The author has something to say: I hope that everyone who reads this article can reap such a feeling, I hope that there will be no time to look back, and I will spend the rest of my life with affection, and I hope that you will always be happy, happy, happy, and healthy.
In the summer, the cicadas rang dry, and the sunlight shone on Xie Meng's face through the car window. He couldn't help raising his hand to cover his forehead, his shirt was already wet on his back.
The bus staggered to the stop, Xie Meng squeezed down with the crowd, he frowned and wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and walked towards the school gate against the scorching sun.
On the first day of W high school freshmen, a festive red banner was pulled up at the school gate, with the old-fashioned words "I am proud of W high today, tomorrow W high will be proud of me!" The number of teachers is not very good, so that the number of new students is a bit pitiful. There are only 6 classes in the high school, and each class has about 40 students. Even when the first day of school starts, the campus does not appear to be very lively.
There are only 6 classes in the class, so there will be no experiments or experiments. Xie Meng found his name and student registration number under the roster of Class One and Three of Senior High School. When he walked into the classroom, he found that a lot of people had already arrived.
W Gao did not have a straight junior high school, most of them were students who failed the high school entrance examination or the middle and lower grades of each primary school. A few girls even painted light makeup and looked back at Xie Meng curiously.
There was no air conditioner in the classroom, Xie Meng's face was full of sweat, his shirt was sticking to his body, and because of the sweat, his fair neck was glowing with moisture.
The whispers in the back row became louder, Xie Meng pulled away the chair while wiping his sweat, he lowered his head, and his eyebrows were black and bright under the bangs he had just cut.
"Hey, classmate." A petite girl walked up to him and chatted up, "What's your name?"
Xie Meng raised his head, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead again.
"My name is Wu Xiaomei." The girl held out her hand and tilted her head cutely: "How about you?"
Xie Meng hesitated for a moment. He wiped the sweat from his hands on his trouser legs and shook hands loosely with Wu Xiaomei: "Xie Meng."
Wu Xiaomei said: "I graduated from Q middle school." She pointed to a few people in the back row: "They are all L middle school, only Mimi is the same as me." The girl called Mimi was a little shy and sat in the seat to rush The two smiled.
Xie Meng was silent for a while before slowly saying, "I'm in S."
"S middle school?" Wu Xiaomei was surprised: "The best key middle school in the province, I remember it has a high school directly under it, and it is also the best in the province?"
Xie Meng gave a vague "en", and Wu Xiaomei looked at him as if he wanted to ask something, and had to give up until a few new students came in one after another.
"Would you like to sit with us?" Wu Xiaomei warmly invited: "Anyway, the teacher hasn't come yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, a big fat man like Maitreya Buddha came in, and said with a smile like a bell, "Who said I didn't come, hurry up and sit down, hurry up and sit down."
Wu Xiaomei pouted and returned to her seat reluctantly. There were still a few freshmen left, and Maitreya Buddha couldn't wait to start lining up the seats.
"Little handsome guy." Maitreya Buddha greeted: "You sit in the middle, what's your name?"
"Xie Meng." Xie Meng brought his schoolbag over.
Maitreya glanced at him: "I remember you, if you have a high score, you will be able to go straight to S high by one or two points."
Xie Meng shook his head: "It didn't work well."
Maitreya Buddha patted him on the shoulder: "Some people stumble, horses stumble, keep working hard, don't be discouraged."
Xie Meng nodded and said seriously, "Thank you, teacher."
Maitreya Buddha was very happy. He said 8 thanks and 8 thanks several times, and then instructed the remaining students to line up their seats.
"Wu Xiaomei!" Maitreya Buddha's voice was loud and scary: "Don't think about sitting next to the handsome guy! Don't fall in love early!"
Wu Xiaomei said impatiently: "Who is in love early, I can't be good at it!"
The people around laughed, everyone was kind, there was no booing, Xie Meng also showed a smile, Wu Xiaomei looked at him, her face flushed, and she stuck out her tongue playfully.
Xie Meng arranged the seats and followed a few other boys to get books and school uniforms. There were too many books and too heavy. It took several points to complete the move. at the door.
Maitreya Buddha seemed to be swearing, but his tone was not severe: "Don't study well! You'll be late on the first day!" After a while, he said, "Dye your hair? Go and get rid of it tomorrow!"
Xie Meng said "borrowed" and passed between the two boys in the back row, and the boy standing at the front looked back at him.
"I'm born with this color." The boy quickly retracted his gaze, he casually tugged at his bangs, and said lazily, "You can only dye your hair when you dye it black, teacher."
