It was a really bad year.
Sheng Dian Meng Jin didn't say anything, but she felt uncomfortable. Zhou Ningzhi called home to encourage her not to give up, and Jiang Jin teased her with a smiling face every night. For the first time this year, Qi Qiao didn't visit Song Jiashu in her thirties, and came to play with her. Meng Shengnan listened to the repeater, and his friend's singles were repeated, and Zhou Huajian's voice made people want to cry.
Later in the year, Kang Chi would occasionally sit with Meng Jin and ask about her studies.
She temporarily put aside the matter of writing, and Kang asked why.
Meng Shengnan said: "My mother said that I want to learn from you to get into Peking University."
Kang smiled.
Once when I was reading a book in a bookstore, Kang Chi caught me and asked her, "Didn't you let go?"
Meng Shengnan said: "Books are still needed to increase knowledge."
Kang said, "Tomorrow I will return to Beijing."
After speaking, he handed her several books.
"For me?"
"Well, New Year's gift."
Meng Shengnan raised his eyes: "Li Wan and the others also have them?"
"Well, yours are different."
Meng Shengnan took the book and smiled: "Central air conditioner."
"What?"
Meng Shengnan laughed and said it was nothing, Kang Qian was still Kang Qian, and she was still Meng Shengnan, but she was a little bit older. In the bookstore, Kang Ti asked and answered with her.
"Nan Nan."
"Um?"
"Don't give up if you like to write. This thing can't be done in a short while."
Meng Shengnan had already recovered a lot at that time, and said, "I know, it must be my father who asked you to test it, right?"
Kang Qian smiled and shook his head, stroking her hair.
A few days after Kang Chi went to Beijing, the second semester of senior high school started. The teacher selected seats according to the top 20 final grades of the first semester, and the countdown really called the parents. The few of them entered the classroom one after another, all of them had a tacit agreement, and she was still in the fourth row, next to the door and a group of windows, with familiar acquaintances. Everyone is still the same.
At that time, the start of school was chaotic, and later it was rumored that Li Yan had been dumped.
The girl lay down on the seat every day listlessly, and Meng Shengnan had seen her cry. It was the rest time before self-study two nights ago, and there was no one in the classroom. As soon as she came back from memorizing, she saw Li Yan buried her head in her elbows, her shoulders shrugged and fluctuated.
Xue Lin hit the nail on the head.
That semester's homework was heavy, and Meng Shengnan had no other time to arrange every day except reading and doing homework. Even the guitar class was changed to once a month. She doesn't seem to have much time and mood to think about this kind of thing, and it seems that it has nothing to do with herself.
Some girls also commented that Meng Shengnan was doing his homework with his head down, but his ears were always pricked up involuntarily. At the end of the semester, Xue Lin came back to life after she had shed her shame, always talking about interesting things in and out of school and couldn't take time off.
One day after class, she took out a piece of paper and asked Meng Shengnan.
"Interesting?"
Meng Shengnan took the paper and looked at it for a while, then asked, "What is this?"
"The distribution index of the fate distribution between boys and girls."
"What?"
"Look here, from A to Z mark the numbers 73, 74 to 98. Each letter represents a two-digit number, and then write down the pinyin of the boy's name you like. Add tens to the ones, and superimpose consecutive additions. Ten will give you a number. Then calculate yours at the end, and when the two of you are combined, the ten men and women will be your fate index. Do you understand?"
Meng Shengnan suddenly realized: "It's quite interesting."
Xue Lin smiled: "That is."
"Whose do you belong to?" she asked.
Xue Lin said shyly, "Guess."
Meng Shengnan thought for a while, "Fu Song?"
"Cut, he's so boring." Xue Lin said, "I'm counting on Chi Zheng."
Meng Shengnan's eyes flickered, and his voice was flat: "He—"
Xue Lin asked mysteriously: "Do you know why he changed girlfriends so quickly?"
"Why?"
"I've done the math. Do you know how many his names are added in alphabetical order?"
"How many?"
"Big duck egg!"
Meng Shengnan licked his dry lips and blinked: "—Are you sure?"
"It's okay, do you want to count?"
Meng Shengnan immediately shook his head. At that time, Nie Jing just returned to the classroom from the toilet, and joined Xue Lin's ranks excitedly. The two of them counted the only few boys in Wen (4), and they never got tired of it, and they were still immersed in drawing graffiti in class.
At that time, there was a wave of enthusiasm in the classroom, and Xue Lin's calculation method was passed on by all the girls in the class.
One night during self-study, she was reading the history of Xia, Shang and Zhou, and her deskmate Nie Jing was depressed and sighed. She stopped writing and turned her head to ask what's the matter, the girl shook her head and said it was all right, then buried her head. Meng Shengnan didn't ask any more questions, but was stopped by Xue Lin in the back row to ask English questions.
