My name is Liu Feipeng from Liujia Village, Bixi Town.
Her name is Qianmai, from Nanjiang Village, Nanjiang Township.
We are the only students in the Orsay class from rural areas. We have a common life background and common speech topics.
Classmates for three years, we brought dishes to eat together, studied together in class, greeted exams together, shared results together, and walked through the ignorant and youthful rainy season together.
At the self-introduction meeting for the first-year freshmen, she smiled and stood before the podium, and said to everyone: "Hello everyone, my name is Qianmai, I am a latent wheat that grows strong and sprawling under the sun."
At that moment, my mind immediately emerged, the endless wheat field under the blue sky of the mang planting season, it is a color that is as bright as gold with the joy of harvest.
Her person, as simple as her name, smiles and approachable every day, but she refuses to leave her corner seat for a moment. All day long, she was immersed in writing and painting. Apart from her deskmate and Nan Weiwei, no one seemed to know what she was looking at or writing or painting.
Time is like quicksand, the first semester passed quickly. I sit in the last row, apart from studying together in class, we have no other intersection.
The day before the school's official winter vacation, the class organized a large-scale cleaning. At the same table, Li Tai and I each carried two plastic buckets filled with water, and ran to the classroom for fun, letting the water half in and half out and spilled all over the floor. Taking advantage of my regular farm work, I ran far ahead of Li Tai. When I was proud, I didn't forget to look back and laugh at him who was left behind.
In this way, one accidentally, at the corner of the corridor, I ran into the latent wheat.
In the middle of winter in December, a bucket full of cold water fell into her trousers and shoes.
Li Tai and I were both dumbfounded. Nan Weiwei and the other girls who rushed over after hearing the sound made our faces almost green in scolding.
As the victim, Latent Wheat, except for a scream, didn't make a sound anymore, gritted his teeth, sucked in the air-conditioning, and went to the bathroom to wring out the corners of his pants and shoes and socks. When I walked out, he looked calm and calm, and threw the rag in my hand to me and said, "Chen Feipeng, I want to go back to my bedroom to change my shoes and socks, and I will go straight back to my hometown later. You cleaned the piece of glass I was responsible for.
I blushed in embarrassment and hurriedly responded, and she ran down the stairs. During that winter vacation, every time I returned from fetching water from the well, I picked it very carefully, lest I hit someone else again. I also secretly decided that when school starts, I want to tell her that my name is Liu Feipeng, not Chen Feipeng.
The so-called "no collision or acquaintance", we gradually got acquainted with each other, and the three of them became good friends who talked about everything. From class (7) to the Orsay class, we help each other and cheer each other all the way.
In the third year of junior high school, my mother had tinnitus. The medicine was not right, but after a long time in the small clinic, the temperament became anxious and irritable, and the house was full of worries. When Qianmai found out, he told me a piece of earthwork. Needless to say, she knew that she would be very considerate and careful to give preference to medicines that were cheap or could be picked in the mountains in the countryside. She is indeed very knowledgeable. After eating earthwork for a period of time, my mother's illness has really recovered.
Among a series of things, I like to see her eating, chew carefully, cherish every grain, cherish every chopsticks and vegetables, even the most common dried plums can be eaten with relish.
Before I knew it, I remembered her preferences.
For example, she likes to eat tender pickles and dried radishes. In the autumn and winter seasons, I urge my mother to pick the tenderest and freshest ingredients for special pickling. Since she can't eat spicy food, she only sprinkled a little chili to taste. Although I don't like to eat pickled products at all, I always bring a small box to share on the table.
For example, she likes to eat natural wild fruits that are not polluted by pesticides. So, on a fine weekend, I ran all over the hills, picking some berries, citrus fruits, and cape berries to take back to school. Seeing her smacking her mouth and eating with relish, and a satisfied smile at the corners of her mouth, I will become inexplicably happy, as if it is not hard to climb the mountains at all.
But compared to what she did for my family, these are really just insignificant.
In the third year of junior high school, for a while, she took me to the vegetable market and grain and oil wholesale market in Jintian with pickles and dried radishes. Over and over again, I tirelessly sell my pickled products to the shopkeepers, ask them to taste them, and inquire about related matters, which is called "do market research".
As a result, with her three-inch tongue, several shopkeepers were really willing to sign contracts with my family. I was amazed at her tongue-in-cheekness. It turned out that she, who had always been silent in school, had such a good eloquence and negotiation ability.
Since then, the development of things has made me fall through again and again.
