There is light at the wellhead

From Shushui Town High School to Qingzhong High School, there are more than ten students in the extra-staff class, and they all know each other even if they are not familiar with each other.

He Jingyang held deep respect for the fellow seniors who came out from the top, and felt that standing at their height, he should have seen a completely different world.

He had already felt this difference from Zhao Qing, although it was just a few words.

The metaphor of the frog at the bottom of the well mentioned by Li Jie in Dingfuzhuang that day was very apt. He Jingyang thought about it more than once afterward. Outside the well, take a look at the heart of the outside world.

He envied Guan Wei, thinking that he was born outside the well and had his own advantages.But after listening to Lao Xu's words, after careful speculation, I gradually realized that the so-called up and down of the well is not a simple and general state.

It may be relative, moving, ascending, or intertwined.

The process of everyone's growth is like rotation accompanied by revolution.Due to the complexity of human beings, the rotation is not as simple and intuitive as a sphere, but because of self or external factors, it will perform complicated multi-directional rotations at different angles and directions - He Jingyang, who is good at physics, thinks Understanding this principle should have consumed more than half of his brain cells, and only solved the "what" problem. Although he didn't care about the "why", he still had no use for the "how".

As a good student who was promoted from a former bastard, he is very eager to communicate with the good students of Genzheng Miaohong, and hopes to have a glimpse of the beauty of the world they have seen, and talk about his long search The pain of confusion on the road.

If you can solve the "how to do" problem, even better.

Therefore, he agreed to come to this townsman gathering without even thinking about it.

I didn't see Zhao Qing.

However, his expectation was not only due to Zhao Qing.Just as he desperately stopped being a bastard, and even turned his head to the youth, he asked himself not simply because he liked someone.

It's just that this reason is easier to understand and less verbal, so he got used to it.

People at the party mentioned Zhao Qing and said, "They are all 'high-achieving students', how can they mix with us"-this title is given to those students with outstanding grades, and it has a conventional derogatory meaning: it seems that this kind of person has not yet passed the exam. When I go out, I already have a look of forgetting my ancestors and rebelling against my ancestors—going to and from class and going to the cafeteria by myself and not getting together with fellow villagers; I speak Mandarin as standard as the people in the city; If you look familiar, you really take yourself seriously; as for the exam, even if you are lucky enough to be seated next to each other, you don't need to expect them to secretly give you some pointers.

Isn't it a matter of course not to participate in fellow villagers' gatherings?

From this high-spirited talk, He Jingyang suddenly realized one thing: Although everyone was a top student when they came from Shushui Town, after a year and a half of hard work in the youth school, there are actually very few who can still maintain their top status.Zhao Qing is undoubtedly one of them, but he really doesn't understand the few present here.It's just that the tone of the other party's mention of "high-achieving students" is quite sour, and it must be unsatisfactory.

Seeing He Jingyang and Zhou Yi, someone thought of everyone in Datongpu, "That Li Jie from Qinghe High School is not bad, this time he sold greeting cards and bought five and gave me one." "That person has a brain, anyone can play I can't beat him" "This kind of person is terrible, he does one thing in front of his face and another behind his back"...

Zhao Bingcai, who was harmless to humans and animals, was not spared either. "Just that stupid file from Zhaojiazhai. He has a round head and a brain. I heard that when he was a child, he could be called by someone. No one took him or played with him." That's right, why don't you take care of your studies?"...

Zhou Yi, Ma Liwen and the two heroes of the Zhao family were worried, they all knew that He Jingyang and Guan Wei were getting closer, and they were afraid that when it was Guan Wei's turn in turn, he would say something nasty and make him run away.

Fortunately, Guan Wei was too low-key on weekdays, and he didn't have much to talk about at all, so he just said "return to the related household", the implication is not worth mentioning.

He Jingyang was not angry, but disappointed.

He is very familiar with this kind of argument and insight.When he was still a little bastard, he already understood its connotation and meaning: criticizing others to entertain himself, satisfying vanity at the dinner table, and there is no real harm.So not worth it.

He just didn't expect that the outstanding students who have been promoted to the youth middle school, even though their academic performance is average now, their conversation and knowledge are no different from those of the bastards.

This feeling made him feel like after a long trek, he found someone in front of him who was stuck in the mud and couldn't extricate himself, but he was enjoying himself without knowing it.

This gathering was not as harmonious and harmonious as he had imagined, but he had a new understanding: from Shushui Town to Qingzhong, it does not mean that they are closer to the new world. For some people, it just means Changed another well to continue watching the sky, and some people even changed to mud.

