Focus on the scene

◎It’s okay, I know it all◎

After brainstorming in the morning, the task in the afternoon is naturally mind mapping.Everyone was taken to the self-study room on the third floor. Everyone put the two newly obtained sketch papers on the table, and on one of the papers, according to Teacher Lin's request, the text version of thinking centered on "I" was started. Diverge.

The divergence time is 10 minutes. After writing, it needs to be handed over to Mr. Lin for review. If Mr. Lin nods his head and thinks there is no problem, then he can take out another new paper to draw the mind map.

The mention of "I" is nothing more than a set similar to self-introduction, what is my name, how many people are in my family, where do I come from, what is my personality, what are my specialties, what are my hobbies, what are my dreams...

Ji Huai doesn't want to introduce his family members, and he doesn't really want to introduce himself, so what can he introduce if he doesn't introduce himself?Ji Huai couldn't think of anything else, and after thinking about it, he was cruel, thinking that it would be a big deal, so he unscrewed the pen cap, and extended from "I" to three first-level branches, hobbies, specialties, and dreams.

The hobbies are fairly simple, and the second-level branches extended from it are eating and playing. Ji Huai is not clear about what he likes to play, so he wrote games, and there are many more about what he likes to eat, which can be extended to many, many third-levels. branch, but for the convenience of drawing later, Ji Huai did not dare to write more, so he only wrote about noodles, hot pot, and crayfish.

In fact, Ji Huai is not too picky about food, and he doesn't particularly like or dislike food. He will think of these three things immediately, just because they are all related to the scenery world.

Looking at these three kinds of food, Ji Huai was fascinated, and his eyes unconsciously deviated to the lonely "game" behind "love to play". , wrote "tourism" after the line.

He likes to travel, maybe because of the beautiful scenery he has never seen, or maybe because of that person.

Ji Huai felt that a door to a new world opened in front of him.

Jingjie used to do mind mapping exercises for a long time to write things. Every day, he randomly chooses a central word for himself, and then uses it to diverge for 10 minutes.This kind of divergence is difficult at first, but when the mind is opened, it is much easier.But he has never done divergent thinking exercises about "I".

It's hard for him because he doesn't like to lie.

Jing Jie didn't want to explore his personality, he didn't want to talk about private topics like family, and he didn't want to talk about hobbies and wishes, because even he didn't know what he liked and wanted.

Yes, he doesn't know what he wants.This is the confusion he has never shown to anyone.

What is the end of the road?He created such a photo album to collect all kinds of roads, but he still couldn't find the answer.

He used to think that he liked to write, but after writing a lot and submitting for publication, he felt that it was boring. He wrote about those things, or the ideal made people disdainful, or the realistic one made people sad, digging deeper into himself The pain and confusion in the heart, looking for in life to express a feeling that has never been experienced, is very tiring, and after a long time, you will get bored and feel boring.

Some people think that he likes painting more. Indeed, painting is much better than writing articles, because painting does not need to be specific, and emotions are contained in shapes and colors. He is only responsible for painting, and he does not need to think deeply about what he wants to paint. , only one kind of feeling is needed, as for what this feeling is, it is all left to the person who sees the painting to experience it for himself.This is much better than text, because text is sometimes pale, and too many detailed descriptions will overdraw his emotions, while artistic blank or blurring will make some readers feel "stopping abruptly" and "unintelligible", Angry, feeling like I wasted minutes of my life for nothing.The painting is different, even if the deep meaning contained in the painting is put aside, the painting itself is beautiful, and it can make people sigh awesome.

Jingjie doesn't feel like writing or drawing.Because whether he writes or draws, it is just for recording and venting.What he really wants is to vent his emotions, if he can't do it with writing, then he paints.

As much as I don't want to admit it, this is indeed the truth.

Putting aside all appearances and looking at the essence, he is just a confused high school student. Like many confused high school students, he studies desperately, but he doesn't know what it is for, and he doesn't know what is waiting for him at the end of the road.

Quite sad.Jing Jie didn't want to be so sad, so when there were 5 minutes left in the time, he made a decision, closed the pen cap, and left only a small "I" in the middle of the white paper.

Teacher Lin was puzzled by such an answer sheet, and asked Jing Jie what it meant in front of other students.

Ji Huai was also at a loss, sitting on his seat looking at Jing Jie's straight figure, feeling a little worried.

There was still no expression on the scene, and the voice was not loud. I tried my best to put aside the usual coolness and sincerely apologized to Mr. Lin, saying: "I don't know about me."

Just because of those seven words, Jing Jie was taken out of the classroom by Teacher Lin to talk alone.

The rest of the students sat in the classroom, whispered a few words with their companions, and began to draw their own mind maps.

Ji Huai was a little fidgety, staring at the white paper and kept turning the pen, not knowing what to do.

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly, Ji Huai paused, took it out and looked, it was six words from Jingjie: You draw first, don't worry.

