Ding Xuerun arrived late yesterday night and came to the school to report this morning. He wrote a set of test papers in the principal's office, and just now took a courier in the school communication room to unpack them.
The courier was sent to him by an original stationery brand, and there were many kinds of things in it, such as schoolbags, book covers, pencil cases, pens, and notebooks...even umbrellas.
Mucha's painting is printed on the umbrella, and the umbrella handle is made of metal with a good texture. Ding Xuerun didn't plan to use it at first, but it happened to be raining, and he didn't want to owe others favors, so he gave his old umbrella to others.
After taking the train from his hometown to this northern city for a day and a night, he was a little tired. He went to the men's dormitory to get his suitcase. The dormitory manager had already arranged a dormitory for him, and gave him a key: "Your dormitory On the fifth floor."
He really didn't have much luggage, so he went up with a suitcase and a big bag by himself. Before entering the dormitory, Ding Xuerun knocked on the door first, and then opened the door to enter.
There is a person in the dormitory who is also packing his luggage.
Seeing Ding Xuerun's suitcase, the man was a little surprised, and said while packing, "Are you new to 506?"
Ding Xuerun hummed, politely said hello classmate, and then pushed the box inside.
The dormitory conditions are much better than his previous high school. There are balconies, toilets and washbasins are also on the balconies. There are four beds in total and central air-conditioning.
He glanced over and saw that two beds were empty.
The roommate in the dormitory said: "I'm a senior in high school, and I just signed a waiver agreement to rent a room." He pointed to a bed, "This seat is my classmate, he also moved away, but there are still some things left here , you live in another one."
Ding Xuerun nodded, looked up and saw that her own bed was next to another bunk, and this bunk should be the only person living in the dormitory now.
The roommate who was about to move out put a stack of books into a cardboard box and said, "Then you will use this dormitory alone from now on."
Ding Xuerun wet the towel, turned his head and pointed to the only popular bed and said, "Where is this roommate? Has he moved out too?"
"Well, he lives outside and comes back to live in once a week. Our dormitory management is not strict in checking the bed. We only check on Thursday nights, and occasionally spot checks on weekdays."
Ding Xuerun wrote down the incident, and the senior high school senior quickly packed up and left, and the dormitory was vacant.
He went up to make the bed, washed some clothes by the way, and hung them to dry on the balcony.
The male dormitory and the female dormitory are in two places. The female dormitory is closer to the cafeteria, while the male dormitory is on the other side, closer to the gymnasium and the teaching building.
Looking out from his balcony, he could see the playground.
He also noticed that there were many books on the table of the roommate next to him. They were all textbooks. They looked very new, as if they had not been used. , there are also several exquisitely crafted motorcycle models, and photos of Lakers star players are posted on the wall.
At six o'clock, Ding Xuerun went to apply for a meal card and had a meal on the first floor of the canteen. The price of the canteen in No. 6 Middle School was more expensive than he imagined. He ordered two vegetarian dishes and it cost ten yuan.
After eating, I went to the classroom. The classroom was already full of people. Ding Xuerun was not wearing a school uniform. He was sitting in the last row near the small balcony door.
Probably guessing what happened to the wound on his face.
But maybe his injury was too serious, and no one dared to talk to him for a while, so he sat in his seat, arranging books and new stationery.
The class representative stood on the podium to talk, asked the students to hand in their homework, walked up to Ding Xuerun, and asked him softly: "Student, do you have the workbook of "Spark English"?"
She tied her high ponytail and hugged the exercise book she just received: "This is it."
Ding Xuerun said no: "I used to use "College Entrance Examination" and "May Three"."
"We also use these two. Everyone will read the questions and buy several different sets of exercise books. Xinghuo's "Peak Training" was requested by Miss Di..." The class representative said, looking at the ones on his desk involuntarily. Stationery, "Your book cover, pencil case, and your schoolbag are all in one set, so beautiful."
"If you like, I can give it to you. I still have a lot of book covers that are useless." Ding Xuerun took out a few brand new book covers from her schoolbag and handed them to her directly.
