The weather is getting hotter. The next morning, squirming like a slug under the covers, I was woken up by a phone call.
I yawned and brought the phone over. When I saw the name of the caller flashing on it, I lost sleep in fright. I shook my head and said energetically, "Hey, Teacher Liao, good morning."
"Hao Pianpian, remember to come to celebrate our school's 100th anniversary on August 3rd."
Teacher Liao is the head teacher of our high school, who teaches mathematics and is a national model teacher. We are the last class of students she took care of, so today, four years after graduating from high school, the whole class should remember the memory of her confiscating seven mobile phones and smashing eight mobile phones in front of the podium.
I used to really like to participate in this kind of group activities, but recently I am too lazy, I want to turn it down, but I can't refuse directly, so I can only say: "Wow, thank you, Mr. Liao, for calling us one by one. I may not be in Shanghai next month. I'll try to come."
"I don't have so much free time to call everyone, so I will notify you specially. You can't come as much as possible, you must come."
I really convinced Lao Liao. She devoted half of her youth to our alma mater. Now she is not sitting on a chair and waiting for money, eating out social security, and still worrying about whether a student will come to the school celebration.
Before I could figure out how to make an excuse, she added, "The principal specifically asked me to call you. The award-winning painting of your high school national competition became the background wall of the anniversary celebration, and the school even built a painter for you." Display area. So, you have to come."
Looking through the calendar, August 3rd is a Saturday, and Wanjie's activities at night are a battle under heaven. I secretly compared which is more important, the centennial celebration of high school or games, and finally decided that the fear of being dominated by Teacher Liao was more important, so I could only agree to it temporarily.
I switched WeChat at will and looked at it, and found that there were dozens of messages suddenly added to the high school alumni group, and some people liked me. After clicking into the group, Aite's news was a bit explosive: "Hao Pianpian, do you think 18457 will come? Hahahaha!"
The sender of the message was a girl with big eyes and a face resembling a frog. In my freshman year, she sat in front of me. My deskmate is a beautiful boy with eyelashes thicker and darker than Japanese false eyelashes. He likes to wear transparent nail polish. He recommends us to use Olay cream. His speech is a bit American-style. From time to time, the big-eyed frog girl turned to talk to me and Xiaohua, especially concerned about 18457's whereabouts. At that time, I was very defensive, afraid that I would have one more rival in love.
And since adding Du Hanchuan's QQ, my nympho life has been punctured. I can no longer quietly appreciate his beauty, because just chatting with him on QQ, my emotions have changed drastically. Of course, I can always find very simple and unpretentious reasons to strike up a conversation, such as seeing him handsome or wanting to pick him up, or simply wanting to ask the teacher for homework and play basketball.
After a while, Du Hanchuan finally agreed to share his learning experience with us. Xiao Baozi and I found a chance to have a legitimate conversation with him. He walked from the basketball court to the boulevard, the two of us followed, and I patted him on the shoulder.
He recalled the psychological description of that moment, and I finished an 800-word composition in the diary that night.
Now I feel that children are long-winded, and it is enough to sum it up in one sentence: At that moment, I even thought of the child's name.
The two of us consulted him for about half an hour, and he patiently explained the whole process, with a good attitude and not as cold as rumored.
After this day, Xiao Baozi suddenly lost interest in Du Hanchuan. I want to see him again, and she no longer walks with me. But I soon had a new companion, that is my deskmate, the school belle.
The school belle has heard all kinds of legends about Du Hanchuan for a long time. For example, Du Hanchuan likes to close his eyes and rest his mind in class. Once he opens his eyes, the teacher will know where he is wrong; Don’t be humble, he said, no, the questions are too simple to reflect the real gap between us; What did the teacher say, what did you say?" This kind of passionate dialogue; for example, he never handed in English homework, and the English teacher hated him so much, but when he asked a question that the whole class could not answer, he could only helplessly Shout out "Du Hanchuan"...
Therefore, after school, Xiaohua and I went to meet this legendary figure.
The third year of high school ended later than the first and second year of high school. We took a peek at the back door of their classroom. Through the crack of the door, I saw Du Hanchuan wearing a red coat, sitting near the back door. He put his hand to his lips, shaking the pen holder in his hand, a little childish.
