During the whole evening self-study that day, Meng Shengnan was a little out of sorts. I read the English reading three times, but I didn't read the central idea. This state lasted until he went home at night and was discovered by Sheng Dian.
Meng Shengnan was in a daze in his room at that time, and the door of the room was pushed open.
Shengdian walked in, closed the door, and sat by the bed.
"What's the matter tonight?"
"..."
"You've been quite abnormal during this period of time. Is there something wrong in your heart?"
"..."
"Arguing with your classmates?"
She shook her head.
"Then what's the matter, tell me, maybe I can give you a good suggestion."
From childhood to adulthood, Shengdian knew her thoughts almost without guessing. Perhaps because he has been a teacher for more than 20 years, he is very good at exchanging ideas with Meng Shengnan. It is not for nothing that their family has a family meeting once a month.
Meng Shengnan breathed a sigh of relief: "Mom."
"Um."
"I-"
The grand ceremony has a calm demeanor.
"I seem to like a boy." She said slowly.
There was a few seconds of silence in the air.
Sheng Dian asked: "Which one do you like? Is it a good impression or is it only him?"
Meng Shengnan thought for a while and said, "I like it."
"Seeing his heart beat faster?"
"Um."
"nervous?"
"Somewhat."
"Dare to chase?"
Meng Shengnan immediately shook his head.
"Does anyone have a girlfriend?"
"Um."
Hearing this sentence, Sheng Dian smiled slowly.
"You're not kidding me, are you?"
"Somewhat."
Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes.
Sheng Dian moved closer to her and said, "It's normal for you to feel this way at this age, but you can't let it go. Do you understand that many of the feelings at this time will end without a problem, and the good feeling is something that almost every middle school student will have. , so it can’t be too serious.”
"However, sometimes this feeling is very light, and sometimes it is very strong."
Sheng Dian said slowly: "You can talk if you want to, but don't affect your mood and studies."
Meng Shengnan was silent.
Sheng Dian said again: "Let's not talk about whether he has a girlfriend, just one question, does he like your type?"
"It seems not." Li Yan is so good at acting like a baby, she can't learn it.
Sheng Dian breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I can rest assured."
"ah?"
Sheng Dian rubbed her hair, smiled and said, "Ah, what, isn't your first draft short of subject matter? I think this is a good idea?"
"Can it work?"
"Why not?"
That night, there was no substantive result on that topic in the end. However, the words of the grand ceremony awakened the dreamer, and Meng Shengnan began to write this story about him and her with all his strength. Every time I typed a word, maybe I buried a bit of that kind of goodwill that I don't know if I like it or not. In her second year of high school, she was only 16 years old. Sheng Dian said that if he likes you, it doesn't matter if you are an excellent student or a poor student.
She didn't quite get it. Sheng Dian smiled and rubbed her hair, and said: "Your hard work and pride will make many boys afraid to approach and have the heart to drag you down to the mundane world, but in this way they will cherish you even more."
A week after the beginning of winter, the cold wind passes through.
Meng Shengnan was wearing a thick sweater and was doing Huanggang simulation in the classroom. It was difficult to compete with each other. In the study room, the windows around were tightly closed, and even a little wind could not help shivering.
Nie Jing rubbed her hands while doing the question: "Why is it suddenly so cold today?"
Meng Shengnan answered while pondering the question: "It will snow in two days."
"Xiaoxue?"
"Salvity."
"Oh, Meng Shengnan—"
"Um?"
Nie Jing approached: "You write beautifully."
Meng Shengnan glanced at her and smiled.
Nie Jing showed her face, "Have you practiced?"
Meng Shengnan: "For a while."
"No wonder."
After class, three women and one man chat at the front and back tables. Of course, Fu Song basically just listens, and occasionally expresses his opinions. Compared to him, Nie Jing was active, and her whole person was in high spirits.
Meng Shengnan was listening, and someone knocked on the next window.
"Come out." Qi Qiao shouted.
Meng Shengnan went out and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qi Qiao said with a bitter face: "I remember that you passed 123 in the Chinese test last time, right?"
"Um."
"Lend it to me quickly."
"It's been two weeks, what do you want it for?"
"Who knows why the Chinese teacher is going crazy, saying that he wants to talk about reading composition or something. Get me a talented girl."
Meng Shengnan pouted, "Wait."
After Qi Qiao got the test paper and left, Meng Shengnan returned to her seat. Xue Lin and Nie Jing were chatting happily, and the topic turned out to be Song Jiashu. Meng Shengnan pricked up his ears and listened to a few words, then shook his head and smiled without saying a word.
