evening mountain [rebirth]

Met with Jun Chu

When He Wanshan woke up, he found himself lying on the floor of the attic.

After the three summers, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. On the acacia tree in the yard, the summer cicadas that have just crawled out of the soil for less than half a month are screaming hoarsely about the heat.

The room was scorchingly hot, and the sun shone on the floor like whipped cream with a frosting.

He Wanshan stared at the light reflected from the ceiling for a moment, and only after he regained his consciousness did he realize that he seemed to be trapped in a long dream.

What is the dream?He Wanshan sat on the edge of the bed with his hands propped up on the ground, and looked out the window with empty eyes.

The shadow of the acacia tree in the yard is shining, and the sunlight is soaked purely among the thick branches, as if floating on a lush deep sea, and the eyes are full of gentle water patterns.

Probably a very long and sad dream.

He didn't remember the specific content of the dream, but only remembered that at the end of the dream, someone held his hand and said he would take him away. He agreed to that person contentedly, but the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling.

Perhaps it was because everything he experienced in the dream was too real. When he first woke up from the dream, he looked at the familiar white-walled Sophora japonica outside the window, but deep in his heart there was a kind of confusion from another world, like an ice cube that had been frozen for too long. A little shattered and melted under the sun, stinging, dilapidated and sluggish.

He Wanshan shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. He had already passed the age where he would be sad because of a little thing. He still had a lot of things to do, and he didn't have time or energy to spend on a vague dream.

What's more, today is a very important day for him.

Three months ago, Mr. Liu, who coached him in the city's high school competitions, used the first prizes he won in two national competitions last year to win him a place in a key high school in Beijing for the special examination.He prepared hard for more than two months, and he finally lived up to Teacher Liu's expectations of him. The admission notice had been mailed to him from Beijing a few days ago.

He had read the admissions profile of that school. Because it was a private school, the school's tuition fees were very high, and most of the students it recruited were local students from wealthy families. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a so-called "noble" school.

And for students like him, the school’s special recruitment quota is actually to train them to win prizes in competitions in various disciplines. As long as they can meet the school’s requirements and pass the exam, the school will not only waive tuition and miscellaneous fees, but also provide additional food subsidies every month. Accommodation fees, and those with particularly excellent grades can also get recommended places in some colleges and universities.

To be honest, He Wanshan didn't want to go to such a far place to study at first.

He didn't have much longing for the bustling and noisy cities in the north. Perhaps it was his childhood experience that made him understand the importance of family members. After his father passed away, his only wish was to go to university and find a stable job in a place close to home after graduation. to spend his old age with his grandfather who is handicapped.

But Teacher Liu took a fancy to his ability and hoped that he could transfer to a big city to get a better education.Grandpa also strongly supported him to go to Beijing when he knew about it.

He Wanshan walked to the desk by the window and took out a brocade box from the bottom drawer of the desk.

The brocade box was opened, and there was a police badge lying quietly inside.

This is the last relic left to him by his father who died in the line of duty.

"Father, I'm going to Beijing. If you were still here, you should be happy for me." He Wanshan lowered his eyes and gently wiped the dust off the police badge with a fine velvet cloth.

His memory of his father is actually very vague.Due to professional reasons, the family did not leave a photo of his father back then, and only a box of ashes and a blood-stained police badge were sent home after the sacrifice.

He was only five years old when his father died on the Yunnan border.

When grandpa took him tremblingly on crutches to attend the funeral in Yunnan, he didn't know that the man lying in the coffin who would never wake up was his father, let alone that this was his first time, and also See him for the last time.

He only remembered the stubborn but silent profile of his grandfather. It was the coldest day of the year in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

From east to west, they rushed from the water village where the cold wave was approaching to Yunnan, where spring is always like spring. The plane carried them at an altitude of 6000 meters across the entire bitter winter, and finally mourned them in the sunny warm spring. home son with father.

