Hey, fate

The exercise bell rang.

Lao Gao was blowing the whistle downstairs again, and he had to stand in line on the playground within 5 minutes. The students crowded downstairs, and there were such comments from the crowd every day:

"Blowing blowing blowing blowing, I'm afraid Lao Gao can only blow whistles?"

"Are you dying? What are you blowing! I'm on the fourth floor! Can I fly down for you?!"

"Did Whistle graduate from college? You learned so well, and I'm about to play a school song!"

……

It's like this every day, swearing and complaining, but you have to do it obediently, and succumb to Lao Gao's lewdness and coercion.

Every time Xie Feng heard scolding, he sighed, "The school's spiritual civilization construction is still not in place."

Xie Feng could not apply for exercise because of his foot problem, so he planned to sit in the classroom for a while as he did two days ago, and then went down to eat.

In the end, Chang Cheng pulled him up and dragged him outside, "Today, Lao Gao won't go to practice, so he has a morning meeting."

Every time Xie Feng felt that there were so many people on the playground, Xie Feng felt that there were only so many people in the gym. The second high school had a playground with one big and one small next to each other, plus a basketball court, which could accommodate three people. grades at the same time.The third grade of senior high school spoke on this side of the big playground, and the first and second graders next to it could hear it.

Although Lao Gao's surname is Gao, his height is hard to describe, but he is full of energy. For example, even if the loudspeaker is broken, what he said standing in the middle of the playground can be heard by everyone, and even the people in the small playground can hear it. I heard some in the first year of high school.

Lao Gao roared the opening words: "Today I want to say something serious!"

Xie Feng guessed that he must be talking about the entrance of the restaurant, so he adjusted his standing posture to make himself more comfortable.

"In the past few days! Some classmates have reported to me! There is a small note posted at the entrance of the restaurant! Children! What is the difference between this and a big-character poster! Who are you going to fight? Ah?! This kind of behavior is not conducive to campus unity You are all high school seniors now! You are not focused on your studies! What do you want to do?!..." Lao Gao yelled and spun around in circles, making sure that students from all directions could hear his voice, even though it looked funny , but no one dared to laugh.

"I've applied to the school! I want to add a camera at the entrance of the restaurant! If you find out who is still unrepentant! Go home and reflect on me!"

There was a lot of complaints from below;

"Damn, do you just swallow your anger like this?"

"Damn it, it's so cool, what is Lao Gao doing?"

"Damn Duan Zhang is so cowardly, now the freshman is even more rampant, I'll fuck him."

……

The morning meeting ended amidst a wave of righteous indignation. Although there was no exercise today, almost everyone felt aggrieved. Isn't this a public concession to the first year of high school?When Lao Gao was talking, Gao Yike was next to the playground, and he could still hear a little bit. Almost everyone felt that Lao Gao was afraid of things and took the initiative to admit cowardice.

Some people even said that Lao Gao was afraid of the head of the first year of high school, because the head of the first year of high school was the vice principal, and he was just a small assistant to the headmaster, and the first-level official crushed people...

After hearing these words, Xie Feng sneered, "Do these people have any brains? Can they even make up this rumor? It's a high-ranking officer who crushes people to death...I'm laughing to death, I've read too many novels."

Chang Cheng was very depressed, "Then what should we do now? I guess we haven't done enough in our third year of high school. Such a sudden suppression will definitely suffocate to death."

While talking, they arrived at the restaurant, and there was another crowd of people around the door, Chang Cheng was puzzled: "Why are there so many people? Lao Gao suppressed it, this note should have been torn up long ago."

Xie Feng: "I passed by here in the morning, and I saw Auntie Cleaning, and she said that I can't get rid of these things."

The Great Wall suddenly became excited, pushing forward with all its strength, insisting on taking a last look at these "results of the uprising".

Xie Feng stood outside the crowd. In fact, Lao Gao must have discovered it a long time ago. After all, Brother Qiang posted it in the WeChat group and even named himself, but Lao Gao didn't do anything to him, and why didn't he be violent yesterday? Repression?Then these notes will not appear, nor will they be "forced" to be pasted on the door for the whole school to admire because they cannot be washed off.

