When He Smiles

That year passed really badly.

During the ceremony, Meng Jin didn't say anything but she felt uncomfortable. Zhou Ningzhi called the family to encourage her not to give up. Jiang Jin teased her with a smile every night. Qi Qiao did not go to Song Jiashu for the first time this year, and ran to play with her. Meng Shengnan listened to the repeater, his friend’s singles looped, and Zhou Huajian’s voice made people want to cry.

Years later, Kang Kai would occasionally sit with Meng Jin and ask about her academic situation.

She temporarily put the matter of writing aside, Kang Kai asked why.

Meng Shengnan said: "My mother said that she would learn from you to take the entrance exam to Peking University."

Kang Kai laughed.

Once when he was reading a book in a bookstore, he was caught upright and asked her, "Didn't you let it go?"

Meng Shengnan said: "Books still need to be read, to increase knowledge."

Kang Kai said: "Tomorrow I will return to Beijing."

After speaking, she handed her several books.

"For me?"

"Well, a New Year's gift."

Meng Shengnan raised his eyes: "Li Wan and others too?"

"Well, yours are different."

Meng Shengnan took the book and smiled: "Central air conditioning."

"what?"

Meng Shengnan smiled and said that it was nothing, Kang Kai was still Kang Kai, and she was still Meng Shengnan, but it was a bit longer. In the bookstore, Kang Kai asked and answered her questions.

"Nan Nan."

"Ok?"

"If you like to write, don't give up. This can't be done in a short while."

Meng Shengnan had already slowed down a lot at that time, and said, "I know, it must be my dad who asked you to test it, right?"

Kang Kai smiled and shook her head, rubbing her hair.

A few days after Kang Kai went to Beijing, the second semester of high school will start. The teacher chose his own seat according to the top 20 final grades of the first semester, and the countdown really called the parents. The few of them entered the classroom one after another and they all had a tacit understanding. She was still in the fourth row with a door and a window seat, and she was familiar with each other. Everyone is still the same.

At that time, the school was starting to rush around, and then it came out from nowhere that Li Yan had been dumped.

The girl was lying on her seat every day listless, and Meng Shengnan had seen her cry. It was the rest time before self-study two nights ago, and there was no one in the classroom. As soon as she came back from the endorsement, she saw Li Yan buried her head in her elbow, her shoulders shrugging and undulating.

Xue Lin said it.

The schoolwork in that semester was aggravated, and Meng Shengnan had no other time to arrange every day except for reading and doing problems. Even the guitar class was changed to once a month. She doesn't seem to have any idle time and mood to think about such things, and it seems that it has nothing to do with herself.

Some girls also talked about Meng Shengnan's head down while doing homework, but his ears were always upright involuntarily. Xue Lin was ashamed at the end of the semester and came back to life. She always talked about interesting things in and out of school and couldn't take time off.

One day after class, she took out a piece of paper and asked Meng Shengnan.

"Interesting?"

Meng Shengnan took the paper and looked at it for a while, and asked, "What is this?"

"Boys and girls are related to the index."

"what?"

"Look here, from A to Z marked with numbers 73, 74 and up to 98. Each letter represents a two-digit number, and then write down the pinyin of the boy's name you like. Add ten digits to the one digit, and add successive additions. Ten gets a number. In the end, you will be calculated. Together, the ten male and female figures are your fate index. Understand?"

Meng Shengnan suddenly realized: "Very interesting."

Xue Lin smiled: "That is."

"Who is it for you?" she asked.

Xue Lin said embarrassedly: "Guess."

Meng Shengnan thought for a while, "Fu Song?"

"Cut, how boring he is." Xue Lin said: "I count Chi Zheng."

Meng Shengnan's eyes flashed, and his voice was faint: "He—"

Xue Lin asked mysteriously: "Do you know why he changed his girlfriend so quickly?"

"why?"

"I've calculated it, do you know how many of his names are stacked in alphabetical order?"

"How many?"

"Big duck egg!"

Meng Shengnan licked her dry lips and blinked: "——Are you sure?"

"It's okay, do you want to count?"

Meng Shengnan immediately shook her head. At that time, Nie Jing just returned to the classroom from the toilet, and joined Xue Lin with enthusiasm. The two of them counted the few boys in (4) over and over, and they were full of fun. They were still immersed in painting crows in class.

At that time, there was a wave in the classroom, and Xue Lin's calculation method was spread all over the class.

She was watching the history of Xia, Shang and Zhou during one night of self-study. At the same table, Nie Jing sighed unhappy. She stopped writing and turned her head to ask what's wrong. The girl shook her head and said it was okay and then buried her head. Meng Shengnan didn't ask any more, but was stopped by Xue Lin in the back row to ask the English question.

