On the day of the sports meeting, it was extremely hot.
Meng Shengnan was wearing something special, short-sleeved and long trousers. Qi Qiao's long jump was on the second day, and she said that today she is on call. Meng Shengnan laughed, and the two people in the stands chatted while looking down. Qi Qiao tugged on her school uniform pants in disgust, "It's as wide as a sack, why don't you wear shorts?"
She looked down, thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid of getting sunburned."
"cut."
Meng Shengnan smiled, his eyes swept across the plastic playground and then back again, sweeping from the left and right sides of the stands.
Qi Qiao patted her: "Who are you looking for?"
"No, just take a look."
Qi Qiao said earnestly: "After a while, don't try to be brave, you know?"
Meng Shengnan nodded.
Wen (1) class suddenly became lively, and their booing could still be heard after a few classes. Meng Shengnan looked sideways, and saw that girl was wearing short-sleeved shorts in fluorescent colors. Qi Qiao came over suddenly and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it beautiful?"
Meng Shengnan made a 'hmm' sound.
"I heard from the girls in the class that she and Chi Zheng are married, and her name is Zhao Yourong. Tsk tsk, the breasts are really big, and the reputation is well-deserved."
"What?" she asked.
Qi Qiao smiled slyly: "Tolerance is great."
It took Meng Shengnan a while to react, "Is there any virtue in your mouth?"
Qi Qiao suppressed a smile: "Sorry."
Meng Shengnan smiled and looked at Qi Qiao.
"Are you envious?"
"It's kind of like, boys almost like girls with big breasts."
"Song Jiashu is not." Meng Shengnan was serious.
"screw you."
Meng Shengnan laughed, Qi Qiao looked at her carefully after finishing speaking.
"What's wrong?"
"Nan Nan, I actually think you look better than her without makeup."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Meng Shengnan said.
"No, which one looks better the more you look at it."
"Why are you praising me so much all of a sudden?"
"Hui Zhi Lan Xin."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
The two were chatting, the timer had already fired, and the 100-meter relay started. All the students in the audience were shouting, and the voices were full of voices. Meng Shengnan rested his chin on the bend of his legs, and gradually became tired, with sweat protruding from his forehead. The sun was scorching hot, and there was no wind at all.
She was a little bored to come up and held on.
After the 3,000-meter long-distance race, the teacher came to the stage to greet them. Meng Shengnan staggered when she got up, Qi Qiao quickly supported her and asked, "Are you okay?"
She shook her head.
"It scared me to death." Qi Qiao patted her chest.
Meng Shengnan smiled and walked towards the competition field.
The 29 girls arrived in a while, and everyone was a little nervous, and each of them comforted friendship first. Meng Shengnan glanced over and saw that they were all wearing bright sportswear with beautiful ponytails. It seems that she is the only one with short hair and school pants.
"Yourong, won't your boyfriend come and see?"
The girl smiled, "He said he would come and see."
Meng Shengnan's heart tightened suddenly.
After a few minutes, it's ready to be in place. With a gunshot, she only felt that everyone was like a torrent weighing her down. She runs very, very slowly. In the stands, Qi Qiao shouted heartbreakingly. Meng Shengnan kept running countdown, she half-opened her eyes and looked ahead. Zhao Yourong has always maintained the first place, with a heroic appearance.
My stomach is already aching.
In the hot sun, even breathing was scalding. She kept panting, and the wind was very close to her ears. I could barely keep my eyes open, and the shoes seemed to be filled with lead, and the more I ran, the heavier I ran. There are already girls behind her who have passed her, slowly getting further and further away.
After running about 2,000 meters, many people couldn't run anymore, and Meng Shengnan was still behind.
She was one lap away from Zhao Yourong. In the stands, the shouts continued unabated, and she could still hear Qi Qiao's voice after a long distance. She moved slowly, and already looked like she was leaving.
Running past (1○), she heard someone shouting.
"Chi Zheng, here!"
Sweat was flowing, Meng Shengnan blinked, his eyes hurt, and so did his stomach. She didn't dare to turn her head to look, but just kept her head down and slowly moved forward in a snail-like manner. Someone over there said loudly, "Zhao Yourong has always been number one, not bad."
"Love is powerful." A person beside him echoed.
The radio is reporting the current 3,000-meter race, and she is too far behind. The sound became farther and farther away, indistinct. She didn't hear any more sounds, and kept running forward, running forward.
Later, Qi Qiao said that she seemed to be suddenly bewildered and desperate at that time.
Sweat ran into her eyes, and she thought she could see the wind. Shouts cheering and screaming from all directions, she kept running. Until the finish line, but before he had time to take a breath, he was already powerless and fell down. The moment she closed her eyes, she saw Qi Qiao running towards her.
