do you like me

This is my third school transfer, I am used to following my parents’ work, wandering in every place, like an unmanned bus passing by one stop after another, then staying in an instant, and then leaving in a hurry , except for the smoke and dust rolled up, there is no trace left.

The new city was a bit cold, so I always felt indifferent. I stood alone at the school gate, holding a useless umbrella, and looked at it for a while.Time passed bit by bit, minute by minute, until the hand holding the umbrella handle was a little stiff from the cold, and the phone in the pocket rang.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, Mom and Dad are delayed by something. You can ask your classmates at school and report it. Mom will pick you up in the evening and make you your favorite hairy crab."

I silently listened to the explanation on the other end of the phone, and said hello out of habit.

"Hehe, you are so good. Then mom hung up, mom loves you." The phone was a bit noisy, but I could still hear it clearly.

"Mom, I..."

Before he could speak, he was hung up.

I stared at the screen for a while, the rain that came in from outside the umbrella dripped on it, blurring the screen, I raised my hand to wipe it, put the phone in my pocket, rubbed my hands, and walked in.

Because it was raining heavily and there were no students staying outside, I simply asked the doorman and walked in the direction he pointed.This school is so big that with such heavy rain, it will appear empty, adding a touch of loneliness to the supposedly vibrant campus.After walking for a while, there were several forks in between, and I lost my way unknowingly.

The dead branches swayed on the campus road, and there were thick yellow leaves that had not been cleaned up on the ground. It was soaking in the rain at this moment, and unexpectedly there was a little more fragrance of leaves. A dead leaf wobbled down from the branch. I raised my head slightly Looking over, the trajectory of the dead leaves was very irregular. When it was in the air, a person suddenly appeared not far away, so the dead leaves began to become blurred.

The man was very tall, holding a transparent umbrella, stepping on the water-logged yellow leaves, with water droplets hanging from the torrential rain, walking towards me.

"Excuse me, this classmate, how can I get to the principal's office?"

The person who came didn't pay any attention to me, but just brushed the hem of my clothes and walked by. Maybe it was raining too much and he didn't hear clearly, so I hurriedly walked a few steps towards him and grabbed his sleeve.

"Excuse me, this classmate, how can I get to the principal's office?"

The man stopped and didn't speak. His first move was to pull his sleeve from my palm, and then he slowly raised the umbrella.Slowly, the blurred face through the umbrella became clear bit by bit. The rain on the edge of the umbrella, like a broken thread, fell on the ground and landed on the back of my hand.

The man stretched his hand out of the umbrella and pointed to the building behind me.

"Just behind you." There was no ups and downs, but it was a voice suitable for this weather.

One day many years later, I vaguely remembered the first time I met Shen Qiuhan.

It was raining cold, and he stood in the pouring rain. The transparent umbrella was covered with fine raindrops, which blurred his face. When he moved, his face became clear.Then the winter wind rain, accompanied by some kind of ups and downs that is not clear, along with the falling rain, and the outstretched fingertips, secretly and inadvertently scratched my warm beating heart.For a long, long time after that, I couldn't get out of that rain curtain, my soul was trapped there, and it continued to accompany me through countless dark nights over and over again until I grew into a tree.

I froze for a moment, and then thanked him a little embarrassedly. The second I turned around, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of his wrist, which had a cut.I stopped moving, and at the moment he was about to leave, I grabbed his arm again, and then took out a band-aid from the side pocket of the schoolbag and put it in his hand.

"Your hand is hurt." I said with a smile.

The man froze for a moment, as if he wanted to say something.I didn't care, turned around and left.When I looked back, he was gone, and the rain began to blur again.

Enrollment was done very quickly. I followed the teacher and heard the noisy voices in the class from a long distance. The moment the teacher walked into the classroom, the noisy classroom suddenly became quieter, and there were many sight lines They all looked over, and I tightened the hem of my clothes a little nervously.

"Introduce yourself," said the teacher.

The people below started whispering.

I slowly raised my head, and my Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Hi everyone, my name is Zhao Xinhe. I am very happy to be in this big family and hope to get along with everyone in peace." Very ordinary introduction, dry, Uninteresting, cookie-cutter.

After the introduction, the teacher pointed to one of the seats: "You are short, sit in the front." I looked in the direction the teacher pointed, the second seat in the third group.Then I saw the classmate who had shown me the way before.

He also sat in the third row, but he sat in the last seat, looking at me with his chin up, maybe just looking at someone.A part of his sleeve fell down, revealing the beautiful wrist bones, and I saw the Band-Aid I gave him, which was stuck on his wrist.

I thanked the teacher and sat in my seat. Because I hadn’t received a new book yet, I read a copy with my deskmate in the first class. When the class was over, no one came to talk to me. Everyone regarded me as air , Even if I take the initiative to ask their names, they just look at me and answer, without too much communication.

In the next few days, nothing major happened. I was still alone, and occasionally I would communicate with my classmates. I don’t know whether it was intentional or not. They liked to call me a dwarf, but I didn’t like what they called me.

At that time, I didn't care so much. After all, I didn't know how long I would stay here. That's fine, I have to leave anyway.I commute to and from school alone, and I am very comfortable.You don't have to deliberately integrate into the group, it's fairly easy.

One day when the big break was over, I went to the bathroom and took out the trash.Before I got close, I saw a few people squatting next to the trash can, and they were from our class. They were biting cigarettes and puffing.The huge green trash can just happened to be their best cover.

When they heard footsteps, they raised their heads and looked at me. They didn't react at all when they were hit by someone smoking, they just glanced at me and continued to smoke with their heads down.The smoke rose slowly, and they were buried in the choking smoke without any discomfort.

I was carrying the garbage bag, I didn't approach it, I was going to throw it in another place, I was just about to leave, one of them dropped the cigarette on the ground, stood up and walked over quickly, reached out and grabbed my collar, my whole body When he froze, a smell of smoke came out of his mouth and sprayed on my face, making me cough several times.

"If you tell the teacher, you're dead, dwarf," he said, his tone threatening.After he finished speaking, he let me go, never looked at me again, continued to squat next to the trash can, and lit the second cigarette.

My parents told me that the students in this school are either very rich, or they are officials, or they have good grades. When I got here, it was a bit trivial. My dad stuffed a lot of money before I came in.They let me get along better with the people here, saying that they will help me in the future. Their long-term vision seems to tell me that I will stay in this school for a long time.

My parents only know this, they don’t know, in this kind of school, I’m like a different kind who broke in suddenly, I don’t belong to the rich category, I don’t belong to the power, and I don’t belong to the excellence, so no one here wants to Talk to me, call me occasionally, never just call me shorty.

I don't hate this school and the people here, but I definitely don't like it, except for the person who showed me the way in the rain.

Only he never called me, shorty.