During the seven-day National Day holiday, Meng Shengnan stayed at home except for two hours of guitar lessons the next day. After writing and deleting the manuscript, Shen Congwen read Luyao's novels one by one. Qi Qiao didn't know where to go crazy with Song Jiashu for a long time.
Early in the morning, Sheng Dian sat in the living room and watched the Republic of China drama.
Meng Shengnan slipped out of the kitchen with a cucumber in his mouth, and swept around.
"Mom, why did Dad go?"
The grand ceremony didn't take its eyes off the TV screen: "Kang's family is playing mahjong."
"so comfortable."
Sheng Dian: "Are you uncomfortable?"
"Yeah." Meng Shengnan chewed on a cucumber and said, "The manuscript will be handed in in just over a month, and I'm the first and the first two."
Sheng Dian raised his head and said, "What kind of inspiration can you get if you stay at home all the time and don't go out to play. You must know that experience is the most precious wealth in writing. You don't even understand the truth of reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles?"
Meng Shengnan frowned: "I understand, but I'm at a dead end now."
Sheng Dian turned down the sound of the TV and said: "Then think about it in a simple way. You can write about people or things around you. It doesn't have to be extravagant. A good work has resonance and can touch people."
"mom."
"What are you doing?"
"Is that how you teach your students to write essays?" Meng Shengnan asked.
Sheng Dian glanced at her, "One word."
"What?"
"real."
Meng Shengnan thought about the word 'true' for the grand ceremony and went out for a walk in the street to find material. I have to say that she was still a little moved by what Sheng Dian's mother said just now. After all, Sheng Dian, who has taught elementary school Chinese for 20 years, has eaten more salt than the road she has walked.
However, it is better to go back and write a manuscript than go shopping alone.
Meng Shengnan strolled around the street, went to the Xinhua Bookstore in the First Square to buy some books, and just after paying the money and leaving, he ran into an acquaintance.
"Meng Shengnan?"
She glanced at the boy: "Are you here to buy books too?"
Fu Song nodded: "What did you buy?"
Meng Shengnan handed the book to him, Fu Song took it and glanced at the cover: "Do you like foreign literature?"
"It's okay, many of them can't read."
Fu Song: "Then you still buy it?"
Meng Shengnan smiled: "I like collecting books, and you can see how beautiful the cover is."
Fu Song: "Assuming that a person spends 13 years working until the age of 60, and the remaining time after sleeping and eating is 17 years, then you really don't need to waste time reading these incomprehensible books .”
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"Need I say that again?"
Meng Shengnan pursed his lips and cleared his throat: "Philosophy Mouse, do you have any hobbies?"
"female."
"What?" Meng Shengnan didn't hear clearly.
The corner of Fu Song's mouth moved slightly: "I like girls."
Meng Shengnan: "Well, I won't bother you with your reading, see you at school." As soon as she said that, she hurriedly fled, and she walked slowly, this person was dead.
Fu Song at the door of the bookstore walked in with a smile.
The day before the leave, Qi Qiao came to play with her. At that time, Meng Shengnan was leaning on the bed and reading Madame Bovary, an obscure foreign masterpiece that Philosophy Mouse criticized as a waste of time. Downstairs, Qi Qiao yelled at the top of her voice, her voice came before anyone else.
Qi Qiao opened the door and entered her bedroom, covering her mouth exaggeratedly when she saw her.
Meng Shengnan put down his book and looked up.
Qi Qiao squeezed her throat and pretended to have a strange voice.
"Aunt Sheng said that you haven't gone out all this time, isn't it moldy?"
"Close the door and go out and turn back into a human before talking."
Meng Shengnan lowered his head, turned a page of the book, and said seriously.
Qi Qiaozhen closed the door, opened it a second later, and lay down on the bed in big characters, crying.
"It's over, it's over, Meng Shengnan is crazy."
Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: "It's a blessing that you can still think of me."
Qi Qiao chuckled, got up in an instant, kicked off her shoes and moved to Meng Shengnan's side, flatteringly said, "I'm here, Nan Nan."
"Hiss—" Meng Shengnan pushed Qi Qiao half an inch away: "I'm getting goosebumps."
Qi Qiao sat down and started laughing silly again.