It was inconvenient for the two of them to speak loudly, Xue Lin suggested: "How about I change it or you change it?"
After finishing speaking, I will call Nie Jing.
The latter was stunned for a moment, looked at Fu Song who was studying functions with his head down, and slowly nodded and changed seats with Xue Lin. The classroom is not particularly quiet, and there are also voices of discussing and whispering among each other.
After listening to Meng Shengnan's speech, Xue Lin suddenly became enlightened, "I'm so stupid to confuse attributive clauses with appositive clauses."
Meng Shengnan smiled, "It's clear now."
"It's too simple to think about it that way."
The two were talking when they heard Nie Jing ask Fu Song a question. The boy simply said a few words and finished. Nie Jing said that she didn't understand, and went over three times in a row. Fu Song was a little irritable, and his voice was a little impatient: "It's fine if you really don't understand, this question is not important."
Xue Lin quietly turned her head to look and then turned back.
"What's wrong?"
After Meng Shengnan asked, she turned her head and glanced, Xue Lin said softly, "Do you know how much I count as Fu Song?"
"You mean that index?"
Xue Lin nodded.
Meng Shengnan shook his head, Xue Lin said it was 1. This year is 2005, a sophomore in high school. Fu Song studied more seriously and talked less. Except for Meng Shengnan asking him a few questions, he hardly chatted much. Girls are mostly sensitive, already aware of it.
Xue Lin turned her attention again: "Your ballpoint pen is very beautiful."
On her birthday last year, Qi Qiao was very proud when she gave her a gift: "My sister went to a dozen stores to find one that suits your style. Do you like it?" Meng Shengnan looked at Xue Lin with a smile, and the latter said, "Can we change pens?" ?”
She nodded and handed over the pen.
Nie Jing gently poked Xue Lin with her finger at this time: "I have to do other homework, can I sit back?"
The girl's eyes are a little red.
Xue Lin saw Meng Shengnan sticking out her tongue, but she didn't dare to ask and changed her position.
The whole night was silent.
Going home that night, Meng Shengnan sat on the desk in his room and finished his homework. There is only one desk lamp on in the room, warm yellow. She took out a blank piece of paper from the box on the side of the table, wrote down ABCD and numbers in turn, then recalculated his, and then recalculated herself.
He is ○ and she is 5.
Male ten female, five percent, ○. ○5.
In the many nights that followed, she didn't know how many times he wrote his name on the paper. Then kneaded it into a ball, saved a lot and threw it into the wastebasket, and continued to take out the book and flip through it. In my impression, he and she never seemed to have a real eye contact. Not even by chance.
Occasionally we meet each other on campus, always a group of boys with hippie smiles. When they were far away, she slowly turned around and stared in that direction for a long time. Before the grand ceremony asked her how she felt, she said she liked it. Now she doesn't know anymore, it seems that all the attention is subconscious. Sometimes when I read a book, I turn to an interesting place, about the standard weight of girls.
(Height—1○○)*○.9—2.5 (cm conversion)
She thought of Li Yan, very thin, wearing a knee-length skirt, the skirt fluttered with the wind, □□, the girl smiled lingeringly, and the wind was beautiful. He likes that type, not her. He wears a huge school uniform to and from get out of class every day, has introverted short hair, and weighs eighty-eight.
In the blink of an eye, half of the semester has passed.
In mid-April, the school has already started preparing for the summer sports. That night, she stayed in the classroom for too long doing problems, and when she returned, there were not many people in the school. The lights on the side of the road flickered and shone on the ground, dangling back and forth. Meng Shengnan walked quickly to the carport with her schoolbag on her back.
As soon as he walked out of the corner of the school gate, there were gradually small and broken voices in his ears.
"If it's a man, it's a fight." A voice lacked confidence.
Someone snorted in the darkness.
"why are you laughing?"
The man didn't speak.
Meng Shengnan didn't mean to watch, but the voice that spoke was their monitor. The atmosphere was obviously not right, she glanced sideways at the corner, and there was a tall boy standing in the shadow, with a faint smell of fire between his fingers. The squad leader stood opposite him, bowing his head.
"Will you fight or not, in a word?"
The man took a drag on his cigarette, slowly raised his eyes, and smiled contemptuously.
As soon as the voice came out, Meng Shengnan's breathing became stagnant.
He asked, "Just you?"
With a contemptuous tone, she heard the monitor's voice tremble.
"Li Yan likes you so much, but why are you sorry for her?"
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart tightened. He really heard the big news.
He laughed even more ironically: "So you blocked me because of her."
"So what?"
"Why do you?" He asked after a while.