Talking alone is nothing to be afraid of.Mrs. Lin is a good teacher, she will not get angry because the students are out of line, but will want to explore the reasons behind the out of line.

But Jing Jie didn't want to talk about it.Wounds need to be covered up, not casually shown to strangers.

Feeling the student's persistence, Mr. Lin was very helpless, so he had to talk about some chicken soup for the soul, and decided to take the scenic spot for an afternoon off. On the one hand, he hoped that he could take this time to think about the things he didn't understand. On the other hand, he was afraid that he would feel out of place with other students when he returned to the study room.

Jing Jie rejected Mr. Lin's kindness, but decided to go back to the study room because someone was waiting for him there.

Teacher Lin agreed without saying anything.

"Are you okay?" After Jing Jie came back, Ji Huai stopped writing and asked him in a low voice.

Jing Jie glanced at the starfish on Ji Huai's drawing paper, holding a crayfish and eating happily, and shook his head, signaling him to continue drawing.

Although Ji Huai really wanted to ask clearly, but this is a classroom after all, there are so many people there, and it is still very quiet, it is inconvenient to talk, so he can only continue to draw obediently.

Ji Huai's requirements for drawing his own mind map are very simple. He only needs to use pink starfish to replace words, such as starfish noodles, starfish eating lobster, starfish eating hot pot, starfish playing games...

And of course starfish tours.

It's just that when he was painting starfish for traveling, he often drew an octopus next to the starfish.

Ji Huai felt that he might be addicted to drawing octopuses, otherwise why would he be unable to restrain himself from wanting to draw the second, third and fourth after the first one.If Jing Jie hadn't coughed lightly beside him, he would have really drawn it.

Jingjie doesn't need to draw a mind map, and he doesn't want to draw anything else for the time being, so he rests his head on one hand and looks at Ji Huai's paintings. He looks at every stroke carefully, and when Ji Huai makes a mistake, he curls up his lips and endures it. Smiling, Ji Huai finally drew a starfish with special long legs, so he slapped his hands silently twice to show his admiration.

It should be admired indeed.After all, not everyone dares to say that their specialty is legs in such a serious map.

However, the things behind the first-level branch of the wish list are quite surprising.

"Travel?" Jing Jie asked quietly.

Ji Huai nodded, "I have a lot of places I want to go."

The predecessor of "Wish List" was "Dream", but after Ji Huai thought about it, he felt that Dream was not appropriate, so he changed it to Wish List.

His wish list is very simple, one is travel, there are many places he wants to go, domestic and foreign, he has written a lot, most of them are famous mountains and rivers, and wonders in the world.As for the second, it seems a bit weird to others, because it is a secret that belongs only to him and Jingjie.

To collect memories for a lifetime.

Haixing is holding a small book, and there are pictures one by one in the book.

He said a few months ago that he wanted Jingjie to draw a diary for himself, and he kept drawing until the two of them lost contact.

But now, he wanted to never lose contact with the other party in his life.

Jing Jie understood what Ji Huai meant, and his confusion about the future and his love for those around him were intertwined, converging into a sour feeling welling up in his nose.Jing Jie didn't know how long he hadn't cried, five or six years, he had forgotten why he cried last time.

It may be a tear-jerking public service advertisement, or an extremely touching book, who knows, I have long forgotten it.The only thing he can remember is that when his parents divorced and he learned that he would never see his mother again, he stood in front of the door for a long time when his mother came home from get off work, and the corridor was always empty.

There were footsteps coming from far to near, he looked up, it was a neighbor.The tears just burst into tears and couldn't be stopped. The neighbors were frightened, thinking that something had happened.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Jing Jie suppressed his emotions and patted Ji Huai's left arm.

I could sense something from his voice, got up, "Together."

"No need." Jing Jie shook his head, walked out from the position Ji Huai vacated, pushed open the back door and went out.

Ji Huai sat down again, held the pen in a daze for a while, and remembered that he should color the painting now.

But he has no crayons.

Jing Jie felt that he was quite boring. Minors aged seventeen or eighteen should be living in the beautiful fantasy of the future, but he insisted on thinking that he was living "sober" and got in touch with those annoying problems too early. I don't understand, isn't this a self-inflicted humiliation?

He hates himself like this.But Ji Huai wanted to spend the rest of his life with him like this.

Be blind.

Jing Jie turned on the faucet, took a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

The water in winter is very icy, and it is bitingly cold when splashed on the face, which just rightly freezes the complicated emotions and freezes the tear glands.

"You are crying." Ji Huai's voice sounded from behind.

There was no mirror in front of the sink, so Jing Jie had no choice but to turn his head, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, like a lost cat on a rainy day, lonely and full of defense against the world.

Unworthy of any words, Ji Huai just took a look and felt distressed. He took a step forward, regardless of whether he would be seen, opened his arms and hugged him tightly, and said softly, "It's okay, I know it all."