The summer is scorching, and the college entrance examination results are announced.
The results of the 2014 college entrance examination were no different from those of previous years. Liu Chang immediately found his score on the Internet—519 points. In a small northern city, this is a result that has just passed the second line but is far less than the first line. It is neither good nor bad, not worth showing off and will not be laughed at.
Seeing this result, Liu Chang was neither happy nor depressed, silently clicked the "X" in the upper right corner of the website, and then lay on the bed stretched out.
ring ring ring...
The phone rang, and Liu Chang's phone didn't even set up any ringtones, and it was as boring as him to the extreme.
Turn on the phone, it's my mother calling.
"Hey, son, can't you check your grades today? I see that Xiao Wang's son at the door of my shop has already checked his grades..."
"519 points." Liu Chang directly reported the score, interrupted his mother's long speech, and then hung up the phone after a few random words. Finally, after thinking about it, I turned it off.
July and August are the hottest months, and no matter how high the air conditioner is turned on, it will not be able to drive away the heat in my heart. Lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, Liu Chang simply got up again and turned on the computer, skillfully opened the fast broadcast...
Lugging the tube at a constant speed, he shot a cannon that was neither far nor near. It seemed that everything could not bring any passion and pleasure. The days are monotonous, boring, and dry enough to make people feel a vacuum.
He lowered his head to clean up his traces, turned off the computer, stared at the patterns on the yellow ceiling in a daze, and then slowly fell asleep without knowing whether it was because he was tired or what.
…
When Liu Chang woke up again, the sky was already slightly dark. He was woken up by someone. In summer, the days are long, and if the sky is slightly dark, it means that it is past seven o'clock.
His parents are off work.
This also means that the family meeting is about to begin.
at the dinner table.
"With your score, it's no problem to go to an ordinary school, but if you only go to an ordinary second school, what can you do in the future?" Obviously, Wu Hua, the mother who has been paying attention to Liu Chang's studies, has known about the college entrance examination for a long time. score line.
"That's what I meant with your dad. We respect your opinion. Do you think that you are an ordinary two-year-old, doing nothing for the rest of your life, or repeating another year and getting into a prestigious university?"
"I want to go to any school." Liu Chang put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands just after taking a bite of his meal.
"Think about it again." Liu Chang's father, Liu Hui, waved his hand, and the meeting ended in silence.
three days later.
"You know, our family has always been democratic, and your father and I have never disobeyed your wishes. We respect your choice. You know, the pressure of employment competition is high now. It is really difficult for ordinary students who graduated from ordinary schools to find a job. I I have nothing to do with your father..."
"Tell me, do you want to review for a year and get ahead, or just find a school to go to."
"I want to go to any random school first..."
"Think about it again."
…
two days later.
"Actually, as long as you are young, don't be afraid of failure. Is there anyone who succeeds once? Look at Zhao Hui in the backyard, who is five years older than you. At that time, he did not do well in the first year of the exam. He passed the exam after one year of review. It’s a good university. Now that I have graduated, I don’t have to worry about finding a job at all... So, sometimes, a hard diploma is better than anything else... Think about it again, do you want to study for a year to get into a good university, or Go to any school…”
"I want to go to school."
"Think about it again."
…
after one day.
"Son, sometimes you may think your mother is talking about me... But sometimes a choice of yours can really determine the fate of your life. Sometimes there is a thin line between heaven and hell..."
"Mom, I want to review!" Liu Chang gritted his teeth and interrupted his mother's long speech.
"Okay, that's what you said, we didn't force you!" As if he couldn't understand the meaning of his son's expression, Wu Hua finally showed a smile on his face.
"You know, our family has always been democratic, and since you choose the road yourself, you have to study hard this year. In order to support your choice, your father and I have contacted a review school for you a few days ago Yes, there are fewer classes, no chaos, and boarding. We are thinking, how many English words are enough to memorize the time you spend on commuting to and from school every day... So, we want you to board... And since you have chosen to review, now you can I can't be idle anymore. You know, some of those repeat students have already started classes... "
…
The next day, Liu Chang packed up his luggage, took some simple living utensils and a change of clothes, and moved into a small boarding school called "Xingzhi".
