Meng Shengnan felt his heart beating for the first time.
His hair was messed up, he looked like he hadn't woken up, and he didn't even say the words 'help me' lazy. Because she lowered her head, she could see his frowning clearly through the light in the classroom, and she was a little impatient. But he didn't speak again, just asked with his eyes.
Meng Shengnan nodded slowly in those eyes.
The two entered the classroom, one on the left and the other on the right, holding one side of the trash can. Turning around when they parted, she saw him walking towards the girl in the second-to-last row, who had already prepared an empty seat next to her, smiling all over her face. There was a sudden commotion in the classroom, the math teacher suddenly coughed a few times, and then became quiet again.
Just as Meng Shengnan sat down, Nie Jing lowered her head and lowered her voice.
"Do you know that boy just now?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head.
Nie Jing glanced at Meng Shengnan several times, then lowered her head again. After a while, the math teacher started to ask questions after the lecture, and half of the evening self-study gradually passed. There was some restlessness in the classroom. The teacher just stopped talking about the last question, and his eyes were a little serious.
"The student—"
He raised his finger and pointed backwards, and almost everyone turned their heads.
The girl sat very close to the boy, holding the boy's arm with one hand, and whispered to the boy with her head tilted. The boy leaned lazily on the back table, carelessly. The right hand was laid leisurely and flat on the table, the index finger was curled up, and lightly pressed against the table. Hearing the teacher's voice, the girl immediately sat upright and lowered her head. The boy seemed unresponsive, without even raising his eyelids.
"Just say you, stand up."
The girl raised her head slightly, and lightly bumped the boy with her arm. Then the boy slowly raised his eyes and glanced forward, then stood up slowly, fooling around. Meng Shengnan looked back when he stood up, and it was the first time he turned his head since entering the classroom.
"Tell me what to do next?"
"I don't know." The voice was also lazy.
"Can you say that again?"
He casually laughed, "Teacher, I really don't know."
It was the first time seeing Meng Shengnan like that.
Nie Jing leaned close to her and said in a low voice, "He's my classmate in Grade One (10) Class, and the teacher can't control him."
"What's your name?" The teacher's voice suppressed anger.
The boys didn't even bother to open their mouths this time. It is probably the first time for a male teacher in his fifties to see such an asshole student. He is simply an ignorant hooligan who is so angry that he can't even hold his chest. ups and downs.
"Squad leader stand up." The teacher snapped, "What's his name?"
"Teacher, he is not in our class."
"no?"
"Hmm." The squad leader said with affirmation, pushing his glasses.
The teacher looked back at the boy again, "Which class are you in?"
The boy just stood there with his hands in his pockets and didn't answer.
"May I ask you, which class are you in?"
The girl next to him couldn't sit still, and slowly stood up, with a delicate voice: "Teacher—"
"What do you want to say?"
"He is my classmate, come and find me."
"Does the classroom let outsiders in casually?"
"I'm sorry, teacher, I won't do it next time."
"Then why don't you go out?"
As soon as the teacher said the word 'no', the boy left his seat and walked out like a gentleman, and he disappeared within a few seconds. Meng Shengnan had been dumbfounded for a long time, and Xue Lin exaggeratedly said 'wow'. The turmoil of the evening self-study did not dissipate with the angry departure of the math teacher, but worsened. The topic level continued to increase until after school, and the girls in the back row were noisy.
"Li Yan, your boyfriend is so handsome."
"He is Chi Zheng, it was really eye-opening just now."
"..."
Meng Shengnan packed her schoolbag and left.
Xue Lin sighed: "If I have such a manly boyfriend, I will have no regrets in this life." After finishing speaking, she sighed vigorously again, and suddenly changed the voice: "Meng Shengnan, why are you so active tonight?"
Meng Shengnan stopped walking: "Well, what's wrong?"
"Why are you so calm?"
"What?"
"Chi Zheng."
"who?"
"My God, don't you know?"
Meng Shengnan really didn't know he was Chi Zheng. I vaguely recalled that there were several times when the school raised the flag to report criticism, and there was indeed one person whose number of notifications was higher than the winning rate.
"Why are you so excited?" Meng Shengnan asked her.
Xue Lin smiled embarrassedly: "Who doesn't like good-looking and cool boys?"
"He has a girlfriend."
Xue Lin laughed again, and said in a low voice, "He hasn't had a girlfriend for more than three months at most, just watch it if you don't believe me."
Nie Jing interrupted: "Is it related to you?"
Xue Lin: "..."
Meng Shengnan was not interested in these topics, so he hurried home again. When he left the classroom, he looked back at Li Yan surrounded by a group of girls. The girl smiled sweetly and blushed. That's right, who wouldn't like such a good-looking and cool boy.
As for three months—
On the central street filled with amans-colored lights, she pushed the bicycle with the chain off and walked back. Nights like this are always very common, and there will be many boys and girls passing by, and you will smile and I will smile.