Meng Shengnan felt something was wrong and asked, "Why are you always laughing?"
Qi Qiao licked her lips: "—you guess first."
Meng Shengnan: "What did Song Jiashu do to you?"
Qi Qiao was shocked for a moment: "How do you know?"
Meng Shengnan was really tired: "Don't say I'm your best friend when you go out in the future, it's too embarrassing."
Qi Qiao said coyly and hesitantly: "That—he—kissed me."
The last three words were said very quickly.
Meng Shengnan was speechless for a while: "You can't be so happy, are you?"
"He even touched me."
Meng Shengnan was silent for several seconds before asking, "Where did you touch?"
Qi Qiao didn't look at her, and said, "That's right, the place that should be touched."
Meng Shengnan really didn't know what to say, Qi Qiao's face suddenly changed, and she hurriedly asked her: "Do you think I will be pregnant?"
"ah?"
"It's just having a baby."
"Probably—no way."
"No, no, please go online and check it for me."
At that time, I really didn't understand anything. At an unscrupulous age, I thought that a kiss would give birth to a child. What's more interesting is that when she was seven or eight years old, there were costume dramas on TV every day, Qi Qiao came to play with her whenever she had nothing to do, and put her bed sheet on her body with her arms akimbo: "Don't you kneel down for this princess? "
Meng Shengnan almost laughed.
Between laughter and laughter, the holiday is over. That night Meng Shengnan had a particularly long dream, and when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything and was sweating all over. She glanced at the alarm clock with the dizzy sky outside, and her heart went dark.
Ruined.
At a speed of seconds, she quickly got up from the bed, dressed and washed in a few minutes. Shengdian Meng Jin was still asleep, Meng Shengnan quietly pushed the bicycle out, and then quickly rode the bicycle out of the alley. There were almost no one on the street, and Meng Shengnan didn't realize the reason at the time. It wasn't until I reached the carport that I saw the closed big iron gate of my uncle's house before I realized it—I immediately looked down at my watch with the light on the side of the curb, it was only half past five.
Oh My God.
She had no choice but to push the bicycle aside and sit on the steps and wait.
The sky was too gray to see clearly.
It was past five o'clock in the morning, and it was the time when the cold was threatening. Meng Shengnan was wearing a sweater with a thin school uniform on top. With the wind blowing in from outside, she couldn't help shaking, clasped her arms with her hands, rested her chin on her knees, and waited for the carport to open at six o'clock.
She wants to be bedded.
In the distance, a group of boys laughed and cursed indistinctly.
"Hey, let me tell you, the internet speed here is much faster than Tianming's."
"—No, no, no, I fought monsters all night last night, and I have to go to school to catch up on sleep."
"..."
They talked without saying a word, four or five of them. They shrunk their necks back and forth, each with a cigarette in their mouths, like uncles. One of the boys asked, "What day is it today?"
"Saturday?"
"Go away, raise the flag today!"
"Fuck!"
"I didn't bring my school uniform."
She touched her clothes and felt that the wind was getting colder.
"Cowardly?"
A boy snorted with a smile and spoke in contempt.
The voice made Meng Shengnan stiff.
The despised boy sighed: "Master Chi is still calm."
"It's a big deal that you will be punished to stand, as for you." Another boy said.
Early in the morning, there were only a few of them on the street, occupying half of the street, and walked casually. One by one, they went to the Internet cafe all night and rushed out at five or six o'clock, wandering around the school.
After a while, I saw them turning to the school road, but there was no one there.
After finally waiting for the carport to open, Meng Shengnan put away his bicycle and walked to school. As I walked, I thought that she was on duty today and didn't need to raise the national flag. There are a few cleaning classmates in the classroom who are busy with her. During the half hour of the flag raising, she wiped the blackboard and wiped the table, and helped fetch water. She was already sweating profusely after finishing the work. At that time, the flag raising was over, and there were already students coming up and down in the corridors of the teaching building.
Meng Shengnan rested for a few minutes, and waited for the flow of people to be less tense, before carrying the trash can out of the classroom.
The garbage was piled behind the small playground, and she walked back after emptying it.
On the road, there are early-reading students everywhere. Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and passed through the hall on the first floor of the science department. The morning wind was still quite cold. She lowered her head just as she stepped down the steps, but she shrank her neck subconsciously, and a scene came into her sight, and she almost didn't fall.
