With You

(No.18—No.23)

No.18

I laughed and he lay down on the table in relief, as if he had just finished a major exam.

"What kind of mess is in your mind." He frowned, put half of his face on the table, and turned to look at me.

"No," I defended, "I just want to know what we all will look like decades later."

He no longer suppressed me with contempt, his eyes floated out of the window, as if he started to think seriously.

"Maybe like our parents," I continued, "it's genetic after all."

Yu Huai shook his head: "It's so boring."

"what?"

"I mean, people only take such a lifetime. You watch your parents' life in the first half of your life, and you have to imitate and copy it again in the second half of your life. Are you going to lose?"

I am silent. That's how it is said, but who can guarantee that we will not repeat the same mistakes? Maybe parents are not as simple and boring as we think. When they were young, they also had ideals and longings, whether it is for life or love, just like us at this moment.

But in the end, like us, they overestimated their creativity and luck.

A rebellious and romantic marriage just like my dad and my mom used to—to share honor and disgrace, and die by fate.

"But..." Yu Huai turned his head to look at me, smiling: "You girl is really funny, really, very interesting."

He said I am fun. interesting.

Many, many years later, I was in a daze with the opening questions (open-ended questions) of the online application systems of major companies. These abnormal state-owned and foreign companies always ask us to describe who we are in about 100 words. I am always confused. .

Sometimes I am cheerful, sometimes dull, sometimes serious, sometimes lazy, sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes cold, and I can't find any overwhelming distinctive features in my personality. Every time I think of it, one afternoon, in the steaming classroom, in the corner of the last row, there was a big boy who met for the first time lying on the table, and said in a lazy tone, Geng, you It's really fun.

No.19

Zhang Ping knocked on the table, coughed twice, and began to speak.

He said that everyone is welcome to Zhenhua, and if you have any questions about this school, please do not ask me as much as you can, because I am also new here.

We laughed, and he also showed a shy smile, as if he succeeded in telling an opening joke, relieved.

Zhang Ping's hair is partial, and the division is obvious. The slightly longer half of the bangs makes him look like the rural version of Nicholas Tse. His eyes are as small as Yu Huai, and it is sometimes difficult for me to find the focus of his eyes.

After briefly introducing his educational background, he began to ask everyone to record the school start time, the textbook fees and class fees that need to be handed in on the first day of school, the arrangement of the military training for freshmen... Everyone took out paper and pen to write down, I use Yu Guang accidentally caught Yu Huai's writing.

I don't know if this is the unique charm of top students. Even if it's a man with unassuming glasses standing in a corner, with his back, his eyes blank, as long as he sits at the desk and begins to write arithmetic, that attitude exudes a kind of concentrated domineering, let alone Yu Huai's tall and tall Refreshing boy. He bowed his head slightly, the whole person was divided into two by sunlight and shadows, eyes drooping, no hunchback, holding the pen in the correct posture, writing like flying, and the handwriting is clear and juicy. Such a posture, but I don’t know where it is, and a little carelessly lazy. .

I gently turned on the camera and mute the sound of the camera. Just halfway up sneakily, he frowned and turned his head to look at me: "How do you look like a paparazzi?"

"Could you not be so narcissistic? How good do you think you are?" My mouth was stiff.

"Why am I not good-looking? I'm not good-looking, why do you shoot me?"

The girl in front looked back at us in surprise, the spectacles reflected light and bright, we shut up quickly.

She turned her head and continued to write. I quietly learned Yu Huai's tone of voice just now: "Why don't I look good? Ah, bah, you are so embarrassed."

He ignored me and continued to carefully record the payment list, maintaining his original posture, smoothly and smoothly.

I was left in the air, a little embarrassing.

After less than half a minute, he suddenly yelled: "What are you doing in a daze? I gave you a chance, and your shoulders are sore. Are you taking a picture?!"

This time, most of the class looked back at us.

No.20

Zhang Ping saw it and smiled.

"Oh, did you bring the camera? Don't just take a picture of a person, take a picture of the teacher!"

The whole class started laughing and making a fuss. I blushed, but I also stood up generously and took a picture of Zhang Ping. He smiled with a white tooth in a V-sign, showing that he was a happy rural youth.

Then, under Zhang Ping's call, the whole class turned their heads and smiled in my direction (of course, there were many shy students who didn't smile at all, with bitter eyes and deep hatred), and we had the first group photo.

The atmosphere in the class became a lot easier in an instant. He interrupted the lengthy announcements, suddenly leaned on the desk, and began to talk to us about his high school life earnestly.

We listened with gusto. At the end, he sighed and said: "You know when you grow up. The friends you made in high school are the most intimate, the rarest, the most sincere, and the longest. When you get to college, people become more complicated. It’s hard to have classmates who treat each other sincerely anymore. It’s like now, you are the best age and best time."

The same thing is said by the junior high school teacher-the friends you make in junior high school are the most caring and sincere, because people have become more complicated in high school...

Although they hold their own opinions, the common point is that as people grow up and become more complex, the difficulty and cost of making friends are rising rapidly.