Maitreya was delighted, rolled up the roster and patted the boy's head: "How can you look like a student if you're sloppy!"
The boy was not angry when he was beaten, he smiled very ruffian, and sat down while talking with the person next to him. When Xie Meng was going to move the next book, he also stood up.
"My name is Ji Qinyang." The boy introduced himself as if he was inadvertently propping up the corner of the table. He tilted his head and looked at Xie Meng with a good-looking smile.
"... Xie Meng." Xie Meng paused for a while before reporting his name, Ji Qinyang nodded, and he pondered to himself and said Xie Meng's name again.
Xie Meng looked up at him subconsciously, and the other party smiled at him.
Someone from behind came to take Ji Qinyang's shoulder. He seemed to be very popular, and he became friends with the remaining boys in the class after a while. Xie Meng followed behind them. When passing through the corridor, the wind blew in from the window and set off the wind. After closing the blue curtains, Xie Meng stopped, he turned his head and squinted, letting the refreshing summer wind blow on his face.
The military training started on the second day. The original three-day content was forced to be completed in one day, lining up, walking straight, and standing in the military posture. After half a day, many students could not stand it.
Xie Meng took off his hat and went to the sink to wash his face. The bangs were sticking to his forehead because of sweat. He splashed two handfuls of water, and when he was fanning by the collar, he suddenly heard a lot of whistling from the playground.
The instructor was playing with a few boys, including Ji Qinyang.
The boy was tall and long, and his dark brown hair seemed to glow in the sunlight when he jumped up.
Xie Meng looked at the bright smile on the other side's face and silently put the hat back on his head.
Halfway through the lunch break, Ji Qinyang and his group were willing to come back. The boy was sweating all over his face, and the whole person looked steamy. Xie Meng was bending over to change the drinking water. When he turned around, he saw Ji Qinyang standing behind him.
"I'll help you." The boy rolled up his sleeves with a smile, the sweat on his face all the way down to his neck, and Xie Mengguang could feel the heat after being standing next to him.
The two worked together to change the bucket, Xie Meng thanked him, took out the empty bucket by himself, and when he came back, he saw Ji Qinyang talking to the boys beside him.
"You and Xie Meng are very familiar?" The boy asked without malicious intent.
Ji Qinyang didn't answer, drinking water and shaking his head.
The boy added: "The people in S are very powerful, not many people in the whole class dare to talk to him."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows with a smile: "How can it be so exaggerated."
The boy punched him: "People study well, they are arrogant."
"So what?" Ji Qinyang said indifferently, "It's not still in our school now."
Xie Meng leaned against the door and waited for the two to finish talking before entering. When he passed Ji Qinyang's seat, the boy was lying on the table and didn't know whether he fell asleep or not.
Most of the girls were awake. Wu Xiaomei tiptoed to Xie Meng's side, poked his shoulder, put his hand to his mouth, and said in a mysterious and low voice, "Ji Qinyang, this person is very famous in our school."
Xie Meng was a little curious, and whispered like her: "You are from the same school?"
Wu Xiaomei nodded, she blushed a little under the boy's gaze, and boldly began to gossip: "The partiality is very serious, the Chinese and composition have won awards in the province, and he can play a lot of musical instruments... I heard that he would go to that kind of place after school. Play, I don't know if it's true or not..."
"That kind of place?" Xie Meng couldn't help but repeat: "What kind of place?"
Wu Xiaomei's eyes dodged a little, and hesitantly said: "It's not a good place anyway..."
Xie Meng blinked.
Wu Xiaomei hurriedly said, "I heard it too, maybe it's fake."
Xie Meng snorted, and Wu Xiaomei probably also felt that she was talking too much, so she laughed twice in embarrassment, and the two talked for a while, and did not separate until the instructor came in.
The afternoon is still the same, except that the boys have one more thing about crawling forward. More than 20 boys are divided into two groups, front and rear. Several instructors set up a hemp rope net on the ground. To jump around the edge of the playground.
Xie Meng was the leader of the first group, and Ji Qinyang was the second group. The instructor came up with an idea to let the two decide the order by arm wrestling. Whoever loses will climb first.
Xie Meng pulled up his sleeves, his complexion was still white after a long day of sun exposure, but he would not look weak. The lines of his arms were smooth and graceful like a young man. Ji Qinyang had already sat down at the table, raising his arms with a smile on his face. .