"Really?" The class representative blushed for a moment, was surprised and didn't dare to pick it up, and refused, "No need, this one is made of leather, it must be very expensive..."
"No money." It was true that he didn't need money. Those stationery dealers rushed to send him stationery, and he had a lot of it at home.
"How can I not want money, I can't..."
"Hold it, I still have a few questions to ask you," Ding Xuerun said to her involuntarily, "Student, can you tell me which exercise books I need to buy? Is there a bookstore near here? If I want to go out to buy, what? When can we go out?"
The representative of the English class accepted his gift and replied embarrassingly: "The English teacher asked to use the set of "Spark", and the math is... I will write a note to you later, and you can go to Xinhua Wenxuan opposite the school. Buy—I have a Wenxuan card, I can borrow it from you. As for going out of school... are you a resident student?"
"Yes."
"If you live on campus, you can't go out casually."
"Self-study at night at nine o'clock. Those of you who live on campus have to go to school until ten o'clock. But after self-study at nine o'clock in the evening, you can actually go out with the students from the same school, but you have to come back before half past nine, because there will be The student union came to roll the roll, and if they found that there were not enough people, they would record the name of our class and report it to the grade group."
"It's still noon, you can go out too, the school dormitory inspector checks the lunch break is not strict, you don't have to go back at noon."
The class representative said again: "By the way, classmate, we have quizzes for self-study every weekend night. Today is the physics exam. You should prepare."
"Okay, thank you."
The class representative thought to himself that although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, it seemed that he was not what they thought.
She knew everything, and didn't return to her seat until the bell rang.
Ding Xuerun finished writing a physics test paper, but the person in the front seat hadn't come yet—this was the only absent student in the class.
At nine o'clock in the evening self-study, Ding Xuerun saw Dou Zhiwei, the head teacher. He asked Teacher Dou for leave, saying that he would go out to buy exercise books. Teacher Dou was very satisfied with his learning attitude and approved the leave.
Because he didn't have a school uniform, he even wrote a signed note to him, asking him to show it to the guard when he returned to school: "Be careful, go back to school quickly, you know, the dormitory has access control."
After class at night, there are a lot of private cars parked outside No. 6 Middle School, and there are many itinerant vendors selling snacks, which smell delicious.
The bookstore was not closed yet, and there were a lot of people at this time. He went in and followed the list written by the English class representative, and quickly picked out the exercise books and bought some homework books. However, there were too many students checking out. For ten minutes the team.
After paying, he received a call from his father Ding Zhaowen: "Have you reported it? Have you met Principal Zhou?"
"Well, it's time for self-study next night." Ding Xuerun tilted her head and held the phone between her hands. She stuffed a large pile of supplementary workbooks into her schoolbag, and her schoolbag immediately swelled like a piece of over-fermented bread.
"How's the school? How's the teacher? Is there enough money?"
"It's all good." He paused, "The money is enough."
It was the first time for Ding Xuerun to be so far away from home, but the conversation between the father and son was very distant, and the conversation ended in less than a minute.
The relationship between him and his father has been relatively weak since he was a child. Because of some physical defects of Ding Xuerun's mother, Ding Zhaowen has treated her very well since they met, and after getting married, he treated her even better. Ding Zhaowen also taught his son to be filial to his mother.
Perhaps because of his limited energy alone, he spent too much time and thought on his wife and neglected his son. By the time he realized it, his son was old and sensible, he didn't need anyone to worry about anything, and his self-discipline was almost terrifying.
At this time, he tried to make amends, but no matter what, he couldn't get close to his son.
After Ding Xuerun's mother passed away, the relationship between father and son fell to a freezing point.
Something happened not long after, and Ding Xuerun had to transfer to No. 6 Middle School in D City. Principal Zhou and Ding Zhaowen are college classmates, both majoring in teachers.
Going out of Wenxuan, he saw people with umbrellas outside, and realized that it was raining again.
Because he had to buy a lot of exercise books, he emptied his schoolbag and carried it on his back. Unexpectedly, the rain fell as soon as he said it.