It seems that he has slept for a long time, but it doesn't look like it.
When she opened her eyes, Qi Qiao was about to cry: "Wake up, wake up."
Only then did she realize that there were only the two of them lying in the school infirmary.
Meng Shengnan twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"Are you still laughing?" Qi Qiao pretended to be angry.
Meng Shengnan pursed his dry lips, "I'm fine."
"I really want to hit you, you don't know your aunt is here?"
Meng Shengnan: "I know."
"Then you still run?"
"Run and run."
"I remember you were in the last few days of the month, why did you come so early this time?"
Meng Shengnan smiled: "It's just a matter of these few days, how can it be so accurate."
Qi Qiao sighed, "But don't worry, it was checked by a female doctor."
Meng Shengnan was a little sunburned.
"At that time, it was enough to run like that, and I had to fight for the first place. Do you think you are so satisfied now?"
She didn't react for a moment.
"What did you just say?"
"Are you satisfied with this?"
"No, the last sentence."
"At that time, it was enough to run, but to fight—"
In the middle of Qi Qiao's words, Meng Shengnan interrupted: "I'm number one?"
"Yes, you forgot?"
Meng Shengnan sat up half propped up, and muttered: "Really?"
"You are like this, am I so careless?"
"Then what?"
"Then, the physical education teacher carried you here."
"Oh, by the way, the one who has been running for the first place since the beginning is - the one you mentioned before - the one named Zhao Yourong?"
In a word, speak intermittently.
"She, I heard that she couldn't run in the end, and she was taken away by her boyfriend, just that Chi Zheng. Just now when your monitor and classmates came to see you, the girl in your class is called Xue Lin, right? She said that at that time It exploded all over the place, and I wish I could be more tolerant."
After Qi Qiao finished speaking, she spread her hands, "That's all I know."
"Oh." Meng Shengnan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought that there might be a glimmer of hope to be noticed by him, even if it was only a tiny bit. But no. I didn't win the prize for the composition, okay next time. So when liking someone, there seems to be no order. If you don't like someone, you don't like it. If you don't care, you don't care. There are not so many twists and turns.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Qi Qiao looked at her watch, "Five o'clock, you slept for more than an hour."
After resting for a while, Qi Qiao drove her home by bicycle. There is still a game going on in the playground, and the shouts are louder and louder. When I got home, the energy had subsided a lot, but my stomach was still aching. Sheng Dian knew the matter and couldn't bear to say more, but still criticized her a few words, and Meng Shengnan accepted it obediently.
As a result, I had a high fever again that night.
For several days in a row, I hired a fake bottle to beat, and the three meals were all liquid food. Even the long-distance running award ceremony was received by the squad leader on her behalf, and she won glory for Wen (4). Meng Shengnan didn't expect this to happen at all, it was a mistake. Qi Qiao wanted to find out who was behind the scenes, but was stopped by Meng Shengnan. Let it go, let's turn it over.
What Qi Qiao often said later became: "There is a kind of spirit called Meng Shengnan."
It's not like I didn't get anything. After a long time, this matter will be brought up by familiar classmates to talk about it.
Xue Lin asked her one day: "How did you win the first place?"
She propped her chin with her palm at the time, thought for a while and said, "I really forgot, I just wanted to finish running quickly."
After the sports meeting, everything is slowly returning to calm, and nothing has changed. Meng Shengnan concentrated on the pile of questions, and Wang Houxiong doubled down on three-year simulations and five-year college entrance examinations one after another. When encountering difficulties, I still go to Fu Song, although his answers are always so philosophical.
One day a few weeks later, she was doing math.
When a parabola meets a function, Meng Shengnan has a headache. Nie Jing happened to be doing that question too, so they asked Fu Song together.
The boy thought for ten minutes before he could solve the answer.
"It's too difficult." Nie Jing said.
Fu Song's voice was flat: "This question is a bit out of line, just understand it."
Meng Shengnan nodded.
Nie Jing asked: "Will there be such questions in the exam?"
Fu Song raised his eyes: "Not ruled out."
"How do you know?" Meng Shengnan asked.
Fu Song smiled faintly, and looked at her: "Goldbach guesses, right?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head.
Fu Song said: "Everything is possible."
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
Xue Lin, who was next to her, stopped writing and interjected: "At the same table, it will be a pity if you don't become a philosopher in the future."
Meng Shengnan laughed.
Fu Song didn't speak any more, and bowed his head to do the question again.
Xue Lin stuck out her tongue at him, then handed the notebook she wrote to Meng Shengnan, "Think about it for me, what's the next sentence?"