The palms of the two people clasped together, Ji Qinyang's body temperature was higher, the palms were dry and warm, Xie Meng was a little stunned for a while, and when he reacted, his wrists had been pressed down by half.
A loud roar erupted around him.
Ji Qinyang's strength was very strong, and after taking the lead, he obviously wanted to press Xie Meng's wrist directly, but it was not as easy as he thought.
The back of Xie Meng's hand is always at a safe distance from the table, and it is very stable without trembling. Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows. He looked at the person opposite with a smile, and found that Xie Meng was also frowning at him.
The two looked at each other inexplicably for a while, and Xie Meng suddenly relaxed. Outsiders saw that Ji Qinyang pressed Xie Meng's wrist on the table, but only Ji Qinyang knew that the other party took the initiative to put his hand down.
Ji Qinyang didn't appear particularly happy or unhappy after winning. He smiled brightly and patted Xie Meng on the shoulder: "Thank you, brother."
Xie Meng replied indifferently.
At this time, they may not have thought that arm wrestling will become the best way to resolve differences between the two in the longer years. It may not matter how much you win or lose, because often wins and losses do not depend on strength. Just like Xie Meng deliberately lost to Ji Qinyang today.
Because for most of their lives, winning or losing was not the only outcome that mattered.
That day, Ji Qinyang's group was two seconds slower than Xie Meng's group's crawling speed. The teenager went to the sidelines with a smiling face and jumped around in circles. The afterglow of the setting sun spread on the brick-red runway, and the shadow was very small and slowly moving, because Too far away, the expression on Ji Qinyang's face was a little blurry, but Xie Meng knew that the other party must still be smiling.
For no reason, he felt that way.
After the military training, the school gradually became tense. The intersection between Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang was like rain falling into the center of the lake, and the relationship broke up after the ripples swayed. Apart from being in the same classroom, the two listened to the same teacher's lectures and completed the The same homework, except for classmates, has no other place that conforms to the "same".
Xie Meng is a typical gifted student in the eyes of the teacher. He has a calm and reserved personality, and even a little boring. He doesn't talk much. There is only a boy named Zhang Banggang who is closer. The reason is because they are at the same table.
Zhang Ganggang was actually a little apprehensive at the beginning. He felt that the other party graduated from S middle school, with good academic performance.
Xie Meng is very gentle.
Although the word gentleness is used to describe some girls, Zhang Gangbang thinks that no one is more suitable for the word gentleness than Xie Meng.
It's like a beautiful hard candy. Beautiful people are reluctant to eat it. After trying to hold it, it will feel sweet. When you bite it open, you will find that this candy is soft even in the heart.
... Zhang Ganggang felt that what he described was a bit nauseous, but he really thought so.
Of course, Xie Meng didn't know what he was defined as at the same table. He was calculating an algebra problem, and after solving it, he spread it out on the table.
"It's done for you, you can see for yourself." Xie Meng's patience is very good. He and Zhang Ganggang have been at the same table for almost two months. Almost every day, he has to do math classroom exercises and homework. Not a post-test correction.
Zhang Ganggang happily took the workbook, followed Xie Meng's writing and recalculated it by himself. After writing, he wiped the process given by Xie Meng.
Zhang Ganggang rubbed and sighed with emotion: "The midterm exam is coming."
Xie Meng didn't feel much: "Yes."
"What can I do with my math." Zhang Ganggang said in pain, "Even you can't save me..."
"..." Xie Meng wanted to say that he didn't plan to save him.
"But it doesn't matter." Zhang Ganggang suddenly cheered up, and Xie Meng seemed to be able to see the moment when his HP returned to full: "As long as Ji Qinyang is at Maitreya Buddha, he won't look for me, Brother Yang not only has a thick blood, but also pulls a hand. How sarcastic!"
Xie Meng's nib stopped on the paper: "Ji Qinyang?"
Zhang Ganggang: "Brother Yang got 1 point in mathematics in junior high school, and that point was given by the teacher because his name was written well and neatly."
Xie Meng: "...He handed in a blank paper?"
Zhang Zanggang shook his head: "No, he wrote very nice and full, otherwise, where would the tidy surface come from."
"..." Xie Meng felt incredible: "Is it wrong to write so much?"
Zhang Ganggang looked very understanding: "That's right, he just can't."
... This is too self-willed, Xie Meng turned his pen and thought aimlessly, he turned to look at the last row, Ji Qinyang buried his head and wrote something, his eyes swept across the podium to meet him, and he smiled for a moment. .
Xie Meng looked at him and looked away after a while.