The two were inconvenient to speak loudly, Xue Lin suggested: "Should I change it or you change it?"

After speaking, I called Nie Jing.

The latter was stunned for a moment, glanced at Fu Song, who was looking down at the function, and slowly nodded and changed seats with Xue Lin. The classroom is not particularly quiet, and there are whispering voices discussing with each other.

After hearing Meng Shengnan's explanation, Xue Lin suddenly became enlightened, "I am so stupid that I confuse the attributive clause with the apposition clause."

Meng Shengnan smiled, "Is it clear now."

"It's too simple to think so."

The two were talking when they heard Nie Jing asking Fu Song a question. The boy said a few words and it was over. Nie Jing said that she didn't understand, and went over it three times in a row. Fu Song was a little irritable, and his voice was a little impatient: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, this question is not important."

Xue Lin quietly turned her head to see and then turned back.

"what's happenin?"

After Meng Shengnan asked, she turned her head and took a look. Xue Lin said softly, "Do you know how much Fu Song I am?"

"What do you mean by that index?"

Xue Lin nodded.

Meng Shengnan shook his head, Xue Lin said it was 1. This year is 2005, the second year of high school. Fu Song studied more seriously and spoke less. Except for Meng Shengnan asking him to say a few words about the subject, he hardly chatted. Most girls are sensitive and have realized it.

Xue Lin's attention turned again: "Your ballpoint pen is very beautiful."

On her birthday last year, Qi Qiao was very proud when she gave her a gift: "Sister went to a dozen shops to find one that suits your style, do you like it?" Meng Shengnan smiled and looked at Xue Lin. The latter said, "Can we change pens? ?"

She nodded and passed the pen.

Nie Jing lightly poked Xue Lin with her finger at this time: "I want to do other homework, can I sit back?"

The girl's eyes are a little red.

Xue Lin watched Meng Shengnan stick out her tongue, and didn't dare to ask and change her position.

The whole night was quiet.

Going home that night, Meng Shengnan sat on the desk in her room to finish her homework. Only one lamp in the room was on, warm yellow. She took a piece of white paper from the box on the side of the table, wrote down the ABCD and the numbers one by one, and then recalculated his and herself.

He is ○ and she is 5.

Males and 10 females, 5 percent, ○.○5.

Many nights later, she did not know how many times his name was written on the paper. Then he crumpled up a lot and threw it out in the wastebasket, then continued to take out the book and look through it. In the impression, he and she never seemed to have a real look at each other. Not even accidental.

Occasionally encountered on campus, there is always a group of boys with hippie smiles. When they walked away, she slowly turned and looked in that direction for a long time. Before the festival asked her how she felt, she said she liked it. She doesn't know anymore, it seems that all her attention is subconscious. Sometimes reading books turn to interesting places, about the standard weight of girls.

(Height—1○○)*○.9—2.5 (cm conversion)

She thought of Li Yan, very thin and skinny, wearing a knee-length skirt, and the hem of the skirt rose with the wind, and the girl smiled in a lingering wind and sunshine. He likes that type, not hers. She wears a huge school uniform to and from get out of class every day, has short hair and weighs eighty-eight.

At the moment the wind blew, half of the semester was over.

In mid-April, the school has begun preparations for the Summer Games. That night, she stayed in the classroom for too long to do the questions, and when she returned, there were not many people in the school. The roadside lights flashed on the ground, dangling. Meng Shengnan carried his schoolbag and speeded up to the carport.

As soon as I left the corner of the school gate, there was a faint sound gradually coming from my ears.

"If it's a man, just fight." A voice lacked confidence.

Someone snorted in the dark.

"Why are you laughing?"

The man did not speak.

Meng Shengnan didn't want to see it deliberately, but the voice that spoke was their monitor. The atmosphere was obviously wrong. She glanced sideways at the corner, and there was a tall boy standing in the shadow with a faint fishy fire between her fingers. The squad leader stood opposite him and bowed his head.

"Fight or not, in a word?"

The man took a mouthful of cigarettes, slowly raised his eyes, and laughed contemptuously.

As soon as the voice came out, Meng Shengnan's breathing stopped.

He asked: "Just you?"

With a contemptuous tone, she heard the monitor's voice tremble.

"Li Yan likes you so much, but why are you sorry to her?"

Meng Shengnan's eyes widened sharply and his heart tightened. He really heard a big news.

He laughed even more ironically: "So you blocked me for her."

"So what?"

"Why are you?" He asked after a while.

The monitor was stunned, as if he had made a very serious decision: "Just rely on me to like her!"