That's what youth should be like.
There was another wave of laughter and cursing from far to near. Before Meng Shengnan took the next step, he froze. There was the voice of a girl acting like a baby, and the boy smiled softly. Then a group of boys booed.
"Chi Zheng, look at them!"
The boy carried the girl and smiled: "They are like that, you don't know."
"Hmph." The girl sat in the back seat and tilted her head to one side, pretending to be angry.
"Farewell, Li Yan." A boy joked.
A group of boys started laughing again, and one of them yelled directly: "Chi Zheng, I heard that you are quite popular in Li Yan's class tonight, let me tell you about Lele!"
"That's right, be lenient when confessing and be strict when resisting."
"Li Yan isn't shy, is he?"
The girl lowered her head, hugged the boy's waist tightly and did not speak.
The boy being hugged raised his voice and smiled slightly: "It's almost done."
At that time, Meng Shengnan was passing the intersection. That group of people, including the boy who was arguing with the teacher in her class an hour ago, all passed by her on bicycles, youthful like the wind. She is like the circle after circle of stepped small pots of golden chrysanthemums placed in the center of the cross. She has long lost her original flavor and is lonely in this night.
It's also like the banquet of the present song, and the pulsatilla enters the juvenile field.
The poem written by Bai Juyi more than a thousand years ago did not exactly respond to the scene tonight. The boy was driving the girl on the central street after the evening self-study, and she accidentally bumped into it. That day was the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, which was the Double Ninth Festival.
After some distance, I heard someone shouting from a long distance: "Hey, I said that next month's World of Warcraft competition...?"
The street gradually became deserted.
When he got home, Meng Shengnan was very strange, always feeling suffocated and unable to get out.
On QQ, Jiang Lang only sent a message: What are you doing, Xiaomeng
Meng Shengnan: Nothing.
Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted: I chatted with Zhou Ningzhi two days ago, guess what this bastard did
Meng Shengnan: I don't know.
Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted: I'm going to review the manuscript on 675! ! !
Meng Shengnan: Huh
Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted: Are you frightened? ? ? He has won the first prize of the new concept for three times, and the judges are closer to him than his son, and specially asked him to help review the manuscripts. Hehe, but this is a good thing, we can go through the back door hahaha...
At this time, Meng Shengnan seemed to be a little sober.
Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted: how much have you written now
Meng Shengnan: ○ words.
Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted: Damn, are you serious
Meng Shengnan: Really.
Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted: good boy, touch your head.
The two chatted for a while, Jiang Lang was exhausted and encouraged her not to rush to write, this thing is not inspired, so find some inspiration yourself. Before going to bed, Meng Shengnan turned off the computer and lay down on the bed, confused, and didn't know when he fell asleep.
I am still looking for inspiration day by day, and the days are passing slowly day by day.
In the blink of an eye, it was early November.
The mock exam mentioned by the class teacher Lao Shi came soon.
The previous afternoon, Meng Shengnan was reviewing Chinese, silently reciting Tan Sitong's "I laugh at the sky from the horizontal knife, and go to Kunlun to keep my heart and soul". Xue Lin leaned over and asked, "Will you be able to take this test in dictation?"
"have no idea."
"Why am I a little nervous now, Meng Shengnan?"
"Are you nervous?"
"ah."
Before Meng Shengnan could speak, Fu Song said lightly: "Biologically, nervousness is caused by the delay of the secretion system, which causes the nervous system to fail to supply information in time. To put it simply, it is," he paused for a second, and said: "You don't have anything in your head."
Xue Lin: "..."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
The exam is arranged according to the ranking of the class at the beginning of the semester. In the last class of the day, Lao Shi came over and took a stack of admission tickets for the school committee to distribute. Nie Jing looked at her examination room: "Where are you?"
Meng Shengnan said, "The ninth examination room."
Nie Jing said 'oh', "I'm in fourteenth, hey, which class is ninth?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head. Nie Jing turned around and asked that Fu Song was at the same table as her. Fu Song must be the first exam room, and he was at the same exam room as Nie Jing. Nie Jing got excited and asked about the seat number.
The classroom is not quiet, those who read books read and those who chat.
After the third period, school was over, and Qi Qiao came over to find the examination room with her. The girl chattered non-stop, saying that Song Jiashu had promised her to go to Wuzhen together after the exam, and then asked her, "How is your preparation for the preliminary competition?"
Meng Shengnan didn't know how many times he answered—no idea, zero words, no inspiration.
Qi Qiao knocked on her head.
"Why don't you go to Wuzhen with us, anyway, we'll be there in less than an hour."
Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: "What am I going to do, be a light bulb?"
"all right."
"Get out of here."
Qi Qiao laughed, suddenly 'huh? ' said, "Isn't that your examination room?"
