The sound was approaching, and she just raised her eyes to look over.
The boy in blue school uniform and short-sleeved jeans, with disheveled hairstyle, glanced at her casually, then moved away indifferently and walked sideways. She seemed to be stunned, just stood there, listening to the sound of him stepping on the stairs when he went downstairs, it was dull and chaotic, and she couldn't restrain her heartbeat for a while.
"Meng Shengnan?" Lao Shi called her in the office.
Only then did the girl walk in with heavy steps, and Lao Shi handed her a stack of English mock questions and said that they would send them out for evening self-study and collect them after school. I didn't hear what I said later, I just listened to the chatting of a few teachers at the desk next door.
"Is that boy causing trouble again?"
"No, someone called in the morning to report that he was fighting with someone."
"Now the child can't control it, and the teacher can't help it. It's still more parents' concern."
"He is a single-parent family." The female teacher sighed.
"No wonder."
Meng Shengnan didn't know why he was always depressed that afternoon and couldn't cheer up. Zhou Chuanxiong's album released in 2000 was played on the radio of the evening school. He sang that he still remembers the heartbreak that slipped from your eyes, and there is an illusion of burning tears in the warmth. The tone is too sad and tactful.
"What's the name of this song?" Xue Lin asked in the classroom.
"dusk."
"Just say why it sounds so familiar, who sang it?"
"Zhou Chuanxiong." Meng Shengnan said.
"That's right, that's him." Xue Lin smiled, "Hey Meng Shengnan, do you like his songs?"
"I like everything that sounds good."
Xue Lin was still laughing: "Me too, I like Zhang Xinzhe's faith the most."
As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the self-study bell rang. A new official who specializes in singing has been appointed in the class. He is a boy with a fanatical hobby. When the preparatory bell was over, he started up, "All the honors of yesterday have become distant memories," and the whole class sang.
Xue Lin smacked her lips: "I play this song every time."
Nie Jing came back from reciting a book outside, and laughed when she heard it: "How about we sing the sailor?"
In the singing, Xue Lin's voice is fake and foreign mixed in Liu Huan's new beginning: "Bitter sand, the feeling of blowing a painful face. Like father scolding mother and crying will never be forgotten..."
Meng Shengnan laughed, the gloom of the afternoon seemed to be slowly dissipating. Lao Shi did not come for the evening self-study, everyone consciously immersed themselves in the English test papers, and almost no one whispered to each other. After school, she collected the papers and everyone left.
Xue Lin stretched her waist to say hello and goodbye to her. She was about to leave when Nie Jing held her back.
"What's wrong?"
"Ask him a question for me." The girl's voice was low.
Meng Shengnan was puzzled: "Who is it?"
Nie Jing pointed to Fu Song.
Meng Shengnan wanted to ask her why she didn't ask, but swallowed the words again. Then he took the double-speed exercise book in Nie Jing's hand, glanced at Fu Song who was doing 5.3 seriously, and walked over.
"Help me with a question."
The boy slowly raised his head and looked at her: "Let me see."
She handed the book.
After a while, Fu Song asked her: "What didn't you understand?"
Meng Shengnan made a random lie, Fu Song frowned: "You don't know that?"
She was speechless for a while, and turned her head to look for Nie Jing, but she didn't know when she disappeared. Meng Shengnan pouted, took the book from Fu Song, and said he made a mistake. Fu Song didn't speak, and bowed his head to do physics again. Meng Shengnan walked to the door and looked over again. The boy was still working on the problem.
He is a boy who is going to be admitted to USTC, Meng Shengnan thought.
In those few days, the preparations for the sports meeting, the whole school was full of enthusiasm. Looking down from the railing outside the classroom after class, the small playground is full of students, men and women, wearing blue and white school uniforms, smiling all over their faces.
Meng Shengnan has to practice long jump and won't go home at noon. Qi Qiao always waited for her downstairs in the science department to have dinner together and then went back to the classroom for a while. At that time, Song Jiashu was busy building his own band and skipped class almost every day. Qi Qiao complained that Song Jiashu wouldn't let her go, Meng Shengnan smiled.
On the first Saturday of the first month, Shengdian took her to the mall to buy a Walkman.
"I think the repeater is very useful." Meng Shengnan said.
Shengdian took a white Sony: "Isn't it popular now, it's convenient."
