In the summer of 2004, there was a concert with tens of thousands of people in Jiangcheng. Everywhere you go, you can hear songs written by Lin Xi, Xu Meijing sings "You smoke, let me go to all the shops in the town".
It was the same that day, with misty light rain and persistent fog.
The windows in the room were rattling by the wind, and light raindrops fell on them, making it muffled. There is an old-fashioned desktop computer on the table, and a dozen books as thick as Oxford dictionaries are stacked high next to it.
Meng Shengnan was flipping through the documents in his hand, beside a pile of pencils and white paper.
She reads at Sheng:
"Liang Sicheng once asked Lin Huiyin why am I?"
Lin Huiyin answered him that the answer is very long, and I have to spend my whole life answering you.
Beside the desk, the music tape sent by Qi Qiao was slowly playing on the repeater. Thick curtains block the weather outside, and only one lamp is on in the small room. The Word document on the old desktop computer still hasn't seen a single word.
Meng Shengnan was in a bottleneck.
A story took up a summer vacation, writing and deleting. Youth is flawed, inexperienced, superficial knowledge, superficial, so Meng Jin sent her a sentence, "read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles". She is very painful, at this age of studying. However, before the pain began to spread, the desk lamp suddenly went out.
She opened the curtains and went to press the power switch of the room.
really.
"mom-"
She shouted into the yard, put on a coat, stuffed a notebook and a pen in her schoolbag, and went downstairs. Sheng Dian was sitting under the eaves of the courtyard on the first floor reading a book, when he heard the words 'hmm'.
"I'm going out."
Only then did Shengdian look up, "It's raining, what are you doing?"
Meng Shengnan took an umbrella from the entrance, walked out and said, "The power is out, I have to write a manuscript."
"Stopped again?"
"Um."
Sheng Dian frowned, "Your father must have a good talk with him when he comes back in the evening, the wiring must be wrong and the fuse is broken."
"Well, I'll go first."
"Come back as soon as you finish writing."
"knew."
She closed the door behind her back and walked out of the alley.
The rain fell on the umbrella, dripping, dripping. There are some small puddles on the ground, if you don't pay attention, you will step on them. The alley is about two hundred meters long. Meng Shengnan raised his wrist to look at his watch, 16:10. She came out of the alley, turned around and turned right, walked down a street, and turned into a short alley with a narrow door.
The third one is Tianming Internet Cafe.
Put away the umbrella, go in and go up to the second floor, a little girl at the front desk saw it was her, and asked with a smile, "You're here?"
Meng Shengnan nodded: "The power is out at home."
"Why does your house keep having power outages?" The little girl's name is Xilinxiao, who is about the same age as her. The two had made up lessons with a teacher in the third grade of junior high school, and they were familiar with each other. At that time, it was almost impossible for minors to enter Internet cafes without ID cards. Of course, there were many people who sneaked in for various reasons. Because of mutual acquaintance, Meng Shengnan sometimes had nowhere to go to write manuscripts, and Xilin Xiao's family opened an Internet cafe, so he brought them here to write. Those who come and go will be familiar with the road. Now Xilinxiao is studying in No. 14 Middle School, and she is in No. 9 Middle School.
Meng Shengnan smiled and shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness.
"Two hours?"
"Um."
She took the ticket and went to find the machine.
There were almost no vacant seats in the Internet cafe. She had just walked a few steps when Xilinxiao called her to stop.
"There are a few more inside, go over there and have a look."
The smell was very unpleasant. She held her breath and walked through the corridor. Both sides were full of boys and girls, playing games and laughing. Meng Shengnan walked almost to the end, only to see an empty seat on the right. It was a corner, and the light was a little dark.
There are two boys on the left hand side of the corridor.
The one sitting outside was wearing gray short-sleeved sleeves and was wearing a large earphone, his hands were clattering on the keyboard. The point is that the sound was too loud, and Meng Shengnan had to notice it. She glanced away, walked to the last machine, sat down and turned on the power of the host and the computer.
As soon as the computer was turned on, she entered the account password and opened Word.
Across the one-meter-wide corridor, the knocking sound was clearer. She couldn't concentrate on writing, and the little inspiration she had had disappeared like that.
The boy was staring at the computer intently, holding the mouse in one hand and covering the keyboard with the other, pinging, ping-pong, and moving as fast as clouds and flowing water. She set her eyes on his computer, which was the Warcraft that Qi Qiao's boyfriend often played. The characters on the screen were lightning fast, and the screens were constantly changing.
She can't read it.
But he was a little disgusted, and was about to look back when he suddenly turned his hands and pressed the space bar heavily, and then spread his hands over the keyboard. Strangely, she was drawn to those hands.
Slender and clean.
Like Kang Ti, they all like to follow the elder brother next door in the alley.
"Win?" A male voice sounded.
"Small idea." The owner of those hands snorted with a smile.
Meng Shengnan looked up.
He leaned lazily on the chair, squinted slightly, touched his pocket, lit a cigarette and smoked. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, which was a little bit better than those sloppy bastards in TV dramas. Half of his body was hidden in the dark light, a shadowy figure. She was a little embarrassed to stare at him like that, and turned her head silently. The distance is too close, the smell of the boy permeates, and the conversation in the ear is also vague.