Like all poor students, his study enthusiasm was wiped out by the scorching heat after three days in school, and he resumed his previous living habits.
Three days was enough time for the boarding students to get acquainted with each other. After the evening self-study, Liu Chang lay on the bed in the dormitory after washing up, chatting with a few students around him.
"Hey, are you repeating your studies voluntarily?" Liu Chang said, looking at the other three people in the dormitory.
A man with glasses, who has never washed his face, brushed his teeth, let alone his feet, and his hair is always greasy. He holds a book every day and wears glasses with high myopia. If you just look at his appearance, he looks like a good student studying hard, but his efforts are in the wrong direction. He reads well every day, but he always reads miscellaneous books. So, obviously, he didn't do it voluntarily.
"I'm definitely not. I haven't even passed the file building test. I want to go to a technical school or something, but my dad doesn't want to." When the man with glasses spoke, he didn't take his eyes off the novel.
"Hey, Glasses, what do you read every day?" The upper bunk of Glasses is a fat man who is also a fan of online novels, but he has always disdained the books that Glasses read.
"Apocalyptic."
"Come on, let me take a look." The fat man stretched out his hand, snatched the glasses book, and after looking at it a few times, he curled his lips: "Fuck, it's a zombie again, and it's been more than ten years since I've been a fucking zombie." It's enough fun, if you say the end of the day, it's a zombie, what the fuck is dead."
The fat man returned the book to Glasses cursingly, and began his long speech.
"The game Resident Evil has been around for more than ten years. I've been playing this theme for more than ten years, and I don't have any creativity at all. Also, I don't think that creatures like zombies can cause a crisis to the world. If If the virus cannot be transmitted through the air, it is just a zombie, which has no threat to human beings at all."
"Heavy breathing, slow walking, mental retardation, and screaming 'errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" all day long. I think as long as you are not an idiot, no one will be bitten by such creatures. Think about the nature that our ancestors faced in ancient times. Creatures, which one is not more dexterous and threatening than zombies? Aren't they still alive and well."
"It's not that I'm bragging to you. To put it bluntly, even if all the people in our school have turned into zombies, I can still run out safe and sound. Do you believe it?"
As the fat man spoke, he shook his fat body.
And seeing him so arrogant, the last person in the dormitory finally spoke.
"In fact, the theme of zombies was not produced by the Resident Evil series. There were novels about zombies in the Middle Ages in Europe. And the modern 1968 American film "Night of the Living Dead" completely established the tone of the zombie series. What is the fatal headshot? Everything from contagion to infection was brought up by that movie.”
The last person in the dormitory spoke. He was the only good student among the four, named Liu Tao. Well, he also has a wide range of knowledge. From time to time, he always likes to show off the various knowledge he has mastered.
"So, the theme of zombies, even if it has been formed in modern times, has been around for forty or fifty years. It's really rotten. Also, Fatty's point of view is good. For low-level zombies, as long as there is no fear in their hearts, then their threat to human beings is infinitely close. at zero."
"Hey, I asked you if you came here to repeat the study voluntarily. Why did the topic go so far?" Liu Chang interrupted the "good student" and brought the topic back on track.
"Obviously, except for me in our dormitory, none of you should be voluntary." The good student concluded with another sentence.
"Well, these days, parents have never had real democracy with their children, only fake pro-people policies in the name of democracy. And in my opinion, playing these tricks of fake democracy is really not as fun as direct dictatorship." Liu Chang lay on the bed, thinking back Recalling the situation a few days ago, he asked casually, "Is the zombie really that harmless?"
Just after he finished asking this question, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and a teacher-like person with rimless glasses walked in.
"Hey, you four, stop chatting and go to bed quickly. You have morning reading tomorrow." After saying this, he closed the door, and his last sentence before leaving came through the crack of the door. Discourse: "In the history of the evolution of the earth, all small and medium-sized land hunters with heavy feet have been eliminated, not to mention slow movement? There is no point in discussing this issue. Go to sleep!"