Young people are always ignorant and fearless. At that time, he didn't understand the weight of death. Everyone was sad. Only he looked at the man with closed eyes in the coffin, just like he looked at his mother carrying a suitcase in a daze. Like when I left home.

"Xiaoqiao, haven't you cleaned up yet?" Grandpa called him outside the door leaning on a cane.

"Mr. Liu's car is already at the door, don't let the teacher wait too long."

"Grandpa, I'll pack it up right away." He Wanshan came back from the memory, answered, put the police badge into the brocade box and carefully put it into the suitcase, and hurried out of the room with the luggage.

Teacher Liu was already waiting at the door: "Xiaoqiao, are your luggage ready?"

Xiaoqiao was his nickname. When he was given the name, the fortune teller in the village said that his fate was too light and intelligent, which would hurt him.

So I gave him a nickname with "bridge", and borrowed the centuries-old stone bridge at the head of the village to protect his life and ensure his safe growth.

"Miss Liu, everything is ready." He Wanshan put the suitcase into the trunk of the car.

"Then we, Xiaoqiao, will trouble Teacher Liu." Grandpa was old and his legs and feet were inconvenient, so he couldn't take him to the station in person, so he asked Teacher Liu to give him a ride.

Hearing this, Liu Linjing quickly waved his hand: "No trouble, Xiaoqiao can pass the exam and go to school in Beijing, I'm too happy to be a teacher."

"That's also thanks to Teacher Liu's cultivation."

"Xiaoqiao, remember to call grandpa when you arrive in Beijing." Grandpa stood by the car window and babbled. The cloth bag stuffed into the car contained a small bundle of hundred-yuan bills tied with rubber bands. The money I saved was originally intended to be used for your college education. Now that you are going to study in Beijing, you should take it first. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing. If you miss grandpa, tell grandpa, my old Bones can still go to Beijing."

"Grandpa, it's true that you take good care of yourself." He Wanshan sniffed and suppressed the sourness in his eyes with a smile, "Don't be so drunk that you don't know how to go home. No one will take it when I leave." Go out in the middle of the night with a flashlight to find you."

Even though he said so, He Wanshan himself knew that his grandfather was not greedy for alcohol.In the past, I just had a few drinks with the neighbors in the village during New Years and festivals. The first time I got drunk was the day when I took my father's ashes home.

There are three great tragedies in life: the loss of a father in childhood, the loss of a wife in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age. He knew how much the death of his father had hit his grandfather, and he also knew who it was for him to choose to support this life again in his dying years. Home.

"Hmph." The old man murmured in a low voice with his mouth puckered, "Grandpa listens to you, don't drink anymore."

After speaking, he felt uneasy, and held the window of the car with his hand and began to chatter again: "Xiaoqiao, you have to listen to grandpa and take care of yourself. Don't worry about money or anything. This year's spring silkworm harvest is good. Grandpa will go to the cocoon station in a few days. Press the cocoon and sell it for money."

"I know about Grandpa." He Wanshan stuffed the cloth bag containing the money back into Grandpa's hand, "But I don't need the money, the school is exempt from tuition and miscellaneous fees, and it also provides board and lodging subsidies every month. I study hard and get more money." Participate in the competition, and use the scholarship to buy grandpa new clothes for you when you come back from the winter vacation."

"You child—" the old man said as he was about to stuff the cloth bag containing money into the car.

He Wanshan didn't give his grandfather a chance, rolled up the window and shouted to Mr. Liu in the driver's seat: "Mr. Liu, let's go, or we won't be able to catch the train."

Teacher Liu didn't speak, and started the car with a smile.

This is the car he borrowed from the principal. When he knew that his students were going to transfer to Beijing, although the principal was reluctant to give up, he was also happy that the students could go to a better school.

Liu Linjing glanced at the child sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

Xiaoqiao is a smart and sensible boy. This is what every teacher who has taught He Wanshan has said.

They all like this gentle and well-behaved child, and they all understand that this sensibility stems from a family's misfortune and a broken childhood.