"Go to Hall K in a while and call some brothers."
Another boy continued, "By the way, you changed your girlfriend again, that Li Yan from class three?"
He was biting his cigarette, playing with the lighter in his hand, and said 'hmm' in neither salt nor light.
"Yes, you."
He smiled lightly.
"How?" The boy still didn't give up on this topic.
"How about what?"
"Li Yan, big beauty, how does it feel?"
He raised his eyebrows: "You try next time?"
The boy was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wickedly again, "You're such a fucking jerk."
Meng Shengnan listened attentively, pretending that the action of pressing the keyboard had stopped, staring at a line on the document that was casually typed in Song Dynasty No. 5, and his ears were red for a long time. He beside him had already stood up, left his seat and walked out, smiling with a cigarette in his mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"Hall K."
The voice is also lazy.
The boy chased after him.
Only then did Meng Shengnan raise his head and look over aboveboard. He was tall, five or six centimeters taller than the boy next to him. With a broad back, tall and thin, with one hand in his pocket, he casually walked out the door.
Thinking of what he said just now, it was obscene and shameless.
Really.
She withdrew her gaze and stared at the computer screen to find a feeling, but she still found nothing. It was half past six when I got home, and the rain had stopped long ago. Sheng Dian cooked the meal, and Meng Jin's father just came back from get off work. It was still slightly bright in July at this time, but the light in the room was very weak.
"The power went out?" Meng Jin put down his briefcase and sat down at the dining table.
The grand ceremony brought out the dishes one by one, and Meng Shengnan was setting the chopsticks.
"Do you even need to ask?" Sheng Dian choked.
"Well, I'll go take a look."
"Go after eating."
Meng Jin had already left the living room and walked towards the yard, "It's not convenient when it gets dark."
Meng Shengnan followed his father to the yard, took a flashlight to illuminate, and tiptoed slightly to shine on the fuse. Meng Jin said calmly, "I'm thinking today whether I should enroll you and your mother in a tour group and go out for a few days. You have a month to go to school, so it's boring to stay at home."
"Aren't you going?"
Meng Jin tilted his head and glanced at her: "I've been busy this month."
"Then leave you alone at home—not lonely?"
"The base of the ear can be relaxed for a few days."
"Be careful when mom hears you clean up."
"Heaven knows and Earth knows."
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and smiled maliciously, "Mr. Meng, you didn't raise a mistress outside, did you?"
Meng Jin raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing just because you are afraid that our family will not be chaotic?"
"Cut." She flaunted her literary talent again.
After fixing the fuse, the three sat around the table for dinner. Meng Jin brought up the matter of travel.
"I have organized activities at school at the beginning of next month, so I can't go."
Sheng Dian took a sip of the porridge, looked at Meng Shengnan and continued, "Aren't Qiao Qiao idle, you two go."
"Mom, our average age is 16.5, don't worry?"
"Psychological age 28.5, completely assured."
Meng Shengnan: "Why 28.5?"
Meng Jin started again: "From the perspective of social psychology, the mental age is generally one round older than the actual age, which is 12 years old. Meng Shengnan, you should study hard."
Meng Shengnan pursed her mouth: "You two are good enough."
Sheng Dian put a piece of tofu in her bowl and said, "Don't be silly, I said, how about going to your aunt's place for a few days?"
With steamed buns stuffed in Meng Shengnan's mouth, he chewed and thought, "It's okay, I'll call Qi Qiao later."
The rain outside slowly began to fall again. After dinner, Sheng Dian went to Li Wan's house across the street to get an umbrella from the entrance. I couldn't find it anywhere, so I asked my grandfather who was watching TV on the sofa: "Have you two seen the green umbrella at home?"
Meng Jin turned around after hearing the sound: "Can't find it?"
"Well, I took out this one today, why is it missing?"
Meng Shengnan suddenly said 'ah', "I forgot to be in the Internet cafe."
Sheng Dian gave her an angry look: "If you can change your temperament, I will be Amitabha."
Meng Shengnan smiled shyly: "I'll get it tomorrow morning."
After watching TV with Meng Jin, Meng Shengnan went back to his room. She turned on the computer, habitually opened Word and then minimized the window. At that time, Penguin was popular, and the news of Qi Qiao came as soon as she went online.
"what to do?"
Meng Shengnan returned and was idle.
Qi Qiao said again, I am also very boring.
Meng Shengnan hit a space bar to return, you
The girl returned, and Song Jiashu and his parents returned to their hometown.
Meng Shengnan thought for a while and asked, my parents want me to go to my aunt's place in Shanghai for a few days, will you go
Qi Qiao replied with a series of question marks.
Meng Shengnan said, it was absolutely true.
Qi Qiao couldn't calm down anymore, so let's go.
Meng Shengnan smiled, OK.
The two quickly agreed on a time, and they will meet at the Pizza Hut opposite No. 9 Middle School at 8:30 tomorrow morning. After chatting for a while, Meng Shengnan went offline to write a manuscript. In the document, the line 'W came on the night of her thirteenth birthday—' disturbed all her thoughts.