Lao Gao must also know what Gao Yi did. After all, everyone has reported to the higher-ups, but as a section leader, he cannot openly criticize Gao Yi. He can only let Gao San vent for the overall situation within his own ability. only to stop.

Is he aggrieved in his heart, Xie Feng suddenly thought, but it's a pity that no one understands him.

Xie Feng sighed.

An Jia's voice came from behind; "Xie Feng, alone?"

Xie Feng turned his head, but unfortunately he was against the light, so he turned his head again, "No, Chang Cheng is reading the note inside."

An Jia said with a smile in her voice, "This is the last carnival. It's really time to take a last look. Lao Gao is also well-intentioned."

Xie Feng was stunned for a moment, then he was relieved, talking to the wise man, everything was in the air.

There are also people who understand Lao Gao's intentions and the concessions he had to make due to his status.

Xie Feng smiled, "Do you want to have dinner with us?"

After breakfast, in the classroom.

Chang Cheng lay on the table and tugged at Xie Feng's arm, "Brother Feng~Xiao Fengfeng~Ah Xie~"

Xie Feng pulled it back, "What are you doing? Are you full?"

Chang Cheng approached him, "Do you have a cigarette?"

Xie Feng looked at him as if he was insane, "I look like a smoker?"

Chang Cheng wilted, "Oh, I'll just ask casually. Does anyone have cigarettes? I miss An Jia."

Xie Feng rubbed his goosebumps: "What do you want him to do? We had dinner together just now."

Chang Cheng was depressed, "That's right, why did I forget to ask him for it?"

Xie Feng was more depressed than him, "...does he smoke?"

Chang Cheng: "You two have been playing games since you were young, you don't even know he smokes? How about I, who just met for a month?"

Xie Feng: ...

He really didn't know that An Jia smoked, probably not long ago, he thought, he had to ask when he got back.

Just when Xie Feng started to wander again, Chen Lin at the door called again, "The teacher is here, the teacher is here."

The noise in the class stopped abruptly. The math teacher entered the classroom with high heels. Xie Feng sat so close that she could see the powder on her face falling down with her movements...

Xie Feng moved his eyes away, thinking about how to find a comfortable sleeping position for this class.

Before he could figure it out, the math teacher yelled, "Class!"

The squad leader yelled "Stand up!"

Then the whole class got up half dead, dragging their throats weakly: "Hello, teacher—"

The math teacher nodded, and the monitor shouted again: "Sit down!"

Xie Feng is very disgusted with this kind of formalism. Class C should have the appearance of Class C. Isn't it a basic operation to play around and sit well before class?

But every time the math teacher comes, he has to go through this kind of battle when the leader comes to attend the class, which is really annoying.

Yes, and then it was time to start a long speech. The math teacher stood on the podium with a loudspeaker and spit all over the place: "What kind of mental outlook do you have? Do you look like a senior high school student?" The voice was harsh and continued.

Xie Feng covered his ears in pain. This kind of sound was a kind of torture to him. In fact, since the math teacher's voice was so loud, she didn't need to bring a loudspeaker at all.

Xie Feng had to die every time he took a math class, and Xie Feng was determined again to apply to Teacher Ding for a seat change.

Someone below answered in a low voice:

"What does a senior high school student look like? Isn't it human?"

"School seniors are human beings, and we are also human beings. Rounding it up, we look like senior high school students."

The suppressed laughter below joined together.

The math teacher's tirade was still going on, Xie Feng thought desperately: Why doesn't she become a political teacher.

After a class was finally over, Xie Feng had already had half a tube of blood, he stood up and wanted to go out to get some air, but the math teacher stopped him, "Xie Feng, come with me." Then he turned and left the classroom .

Xie Feng followed the math teacher inexplicably, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

He and the math teacher came to an open space in front of the classroom, which is what the students call a "small square", and took out a report card and handed it to him, "Look, this is the report card of our class, and the statistics are The comprehensive results of several major exams in your second year of high school, as well as the final results of your second year of high school."

Xie Feng took it, not knowing why, "I know this, what's the problem?"

The math teacher had a look of resentment, "What's the problem?! It's a big problem! Show me your final score, and you only got 25 points in math?"

