Moon Huaying in the Deep Forest

At 09:30 in the evening, the evening self-study of our non-graduation grades is over.The school radio was so loud that it sent me home all the way.I washed an apple and ate it as usual, then sat back at the desk, and finally couldn't resist opening the drawer and turning on the phone.

Why does he want my contact information?

A user named "phosphorus pentoxide" sent a friend application, and the verification information filled in was: "I am phosphorus pentoxide."

Although he didn't say his real name, he would send me a friend request, and there was really no one else except Lin Wuhua.I approved the friend request and put him in the "Classmates" group.

I sent a: "halo" in the past, waited for 2 minutes, did not receive any reply.I turned around and threw the phone on the bed, took a few deep breaths, and stroked my hair again: I haven’t received a reply anyway, so let’s study hard first!

When I was about to go to bed after eleven o'clock, I found out that he replied to my message, and even replied a full screen.

22:11

"Halo"

"Have you finished your homework?"

"I don't have much homework in the freshman year of high school."

22:35

"?"

"ignore me?"

23:26

"an hour has passed"

"unacceptable"

"[Journal: Count the ten sins of Mr. 'Let me open a bookstore']"

ha?What's this?I clicked on the link, glanced at the content and immediately exited.Oh, I almost forgot, "Let me open a bookstore" is my screen name.I clicked on the link again: "First, 'Let me open a bookstore', guilty of arrogance..."

I wondered: Is he so familiar? He obviously looks very cold.

How should I reply him?

I wrote too much in the chat box, then deleted it bit by bit, and finally just said: "Sorry."

He asked me: "Can I ask you to study together in the future?"

"Okay, if you are lazy, I will give you a punch"

"Ha ha!"

After chatting for a while, my sleepy life was gone.I turned off the silent on my phone, took out a biology book from my schoolbag, and went to bed after memorizing the knowledge points for a while.

I double-checked several times, and the mute was indeed turned off by me, and the volume of the ringtone was also turned down by me.But that night, the phone really didn't ring.

After that, he didn't send me any message for several days.I'm afraid he's busy, so I don't want to and I don't have any reason to bother him.So we lost touch again.Occasionally, when I was doing my homework, I would be disturbed by the sound of text messages. I would rush to open the drawer and click to see that the sender was China Unicom.

I muted my phone and turned it back on.Mute is a practical good thing.

A long time passed, so long that I almost forgot to wait for news from Lin Wuhua.I gradually returned to the previous state: I only looked at my phone on Sunday every week, and usually turned it off and locked it in a drawer.

Unknowingly, my first year of high school was unreasonably divided into two time periods: before meeting Lin Wuhua and after meeting Lin Wuhua.On the Sunday night after the midterm exam, I turned on the phone as usual, only to find that Lin Wuhua had sent me several messages on Tuesday.He asked me if I had time on weekends, and invited me to study in the county library.

It's Sunday night and I completely missed the news.I apologized to him, saying that I usually only check my phone on Sunday night, and he was really sorry for not replying these days.

Several messages came in from him:

"It's okay, it's not a big deal."

"Your study habits are pretty good / praise"

"So can I go next weekend?"

"County Library."

I refused.The county library is too far away from my home, and it is unrealistic to walk there. How about taking a taxi?It costs 30 yuan for a round trip. After a long time, I don't know how much it will cost on the road.

He asked: "Where should I go to study? You said that I can ask you to study, so I won't break my promise. /Knock/Knock/Knock"

I replied: "No, what I promised you must be done. How about the self-study room? The self-study room on campus."

There are several empty classrooms on the third floor of our school that have been turned into study rooms, which are also open on holidays, and are much cheaper than off-campus study rooms, but there are more restrictions: if it is an off-campus study room, you can leave at any time, but our school The third floor of the high school has a very strict opening and closing time, and we must "advance and retreat" with the senior high school students in the building.In order to prevent students who come in and out at will from disturbing the senior high school students who are in class, students are not allowed to come and go freely in the self-study room on campus.

Who wants to have to get up early every day from the first year of high school and the second year of high school?

In addition, the first and second graders of our school are in the same building and use the same schedule, and the senior graders use another schedule with two extra classes.For the sake of quietness, the third floor is quite far from the south building where the first and second students are located, so the first and second students don't like to go there, and the third students don't have so much spare time.

In short, the self-study room in the school has become the most tasteless place. The teachers do not love the students and are often quite deserted.

To my surprise, he said, yes.

I asked him, "Don't you hate it?"

He replied: "It's the same everywhere."

That's the end of my conversation with him.I scrolled up and down, staring at the chat page, looking at these few words over and over again.

The screen of my mobile phone went black suddenly, and I pressed it twice, only to find that I had exhausted the available time limit set for the screen.

Did an hour pass before you knew it?How did time go by so fast?

As agreed, we handed in the application form, signed the letter of guarantee, paid for the study room, and applied for the study room respectively.He is sitting on my left.

The head teacher handed me an ugly badge and told me that this is the study room pass for this semester, and it will be valid until the next semester starts.

"Don't lose it." Old Liu said.

When I was handing in the application form, he asked me again: "Are you sure? You have to go to the third floor this semester. The third floor is dead cold in winter."

I nodded: "OK."

He patted me very relievedly: "Then study hard."

In the next half semester, I don't know if it is a psychological effect, but I always feel that the teacher values ​​me more.I was busy working under the guidance of my teacher, and I did what he asked me to do; he pointed me in a direction, and I buried myself in that direction.Maybe the days of high school are as simple as that.

Our teacher is right, the third floor of the high school in winter is indeed dead cold, it is so cold that people have headaches.