So when he heard that a private high school with very good teachers in Beijing was recruiting special students, he tried his best to win a chance for this child.

The car started slowly, and the wheels bumped slightly when they ran over the stone road.

The old man chased the car and walked a few steps, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he watched them leave quietly with a cane.

He Wanshan knows this stubborn old man very well, he is not afraid of loneliness but only afraid that he will become a burden to his children.He never regrets letting his children choose their own lives, just like supporting his father's transfer to the border of Yunnan.

He Wanshan squinted his eyes and looked back at the old house that had been with him for 17 years.It was midsummer, and the acacia flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, and the slightly hot air was filled with a sweet and soft fragrance of flowers.After decades of wind and rain, the ancient white walls and blue tiles are as gentle as a tear-jerking watercolor painting under the golden sunlight.

So he turned his head and stopped looking, the car gradually drove out of the town, leaving everything he was familiar with behind.

He Wanshan looked at the flying scenery outside the car window. This was the second time in his life that he experienced the real feeling of parting. It was not sad, but there was a faint peeling and dull pain of forced separation.

Teacher Liu drove for nearly two hours to get him to the train station in the city.Before leaving, Teacher Liu gave him a backpack containing a bag of apples and some snacks.

He Wanshan smiled and said goodbye to Teacher Liu, then turned around and dragged the suitcase to board the train.He understands that the teacher can only send him here, and he can only walk alone on the next road.

Fifteen minutes later, the gentle voice of the flight attendant came from the radio, and the train started slowly from slow to fast, and the scenery on the roadside was quickly left behind by him.

He Wanshan found a carefully packaged book in his backpack.This is one of his favorite poetry collections, "Poetry and the Distance" by Mr. Qi Nianzeng.

Opening the brand new cover, on the blank page before the preface, "There will be a time when the wind and the waves break" is written in strong pen and ink, and the inscription is "To the student He Wanshan".

He Wanshan smiled in relief, the tension and uneasiness that had settled in his heart disappeared because of this simple sentence.

Outside the car window, the surging Yangtze River surged into the sea.

The high-speed train finally stopped at Beijing South Railway Station, and an elegant and sweet notification sound informed passengers that their destination had arrived.

He Wanshan took his luggage and walked out of the train station. The scene in front of him was a bustling town that was completely different from that of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. There were traffic, towering skyscrapers, and unfamiliar concrete ground. The land under his feet was no longer there. It was the wet yellow mud on the bank of the river in his hometown, and the sweltering air made He Wanshan feel the sadness of leaving his hometown for the first time in his life.

He Wanshan found out the note that Mr. Liu handed him before he got on the bus, which detailed the route from Beijing South Railway Station to Licheng High School.

He Wanshan took the subway first and then transferred to the bus according to the platform written on the paper. His sense of direction was not strong, and the subway and bus were too crowded. Along the way, He Wanshan stared closely at the platform prompts on the car door, for fear of I sat down and stood.

Fortunately, although the journey was crowded, it went smoothly. Licheng High School was not difficult to find. When He Wanshan got off the bus, the gate of Licheng High School was less than 50 meters away from the platform.

He Wanshan found his admission notice and ID card from the suitcase. After the guard confirmed his identity, he asked him to rest at the security guard first. After a while, a teacher from the Academic Affairs Office would come to take him into the school.

But maybe at his age, it is too rare for him to come to Beijing to go to school alone. When he was waiting at the police station with his suitcase, he attracted the attention of many students who were attending classes in the nearby gymnasium.A few tall boys ran over and asked him if he was waiting for his brothers and sisters to finish class.

He Wanshan was not used to other people's curious eyes, and he didn't know how to answer the other party's fact that he came to school.In fact, he was not short at the original school, 172, and if he grows longer, he may grow to 1.8 meters.

But here, any boy passing by is half a head taller than him, and his physique looks much stronger than him.

But fortunately, the Dean of Education quickly rescued him.