The teaching building of the third year of high school always felt very sacred and solemn. Xiaohua and I quietly left the aisle without even daring to breathe loudly.
During this process, the school belle joked that she was going to ask Du Hanchuan to watch a movie, and also said that he could sing himself, and Du Hanchuan loved people who could sing, so he was a step ahead of me, and wanted to compete with me for Du Hanchuan. I said that you were afraid that you were late for class and you forgot to bring it. After explaining it, I found out that he has such a good impression of Du Hanchuan because he thinks that at our age, many boys think that if they don't do bad things, they will lose their youthful vigor, and it is rare for them not to smoke, drink, fight or even be virgins. Du Hanchuan was completely different from those coquettish sluts.
"Although Du Hanchuan has a bad temper, such a pure boy feels very clean." This is what the school belle said.
"Aren't our sports committee members more innocent and cute?"
"That's an idiot, and he can be as handsome as Du Hanchuan?" The school beauty was filled with righteous indignation as if she was praising her boyfriend.
I laughed for a long time, and I also had an inexplicable pride.
We waited for two hours, and the school flower was very loyal to accompany us to the end. Finally, the senior three students filed out of the teaching building. We looked for him on the third floor, and saw him walking with the boys in the same class on the side of the playground. He looked around in the sunset, wondering if he was looking for the girl who asked him a lot of questions every day.
And I didn't feel tired at all, and I was only filled with extreme joy. Seeing him wandering around, I ran all the way downstairs to catch up with him, calling "Senior".
He looked up and saw me.
Seeing this scene, his classmate laughed in a nonchalant manner, and whispered to him: "Hao Pianpian, freshman in high school." I read the words from his lips.
I walked over cheekily, dragged the school beauty to him and introduced her. And the school girl's social skills are at the full level, and she soon became friends with him.
The four of us walked out of the school gate together. Du Hanchuan's classmates went home first, and I listened to Du Hanchuan chatting with the school belle. No matter what they say, I have a good laugh. Because I thought that he was in his third year of high school and he was under a lot of pressure to study, I would only try to convey his relaxed emotions with a smile. However, thinking that one day he will get a letter of admission to the university and leave the school in half a year, I feel very disappointed.
For some reason, Du Hanchuan was the same, he seemed not very happy on the way to the station with us.
There were many buses on the way back to his house, and he let them go, either because they were ugly or because they didn't talk at all. While urging him to get in the car without worrying about me and Xiaohua, I paid attention to his every expression and every movement from time to time, but I felt that my liking seemed a bit too much, and it didn't fit my pure-faced dog persona.
At half past six, before the red light, another bus pulled into the station.
"Senior's bus is coming. Get on it. Goodbye."
I pointed to the car and said to him. In fact, I still hope that he will say that this car is too ugly, but he silently waved his hand and got into the car, and didn't take another look at us. Xiaohua got into the car with him and ran down again, which made me laugh, but the sense of loss became stronger and stronger.
If you don't know him and just be a little nymphomaniac who appreciates handsome guys, that would be great.
Xiaohua also took the next bus back. My nanny was waiting not far away like the FBI. I was about to walk towards her when I heard someone calling my name.
"Hao Pianpian."
It was the winter six years ago, when the late frost was cold and the night was getting darker. I turned around and saw Du Hanchuan standing behind me like magic. His eyebrows, eyes and nose are like undulating snow-capped mountains, blending into a painting with the cold December night. He seemed to have just run, and when he was panting, mist floated out of his mouth:
"Will you still wait for me tomorrow?"
I froze for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Yes."
"Come by yourself, do your homework in the classroom first, don't wait outside, and don't bother the school girl to accompany you anymore."
"Okay." I smiled big.
Until now, I still remember how happy I was that day, like receiving the New Year's money, like getting a perfect test paper for the first time, like the teacher told me to go for a spring outing, like the flowers all over the world were in bloom.
But the next day, what I waited for was Du Hanchuan's cold face.