There was a row of boys standing at the door of the classroom next to the hall, none of them wearing school uniforms.
The first one is him.
Leaning against the wall in a dawdly way, listlessly.
Seeing that he can't wake up, can the Internet cafe not be tired all night? Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and walked forward, not knowing why, she looked back at the class again: Li (1○).
It's also very strange, why do we keep seeing each other.
The second period in the morning was English class. She was called up by Lao Shi to answer questions, and there were still two of them. After class, Xue Lin asked her with a smile: "Meng Shengnan, how do you learn English so well?"
Meng Shengnan was embarrassed: "It's okay."
"Stop being humble. The teacher appointed you as the representative of the English class. There must be her good intentions."
Meng Shengnan sighed: "She asked me to answer the questions with good intentions."
At that time, in class, Lao Shi always liked to ask people to answer questions. What I like to ask most is: "Who is the student on duty today?" or "Stand up at the same table."
Listen to her sigh.
Xue Lin laughed all of a sudden, "Yes, yes, I have to hold my head up when you are called up."
Several people laughed.
After a while, Nie Jing said: "You are on duty today, and I will take out the trash for you tonight."
Meng Shengnan: "It's okay."
Nie Jing smiled and looked at Fu Song: "Why don't you talk?"
Fu Song lowered his head and was writing.
Xue Lin: "He learns that he doesn't recognize his relatives, let's talk."
Nie Jing said a few words without interest and then turned back. Meng Shengnan glanced at Fu Song, smiled and said nothing.
Go home from school at noon.
Sheng Li had already prepared the meal and asked, "Why did you leave so early in the morning?"
Meng Shengnan said while eating: "The time is wrong."
Sheng Dian shook his head: "Your temperament is really worrying."
Meng Shengnan nodded again and again: "Yes, it's cold."
Grand Ceremony: "You deserve it, don't have a long memory."
"Is it my mother?"
"I picked it up in a ditch."
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut', "Why hasn't my dad come back yet?"
"There is something wrong in the bureau."
"oh."
After eating, Meng Shengnan went to school after a brief rest. At that time, the temperature difference between morning and evening was relatively large, and it was very hot at noon. When he arrived in the classroom, Fu Song was reading a book. Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw her holding the school uniform coat in his arms, and then smiled: "Actually, you look good without the school uniform."
Meng Shengnan put down her schoolbag: "I thought you wouldn't even praise people."
Fu Song said 'hmm' very seriously, "It's okay."
"cut."
Fu Song laughed.
The days before Wednesday always feel very slow, and after Thursday, it feels like a blink of an eye. Meng Shengnan's day's duty was coming to an end, and she still had steamed buns brought by Xue Lin for dinner. During the break before evening self-study, Fu Song helped her clean the blackboard, and everything was done.
When Xue Lin came back, she glanced at the classroom with few people, and asked, "Where's Fu Song?"
Meng Shengnan said, "I went to fetch water."
Xue Lin said 'Oh', "Where is Nie Jing, didn't she take out the trash with you?"
Meng Shengnan smiled and said, "I don't know, she should have endorsed it."
"I'll go with you."
"No, it's very light."
After speaking, he took the trash can and went downstairs.
At that time, the preparatory bell for evening self-study had just rang, and Meng Shengnan was walking slowly on the small playground with the reputation of taking out garbage. In the distance, a boy was still playing basketball, and when he heard the bell, he ran back to the classroom in a hurry.
It was already dark.
She dawdled outside for a while, and then came back stepping on the bell.
It was somewhat tiring to carry the trash can up to the fifth floor. She went up the stairs slowly, and the whole teaching building was very quiet, with no sound. Meng Shengnan managed to get up to the fifth floor, turned a corner, and looked in from the window. The math teacher was sitting at the podium and lowered her head to file for the record. She was about to sneak in through the back door when she felt that the trash can was being grabbed, and Meng Shengnan slowly turned her head. .
"Do me a favor."
The boy's face was very pale, his eyes were dark, and his voice was very low. Because he was so close, Meng Shengnan could smell the smoke all over his body. At this moment, he was holding the other side of the trash can with one hand, just looking up at her.