Nie Jing pulled her back and asked.
"I heard that Song Jiashu had a hard time chasing Qi Qiao back then, is that true?"
"They are so blatant in their relationship, does the family know
Meng Shengnan didn't know how to ask two questions in succession. Fu Song spoke at this time: "According to scientific research, people spend almost half of their life worrying about other people's affairs. Use your own three views to judge, and this kind of judgment is often called eating melons before you use your brain." mass consciousness."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Xue Lin: "..."
Nie Jing was still dumbfounded: "What three views?"
"World outlook, outlook on life, values."
After a second, the topic disappeared.
Meng Shengnan looked down at the book, the corners of his mouth turned up. Seriously, Fu Song is quite interesting. The taste of philosophy is so strong one by one, and it feels a bit like a poor scholar, drawing swords and helping each other is enough for friends.
In those few days, Meng Shengnan stayed up at two or three o'clock every night, and occasionally missed class.
Once Fu Song caught her running away again.
"I called you several times, you know?"
"-do what?"
"You're not concentrating."
"..."
Meng Shengnan was thinking about the plot of the story, and asked him without thinking: "If you like a boy, will you take the initiative to confess to him?"
The person being asked was stunned for several seconds.
"Why don't you talk?" Meng Shengnan realized later.
Fu Song watched her for a long time.
"philosophy-"
The boy interrupted her: "Who do you like?"
Meng Shengnan's head buzzed, and he hesitated to explain: "That—no, I—"
Fu Song just looked at her and didn't speak.
Meng Shengnan sighed, thought for a while and said, "I recently wrote a post-reading review. I'm not sure about some ideas, so I'll ask you."
After a while.
Fu Song asked: "So this is why you haven't made progress in your studies during this period of time?"
"Who can't make progress in study?"
"Want a theory?"
Meng Shengnan pouted.
Fu Song suddenly smiled: "I won't confess."
"Why?"
"The time has not come."
Meng Shengnan didn't figure out what he meant, and heard him call his name again.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't like boys."
Meng Shengnan almost laughed and sprayed.
So, under the pressure of all kinds of wild horses rushing to spy on the military situation, Meng Shengnan finally finished writing the manuscript about him and his secret love at 2 o'clock in the morning on November 20th.
Just after typing the last word, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Sheng Dian walked in wearing a coat, and Meng Shengnan was startled.
"Mom, are you still awake?"
"Finished?" Sheng Dian nodded towards the desktop computer.
"It's over."
Sheng Dian sat by the bed: "Is the feeling still there?"
Meng Shengnan thought for a while: "Yes."
In the past few days, she often deliberately went to the science building to find Qi Qiao, and secretly took a look at what he was doing. Almost several times, he and a group of boys gathered in the corner of the back door of the classroom, smoking and chatting freely.
"How much do you like it now?"
"have no idea."
Sheng Dian reached out and stroked the soft hair on the side of her ears, and said, "Forget it, take your time."
"Mom, you don't object to my puppy love?"
Sheng Dian laughed: "Are you in puppy love? Unrequited love is more or less the same."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Sheng Dian: "But the person who can make my daughter like it is not far behind."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
He smoked and played truant with his girlfriend in broad daylight and played sex in Internet cafes and spent nights in KTV as the head of the house—Meng Shengnan took a breath and dared not say anything.
Sheng Dian smiled again: "I think back when mom was young, your grandfather told me that he was a major doctor, but I just fell in love with your dad. He was a demobilized soldier at that time, and he didn't have money to work and didn't spend all day life, but mom likes him, the facts prove that mom's vision is not bad, right?"
Meng Shengnan nodded and smiled, "Will Dad be a mess?"
"Extremely messy."
Meng Shengnan laughed even harder.
Sheng Dian's eyebrows are full of memories of his youth: "But at that time, your father was afraid that I would look down on him, and there would be no news after meeting me. At that time, I was so anxious that I rode a bicycle alone and ran to his house At that time, he was sitting at the door smoking a cigarette, and saw that I was so stupid that the cigarette fell on the floor."
"Then what?"
"I didn't give him a good face either, so Pi Tou asked you if you like it or not, and I gave you a quick word."
"Wow-"
Sheng Li's voice was gentle: "Then we are together."
"Mom, I didn't expect you to be so powerful."
