Ji Su leaned on the desk with her chin supported by her hands. The desk, which had been shared by countless seniors, was extremely old. The green paint on the desk was missing a lot, like a sculpture that had been blown by the wind for thousands of years, with mottled marks everywhere. She stayed quietly, doing nothing. After a moment, she slowly slid down, stretched out her left hand straight, and pressed her face on it. The black desktop reflected the beautiful face of the girl, as if time had been frozen at this moment.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the classroom through the window glass, casting a ball of light on the right hand. Ji Su spread out his hand and shook it slightly, and the light immediately jumped up and down between his fingers, very beautiful, very faint, and very warm.
How many days have you not seen him? Three days, five days, or a long time
I never knew that thinking about someone would make me unable to sleep, eat, and feel uneasy. I would suddenly be distracted in my favorite Chinese class, and suddenly giggle in the most serious math class. And the most common thing is to think of him anytime and anywhere, and then stare blankly.
When you can see that person by turning around, you don’t think it’s anything special, but when he is not around, you can’t stop the longing for him that is engraved in your bones.
The door of the classroom was pushed open, and Wen Liang walked in with a smile. The sixteen-year-old boy was no different from before, but his smile, along with the sunlight behind him, conveyed a sense of warmth.
Through the fingers of his right hand, following the dancing light, Ji Su found him just like that. In a trance, a sentence he had just read in "Reader" emerged in his mind: Many years later, I will occasionally think of that lazy late autumn morning, through the dancing sunlight, your eyes, as cool as the breeze!
Ji Su sat up immediately, straightened his soft body, but lowered his head as if frightened. He waited until Wen Liang passed by him, and kept asking himself in his heart: Did he see me lying on the table without any image just now
Wen Liang didn't have a chance to think about the little girl's worries, as she was already caught up in Ren Yi's crazy saliva. After not seeing him for a few days, Ren Yi's articulation was still so sharp, and the first sentence he said scared Wen Liang.
"Oh, Brother Wen, you're finally back. I missed you so much!"
Wen Liang shuddered. Who else could he learn from? Feng Gong? Could it be that he stopped watching martial arts movies and started listening to crosstalk? He crossed his hands and made a "STOP" gesture, saying, "You miss me so much? I think you want me to die, right?"
"Brother Wen, what are you talking about? Even if I die, you can't die! You know, if you die before me, this world will turn from colorful to black and white, and my life will no longer have any bright spots..."
Wen Liang couldn't figure out Ren Yi's intention of being sentimental and lyrical. He remained alert and deliberately looked down on him, "Really? I have been sick at home for more than six days. Have you ever seen Brother Ren set foot in my humble home? Can you say a word to comfort my brother?"
Ren Yi was shocked and said in disbelief: "Brother Wen, if time could go back, you would be ashamed of what you said! Have you forgotten that I was the one who made up the reason for your leave, appendicitis..."
Wen Liang then remembered that when he asked for leave that day, he asked Ren Yi to be his advisor in order to fabricate an illness that would take a week to treat. It was Ren Yi's idea to use appendicitis as an excuse. This guy had his appendix removed in the first grade of junior high school and he had researched this area.
I just wanted to play a joke on him, but I ended up playing a trick on myself. I've been so busy lately that I've forgotten a lot of little things, as if it's been years.
Wen Liang coughed lightly and asked, "What do you think of the book The Return of the Condor Heroes?"
Changing the subject was Wen Liang's specialty. Ren Yi was immediately tickled. He didn't even bother to grab her pigtail and mock her. His eyes sparkled as he continued, "Brothers are brothers. How did you know I just finished reading The Return of the Condor Heroes? Wesley said it was a love bible, and I agree with him. There are all kinds of men and women in this book, and all kinds of emotions. It can be said that no other novel has ever described so many kinds of love at the same time. Alas, especially when I think of the two of us meeting again sixteen years later, I want to cry..."
Wen Liang comforted her heartlessly, "There's nothing to cry about. Think about it. Little Dragon Girl has been exposed to the sun and wind at the bottom of the valley, with no clothes to cover her body and no food to eat. How can she still maintain her youthful appearance and skin whiter than snow after 16 years? According to my research, this is most likely the daughter she gave birth to with Taoist Yin, repaying her mother's debt of love... In the third part of the Legend of the Condor Heroes trilogy, The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, isn't Yang Buhui like this? Lao Jin had foreshadowed it a long time ago..."
This is a painful argument that has been widely circulated in later generations, but the fact that such a statement was made in 1995 was too damaging to young boys and girls. From a heavy taste perspective, the effect was definitely shocking.
As expected, Ren Yi was stunned, his mouth opened, and after a while he suddenly shook his head and took out a book from the drawer. Wen Liang leaned over and saw three lines of eye-catching large characters on the cover of the book: Huanggang Middle School High School Grade 1 Mathematics Simulation Exercise Book.
This glance brought back some clear memories of Wen Liang's previous life.
The desks are piled high with books and materials, sometimes placed horizontally and sometimes vertically. But no matter how they are placed, if you lower your head, your entire face will be buried. Unless the students in the front row stand up, they can't see you at all.
This is what is called a mountain of books.