"Oh—" he made a long ending sound, and it was even more ironic, "What does it matter to me that you like her?"

"you--"

He sneered: "Don't you just play for a few months, if you need something to let her come, which green onion are you?"

"Chi Zheng, don't deceive others too much!"

In the darkness, his voice became lower, and the words that were clearly spoken made people shudder.

"What, fight?"

Meng Shengnan saw the monitor take a small step back.

Because he leaned down slightly, lowered his head, took a puff of cigarette and threw it on the ground and trampled it out, then his gaze was suppressed: "Try?"

Although it's spring, there is chill everywhere.

Meng Shengnan squeezed his fist very nervously, and made a noise before he did it.

——

"Squad leader."

The two boys turned to look at her at the same time.

One was extremely surprised, and one dangerously examined.

Meng Shengnan bit her lip, pretending to be calm and said: "The teacher asked you to-go to her office tomorrow."

This is really full of loopholes.

After she finished speaking, her eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at him for the first time.

This frame was destined to go no further, the squad leader with a waist circumference of two feet four was stunned for a while before he said ‘oh’. He was still cynical, snorted, lowered his head slightly and said something to the monitor, but his eyes were fixed on her. Soon he put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked away, and then bowed his head and smoked a cigarette while walking.

The night was dark, and the wind was so cold.

Meng Shengnan's legs were soft until he returned home, and his heart was still beating. How could he remember her, a girl who is so rumorous, that the look in her eyes at that moment was playful, contemptuous, and indifferent, which was very dazzling.

No one knows, she would rather not be accidental, but also sad for a long time.

Two days later, I signed up for the sports meeting. Qi Qiao deliberately ran over from the Science Building to ask her for ideas, and the two sat at her desk in the afternoon and chatted. Qi Qiao asked dissatisfiedly: "Why haven't you seen me these days?"

Meng Shengnan said faintly, "There is too much homework and no time."

"Cut." Qi Qiao looked at her contemptuously: "Why do you think something is wrong with you these days?"

"Yes?"

"Absolutely."

Meng Shengnan glanced out of the window where the sun was shining all over the world, and moved away from the subject: "Which one do you report?"

"Let's report the 100-meter relay."

Meng Shengnan frowned: "Running?"

Qi Qiao nodded and said, "By the way, there is also a long jump."

"Report two?"

"No, you choose one."

Meng Shengnan thought for a while and said, "I think long jump is good. If you run, then forget it."

"Deal."

Self-study in the evening, the monitor will make statistics on the project registration situation. I stopped when I passed her and wrote her name in the long jump column. This was the first time the two of them faced each other after that night. The boy took another look at her after she filled it out, and finally turned away without saying anything.

Meng Shengnan was stunned for a long time before returning to his senses.

The next day in physical education class I played sandbags and skipping rope with Nie Jing and others, and Xue Lin asked her which event to report.

Meng Shengnan said: "Long jump."

Nie Jing said: "I am a 100-meter relay."

"There are no girls in our class who have applied for the 300-meter long run, but each class must have one place." Xue Lin said.

Nie Jing thoughtfully: "Really."

"Yeah, 3○○○, it's scary to think about it. Besides, how embarrassing it will be if you can't run by then, and how many people will know you."

"No one reported that the teacher would force it?" Nie Jing asked.

Xue Lin shook her head and shrugged.

Nie Jing said again: "It won't work if you get picked up."

"It's not."

While talking, Fu Song walked over and called Meng Shengnan. He met the teacher halfway and gave him a message.

"The English teacher wants you to go to her office."

"Now?" Meng Shengnan asked.

Fu Song nodded, and was about to leave, but was pulled by Nie Jing: "You play sandbags with us." Fu Song always looks indifferent. After that time, the girl seemed to have nothing to do with Nie Jing. Happened, and tried every means to talk about the topic.

Fu Song shook his head: "I don't play this."

After speaking, he left, Nie Jing was discouraged.

Fu Song looked at the figure of Meng Shengnan trotting, and suddenly remembered when he met her at the door of the bookstore the day after the new year. A man rubbed her hair tenderly, she smiled playfully and joked, and the man laughed too. The wind around him slowly increased, and he looked away and walked to the other side.

The small playground laughed and laughed, and the needles in the teaching building made noises.

Meng Shengnan stepped on the steps to the fourth floor. Fengshun in the corridor turned and blew into her bare neck. She hurriedly bowed her head and stroked down the sleeves of the blue school uniform that was elbow, and her canvas shoes fell gently on the ground. Just as she approached the office door, a boy walked out of it.

The wind is raging even harder.