Meng Shengnan took a closer look.
Shengdian handed it to her, "Do you like this?"
"It's okay, a bit expensive."
Sheng Dian rolled his eyes: "Spending my money, why do you feel bad?"
Meng Shengnan: "..."
The shopping guide smiled and put the white Walkman handed over by Shenglian into the box. There are people coming and going in the mall, and the music keeps looping. Sheng Dian said: "In the future, you can download whatever you want to listen to. How convenient it is, you won't have to go to the video store to buy tapes."
Meng Shengnan pouted: "Why do you suddenly want to buy this for me?"
"A teacher in our office bought one for his son. I think it's very good."
"oh."
Not far away, someone called Meng Shengnan's name, and she and Sheng Dian turned their heads towards him.
"Teacher Chen."
Meng Shengnan said hello, and Chen Si approached: "Meet you again."
Sheng Dian smiled: "Isn't it true that you go shopping alone?"
Chen Si let out an 'hmm'.
"That's boring. Let your son accompany you around on Sunday."
Chen Si shook his head helplessly: "He has his own affairs and doesn't like me to take care of them. The child is grown up. It's better for Sheng Nan to go shopping with you."
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed.
The two adults exchanged pleasantries and chatted, Meng Shengnan took the opportunity to sneak out and stood next to the railing on the second floor looking down. After a while, Chen Si left. Sheng Dian continued to chat with her, saying, "It's really not easy for you, Mr. Chen."
Meng Shengnan asked what was wrong.
Sheng Dian shook his head: "It seems that the husband is gone in his thirties, and he has been living with his son forever."
"Why not find another one?"
"Who knows."
When she got home that night, she searched a lot of songs from the Internet and downloaded them to the Walkman. The second place in the search engine song list is the rainy season at the age of seventeen. Lin Zhiying sang "the rainy season at the age of seventeen, we have common expectations." Meng Shengnan has heard it too many times. He is the idol that Qi Qiao has liked for many years. The girl's room is full of his poster albums. Meng Shengnan looked back at his small room, which was full of books. The repeater is placed in the second space of the bookshelf, next to Madame Faust of Bovary.
I don't know when, youth has just come and will go away.
A few days later, in the English class on Tuesday, Lao Shi still had a few minutes to finish his lecture. After she said something about her studies and emphasized discipline, she mentioned some matters about the recent sports meeting.
"Squad leader?"
The boy stood up, and Lao Shi asked, "It's been a few days, who will go to the 3000 meters for the girls in our class?"
There seemed to be a pause.
"Meng Shengnan." The boy said.
Almost instantly, all the students looked over. Xue Lin was even more surprised, and Fu Song stopped writing. Lao Shi walked down from the podium. The aisles in the first and second groups were wide and long. Meng Shengnan felt that Lao Shi walked so fast.
"Are you going?" the woman asked.
Meng Shengnan was in a daze at the time, not knowing what was going on, and couldn't say a word for a moment, only seeing the woman's mouth moving back and forth, explaining the precautions and the key points of the competition.
The bell rang, and Lao Shi walked away.
Xue Lin could finally ask, "When did you report it?"
Meng Shengnan just shook his head slowly.
Nie Jing glanced at her, "Are you all right?"
Meng Shengnan thought for a while, stood up and got out of his seat. The classroom was chaotic, and she felt that she was too hot, so she pushed up her sleeves as she walked. At that time, the monitor had already walked out of the classroom, so she chased after her.
"I remember I applied for the long jump." She said every word.
The boy frowned: "Didn't you change it?"
"What changed?"
The boy said: "Yesterday afternoon, the note said that you need to change 3000 meters."
"A note?" Meng Shengnan became more and more confused the more he heard it.
"I came back from the endorsement and there was a piece of paper on the desk, saying that you need to change it."
"Where's the note?"
"It was thrown away yesterday."
Meng Shengnan was anxious: "Then why don't you ask me to confirm?"
The boy also frowned, and said in a low voice after a while, "I thought you didn't like talking to me last time."
Meng Shengnan was stunned.
The boy paused and said, "I handed over the registration form to the school's sports department in the morning, and maybe... it can't be changed."
Meng Shengnan's shoulders drooped all of a sudden, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Got it."
She turned around and didn't take a few steps when the boy called her.
"Excuse me."