She not only helped my family win the first batch of customers, but also wrote a series of planning books on the production, packaging and sales of pickled products anonymously, with pictures and texts, and everything. In addition, during her busy schedule, she also checked more information, listing in detail the specific operating experience of Korean kimchi and Xiaoshan mustard mustard.
As long as it is not a fool, anyone can see that this is something that can make money.
With the consent of my parents, a small family workshop was soon established. Sure enough, as she said, the pickles my mother made were unanimously affirmed by everyone, and soon someone came to sign the contract. The small amateur workshop in the family has slowly turned into a formal pickling workshop. The benefits are much better than farming, and the work is much less labor-saving than farming. After more orders, my parents and my parents were too busy to work, so they recruited the older brother and sister-in-law who had left their hometown to work, and the whole family worked together to run the workshop.
Within two years, a big article has been made in the little pickled products.
What happened later, she ignored it. But sometimes, they still seem to "carelessly" make a few suggestions. I am amused by her "sounding experience of others". No matter how clean she is, her name has long been in my house.
The life of studying with her is very happy, and it makes people feel at ease. As long as the three of us have consistently high grades, I think the three of us will often live together for a long time. As long as we work hard, we will have something for college, something for work, something for a car, and something for a house.
But that day, I caught a glimpse of her secretly stuffing Peng Chen a pink envelope, her pink cheeks covered with shy red clouds.
I was shocked that she would fall in love too early, and what she likes is Peng Chen, who is separated by the table? Although the No. 1 Middle School strictly prohibits early love and most of the students are also very sensible, there are always so few sweet couples in private who commit crimes against the wind. Does she want it too
My body was bluntly uncomfortable, as if I was bored and irritated before the thunderstorm in summer, but vaguely without knowing the reason. Many years later, I learned that it was a secret love from the bottom of my heart. It's just that, when I was young, I didn't know anything.
At the transfer meeting, Peng Chen raised his hand and said that he would study abroad. Qianmai didn't hand in the guarantee form, so he wanted to enter a school in another place. My heart couldn't help but rejoice. At that time, I thought, Nan Weiwei was leaving, and the remaining two of us would strive to be admitted to the same school anyway.
So, I started to go out early and return at night. I quit all sports and fun. I kept doing tests every day. I kept discussing and asking questions from F3. I didn't leave the classroom until just before the lights in the bedroom.
My grades have improved significantly, and I have received unanimous praise from the teachers. I am delighted that my ideal is within reach, dreaming about a happy life after rising to high school with her, but I have ignored her in reality.
Later, I learned that the winter of the third year of junior high was her most vulnerable and suffering day, and her heart was full of fear and anxiety. that time. But I bury my head in the pile of books, and don't hear anything outside the window. On one occasion, he even turned away to accompany her through the grove at night to go to Teacher Huang Ruolan's house for an appointment, just for a puzzled Mathematical Olympiad problem.
Instead, I only met Peng Chen for one semester and spent that time with her.
Later, in the deserted night, I often think that Qianmai is not a person who is greedy for wealth. We knew each other well before Peng Chen, and the relationship has always been very strong. If I was not so careless at the time, would we not rub it? Over the shoulder
This assumption is funny. I know very clearly that emotional matters cannot be forced or inferred by common sense. But for a long time later, I couldn't help but think secretly. However, when I was fully aware of all this, I found sadly that it was too late. I can only stand in the corner of my friend, and Baba blessed her with his eyes.
Some people say: "I have the whole world, but I only lose you." I was very disapproving before, you have the whole world, do you still care about the little things that you have lost? Lost the East, reaping the mulberry. The truth is clear, I didn't expect that I actually kicked the iron plate on this sentence. Only those who have personally experienced it will know how heart-wrenching regrets this is.
She said that her wish is to help many deaf and mute children in the disadvantaged and helpless mountainous areas. Unfortunately, she dare not be a doctor. She is too afraid to face the disease and bleeding, too afraid to face sadness and disappointment, too afraid to face life and death.
So, let me do it for you, in the name of a friend.
After the high school entrance examination, we parted ways. Her performance was a blockbuster, tied with Peng Chen for the top spot in the city, causing an unprecedented sensation in No. 1 China. Looking at the brilliance and tacit understanding in her and Peng Chen's eyes, I, confident and arrogant, felt deeply jealous for the first time in my life.
My high school life was spent in neighboring county B, which was recommended by Qianmai. This is one of the key high schools in the city that has the highest enrollment rate. The difference is that the militarized and fully closed management is implemented here, and everything is transferred around the enrollment rate. I ranked among the best here, learned so well, and even applied for a scholarship.