Meng Shengnan thought, could she be the first essay contestant ever to ask the heroine to be her aunt
For some reason, I couldn't write any more. She rubbed her face boredly and drank several large glasses of water, her eyelids finally rolled, and then she simply turned off the computer and fell asleep. The rain outside the window made the ground clean.
The next day, she got up at seven o'clock.
At that time, Meng Jin had already gone to work, and Sheng Dian was doing exercises in the yard. After Meng Shengnan washed up, she changed into a pair of light pink short-sleeves and knee-length light-colored jeans. She bit a piece of bread and went out, "Mom, I'm going out for a while."
"Why are you going so early in the morning?" Sheng Dian stopped bending over and asked slightly panting.
"Play with Qi Qiao."
Meng Shengnan went out of the alley and first went to Tianming Internet Cafe to get an umbrella.
It was early in the morning, and the streets were relatively quiet. She gnawed on the bread as she walked, wiping her mouth when she was done. Then turn left and turn right, into the Internet cafe. There are a lot of people staying overnight inside, and now almost all of them are lying on the table and falling asleep. Meng Shengnan went to yesterday's location, took the umbrella and walked out. Before walking a few steps, she subconsciously turned back to look at the empty place on the other side of the corridor. It's strange, the appearance of that boy from last night popped up in my mind.
She took a deep breath and left the Internet cafe.
Qi Qiao was already waiting there, and soon saw Meng Shengnan coming.
Meng Shengnan walked over and sat down.
"So early?" she asked.
Qi Qiao drank hot cocoa, handed her another cup she ordered, and pursed her lips.
"Be idle, I said it's not raining, what are you doing with an umbrella?"
Meng Shengnan took a sip, and then said: "I went to the Internet cafe to write a manuscript yesterday afternoon. I forgot where it was. I just went there to get it."
"new concept?"
"Um."
"What year is this year?"
"Sixth."
Qi Qiao patted her on the shoulder: "Sisters really admire you, if you don't win an award this year, I will write Qi Qiao backwards!"
Meng Shengnan sighed: "I don't know the result yet, it's just the primary election."
"Look at you being so unpromising, isn't it just that you didn't win the prize last year? It's a big deal. After all, we also made it to the semi-finals. Besides, I don't believe it because of your talent. Last year it was because they didn't care. The first prize, the sisters are optimistic about you."
Meng Shengnan chuckled, "Thank you, sisters."
"Huh, we need to have this kind of vigor of getting more and more courageous—I still don't believe it, can it be more difficult than the eight-year war of resistance?"
Meng Shengnan laughed even harder.
The two chatted casually for a while, and Qi Qiao talked about traveling: "Why don't we go to Chengdu?"
"Why?"
"-It's fun."
"?"
"Well, Song Jiashu's hometown is in Chengdu."
Meng Shengnan was speechless: "Then you go to Chengdu to find him, what should I do?"
Qi Qiao looked at her several times with hatred for iron and steel: "I told you not to talk about a boyfriend, you deserve it."
Meng Shengnan retorted: "Do you think boyfriends are so easy to talk to?"
"There are quite a few people chasing you."
Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: "Why don't I know?"
Qi Qiao smiled, "You are the kind of girl who is too ignorant, no one dares to approach you, you know, and I am the only one who can."
Meng Shengnan laughed.
"Speaking of which, what do you like?"
Meng Shengnan thought about it seriously, "I don't know."
"roll."
This was Qi Qiao's catchphrase, and Meng Shengnan was always speechless. The number of people in McDonald's gradually increased, and BGM flowed in every corner. Meng Shengnan took a sip of hot cocoa and asked Qi Qiao, "By the way, I'm going to be a sophomore this year. Do you choose essays or reason?"
Qi Qiao said without hesitation: "I will choose whatever he chooses."
Meng Shengnan's mouth trembled: "Can you be more unprincipled?"
"This is called husband singing and wife following."
Meng Shengnan said blackly, "You are pedantic."
Qi Qiao gave a 'cut', "You don't understand the world in love."
Meng Shengnan asked again, "What do you like about him?"
"Appearance is like Pan'an, daring and loyal."
Meng Shengnan was dizzy.
Meng Shengnan knew all about Song Jiashu's pursuit of Qi Qiao. It was the third year of junior high school, Song Jiashu, who was ignorant but handsome and almost the dream lover of all the girls in the school, yelled Ke Youlun's "I love you to death" affectionately at the graduation ceremony, confessed to Qi Qiao, and was like ten years old Former Wu Yanzu.
"What are you thinking about?" Qi Qiao waved her hand in front of her.
Meng Shengnan blinked and said, "It's nothing."
Later, the matter of the trip fell through because Qi Qiao's mother, Qiao Meili, privately enrolled her in a quyi class, playing the erhu, which counted as class time. So, for the rest of the summer vacation, Meng Shengnan spent the rest of the day thinking about writing a manuscript, then deleting it, then starting again, and listening to Qi Qiaola's out-of-voice erhu.
At that time, she was sixteen and a half years old.
The author has something to say: Well, the pen name was changed to Shu Yuan.
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