Meng Shengnan didn't turn his head, and went back to the classroom in silence. Xue Lin asked what was going on, and Meng Shengnan explained the whole story. The girl was out of breath, "Who did this immoral thing, what do we do now, what did the monitor say?"
"It can't be changed."
Xue Lin sat down on the chair discouraged.
Fu Song raised his head from the book: "Run and run, if you really don't want to walk and run, just reach the finish line, don't care about the time, just don't treat it as a race."
"Then what?" Xue Lin asked.
Fu Song said: "It's a process."
Nie Jing echoed softly from the side: "Yes, Meng Shengnan, just do your best."
"friendship first, competition later."
Xue Lin patted her on the shoulder and spoke slowly.
The arm can't twist the thigh, and the list has already been handed over. Meng Shengnan seemed to have no other choice but to accept his fate, so he could only bite the bullet. Knowing what happened, Qi Qiao was so angry that she wanted to dig three feet into the ground to dig out the troublemaker, but she was helpless. The old friend was tired and couldn't do anything. Qi Qiao blamed himself for this for a long time, and he almost hurt himself. A few days before the sports meeting, students who run 3000 meters do not need to go to the playground for training in the evening self-study.
There are 29 classes in arts and sciences in the second year of senior high school, and 29 girls run 3000 meters.
On the fourth day of the training camp, Meng Shengnan failed. She couldn't even complete a lap that night, let alone meet the standard. When she was too tired, she sat down on the playground, and there were a few girls who were similar to her. After staying together for a few days to get acquainted with each other, I realized that these people were either the deputy monitor or the class representative, and they were pushed up because no one signed up.
She sat on the ground and listened to the girls chatting.
Some girls complained: "You said that I will be the last in the competition that day?"
The other girls kept laughing.
There is one who is particularly beautiful, with long hair, big eyes, cherry mouth and small mouth. She is very thin and sits with her legs crossed. She seems to be the study committee member of Wen (1). Meng Shengnan took another look at the girl, she was very radiant and her voice was sweet. Something like that, like Li Yan, yes, like Li Yan.
"I think I can be the first, the last." A girl said with a smile.
"It would be nice to finish the run," said the awl-faced girl.
"Yeah."
The plastic playground is soft and warm after being exposed to the sun for a day. Meng Shengnan didn't answer much, just kept listening. The girl with the awl face looked over and asked her with a smile, "Why don't you talk?"
Meng Shengnan was taken aback, "Uh, it's okay."
"Which class are you in?"
"Wen (4)."
"what for?"
"Ah?" Meng Shengnan realized instantly, "Representative of the English class."
"Wow, you must be good at English, right?"
"fine."
The awl-faced girl said, "My English is terrible."
A girl laughed: "Let your boyfriend make up for you."
The girl smiled embarrassedly: "He is worse than me."
A group of people laughed and chatted about other topics. The twilight spread in this long night, and the street lamps on the edge of the runway shone down, spreading in this deep. Meng Shengnan looked up at the lamp, and there was dust floating in the scattered light.
It was almost at the end of the self-study that they disbanded.
Meng Shengnan walked outside the playground when he heard someone running behind him. She turned her head subconsciously, but at the moment of the movement, she saw a figure appearing at the end of her gaze. The girl with the awl face was running in that direction, laughing as she ran. The boy just stood there, idling, looking up. Although the direction of his eyes was not her, Meng Shengnan turned his head to the other side nervously.
The memory was drawn to a few weeks ago, when she passed a small vendor at the school gate.
Two girls chatting.
"I heard that Chi Zheng changed his girlfriend?"
"Text (1)."
"What is your name?"
"Zhao Yourong."
On the playground, the two figures drifted away. Meng Shengnan walked slowly and looked far away. The awn-colored light fell, and the shadows became longer and longer. Cycling home at night, it was that central square again, the chain fell off. She pushed the cart along the side of the street. The small shops on both sides of the road were still open, and singing was still playing in one of them.
'My world has one more you from now on, every day is a play. No matter how romantic or surreal the plot, the protagonist is you. From then on, there is one more you in my world, sometimes it is sunny and sometimes it is raining...'
For some reason, Meng Shengnan suddenly burst into tears. She forgot the name of the song and asked Qi Qiao later.
"what is it call?"
"Rainbow." Qi Qiao said.