Meng Shengnan didn't know what to say, so he took a look.
"What's this?"
"Lyric book."
She couldn't help turning a few pages, which were full of lyrics.
"Remember?"
In 2000, Ren Xianqi's "The End of the World" was in full swing, what a dream of a dream, a dream of a dreamer. I can't dream of being blown away by the past like the wind—the next sentence should be, Meng Shengnan thought for a while and said: "The empty sky can't hold a smile, it's too sad to hurt people."
"It seems to be this sentence?" After finishing speaking, she asked Xue Lin.
"That's right." The girl took the notebook and wrote it down immediately.
It was always like this at that time, and there were a lot of good words and sentences in the lyrics book. Some students took a novel and put it in their desk pockets, never leaving their hands during and after class. At that time, there were various story clubs, and one book was passed around to the whole classroom to read. What’s more, a small hole was dug on the table, and the eyes were fixed on the ghost stories in the book under the hole while pretending to read in class.
Meng Shengnan's life was peaceful.
Sometimes when eating in the cafeteria, I always see that tall and thin figure. She pretended to lower her head, and then looked around after a while. The time passed quickly, and the review was also tense. Various school photocopied test materials, wave after wave of mock exams.
In early June, Qi Qiao celebrated his birthday.
She went to the gift shop to buy gifts and met him and a girl head-on. Suddenly, he was so nervous that he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be picking something. The girl is Zhao Yourong, with a sweet voice, "I like that little bear, you buy it for me."
He snorted: "You are not childish."
"I don't care, I will."
"OK, let's buy it."
The girl snuggled up to him, smiling coquettishly.
Meng Shengnan walked out of the gift shop without looking back. It was sweltering outside, and she wandered the streets alone. Later, she bought a gift and went to Qi Qiao's house. Qi Qiao had just washed her hair and changed into a white knee-length skirt.
"What are you doing in such a beautiful dress?"
Qi Qiao laughed, "Of course it's to seduce people."
"cut."
Qi Qiao showed her a simple hairstyle, "How is it?"
"good."
"What do you mean okay?"
Meng Shengnan smiled, "Anyway, you are beautiful in Song Jiashu's eyes."
"Thank you, sisters, I love to hear that."
"Export."
Qi Qiao only cared about being happy, "By the way, where are the gifts?"
Meng Shengnan took it out of his pocket and gave it to her.
"Why are you so thick-skinned, how can you ask someone for a gift?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't gone out today, I'm shameless without makeup."
"cut."
Qi Qiao smirked: "Hurry up."
Meng Shengnan also smiled, "Hey, sisters, happy birthday."
"Wow, when did you become so girlish?" Qi Qiao took the two sea-blue earrings and smiled: "It's so suitable, it just goes with my dress. Meng Shengnan, when will you give yourself some attention?"
Meng Shengnan shrugged: "I will meet in my lifetime."
"Play the piano to a cow."
That night, Qi Qiao and Song Jiashu went to the movies. In middle school, they all longed to be loved, which was a state of having more than enough family affection but not enough love. Every girl at the age of sixteen or seventeen, after hearing the old stories of princes and princesses, still longs for it, with few exceptions. Later that day, Meng Shengnan went to the Plaza Bookstore alone and stayed there until dark before returning home. Sheng Dian had already prepared dinner and was waiting for her. At that time, the sky was already covered with stars.
At the dinner table, Sheng Dian thought of it and said, "You have a call this afternoon, it's from Nanjing."
Meng Shengnan said 'oh'.
After dinner, on QQ, Meng Shengnan turned on the Walkman and put on the earphones.
Zhou Ningzhi sent a message to ask her how she is doing.
Meng Shengnan said that the college entrance examination on the 7th, everything went well.
Zhou Ningzhi was not online, so she withdrew.
During the two days on the 7th and 8th, they had a few days off for the third year to take the exam room. Meng Shengnan went to her grandmother's house in Hangzhou, and practiced calligraphy with her grandfather for a walk every day. Maybe it's because of poor body immunity, the acclimatization of the first arrival and the stress of studying. After returning from Hangzhou, acne began to appear on my face.
That year was a sophomore in high school, and it was fleeting.
Throughout the summer vacation, Meng Shengnan didn't go out much, and kept drinking Chinese medicine at home to recuperate. Zhou Ningzhi was admitted to Fudan Economics, and Zhang Yiyan was also admitted to Shanghai. They called to make an appointment to play, but Meng Shengnan couldn't find all kinds of reasons to refuse.
Qi Qiao comforted her: "This is called beautiful acne."
Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes.
Qi Qiao said again: "There is a kind of spirit called Meng Shengnan, you always know that, right?"
Only then did Meng Shengnan laugh.