They had already walked to the downstairs of the science department, and students were all around looking for the examination room. Meng Shengnan looked up and was momentarily stunned. On the big sign hanging on the wall outside the classroom door, the black lettering (1○) clanged loudly. She shifted her gaze to the door, where there was a large white paper pasted on it, which read—Ninth Examination Room.
She exhaled slowly.
Qi Qiao said: "My exam room is in our class. You can leave with me when you finish the political history exam the day after tomorrow."
"knew."
When he got home, Sheng Dian had just come out of the back room, still wearing an apron.
"Come back so early?"
"Well, the exam tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
"Put down your schoolbag, and your Aunt Kang just called over, so go and have a look."
"what?"
The yard of Aunt Kang’s house next door is full of boxes the size of Yinqiao yogurt, and the fruits and vegetables are kept separately. Aunt Kang gave a box to all the acquaintances in the alley. When Meng Shengnan passed by, Aunt Kang was already busy and sweating profusely.
"Sheng Nan, come and take this box to your house."
"Aunt Kang, what's all this?"
"Your Kang's brother sent it back, and all 22 people can do these things."
"Sent it back from school?"
"Isn't that right? You said that Beijing is so far away from Jiangcheng, and the postage is so far away!"
Meng Shengnan was filled with emotions, and returned home after greeting Aunt Kang with a box of vegetables. Sheng Dian was busy in the kitchen, and when he saw Meng Shengnan coming in with a large box, he was startled, "What is this?"
"Kang Qian sent it back from school."
Sheng Cian took a look, "Hey, how does this kid send vegetables?"
"More than that, there are about twenty boxes in a room."
Sheng Dian was surprised: "Sent back from Beijing?"
Meng Shengnan put the box on the kitchen floor, washed his hands in the vegetable sink, and said 'um'. Hearing Sheng Dian say: "Kang Chi is sensible, maybe five or six years older than you. He went to Peking University to be a doctor at the age of seventeen. I don't know if he has a girlfriend."
After Meng Shengnan washed his hands, he quickly slipped out while Sheng Ceremony was still thinking about it.
Although it was the beginning of November at that time, it was not too cold before the winter solstice. Meng Shengnan got up early the next day and put on a sweater. I reviewed the Chinese at home and memorized the vocabulary for a while, because it was an eight o'clock exam, so she went late.
When I entered the science (10) class, I was a little nervous. The invigilator was already in the classroom, and she looked down for a seat—No. 19. Going backward from the first group of aisles, the S-shaped arrangement is the position next to the window in the last row of the first group.
The preparatory bell rang, and the invigilator had already opened the test paper and took a look at it.
"No books are allowed in the drawer. Once found, it will be treated as cheating." The voice was serious.
At that time, the students in each class would clean up before the exam, and it should be very clean. Meng Shengnan didn't care, and casually glanced at the drawer.
Whoo—
It was a mess, a pile of messy books, with school uniform stuffed inside.
The teacher had already started distributing the test papers, so she hurriedly started to pack them up and walked to the special place for schoolbags next to the podium. The book was so heavy, and the school uniform smelled like smoke, Meng Shengnan struggled to hold it. After finally stacking them up, when they were about to turn around, the school uniform slipped off the pile of books. Meng Shengnan glanced at the teacher, and quickly lowered his head to pick it up. An ID card fell out of his clothes.
On January 1, 1987, Chi Zheng.
Meng Shengnan took a deep breath and shifted his gaze to the boy's photo. It seems that this photo has been taken for some time, and it seems to be a little different from the usual lazy one. This person above looks very energetic, like a sunny boy full of vigor, with piercing eyes. The hair is extremely short and a little immature.
She didn't have time to think about it, she stuffed the documents back, and stuffed the clothes into the bottom of the stack of books, making sure it wouldn't fall off before returning to her seat—no, it should be his seat.
The Chinese exam took two and a half hours, and Meng Shengnan had ten minutes left to finish writing the composition, lying there thinking wildly. But I didn't think about anything, just a little bit of literature and art-for example, fate is really wonderful. This idea continued until the English test in the afternoon was verified again. At that time, Meng Shengnan was painting the answer sheet.
There are still ten minutes until the end of the exam time.
She answered slowly, and when she painted the 60th E, her stomach started to hurt. I didn't notice it at first, but it hurt more and more. After finally painting, she was already lying on the table in pain, covering her stomach with one hand and sweating. The invigilator came to collect the test papers and didn't realize anything. He just thought that the student was resting after finishing the test papers and checked the number of people. Soon, the students in the classroom left intermittently.
The entire classroom was empty.
Meng Shengnan lay there weakly, wanting to wait for this energy to pass. Because the whole head is tilted in the elbow, the table is very close, so close that you can smell the faint smell of tobacco, not strong, and the masculine smell left in the school uniform.
She was concentrating on her thoughts, and then a low hoarse and inattentive voice came from her ear.
"classmate."