With You

(No.111—No.118)

No.111

The winter in the north is coming, and the day is getting late and darker.

Yesterday, I met Senior Sister Luo Zhi in the corridor and passed by. They just nodded at me, but I had nothing to ask for, and said with a dry smile, winter is coming.

Chatting. In any case, this way of greeting is also the invention of the ghost, isn't it?

I don't know why, this unfamiliar senior sister always makes me feel very warm, even though she is not such a warm person. Maybe it's because I can't forget that scene in my heart. I turned around, under the rostrum, she stood far away, smiling at me in the wind of the empty field.

It's a pity that the camera was not in my hand. Too many beautiful moments, like the wind whizzing through the fingers, no matter how fast the fist is clenched, it can't be captured.

Faced with my inexplicable call-up, she froze for a moment, nodded quickly, and suddenly remembered something and said: "Yes, winter is here. The legendary black senior."

"What?" I'm only a freshman, she's only a sophomore.

She shrugged: "Late autumn is when the first round of review is in the middle of the year. Starting from various monthly exams and school mock exams, the days are getting shorter and shorter until the first simulated guillotine in the province falls in March next year. The night is getting longer and longer, the sleep is getting late, the grades are getting erratic, and the mood is getting more and more irritable... It's as if tomorrow will never come."

She smiled and said, her tone was relaxed, as if she was talking about an interesting folk custom, but my heart grew colder.

Perhaps the saddest one is a student like me. The same wandering in the sea of ​​bitterness, knowing that in the end it will be the life of a drowning ghost, but also to flutter with others, holding a glimmer of hope, exhausted, and the day of landing is far away.

Maybe my face is ugly. She tilted her head and patted me on the shoulder: "It has nothing to do with high school. Winter is also the peak of depression. Short days and long nights make people feel bad. There is more time to sunbathe. Basking in the sun makes the world peaceful."

While we were talking, the red moxican head quickly ran past, with a whistling wind.

"Chen Jianxia, ​​you **** tell me clearly!"

The tone was fierce, but the voice was brisk, and one couldn't help but want to explore what kind of sweet secrets were buried under the anger that wanted to cover up.

Luo Zhi looked thoughtfully at the blatant back who was not in school uniform, and then smiled meaningfully, just like when we first met.

"If you don't have time to bask in the sun, it's wise to see more of such boys."

"What?" I really didn't understand, but my heart was a little itchy.

The preparation bell rang, and she said as she walked towards the stairs.

"This is the kind of boys who can shine and store solar energy. When you are sad, just look at them."

I really leaned against the wall for a long time.

Finally did not understand. It's just that a person's shadow appeared in his mind, not going away for a long time.

Glistening, with the dry smell of sunlight, yes, it still stores solar energy.

No.112

I was thinking about it randomly, but the image in my mind became clearer, overlapping with the boy in front of me.

Yu Huai appeared at the door, with the shoulder strap of his schoolbag back on one side, the long black T-shirt was covered with a white school uniform, and the big hat was turned over from the neckline and draped behind his back. He staggered into the door, half of his body hit the door frame, grinning in pain.

Then he raised his head and looked at me in surprise.

"Why are you crazy in the morning?"

His loud voice attracted the idlers in the classroom, and I blushed, so I could only hide my head behind the curtain like an ostrich.

"Hide your head, hide, do you know how dirty the curtains are? Last time when Xu Yanliang was sitting by the window, he spilled vegetable soup on the table during lunch and wiped it with curtains. You smell it, you smell it, right? The smell of boiled meatballs..."

I slid down the window sill in frustration and sat back in my seat obediently. He also sat down and brought a burst of fresh air outside.

Good morning. I am very upset.

But sister Luo Zhi was right. The bad mood brought to me by the cloudy day was gone.

I turned my face to Yu Huai and smirked.

Yes, get some sun.

No.113

Yu Huai didn't seem to sleep well last night, and was dozing off in the first class.

The first class is Chinese, and the teacher is named Zhang Yuhua. It is the most demonstrable element of the teaching staff of the five classes. It is said that he is also a senior figure in the current teaching staff of Zhenhua.