It seems that students in every school have a natural fear of the dean of teaching. Seeing the dean of teaching coming over with the cadres of the student union, a few students who still wanted to chat with him scattered away.

The director of academic affairs wondered what a group of people were doing at the police station from afar, but when he got closer, he immediately understood.

It is always easy for people to have a good impression of people with good looks.

The new special recruits are handsome and gentle, with a good temper and friendly appearance. It's no wonder that these carefree brats don't take physical education well, and they come all over to talk to pugs like pugs.

If he came later, maybe there would be a group of girls around here.

The director of academic affairs cleared his throat, and felt that it was necessary to mention "the school prohibits puppy love" when introducing the school to the special admissions.

"Hi teacher, my name is He Wanshan." He Wanshan stood up and greeted the dean obediently.

The dean of teaching affairs nodded kindly: "Student He Wanshan, the school has already understood your situation. The students from the student union will help you move your luggage and bedding for accommodation to the dormitory building. Now you and I will go to the teaching affairs office to collect your luggage. Check out your campus card, textbooks, and school uniforms, and I'll take you to meet your class teacher later."

Saying that, the two tall boys who followed the dean volunteered to carry the suitcase and run to the administration building to get the bedding. The dean smiled and led him towards the administration building with his hands behind his back.

The administrative building of Licheng High School is less than 100 meters away from the school entrance. He Wanshan followed the dean of teaching affairs and took the elevator up to the sixth floor. Outside the window of the corridor are four interconnected teaching buildings built on the hillside.

The dean of teaching took him to the student office in the middle of the sixth floor. The teacher in the student office took his ID card and entered his information in the school system, and then gave him two campus cards: "One is a meal card and one is a meal card." Zhang is the water card, and the meal card is used in the school cafeteria, supermarkets and vending machines, and there is a recharge place next to each dormitory building, but if it is lost, it must be reissued at the student office."

"Special enrollment has a monthly meal card with a quota of 2000 yuan, a water card with a quota of 2000 yuan, and an additional allowance of [-] yuan. The unused quota will be accumulated every month. At the end of the term, it will be combined with allowances and scholarships. into the bank account the school opened for you."

"So much?" He Wanshan opened his eyes subconsciously. Before he came, he only knew that the school would waive the board, lodging, tuition and miscellaneous fees for special enrollment, but he didn't expect that the private schools in Beijing were so rich.

"This is the school's investment." The dean explained to him without any surprises. "Every year, there are many students who want to take the road of special recruitment, and those who can pass the exam are one in a million. The school invests in talents. It will not be stingy.”

"Of course, you don't have to feel pressured. The prices in Beijing are not low. Except for accommodation, this kind of expense is normal for a child of your age. Since you have passed the exam, the school cannot let you be affected by material problems. Study." The dean of teaching reassured, "You go to Teacher Bai to get the textbooks first, and I will take you to the classroom after you get the textbooks."

He Wanshan nodded, and Teacher Bai who was sitting on the other side quickly stood up to help him get the textbooks for the second semester of the second year of high school.

He Wanshan took advantage of Teacher Bai to find him a physics textbook to roughly look at the chapters of the chemistry textbook. Most of them were the content he had learned. Learning, it shouldn't be too much effort to keep up with the progress now.

And at this moment, the Dean of Academic Affairs who was standing by the door didn't know what he saw, and changed his amiable appearance just now, and suddenly let out an angry roar.

"Over there! Stop!!"

He Wanshan was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction the dean was looking at.

The young man who appeared outside the door was tall, with dazzling red hair, probably because he was squatting to hold his textbooks. From the bottom up, he was a full head taller than the academic director.

"Yu Ran, Class [-], Grade [-]! Come here for me!!"

The author says:

The timeline is back to ten years ago, but He Wanshan doesn't fully remember what happened before his rebirth;

So the two people still meet for the first time, but (no spoilers);

Anyway, it's a story that makes up for regrets