It's just that when Zhang Ping slowly said the words "the best time", my heart suddenly became very soft.

I turned my head and said to Yu Huai, "Hey, hurry up, write down the words'the best time'."

"Why?" He frowned again.

"No, you write nicely, turn to a new page, blank paper, and write'the best time' in big letters!"

He was puzzled, but still did it, still in such a beautiful posture.

When he was about to complete the flamboyant turn of the last stroke of the word "light", I pressed the shutter.

The boy on the screen is upright and gentle, writing carefully and attentively in the entanglement of light and shadow. The pen is black and white, "the best time", every stroke is stretched freely, so good that people dare not look directly.

No.21

He leaned over to see the effect. I don't know why, I was a little flustered and didn't show it to him.

"It's out of power," I grumbled, "I'll show it to you when school starts."

He stretched his face: "Cut."

I comforted him: "But it looks good."

He was a little proud, but tried to conceal: "Where is it good?"

"posture."

"posture?"

"Yes..." I don't know how to describe it to him, "It means that the hand is an inch away from the tip of the pen, the chest is a punch away from the table, and the eyes are a foot away from the book..."

He turned his head and ignored me again.

No.22

Zhang Ping finally ended his memory of the past and returned to the precautions for school opening.

"There is another thing that everyone is very concerned about, that is, the allocation of seats... Of course, we still follow the method of elementary school students, sorting by size, to be fair. Of course, if any student has poor eyesight and needs to sit in front, he can be alone. Tell me, I will consider as appropriate."

He paused, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Of course, if any student doesn’t want to sit in the front row, he likes to sit in the back, or he can bring it up. I’m happy to arrange for you... I have no problem with familiar classmates who want to be at the same table, but the shorter one has to sit behind the taller one for the sake of fairness. In short, everyone weighs it up. I always admire fairness and democracy!"

Yu Huai didn't know what he was thinking about just now. He didn't hear what Zhang Ping said before. At this moment, he turned his head and asked me dumbly, "Do you understand? What was he whispering just now?"

I shrugged and said, "That means...it means you can sit wherever you want to sit. As long as you apply to him, he will consider it at his discretion. If he disagrees, you will still work with everyone in order of size."

I think I am more concise and clearer than Zhang Ping.

Yu Huai looked thoughtful.

I asked: "By the way, are there any junior high school students in the same class as you?"

He shook his head.

"So miserable? Which junior high school do you have?"

"The High School Attached to Normal University."

I slapped my tongue: "That's the best junior high school in our city. I heard that this year, nearly 100 people were admitted to Zhenhua Uniform Recruitment, let alone self-financed and branch schools. How could there be none of your junior high school classmates? It shouldn't be based on probability. ."

He raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you still know probability?"

I rolled my eyes.

He smiled: "My classmate in junior high school didn't share my class 5 with me."

"What about other classes? Are there any of your other affiliated high school alumni in class five?"

He shrugged: "There are so many people, where are you so leisurely to meet each other, are you tired?"

I don’t think we can communicate at all at this point: “It’s hard to get so many people admitted to high school with you. This is the fate of how many years you have cultivated, and you don’t cherish it. You are not like me. Even an acquaintance is rare."

"What school do you go to?"

"Thirteenth Middle School."

I was ready to watch him say "I haven't heard of it" with a puzzled expression, but he overjoyed and said, "Oh, you and my sister-in-law are alumni!" I was also surprised and screamed. "Ms. Dragon is also in the 13th Middle School?!" He glanced at me, turned his face, and got up awkwardly again.

No.23

At this time Zhang Ping laughed and started to digress again.

"Actually I am very happy today. The director just said that the math teacher in our class is called Zhang Feng."

He excitedly wrote the two characters "Zhang Feng" on the blackboard.

So the whole class was solemn, anyway, I didn't understand what was so happy about it.

Zhang Ping's eyes have drifted away.

"Zhang Feng, it’s my elementary school classmate. We grew up in the same college. The elementary school is at the same table, and the junior high school is at the same table. In high school, we were admitted to our county No. 1 high school together, or at the same table. We went to the provincial normal school. We are in different departments and cannot live in the same dormitory, but our girlfriends are in the same dormitory. Later, I didn’t expect to apply for Zhenhua together, take high school together, and teach the same class..."

Yu Huai fell on the table: "Geng Geng, have you noticed? There is something more clever."

"what?"

"One of them is called Zhang Ping, Ping Ping of the plain. The other is called Zhang Feng, the peak of the mountain."

I grinned, shit, what kind of fate is this?

"So, classmates, the people around you are the most treasured treasure in your life..."

Before we finished our words, Yu Huai and I met each other in the same place.

Then all lie down on the table in despair.

"What wealth? It's debt."

When I was still pretending to be a poor and white face, Yu Huai suddenly got up and said seriously: "Hey, let's be at the same table!"

My heart trembled, not knowing why.

Maybe because his big smile was in the sun, Xiaohu's teeth were dazzlingly white.

Did you take the wrong medicine? We are not familiar, why? However, I said, good.