Standing at the door of the bookstore, he held the homework book that couldn't fit in the book in one hand, and stretched out the other hand to test whether it was raining hard or not.
This rain was much more violent than those in the afternoon. It was the so-called torrential rain. If you rushed to the opposite side in the rain, your whole body would probably be soaked.
Ding Xuerun looked at the time, at ten o'clock the boarding students went to study by themselves at night, so he had to go back at ten o'clock.
It's only nine twenty.
Ding Xuerun returned to the bookstore, sat down in the reading area, took out a pen, and took out an exercise book to write.
He went out frequently to watch the rain. When it was 50, the rain was a little lighter, but it continued. This time Ding Xuerun stepped forward without hesitation. He walked along the eaves street to the school gate, the sound of windshield wipers, the sound of wheels trampling water, and the sound of horns intertwined in the night. He saw the light turn green and the car pull to a stop in front of the pavement before rushing into the rain.
The south is humid and loves to rain. He didn't know that the north controlled by the high pressure of the mainland would be like this.
Ding Xuerun ran over from the sidewalk, and as soon as he got to the opposite side, a motorcycle roared past behind him, splashing muddy water in the low-lying area on the ground, and splashing it on Ding Xuerun's entire back in an instant.
He stopped, and the motorcycle braked suddenly not far ahead. The tall driver wearing a black motorcycle helmet turned his head and seemed to realize that he had caused an "accident".
He didn't get out of the car, didn't even take his helmet, and shouted in the rain: "Hey, are you okay?"
Ding Xuerun was drenched in the rain from head to toe—fortunately, his schoolbag was waterproof.
But his glasses were also wet, and they were covered with water droplets, so he couldn't see clearly at all. He also ignored the rain, took off his glasses and wiped the water off them.
Seeing that he didn't have an umbrella and was still standing there, Lou Xuan stepped on the ground with both feet and reversed the motorcycle back to the sidewalk.
He was wearing a helmet and a leather jacket, and he didn't feel the rain. Seeing that the classmate's back was full of mud spots, he felt a little embarrassed, and took out an umbrella to hold it open for him: "Sorry for staining your clothes, I will pay you for the dry cleaning fee."
"It's okay." Ding Xuerun's hands and clothes were full of water, and his glasses became more and more wet with wiping. While taking out a tissue, he turned his head and glanced at the culprit of the accident.
His short-sightedness was not particularly severe, but the driver wearing a black helmet was just a fuzzy mosaic in front of his eyes.
Only then did Lou Xuan see his face clearly.
He doesn't remember other people's faces very much, but... the transfer student's appearance is too memorable, because his face is full of injuries, it's not too bad to say that his nose is bruised and his face is swollen, but the corners of his mouth and cheeks are a bit black.
Lou Xuan stopped fighting since he entered high school, but he has never lost in force since he was a child, so he has never been injured as badly as this.
However, perhaps because the transfer students were fighting and wearing glasses, there is no scar around the eyes at all. Both eyes are black and big. Like other nearsighted people, they are a little dull and have no focus.
The dark pupils glanced at him, then lowered them to wipe his glasses, the drooping thick long eyelashes were wet, and the hair after the rain was pressed against his forehead, looking pitiful.
Through the windshield of the motorcycle helmet, Lou Xuan looked directly into his big hazy black eyes, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you all right?"
His subwoofer is unforgettable. I only heard it in the afternoon, so I won't forget it. Ding Xuerun paused, said it was all right, lowered her head and put on her glasses.
Lou Xuan let out a cry, and stuffed the umbrella into his palm: "I'll return it to you."
Holding the handle of the motorcycle with his leather gloved hand, Lou Xuan hit the accelerator and started the car.
The sound of his motorcycle was so noisy that it was pleasant to hear. Ding Xuerun stood in the same spot as the school's final bell rang, holding his old umbrella that had been used for several years, looking at the dim lights of the motorcycle, and turned into the next door of No. 6 Middle School upscale district.