It is said that there is fire in July, but before the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the cold wind swaggered to this small town.The third floor became cold and humid, and the room was gloomy and cold, with cool wind blowing into the room from the window frame, which made people uncomfortable.

Because it's too cold, some people don't want to come again, and would rather spend the money in vain than take another step into this house;In short, there are fewer and fewer people, and there is a lack of "popularity" in the room, so it gets colder and colder.

After a vicious cycle, the study room, which was already empty of people, became deserted.In winter, when the biting cold wind finally visited the city, the study room where Lin Wuhua and I were located was actually the only two of us still persisting.

At first I just heard that the conditions here are not good, but now that I have experienced it myself, I feel even more guilty: If I hadn’t proposed to come here at first, Lin Wuhua would not have been exposed to the cold.But he even looked like he was having fun with it, and would come up to me from time to time, whispering some small things about the third floor to me through the plastic baffle between every two tables.

On a Saturday morning, he murmured to me: "This small building is so poorly built, the location is poorly chosen, and it's far away from the boiler room. Maybe the heating water won't get through in winter."

"Yeah, this location is so unreasonable. Such a big campus, the third floor is chosen here. There are few people, and the room is cold. When the room is cold, there are fewer people."

He smiled and asked me: "Do you want me to trick my buddies here?"

"Huh? How to lie?"

"I can tell them that our house has heating and a small sun, making it look like a palace."

I wanted to laugh at everything he said, and this man seemed to have the ability to make me laugh as soon as he opened his mouth: "Why did you lie to them?"

"Cheat them to us as a human-shaped stove. If there are more people, it will be warmer!"

I couldn't help laughing, and I was afraid of disturbing the class that was in class, so I covered my mouth with my school uniform sleeve and lay down on the table: "How can this be, your friend is so miserable."

He also pursed his lips into a smile, then shook his head: "Forget it, don't lie to them to come, let those sticks stay where they are warmer, they will only ruin my business if they come."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Guess, if you can't guess, I won't tell you."

I straightened my back and sat up straight, looking down at the materials sent by the school: "I don't have time to guess. Besides, if I have the ability to guess, I won't ask you."

I could feel him staring at me, and I turned my head to avoid his gaze: "Mathematics is too difficult, I have to study hard."

Seeing me like this, he stopped staring at me: "Well, I can teach you."

I nodded.

In fact, he is not very good at mathematics, at least not in the top ten of his class. Both of us knew it well, but neither of us said anything else.

Why spoil the scenery.

I said that I want to learn mathematics, but my mind is not on mathematics at all at the moment, but I have already spoken, so I can only lean on my chin and stare at the neatly arranged questions on the page in a daze.

Maybe he saw it, or maybe he didn't.He leaned over and asked me: "Do you want to hear a few jokes?" I didn't really want to hear it, but when the words came to my mouth, I had to turn a corner, so I said: "Okay."

Then he said that he stayed up late a few days ago, got up too late the next day, and was in a hurry to boil the water, but it was still too late, so the water was still boiling hot when he went out.He could only bite the bullet and pour boiling water into the bottle. After filling, he stood the bottle on the dining table, and it exploded immediately, and the broken glass scattered all over the floor.He packed it in a hurry and rushed to school. He made a mistake and forgot his schoolbag on the sofa at home.I wanted to run home to get my schoolbag, but found that the school gate was locked and I couldn't get out.

He said: "I didn't know what happened the night before. I was very diligent, and I carried several books home. As a result, my schoolbag was left at home, and I had to attend a few classes empty-handed. That's all. A few homework papers were stuck in the middle of the schoolbag, and I couldn’t hand in the homework in the end, so I stood behind the class for almost a whole morning. I’m already a sophomore in high school, and I got several rulers from the head teacher on my hand, don’t you think it’s bad luck?”

After he finished speaking, he smiled softly as if he felt a little weak.He told it as a joke, but I couldn't hear it as a joke.

I asked him: "Have you been beaten yet? Does it hurt? Did the broken cup hurt your hand?"

He was still poor-mouthed: "You care about me so much?"

I didn't want to answer his questions, and he didn't answer mine.I turned my head away again, completely ignoring him.

He patted me on the shoulder, but I still ignored him and turned my head harder, thinking to myself: You are a person with such good grades, you must be able to see from the back of my head that I am so angry that I am about to bubble at this moment Bar?

I don't know if he really had a heart-to-heart connection, but he made a rather helpless look, and stretched out his hand in front of my eyes: "Look, look, Doctor Xia, there is no injury at all. I am already such a big person, a few hands can give me How can I be beaten up? I can’t take good care of myself. Besides, how can a teacher really be willing to beat his own students to death? Our class teacher beats people just for the sake of scaring other students. It doesn’t hurt at all. If there is anything that makes me depressed, it is that it is a bit embarrassing to lead the hand in front of the whole class.”

After hearing what he said, I thought it made sense, but I didn't dare to believe it 100%. I pinched the tip of his index finger and looked back and forth several times before I felt relieved: "Didn't you say the bottle was broken? I thought it would scratch if it wasn’t burned.”

"It's filled with boiling water, it's so hot, I must have held it near the mouth of the cup, and I let go of it the moment it broke, so it's really fine. Don't worry." He patted me on the shoulder.

No burns or scratches, which is a good thing, but almost immediately I had a new worry: "Then how did you bring water when you went to school recently?"

In fact, it's not my turn to think about it anyway.How could there be only one cup at home?What's more, what's the use of me thinking about it?But I just can't help worrying.

"As long as the water is not hot, there is nothing wrong with bottled mineral water. In the days to come, let's talk about it later."

After hearing him say this, I wanted to laugh again: "You will definitely deal with it."

He smacked his lips, imitating the mental health teacher in our school, squinting his eyes and said: "Oh, isn't that how men live, life, life."