Sheng Dian rubbed her hair: "A lot of things are not as difficult as you think. There is nothing to be shy about chasing after the time comes. But there is one thing, you have to make yourself better to have the confidence, you know?"
Meng Shengnan seemed to understand but not understand.
Sheng Dian did not continue this topic, smiled, and said: "Don't stay up late in the future, it will be bad for your eyes and health. Writing stories is one thing, but if you hurt your body, I will be angry. Back then, Lu Yao wrote about the ordinary world. , that’s right, he became famous, but how long did he live, he died in his early forties, it’s caused by staying up late every day, you know?”
Meng Shengnan nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Mom."
Sheng Dian rubbed her head and stood up: "That's enough, let's go to bed early."
That night, I finally had a good dream. When I woke up the next day, the sun shone into the bed at eight or nine on Saturday morning. Meng Shengnan lazily turned over, stared in a daze for a while, and then got up from the bed. The tape in the repeater on the table was spinning, and Gu Juji was singing "Be a cat, a dog, not a lover" in Love and Sincerity.
Under the soft silver light at noon, she carefully and neatly copied the text on the desktop on white paper and put it in a stationery bag together with the registration form, then ran out to the post office on the corner of the street to send a registered letter.
The weather was really nice that day.
The aunt at the post office asked her to fill out the form. Meng Shengnan lowered her head and wrote the address: Germination Magazine, No. 675, Julu Road, Jing'an District, Shanghai. She smiled and seriously wrote the zip code 200040 on the bottom right.
My ears were too sensitive that day.
Someone came in to buy postcards, and the voice sounded very like him. The aunt asked which one to buy, and he said whatever. Then he took the sheet, and leaned slightly to take the pen from the box next to Meng Shengnan. She didn't dare to raise her head, she had already froze, her heart beating uncontrollably.
The distance is very close, and the smell of cigarettes on him.
Meng Shengnan pretended to be checking the address and zip code, while the person beside him wrote a few words and stood up to leave. She immediately turned her head to look for the figure, only to see the boy slowly throwing the postcard into the mailbox on his chest, and then walked away with one hand in his pocket.
She glanced at the name on the postcard from the corner of her eye.
It says:
Lu Sibei accepted.
After posting the letter, she walked back absent-mindedly, watching the figure on the street as she walked, and never saw that figure again until she got home. In the afternoon under the sun, Meng Shengnan took a small bench and sat in the yard listening to the grand ceremony and chatting about gossip. Speaking of something interesting, Sheng Dian stopped knitting his sweater and laughed, "I heard from your aunt that Kang Ti will be back at the end of the year."
Meng Shengnan said 'oh', "I heard that he seems to have a girlfriend."
Sheng Dian was stunned: "Who said that?"
"Aunt Li Wan's family said it."
"Is it-"
Meng Shengnan took advantage of her mother's daze and ran upstairs to close the door. Every time the grand ceremony was held, she would have a headache. All the parents in their alley were looking forward to telling Kang Qian their daughters, that's right. Li Wan was only nine years old at that time, and her lawyer mother had already started to propose baby kisses to Kang Ti. It seems that the influence of top students of Peking University School of Medicine is really extraordinary. After reading, Meng Shengnan described him as a man in Yi Shu's works, gentle and unassuming.
It was getting dark, and the penguin in the lower right corner of the computer suddenly beeped.
Meng Shengnan put down the repeater he was fiddling with to read the news, and it turned out to be Zhou Ningzhi.
The boy asked: Where are you
Meng Shengnan: Yes.
The other side said: Today is the 21st.
Meng Shengnan knew what he was going to ask, so he sent a smiling face, and replied: "I just sent it at noon."
Zhou Ningzhi: I just returned to Nanjing yesterday.
Meng Shengnan: Then you can't review my manuscript, my God.
Zhou Ningzhi: What did Jiang Jin say
Meng Shengnan made a hissing emoji, Jiang Langcai did his best not to mess with it.
Zhou Ningzhi smiled at the computer, and replied: type
Meng Shengnan's thoughts wandered for a moment and he thought of that boy, and replied, "Old-fashioned little words."
At that moment, the wind was blowing against the glass, and the shallow knocking sound spread throughout the room. Meng Shengnan turned his head to the darkness of the night, as if he saw the boy in the school uniform slung over his shoulders far away in the sky leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette with his head bowed.
On the desktop, the Penguin rang again.
Zhou Ningzhi asked what it was called.
"Deep Sea Boy." Meng Shengnan replied.