Xie Feng shrugged: "I have been bad at math since I was a child, and I can do anything else."

The math teacher's tone was very bad, "Then what do you want to do? Do you need me to repeat the importance of mathematics in the third year of high school? You are so good in other subjects, if you can score another [-] points in mathematics, it will be great!"

Xie Feng: "I don't want to, I just want to be unknown, I think that's fine."

The math teacher was terribly annoyed by his indifferent expression, "How can you get into a good university like this!"

Xie Feng smiled, "Teacher, studying is my own business. I will learn it if I want to. Don't waste your time on me. I will learn it when I figure it out."

The math teacher waved his hand feebly: "Go ahead, go ahead, kids these days have big ideas, so you have to figure it out as soon as possible, you can't delay your homework in the third year of high school."

Xie Feng said "um", and turned back to the classroom. In fact, he understands the math teacher's intentions. He just doesn't want to learn now, and he will want to learn when he reaches a certain level. Well, he just lacks a motivation, a "mountain" that makes him want to cross no matter what and try his best.

Evening study.

An Jia took out a large book from the hole in the table, took out a piece of paper from the inside, spread it out on the clean table, looked carefully, on the front was written the big characters written by Xie Feng with a fine-painted brush, "A Call for Higher Education" .

He quietly tore it off at the entrance of the restaurant during physical education class. After two days in the book, it has become flat.

An Jia felt that he was sick, and didn't know what to think at the time, so she wanted to tear him off. For him, everything that passed through Xie Feng's hands was different.

He still keeps all the sentences that Xie Feng wrote on a whim—Xie Feng would show him every time he finished writing, so I just gave it to him by the way.He kept the things written by Xie Feng stroke by stroke, and he pretended to be affectionate that the sentences that were so affectionate were specially written for him.

"Don't look at the prosperity, don't love the world, the scenery in your eyes is all about you."

Well, me too, I see you all.

"Never servile, never slavish, with a look of arrogance between her brows, that's what I love."

That's you, you're just the way I like it.

……

An Jia couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. If she liked it, why didn't she find out until now after so many years?He thought to himself, maybe it was because he had never been separated from Xie Feng for so many days before, leaving Xie Feng's own Buddhist enchantment, he finally returned to vulgarity?Want to try the nest grass?It's really exciting.

I felt sorry for An Jia's deskmate, and witnessed the whole process of Gao Leng Bingshan starting to giggle and even talk to himself after taking out a piece of paper.

He quickly straightened his head and shouted in his heart: I am still a child!Why did I see the iceberg melt!The world is crazy!

At the same time, Xie Feng finished his homework and began to scribble. The sky at five or six o'clock in the dinner room appeared in his mind. He pondered for a while and wrote:

"Today's evening is beautiful.

Gradually dark blue, blue, sky blue, fish belly white, dim yellow, deep black.

Distant bright stars, and pale cloud lines across the field of vision.

The grand scene is like an aurora, with bright lights and faint human voices.

I am still alive. "

An Jia silently made up her mind: he wanted to write him a letter, to show him his heart, otherwise he didn't deserve to like him, not worthy of the kind he liked, with a haughty look between his brows.

The author has something to say:

This turmoil can be regarded as Xiao Xu’s personal experience. There are many problems in the article that have not been resolved, such as why he did that in the first year of high school. In fact, I also want to know. I haven’t gotten an answer to this question in real life. After thinking about it for a long time, I can't think of a reason that is both reasonable and satisfying to me. Maybe some things are really unreasonable.The reason for sharing this story with him is, who hasn't passed the second year of middle school?Who hasn't done one or two passionate things in their youth that moved them?Life is so ordinary, it is difficult to learn to live wonderfully in ordinary life, but there is nothing wrong with it.I sincerely hope that you who see here can have a youth without regrets, ?(????`)

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He wants to write him a letter and show him his heart, otherwise he doesn't deserve to like him.

Adapted from Shen Congwen: My liver and intestines are broken.If I don’t give you a nice letter tonight, and if I don’t show you my heart, I don’t deserve to love you, and I don’t deserve your love.

ps: The last high school doggerel is really amazing!The freshman in our school is really talented...