After school, he crossed the playground without looking up. I ran after him for a long time before I caught up with him. Out of breath, I called "Senior", but got no response. Like an elementary school student who made a mistake, I didn't dare to make a sound. When I got near the bus stop, I said cautiously: "Senior, what's wrong with you today..."
Finally he stopped, looked into the distance, and said indifferently, "What is 18060?"
I am stunned.
"What is 18259?"
"What is 18869?"
He reported a lot of familiar numbers that I wrote on the school draft list, and finally cast his cold eyes on it: "What is 18457?"
"Here, the girls in our class are..."
Before I could finish my stammering words, he had started to recite without haste:
"18259, code-named white sneakers, high school sophomore, sunshine style. Childish face, like a child who has not grown up, eyes squinted when smiling, be careful not to confuse it with 18457. Only the body and hair are similar, but they are quite different when viewed up close.
"18869, code-named Hedgehog, freshman in high school, sporty, with abs. Has a girlfriend, blacklist warning.
"17955, code-named Pineapple, third year of high school, smart model. Xueba, Pineapple head, wearing glasses and not taking off glasses are two people. Relationship with 18457: friend.
"18158, code-named Baiyi, sophomore, mixed style. A combination of handsome and cute, the Prince Charming type in girls' hearts. Has a girlfriend, blacklist warning.
"18457, code-named classic, third year of high school, classic school draft. The legendary Du Hanchuan, the legend does not need to be explained."
In the end, he said in a completely irrelevant tone: "How many schoolgirls do you track down every day? Am I the only one who makes appointments with you like a fool and is played by you?"
"No, I didn't…"
The embarrassment of wanting to rush out of the universe and penetrate the center of the earth at that time will never be forgotten.
"I'm 1.85 meters and 66 kilograms. Boys are not as light as you think." He sneered, and strode forward, "That's it, give the label 18457 to someone else."
I quickly stepped forward: "Wait, senior."
he stops.
Although I was still young at that time, my desire to survive was still very strong: "Tracking the school grass is just a game to play with everyone. You are the only school grass in my heart, and you are the only male god in my heart. Me and the students in our class Girls are all your fans, die-hard fans, and have no evil thoughts at all."
But I don't know why, but Du Hanchuan didn't like me very much. He turned his head halfway and didn't even turn his body:
"I really appreciate your 'no evil thoughts'."
I was so depressed that I was about to cry, but I still tried my best to make the last struggle: "Senior, listen to my explanation... We are only in the first year of high school, and we are very free. Looking at the handsome guys is just an entertainment mentality, and we won't really bother them. .Especially you, you are a senior in high school, and your grades are so good, none of us want to delay your admission to Peking University and Tsinghua University. Think about yesterday, did I keep urging you to go home? Because I don’t want you to be caught by our boring little games Excuse me, it's really not what you think... "
"Thank you for not wanting to delay." His gaze became even colder. "Then, don't bother me in the future. I really don't have that much time."
At that moment, my heart was about to break, but I dared to grasp the corner of my clothes with trembling fingers, forcing myself not to cry: "Okay..."
From the moment he said these words until he left, to the moment before I returned home in despair, I was as calm as water.
But after entering the house, I didn't eat dinner, didn't do my homework, and didn't even eat the peeled mangosteen. I locked myself in the bedroom and cried all night.
The next day happened to be Tuesday. In physical education class, I was ashamed to appear on the sidelines of the basketball court. I didn’t wash my hair that day, I didn’t wear contact lenses, I used glasses to cover my swollen walnut eyes, and I wore a full school uniform for the first time, wishing that people all over the world couldn’t see me. However, being tall and tall at 1.7 meters, the target is still not small. When Xiaohua and I were buying water at the canteen, someone patted our shoulders.
"I'll see you at the gate of your neighborhood after school." After finishing his expressionless expression, Du Hanchuan turned around and left the canteen after confirming that I had listened.
That was the first time he took the initiative to find me. So at that time, the students in our class around us either smiled wickedly with crescent eyes, or pushed each other's arms, looking like they were watching a good show. The school belle turned into Li Jiaqi holding her chest and shouting "OMG".