When I wrote the news to her, she happily wrote me a paper full of letters like never before. Normally, we also have intermittent correspondence, roughly one every two to three months, all in Liao Liao Shuyu.
She waited for the first plum blossom in Gushan;
She found the legendary real West Lake Sansheng Stone;
She bought a small, exquisite and creative piece of jewelry;
She met a talented outsider who was fluttering in white;
She heard the bells of the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City...
Looking at the handwriting of Liao and Liao on the letter paper, I can imagine that she was taking a break while writing, and couldn't help smiling. It seemed that she had a very fulfilling and busy life in Hangzhou.
In the second year of high school, one day, a classmate winked his eyebrows and ran into the classroom and said to me: "Liu Feipeng, your sister is coming to see you. You are not interesting enough, there are such beautiful two sisters, who never mentioned to us. ?"
I am puzzled, I only have brother and sister.
I ran all the way to the gate of the school. From a distance, I saw two familiar figures, one red and one yellow, smiling and waving at me in the wind and the sun.
At that moment, my heart was beating wildly, my chest was tight, and something came out uncontrollably. What a good name: Sister! The dearest sister! The only sister in my life!
During the college entrance examination, I won the city's science exploration, applied for a scholarship from a certain company, and went to Wenzhou Medical College, which is only more than an hour away after the opening of the Liujiacun Expressway.
Nan Weiwei is lucky in everything, clever in everything, but her love is bumpy and ignorant. That year, despite the opposition of everyone, she abandoned her beloved piano and applied for an economics major, just to be with Ji Jinping. A campus.
Coincidentally, Qianmai gave up the envy of everyone's A big guarantee place, left the picturesque South of the Yangtze River where she was born and grew up in Sri Lanka, and went to Beijing alone to continue her design professional study.
My two sisters are so different and outstanding.
With MSN and QQ, our communication became instant and quick, even though it was still a few words.
Actually `ruthless` happiness: 2003-12-24 08:17 Two MMs, Merry Christmas! How are you doing
VIVI: 2003-12-24 05:35 Merry Christmas! But I was in a bad mood. The sky in London was cloudy and hazy. I had forgotten what the sun looked like. Damn exams, damn statistics, damn old economics man, everything seems to be against me, 555555555...
VIVI: 2003-12-24 05:42 I want to go home... Liu Feipeng, someone from my hometown has come out some time ago, please give me something delicious... Miss, even the dried plums, I'm so pitiful...
Come on wheat: 2003-12-24 22:35 Merry Christmas! Blessings for being late! … Give me something too, I’m so pitiful, I have had a cold for a week, and I have frostbite on my hands, 55555555...
VIVI: 2003-12-25 16:20 Chop the chicken paws. In the warm embrace of the motherland, you still have frostbite on your face. Liu Feipeng, don't send it to her. I don't want to eat the fish in Xihucuyu. I am going to eat the roast duck. I asked for it. I don't want to think about whether your small body can digest it
Come on wheat: 2003-12-26 22:00 I want you to take care of it, and it doesn't cost you a dime. Liu Feipeng, please send me some bamboo shoots from the farm. Suddenly I really want to eat.
In fact, `ruthless` happiness: 2003-12-27 21:53 Don't be noisy! Everyone has a share! I'll go home during the New Year's Day holiday, and I will send it to you when I buy it. You should pay attention to your health, drink plenty of water, exercise more, dress more, and go to the hospital in time if you feel unwell. It’s about to take the exam, pay attention to nutrition, don’t stay up late...
It's good to be able to do this, in the name of my brother, caring and guarding them.
Actually, I am very happy.
Years later, I was walking around the park holding my wife's hand, and a young young man with a cardamom age jokingly walked side by side.
His wife looked ambiguous and gossip: "Boys love girls. Children nowadays are so precocious."
I chuckled and turned my head to look. The boy was standing on tiptoe, carefully brushing off the fallen leaves on his head for the girl. I didn't know what he said quietly, making the girl cover her mouth and smirk, and the two of them looked pure and innocent.
I flicked my wife’s nose and deliberately taunted: "You are too innocent. Boys love girls, this is a gentleman, you should!" Once upon a time, I also had two girls who needed to be so careful and loving, but now they They are all grown up strong enough. Although we don't get together very often because of work, our friendship and the memory of that beautiful youth will always remain in my heart.
Wheat, come on! I wish you happiness.
Weiwei, come on! I wish you happiness. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)