"Fart, isn't it just getting older and not retiring? It's not as effective as the teaching effect. It's boring based on age and seniority."

Yu Huai hates Chinese classes the most. When taking exams, he always fills in the blanks with 5 points of ancient poems.

"Spent hours of memorizing so many things, just for 5 points, and I have to memorize it before the test, and I have to memorize it again next time. I can't remember...the input and output do not match at all, it is better to use that time Learn something else, no one is worse than that 5 points."

I was stunned: "You will be struck by lightning if you pull so much."

He shook his head: "Sheng Huainan is the first in the second year of high school, you know? It was the one who spoke on behalf of the students during the school anniversary. He was in the same class with us in the math competition class of the University of Science and Technology."

It was the owner of the voice that rang from the horn when I was chatting with Senior Sister Luo Zhi during the school celebration. I didn't adapt well to the topic change, frowning and beckoning him to continue.

"Stupid, I mean, he never fills in the blanks in his Chinese papers!"

I touched my forehead: "You don't want to learn something...Is there only one advantage worthy of you to learn?"

"The heroes see the same thing, what do you know. We all agree that the results of the Chinese test are fate and cannot be forced." Yu Huai sighed.

"Fart!" I just wanted to refute, but thought of those unintelligible reading comprehension and obscure poetry appreciation, as well as the bone-picked scientific and technological reading... I had to shrink my neck and admit defeat.

Anyway, these elites in science do not understand the beauty of words.

But do I understand? I looked up at the stern Chinese teacher and the dull blackboard writing.

Maybe, if you take away the standard answers and let these Chinese teachers answer the papers again, their grades may not be better than mine.

The beauty of words, we don't even count it.

No.114

I hate it, and Yu Huai has never dared to offend Mrs. Zhang. When he is sleepy, if he catches up with Zhang Ping's class, he will lie on the table and sleep dimly, and Zhang Ping won't mind.

However, in the Chinese class, he kept sitting, resting his chin with his right hand, his head little by little, his eyes half open and half closed, and he slept in pain.

"Cover me." He left his last words and went to meet Zhou Gong.

I naturally want to cover him in order to pay back the favor.

Last time I slept very badly in Zhang Ping's class. You must know that Zhang Ping is very tolerant to Yu Huai and Han Xu, because he knows that they are not necessary to attend classes and simply let them go. And I am definitely not in the list of exempt products, so I was naturally targeted.

According to the narrative that Jian and β turned upside down because they laughed too happily, Zhang Ping was holding a book in one hand, stepping down the podium, talking about the coefficient of elasticity, while talking about the importance of relaxation, a combination of work and rest, and the importance of ensuring sleep time. A handsome glance at Yu Huai, and said:

"So, sleeping in class is easy to catch cold, which is not good for the cervical spine and shoulders, and it will cause high cranial pressure and affect vision. If you want to sleep, you should go to bed at night and listen to the class vigorously during the day. This is also a kind of respect for the teacher. , Right? Yu Huai, look at your current state at the same table. Should you take care of it? Don't let the teacher do it!"

When β talked about this, a terrible laugh broke out.

"Yu Huai didn't wake me up?" I wondered.

Simplicity has been unable to straighten up, holding on to my shoulders, hahaha laughed freely for a minute, and under the red face of Yu Huai, he said loudly:

"Of course he didn't wake you up. After listening to what Zhang Ping said, they took off the school uniform very sensibly and put it on your shoulder!"

Zhang Ping Qiqiao gave birth to smoke, but Yu Huai looked ignorant.

"...I can only take care of this." He said sincerely.

No.115

When get out of class was over, he woke up naturally, not even seeing the back of the Chinese teacher going out with the handout.

While his eyes were still straight, I asked: "What's wrong with you, what time did you sleep last night?"

He yawned again with his tongue big, tears running down the corner of his eyes.

"Three o'clock."

"What are you doing? Don't tell me it's studying." I smacked my tongue.

"What, am I crazy? Of course it's playing games..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a simple yell came from the other side: "Damn, why are you dead again? I just saved more than four thousand gold coins to change equipment. After the resurrection, I will lose more than half of them. Why, why... …"

Han Xu coolly interjected: "If your level is such a low level, you dare to rush into the cave. Who wouldn't kill you? It's strange if you don't hang it."