Rather than being surprised, I found it even more strange why Du Hanchuan knew where I lived—in order to make it easier for me to go to school, my father rented a small apartment for me near the school, just across the road from the bus station. Although close, it was never home before him.
After school, I went home with goldfish eyes that hadn't subsided all morning, and I saw Du Hanchuan's tall silhouette appearing at the gate of the community from a distance. He turned around and stared at me where he was.
Even turning around is so elegant and handsome, I can't stand it.
So I'm having a hard time. Why didn't you wash your hair in the morning...
I walked over with my head down, and whispered with some low self-esteem: "Senior, is there anything I can do for you..."
"Will you wait for me?"
That was the first time I had stared at him for a long time. I just realized that although he has black hair and high browbones, his eyes are lighter than most people's, and he looks as good as a painting.
"Huh? Waiting for you?"
He sighed: "Didn't you say that the university wants to stay in Shanghai? I will fill in the school in Shanghai, and then you wait for me for two years."
At first, I just thought his statement was weird. Obviously he was admitted to the university first, why did he tell me to wait for him, shouldn't he wait for me? It didn't take long for me to figure it out. Because Du Hanchuan is a very responsible and traditional boy, he felt that the time he waited for me was not time, and I was paying for him by staying single until college. He acknowledged and thanked me for my dedication.
Of course, after breaking up with him later, I had a new interpretation: he was so self-righteous, thinking that an arrogant little prince like him would not wait for anyone, so even if he was waiting for me, it must be said that I was waiting for him.
But at that time, I had no complaints or regrets, my eyes were full of tears, and I nodded vigorously. He smiled and patted my head:
"Pianpian, study hard, see you in college."
"I will. I will study hard." I nodded harder, tears rolling in my eyes.
In my twenty-two years of life, it was the first and last time that tears filled my eyes because I liked someone too much.
The overflowing love, which has no place to confide, has all turned into the motivation for me to work harder and harder.
Want to catch up with him. Want to walk side by side with him. I want to no longer look up to him one day, but to be admired and admired by him as an excellent girl.
Because I like him, my grades have improved by leaps and bounds; because I like him, I won the Dragon Lottery Award; because of him, I tried my best to embrace life and dreams.
He is the sunshine that illuminates my youth.
Becoming a painter is my dream. He is also my dream.
That night, I wrote a long diary, and the last paragraph is: When time goes by, after the sun and the moon have alternated dozens of times, after the seasons have changed, after things have passed, when we are all mature and even old, I will recall this love that made me saddest but also the happiest, and my favorite person for fifteen years, Du Hanchuan.
Ah, what a girl in the second year of middle school, what a pen that hurts youth.
Of course, after six years, we have all grown up, and I realized that the second-year girls are indeed relatively second-year-old girls, and they will misjudge the truth. For example, Big-Eyed Frog Girl liked to chat with me about Du Hanchuan at that time, but the method was much more annoying than Xiaohua. Once, I made a wooden lettering bracelet that said "18457" on the front and "DHC" on the back. She forcibly pulled my hand and turned it over to look at it, then pushed it away with a look of disgust and said, you are really a nympho, you like him so much
I put my hand under the desk, subconsciously pressed the words on it, and said nothing.
The school belle is very loyal, saying, everyone is getting married soon, so what is a bracelet.
The big-eyed frog girl glanced at the little bun sitting next to me, and said sympathetically, "Isn't it? Then what do you do? Don't you like him too?"
Xiao Baozi smiled and said, "No, I just think he's handsome, nothing else."
Xiaohua continued to rescue: "You don't understand this. The little bun likes him, but it's not love."
At that time, I was very grateful to the school beauty, and thought that the big-eyed frog girl liked Du Hanchuan, but it was not. She always talks to me because she likes school belle. The school girl likes Du Hanchuan. Not long after college, he came out and had a boyfriend of the same style as Du Hanchuan.
The person who told Du Hanchuan that I was on the school roster was naturally Little Baozi. I'm not surprised, and I don't mind, there is nothing wrong with girls in middle school. Xiao Baozi and I still have a long-lasting friendship, but Du Hanchuan and I have long since lost our friendship.