Fortunately, Zhao Qing is not.

What about him?Will you be able to jump out of the well if you climb hard?Or will he continue to look at the sky in another well like these people?

Or maybe he thinks he jumped out of the well, but everyone's well is different. In the eyes of others, could he just change the well and continue to watch the sky?

He always thought that as long as he worked hard, he could see a better world.Now, it's a little uncertain.

If belittling oneself and self-sacrifice are also a possibility after hard work, then what's the point of hard work?

On the table next to it was another group of high school fellows, some of them confessed their love after drinking too much, and they started making a fuss.The seniors at their table began to tease the rumor that He Jingyang liked Zhao Qing as a joke, making them laugh again and again.

But he had no choice but to deny it repeatedly, and began to regret that he had been ostentatious and frivolous in Shushui Town High School before, making Zhao Qing a material for such a boring topic.

Amidst the wretched laughter, he found an excuse and fled after being fined a glass of wine.

He is very eager to grasp something, to prove to the self in his heart who has been working hard but suddenly starts to hesitate, that there is still something to look forward to outside the well, but there is nothing he can do.

Zhao Qing couldn't do it, and neither could the "Pengcheng Wanli" that was pressed under the pillow.

He Jingyang is back.

When Guan Wei heard him call her name, her throat was spitting out uncomfortably, she couldn't speak, she waved her hands in a hurry to prevent him from coming, so as not to see the mess under her feet.

He Jingyang is not a good baby. Hearing the sound was not right, he ran over in three steps and two steps, and looked at the scene, "Tsk, it's a pity that there are so many dumplings!"

He reached out to help Guan Wei.Angry and happy, Guan Wei turned around and pushed him, his hands were completely powerless, not like pushing someone but acting like a baby, and at the same time gave him a sideways look with anger and anger.

Guan Wei was struggling to vomit, two tears welled up in his already dark eyes, and he was a little bit awkward and shy when he was seen like this, He Jingyang was distracted by this sideways look.

He Jingyang, who had been subjected to countless iron sand palms, was stunned as if his acupuncture points were touched by this soft push.

It was all because of that drink.

It seems that just for a moment, he wanted to hug Guan Wei - not the kind of hug that he usually played and played with, but the kind that he wanted to hug and protect.

A ball of wool was spun in He Jingyang's mind.

Half a minute later, He Jingyang belatedly thought of this hug, which seemed a little ambiguous and unsuitable for children, and his face became hot.

"Your." Guan Wei pointed to the ground and vomited in a mess, struggling to say something.

"What?"

"Originally I saved ten for you, but I forgot while I was eating, so I ate them all." Guan Wei said angrily.

"Keep it for me?" He Jingyang couldn't help but want to smile, he gently took Guan Wei's shoulder as usual, for the sake of leaving dumplings for him.

It seems that it's not all the fault of the glass of wine just now, but Guan Wei is too painful.

He Jingyang offered warm water for Guan Wei to rinse his mouth, then he took a dustpan and broom, shoveled some ashes from the bottom of the furnace with a ball of wool in his head, and walked out.

"I don't want you to sweep it, I'll do it myself—" Guan Wei was anxious to stand up, He Jingyang occupied both hands, stretched out a long leg and easily pressed against Guan Wei's leg, his knees were slightly bent to prevent him Get up, "Didn't you say mine, I'll go."

Both of them were not thinly dressed, but the moment He Jingyang's legs were suddenly pressed against him, Guan Wei's heart was in a panic.The cells, which were originally calm, became vigilant as if they smelled something, and planned to gather if they gave some hints.

He hurriedly got up and stood, walked a few steps and sat down again, but he couldn't remember the spell, what was broken?What about the pants?

Only the word "stupid" was left in the bottom of my heart, and I was safe.

The repeated impulses made Guan Wei finally start to face up to his feelings for He Jingyang, which is probably different from others.

Before he could think any further, He Jingyang packed up and went into the house, sat by the bed and warmed his hands by the stove while asking him why he vomited.

Hearing that he gave himself a vacation, became a poet, and sang twice while walking on the playground, he finally realized that it was just a matter of eating too much and getting cold, and it was not a big deal.

"Why did you come back so early?" Guan Wei chatted with He Jingyang without saying a word, with the vague feelings he had just realized.

A bunch of things he bought were thrown on the small strip table, and he half-lyed on the quilt, watching He Jingyang rummaging through them.