Between the simple ghost cry and wolf howl, Yu Huai seemed to wake up a bit and smiled.

"Are they playing games too?" I asked.

"Well, handheld, NDSL, it should be playing Dragon Quest."

I admired this vulgar game name in my heart.

"Easy to help level up, Han Xu walked away from the plot, he would really be lazy, obviously using simple as a migrant worker." He sneered.

I don't think so. I quickly took out the camera and caught the bright and charming smile that simply flashed between the pretending ghost howls.

Is really happy. Migrant workers are not important, nor is the story of the game.

And Yu Huai will never understand, even Han Xu, the person involved, may not realize the meaning of this game for simplicity.

"Then...what are you playing?"

He blushed a little: "You don't know if you say it."

I thought he was suspicious, and I got close and stared at him: "...it's not a bad game..."

"What?" He raised his voice more suspiciously, "Say it, if you don't understand, you don't understand!"

I can only use the aggressive method: "Come on, you don't know how to play games at all, right? Nerd."

He didn't take the move, instead he smiled disdainfully, as if I was accusing Pavarotti of pentaphonic incompleteness.

"I have been playing Nintendo since I was three years old. When I skipped class and went to the Internet cafe to kill anti-terrorism, you still snorted and blistered on the desk!"

I was shocked: "You? Skip class?"

Yu Huai had an expression of "reminiscing about the old days". He was about to say something, and suddenly laughed:

"Don't tell me, I remembered, Lin Yang, Jiang Chuan, me, Li Ran...who else came...Anyway, seven or eight people escaped the simulation and explained the papers in the afternoon class. "Going to an Internet cafe to push StarCraft is StarCraft." He explained Bibi, very excited. "As a result, the extinction teacher of our class teacher came all the way to the Internet cafe. Oh, you can’t even imagine it, Lin Yang and Li Ran. I was caught by twisting my ears... No, I grabbed it, grabbed my ears, and dragged out the door with my left hand and the right hand. The two of them screamed like killing a pig. I also recorded it with my mobile phone. They have several lunches!"

His glorious years made me totally wonder what to say.

I grinned: "...Why haven't you been caught?"

Yu Huai squinted, raised his eyebrows, and raised the corners of his mouth flatly.

"Hey, do you have to ask? Master, I run fast! Before I ran, I took advantage of the chaos to push Lin Yang into the hands of Master Exterminator..."

No.116

The last class is Zhang Feng's mathematics. After school at five o'clock there is a parent-teacher meeting.

There are still fifteen minutes before get out of class is over. There is a loud voice outside the door. Many parents have already reached the door and are looking inside through the door glass.

I suddenly became very irritable.

For the first time in my life, I discovered that parents would be such an annoying thing. I have always been neither a shining top student, nor a poor student who rushed home and put on cotton trousers to be beaten as soon as I mentioned looking for a parent and a parent association. For me, the parents will take a half-day break in the afternoon, which is very beautiful.

Anyway, the teacher's commendation and criticism will not fall on my head. The information I got from my parents is nothing more than: "Your teacher said, some students in your class are particularly addicted to Internet cafes recently, you should pay attention to yourself and stay away from those students."

In contrast, many students don’t like to take this half-day vacation. They wandered around the corridor outside the classroom door to the end, peering in from the glass of the class door, and even approached the teacher surrounded by a group of parents after the meeting and heard some words. , Use first-hand news as the second day's talk.

When I was in elementary school, it seemed that through this method I learned about the teachers’ "two-handedness"-scaring us to say what to do if we don’t respond to the school’s call to donate used newspapers and cans. Faced with parents’ requests, we smiled and said donate. Just a little bit, it's all forced by the school leaders. Anyway, the most important learning is learning...

But from the beginning of junior high school, parents' meetings have basically stopped talking about class hygiene, collective honor, and classroom discipline. There is only one theme: grades. I was not too scared once. Anyway, I was among the top ten. I didn't get the first place, and it didn't matter whether I progressed or regressed.

But now it's different, just different.