As for the evaluation of this boy, I only have one sentence: a man's mouth, a deceiving ghost.
Universities are a fart, Shanghai is a fart. After the college entrance examination, his grades can be read even if the Qingbei resumes the diploma. But he didn't choose any of them, but went abroad to study. Really sick of the dog.
So until now, I occasionally suspect that my hostility to the Great Demon King is probably related to his name.
In a high school WeChat group, a boy asked who 18457 was.
The big-eyed frog girl said: "Du Hanchuan, the man of the year."
The monitor said: "Du Hanchuan will definitely come. He is the student representative of their class, and now he is an executive of such a big Internet company. He will give a public speech at the school celebration."
I smiled and closed WeChat, not interested in the current situation of this scumbag. I don't listen to his speeches either. It would be best if this person completely disappeared from my life.
I log in to the game, ready to hang a dragon task.
Leng Yue quickly pulled me into the group and gave me the captain. He is still so lazy, as long as it is a task that can hang up, he never leads the team. I said I didn't get enough sleep today and I asked someone to lead the team. Then he asked the captain back, called a low-level player in the gang, gathered three people, and started leading the team to do tasks.
I originally wanted to say that the output of three people might not be enough, but after looking at his personal output, I chose to remain silent. His combat power is the same as mine, and his ability to suppress combat power is even better than mine. In addition, he is particularly good at both moves and dodges, forming a three-person team with him is much more efficient than a five-person team.
[Private chat] Leng Yue: Pianpian, I couldn't sleep well all night.
[Private Chat] Beauty Pianpian: What's wrong
[Private Chat] Leng Yue: I think you are very cute when you say "Yeah!" excitedly.
[Private Chat] Beautiful woman Pianpian: Huh? I'm not the cute type.
I have black hair. Nuan Yueyue, do you know who is the number one ghost refiner in this world of peach blossoms
[Private chat] Leng Yue: Really.
After studying his equipment for a while, I was amazed. This buddy's ability to build a Demon Dao is stronger than that of the Great Demon King. After all, when it comes to the combat power of the Great Demon King, many things are not technical. Anyway, as soon as all the event materials are filled, it will be over, so there is no need to talk about cost performance. It happens to be the upper-middle-class petty bourgeois player accounts that test the ability to maintain accounts.
[Team] Beauty Pianpian: Alright, Mr. Leng, I already know how powerful you are. Who is your tuba, be honest.
[Team] Leng Yue: The second place in a new district.
[Team] Mr. Napkin: I knew Brother Yue was a boss. Look at this equipment, look at this aura, he walks with wind. Ming people don't say dark words, I think Brother Yue's licking dog.
[Team] Beauty Pianpian: What's your name? I might have heard of it.
[Team] Leng Yue: Then who is your queen? To be fair, you should tell me too.
[Team] Beauty Pianpian: My tuba is Feng Wu Pianran.
[Team] Leng Yue: Then I will be Ichikawa Hanxing.
[Team] Beautiful lady: Cheating and cheating, you can't afford to provoke them. Hello, Boss Han, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, I'm disrespectful and disrespectful.
[Team] Leng Yue: Why did God Pian come to say this? He was offended by the struggle for hegemony in the lower ten thousand realms. He is here to plead guilty.
[Team] Mr. Napkin: Brother Yue, beauty, you two are definitely not artificial leather, you are real leather.
[Team] Leng Yue: Pianpian leather, of course I can't fake leather.
[Team] Beautiful woman Pianpian: I can't move my skin anymore, I'll go to sleep for a while, see you in Wudou tonight. Nuan Yueyue, do you have a team
The full name of Wudou is Wanjie Wudou, which is a fixed competitive activity every Friday night. The requirement is to form a team of five people, conduct cross-server matching, win points, lose points, and finally rank according to the level of points, get rewards, and divide into full-server rankings and regional rankings.
[Team] Leng Yue: It's just the two of us now.
I like how conscious he is. I smiled and was about to go offline when I suddenly received a private message.
[Private chat] Don't forget the rain: Pianpian, come to our team for martial arts at night? Get you an award for the regional championship team.