I get up at five in the morning and go to bed at ten in the evening. Teachers of different subjects take turns to take the podium like a revolving lantern. There are endless homework, endless test questions, weekly tests, monthly tests, final exams, big exercises, subject competitions, as if the sea has no end.
This is what is called the ocean of learning.
The path to the mountain of books is made through diligence, the boat to the boundless sea of learning is made through hard work. This is a famous saying that we have known since elementary school. It was not until high school that we realized that art really comes from life and is not much higher than life.
Therefore, young artists like Ren Yi created secondary artistic works based on this. Wen Liang still remembers the limerick that was very popular in Qingyi Middle School:
The classroom is used as a quilt and the table is used as a bed. It is not studying but fighting. Since ancient times, the examination room is like a battlefield. It is either you die or I die.
Although the words of this doggerel are a bit simple, it is full of momentum. Once it came out, it became a famous saying on many people's desks, and in a very short time it surpassed the word "early" engraved on Mr. Lu Xun's desk.
But the most unforgettable thing is the mock exams of Huanggang Middle School and Haidian District, which were hated by the people. In high school, these two schools were like devils in most people's minds. I don't know how many times I faced the Huanggang test papers, biting the pen while shouting that one day I would blow up Huanggang, fill up Haidian, tie up all the teachers who set the test papers and take them home, and then spread the test papers on the ground in a row, and not allow me to eat until I finished them.
Thinking about it again, Wen Liang laughed and said, "Well, after three days of absence, you have to dig out your eyes to see them. Are you ready to work hard?"
Ren Yi smiled triumphantly and opened the book cover. What appeared in front of Wen Liang was the first chapter of "The Return of the Condor Heroes": Wind and Moon Are Cruel, The Girl of Yue Picks Lotus by the Autumn Water, etc. This turned out to be a knockoff.
It is an open secret in the industry that martial arts novels are disguised as textbooks or materials. Wen Liang had been away from his student days for a long time and did not think about this for a moment. He took the book and flipped through two pages. The paper was rough and full of typos. It should be a pirated copy rented from a rental bookstore.
Ren Yi turned directly to the chapter about the meeting at the bottom of the Unfeeling Valley, pointed at each line and read through it, then sighed, "It took me three days to recover from Xiao Longnu's loss of virginity, and another three days to see them meet again sixteen years later. I haven't even had a moment to be happy yet. You're amazing. You made me depressed just by thinking about this book with just one sentence. Brother Wen, I surrender to you!"
Wen Liang laughed out loud. Being with Ren Yi, his mood also became peaceful.
The fourth period was Chinese. Ye Yuting walked up to the podium and took a look at Wen Liang. She said, "Now that all the students are here, let's switch seats. We should have changed seats after the exam, but I've been a little busy these days. It was only when Zhang Tianqi reminded me that I remembered this. Some students might have been waiting impatiently. I apologize to you."
The classroom was immediately filled with a mixture of joy and dejection. Some were jubilant, while others were dejected. A few friends who were close but had very different grades hugged each other and cried, creating a touching scene of people who would rather die than be separated. Wen Liang squinted at Ren Yi and said, "Brother Ren, what are your plans?"
After the last exam results were announced, Ren Yi expressed his strong desire to continue sitting at the same table with Wen Liang. Wen Liang had a good relationship with him, so he agreed immediately. The question was just a joke. Unexpectedly, Ren Yi smiled, stroking his stubble, and said, "I have my own place to go, so don't worry about me, brother Wen. The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold. I will never see you again after I leave..."
Wen Liang grabbed him and said, "You are so rebellious. What's going on? Don't tell me that you have hooked up with a female classmate in just a few days?"
Ren Yi said with a bitter face: "Don't pull and tug, it will be bad if girls see us. Boss, don't worry, I didn't do well in the exam this time, so I have to sit next to you by myself next time. Just let me do it this time, okay?"
What else could Wen Liang say? He patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "If you have ambition, go ahead!"
The whole class stood outside in the corridor, bustling with activity. Ye Yuting appeared at the door with a report card and said, "Everyone keep quiet and don't disturb the students in Class 4. As usual, go in and find a seat according to your ranking. In principle, you are not allowed to save seats for those who are ranked lower. The top 20 are not allowed to sit in the corner of the last row. You are not allowed to deliberately separate boys and girls. You are not allowed to..."
There are seven "no's" in total, which are the rules of Qingyi Middle School. Almost every class teacher will remind them, but in practice, they turn a blind eye. Some people see an empty seat and say that someone else took it, but they still sit down? Of course, there are people like this. There are always one or two people with a strange worldview in a class. According to the principles of probability statistics, such people should generally be deleted.
"Warm and forgiving!"
The first name called was Wen Liang. Wen Liang walked out of the crowd and entered the classroom amid the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd. When he passed by Ye Yuting, he heard her whisper, "Sit in the third row. I have to watch you!"
Wen Liang smiled bitterly. He was originally going to sit in the sixth row, by the wall, where there was a window to see the scenery outside, but now all his plans were ruined. Ye Yuting had spoken, so he had to give her some face, so he had to sit down by the left wall in the third row and sighed slightly.
"Zhang Tianqi."
"Ding Feng."
"Ji Su!"