"It's boring. Some people are drinking, and I think they are making a fuss. There is someone at the next table who confessed and was rejected, crying ugly and annoying." He Jingyang looked back at him, pinched a hard candy and handed it over, "Eat a candy, spit it out. After eating, the taste in my mouth was uncomfortable. There is also a younger brother who is not hungry after eating, so he came back because he couldn't let go."

Guan Wei ate for a while with sugar in his mouth, only to realize that the hungry brother was talking about himself, and he laughed so hard that he hit He Jingyang.

Guan Wei's hand fell on He Jingyang's back and couldn't lift it up. It slid down his shoulder and hugged him from behind, lying on his back, not wanting to move.

He Jingyang poked the furnace lid with the tongs in one hand, and propped up his leg with the other hand, feeling as if he was about to be bent by Guan Wei.Guan Wei's thin breath brushed behind his ears, itching and numb, like a small insect persistently trying to peck a hole in his neck one by one.

It wasn't until the little bug felt that he couldn't do what he wanted, and summoned a large army, and a group of little bugs started to get busy, that He Jingyang realized that it was Guan Wei who was crying, and tears flowed down his neck.

Maybe we should ask why, but since Guan Wei didn't say anything, he didn't want to ask.At the end of the year and the end of the year, who doesn't feel a little bit inhumane, but his own heartache?

Take him for example, what does it matter if others are ugly or bother him?His sadness and loss cannot be described in words.

It's just that Guan Wei is a bit heavy on his back.He wanted to turn around and hold him in his arms several times, just like when he was unhappy when he was a child, the brothers would hold him in their arms to coax him and hum impromptu It's good to play an out-of-tune tune, even if it's just a pat on the back.

But thinking that it would be frivolous for Guan Wei to do such an act, he endured it again and again, but finally did not act.

In fact, even if He Jingyang asked, Guan Wei didn't know why he was crying.He was just very tired at that moment, so he naturally wanted to lie down.He smelled the faint smell of smoke on He Jingyang's clothes, the indistinct scent of soap on his neck, the warmth radiating through the clothes, and even a little smell of alcohol, as well as a man who didn't mind completely opening up to let him Lying motionless, with his back silently, a huge inexplicable grievance suddenly appeared in his heart.

With the smell of alcohol on He Jingyang's body, Guan Wei let the emotions in his heart rippling wildly, and didn't want to suppress them.

Those tears seemed to be just an impromptu performance presented by another person locked in the deepest part of his heart at the end of the year.

The curtain call at the end of the song, everyone celebrates their own New Year's Day, and each goes his own way.

When people came back one after another, they saw a table full of snacks. Everyone had filled their cups with soy milk powder, and they were full of enthusiasm just waiting to pour a cup of boiling water.

He Jingyang and Guan Wei sat facing each other, you handed me a candy and I peeled a peanut for you, they were friendly and respectful brothers and sisters, if they put on two red bellybands embroidered with surplus every year, they would be able to paint for the New Year.

Li Jie came back late and brought a gift—he took eight greeting cards to find Lao Xu, and by some means, he asked Lao Xu to write a New Year's greeting to everyone, and it was neat and correct.

The [-] cents greeting card suddenly had the temperament of a work of art, and everyone was amazed.

Li Jie stood still, drank a large glass of soy milk that was almost cold, cleared his throat, and read one by one in the voice of the broadcast that he had fascinated countless classmates-"There is no victory to speak of, persistence is everything" "There is Whoever played the zither in the shadows can send endless praises through induction." "If a person is willing, why not use his leisurely life to develop a skill and keep himself chaste and quiet"...

Everyone was at a loss when they heard this, and felt that there were infinitely deep meanings in these half-understood words, just like the sentence Li Jie received-"Don't look for the answer, you won't find it, because you still can't get along with it." coexistence."

He Jingyang stared at his sentence "There is no victory to speak of, persistence is everything" and fell into deep contemplation, feeling that as long as the angle is right, this sentence can perfectly break away all the evil obstacles in his heart before.

"Don't think about it, this is not Lao Xu's personal evaluation of you. He just took this collection of poems and picked a few lines at random, mainly to show off his calligraphy." Li Jie looked at everyone solemnly. They interpreted and interpreted the sentence received by each other, becoming dignified and solemn, which is not conducive to the happy atmosphere of eating, drinking, and blinding on New Year's Day. Hurry up and call everyone to have fun, and don't let down the good time before going to bed.