My restlessness also affected Yu Huai. He pushed me with his elbow: "Are you okay, look at the door glass once in five seconds."

I laughed dryly: "I just think it's a bit noisy, it all affects my class."

The second half of the sentence brought Yu Huai's stern look.

Nonsense comes at a price. Just finished speaking, the phone vibrated.

Forgot to say, my dad bought me a good phone. But I was happy for a few days. I carefully applied the film to it. After every use, I would carefully put it back into the flannel phone case. After a week, I started to put it in a random manner, and I couldn’t bump into it. How to care.

At that time, Yu Huai saw my behavior and suddenly said, "Hey, a wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than stealing. It is better to steal than stealing. Look at you..."

When I asked him what he meant, he shook his head and continued to sigh with emotions that I didn't understand at all.

Take out the phone to unlock, it's Dad's text message. He probably has reached the door.

I clicked "View" and then froze in the moment.

"Geng Geng, the provincial party congress is delayed and can't go away. I asked your Aunt Qi to hold the parent conference on my behalf."

No.117

It is estimated that my face is not right, Yu Huai came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

It's all done now, and it's no use protesting again. But I still replied unwillingly: "Then my mother is not free?"

My dad quickly replied: "I asked her first, and she said that she would also have a meeting."

At that moment, I didn't know what it was like. Holding the transcript in the desk, I was angry for the first time why I only scored so little on the test.

Shame.

Only then did I realize that no matter how awkward and estranged my parents are, they are also my dearest people, and they are the ones who can expose their bad grades to them without embarrassing them.

No one can replace it.

But they just left me here because they don’t necessarily have to hold meetings.

The emotions rushed up to the tip of my nose, so sore that I closed my eyes. The transcripts were almost out of water, and Yu Huai suddenly patted me on the back.

"You... have an epilepsy?"

"You're an epilepsy!" I didn't control the volume. Many students around me looked back at me. Fortunately, because the door was messy, Zhang Feng should not hear the sudden noise of me sitting in the last row.

Yu Huai immediately withdrew exaggeratedly, away from me.

I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and irritably turned the phone keypad lock on and off, leaving my brain blank.

No one understands how I wished that a Doraemon would show up at that time to help me hide this report card-but, beside me, I was the second place in the class, when his parent raised the report card triumphantly What would Aunt Qi think when she looked closely?

I lowered my head, smiled suddenly, tilted my head and said to him: "Yu Huai, you said, why are you at my tablemate?"

No.118

Yu Huai is also a sensitive person. He found that I was really not right. He first covered his chest with his hands and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you? You won't start bombarding map guns again... I didn't provoke you." Oh...Don't anger others..."

Oh you big head.

I shook my head, turned off the phone, and threw it into the desk, lying on the desk.

There was darkness in front of him, and Zhang Feng's icy voice and the boiling but unclear noise outside the door were in his ears. I simply put on the headphones.

I recently saved a few new songs in the MP3. I didn't even watch it. I just pressed a few buttons casually, and suddenly there was a guitar sound. It’s Tao Zhe’s voice—in fact, I’ve always liked him and Leehom Wang, but I hate that they are too R&;B when they sing, and sometimes they have a ending sound that doesn’t end, and it looks like a pair of unobstructed stools — of course, none of these Said that they will be flattened into portraits by people who like them.

However, this song is very clean. Like a burst of running water soothing the restless heart.

I looked up and glanced at the MP3 screen. The song's name is "Lonely Season".

One song, four seasons. Which teenager is not lonely, which season is not lonely. I stared out the window blankly. The leaves of those trees had almost fallen.

Winter in the north comes early, and autumn is beautiful, but it is short as if it is just to pass the winter invitations to the summer.

Even the four seasons vary in length, and some are simply absent.

With so many people in the world, there will always be some who are proud and some will be disappointed.

My name is Geng Geng, I have never experienced strong winds and waves, my life has never been ups and downs, and I have no qualifications to hurt the spring and the autumn.

My family is well-off and life is worry-free, but because of a mid-term exam, I realized inexplicably that I should accept my fate.

Recognizing fate is that you and your self-esteem and ambition are unwilling to sit down together around the table, shake hands, and smile, in order to stop suffering.