The squad leader was stunned for a moment, as if he had made a very serious decision: "Just because I like her!"
"Oh—" he drew a long ending sound, which sounded more sarcastic, "what does it matter to me that you like her?"
"you-"
He sneered: "Didn't you just play for a few months, and if you want to find something to get her to come, who are you?"
"Chi Zheng, don't bully people too much!"
In the darkness, his voice became lower, and the words he said in a foolish manner made people shudder.
"What, fight?"
Meng Shengnan saw the monitor take a small step back.
Because he leaned over slightly, lowered his head, took a deep drag on the cigarette, threw it on the ground and stomped it out, then lowered his gaze: "Try?"
Although it is spring, it is cold everywhere.
Meng Shengnan clenched his fist nervously, and made a noise before he could make a move.
—
"Squad leader."
The two boys turned to look at her at the same time.
One was extremely surprised, and the other looked at danger.
Meng Shengnan bit her lip, pretending to be calm and said: "The teacher asked you to go to her office tomorrow."
This statement is full of loopholes.
After she finished speaking, her eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at him for the first time.
This fight was doomed to fail, the squad leader with a waist circumference of 2 feet 4 was stunned for a while before saying 'oh'. He still looked cynical, snorted, lowered his head slightly and said something to the monitor, but his eyes were fixed on her. Soon he walked away with his hands in his trouser pockets, lowered his head and lit a cigarette while walking.
The night was dark and the wind was so cold.
Meng Shengnan's legs were still weak when he got home, and his heart was still beating. How could he remember that she was a girl who was vaguely present, and the look in her eyes at that moment was very dazzling.
No one knows, she would rather not be by chance, and she has been sad for a long time.
Two days after that incident, I signed up for the sports meeting. Qi Qiao ran over from the science building to ask her for advice, and the two of them sat at her table in the afternoon and chatted. Qi Qiao asked dissatisfied: "Why haven't you come to see me these few days?"
Meng Shengnan gave a faint 'hmm', "There's too much homework and no time."
"Cut." Qi Qiao looked at her with contempt: "Why do you think there is something wrong with you these days?"
"Is there?"
"Absolutely."
Meng Shengnan glanced at the window where the sun was shining all over the sky, and changed the topic: "Which one are you reporting?"
"Let's report for the 100-meter relay."
Meng Shengnan frowned: "Are you running?"
Qi Qiao nodded, and said again: "By the way, there is also long jump."
"Report two?"
"No, you choose one."
Meng Shengnan thought for a while and said, "Long jump is fine for me, but for running, forget it."
"make a deal."
In the evening self-study, the class monitor counts the registration status of the project. When I passed her, I stopped and wrote her name in the long jump column. This was the first time the two of them looked at each other face-to-face after that night. The boy gave her another look after she finished filling it out, and finally turned and left without saying anything.
Meng Shengnan was stunned for a long time before returning to his senses.
The next day, in physical education class, Nie Jing and the others played sandbags and skipped rope. Xue Lin asked her which event she applied for.
Meng Shengnan said, "Long jump."
Nie Jing said: "I am a 100-meter relay."
"None of the girls in our class signed up for the 3,000-meter long-distance race, but each class must have a quota." Xue Lin said.
Nie Jing was thoughtful: "Really."
"That's right, 3000, it's scary to think about it. Besides, it's so embarrassing that you can't run anymore, and many people will know you."
"If no one reports to the teacher, will he force it?" Nie Jing asked.
Xue Lin shook her head and shrugged.
Nie Jing said again: "If you get picked up, you won't be able to."
"Not really."
While talking, Fu Song came over and called Meng Shengnan. He met the teacher on the way with a word.
"The English teacher asked you to go to her office."
"Now?" Meng Shengnan asked.
Fu Song nodded, but was stopped by Nie Jing when he was about to leave: "You play with us with sandbags." Fu Song always looked indifferent, and after making Nie Jing cry that time, the girls seemed to have nothing to do It happened, and I tried every means to talk about it.
Fu Song shook his head: "I don't play this."
Nie Jing left after speaking, discouraged.
Fu Song looked at Meng Shengnan's trotting figure, and suddenly remembered the time when he met her at the door of the bookstore the day after the year. A man rubbed her hair gently, she joked with a playful smile, and the man laughed too. The wind around him gradually increased, and he looked away to the other side.
There were laughter and laughter in the small playground, and the sound of needles falling in the teaching building.
Meng Shengnan stepped up the steps to the fourth floor, and the wind from the corridor turned smoothly and blew into her smooth neck. She hurriedly lowered her head and smoothed down the sleeves of the blue school uniform that was rolled at the elbows, and her canvas shoes fell lightly on the ground. As soon as she approached the door of the office, a boy came out from it.
The wind raged even harder.