To my dear Mr. Meng

During the final exam, Mr. Meng sat on my left.

We lived in peace all morning. I sneaked a few glances at him while I was writing, but he didn't notice. I smiled contentedly at the paper, and the invigilator didn't come over and knock on my desk.In the math test in the afternoon, I glanced at him while the test paper was turning over, but I was caught right away—he heard the sound of the paper, and just turned his face to this side.

At first, I didn’t realize that the political and educational director who invigilated the exam had already stood in front of me, until I caught a glimpse of the shadow cast on the test paper, and looked up along the way. The political and educational director’s Chinese character face had a signature smirk of a weasel greeting a chicken, and slack eyelids It almost fell to my face, and the shape of the two triangular eyes looked more and more like two sharp bone-chopping knives.

I clamped my tail tremblingly.

When the director of politics and education turned back to the podium with his hands behind his back, Mr. Meng seemed to be looking this way again from the corner of his eye.The eyes didn't listen to me at all, and quickly slipped to the side.As soon as our eyes met, he seemed to have seen something strange, and suddenly smiled at me.

I really wanted to pounce on him and kiss him on the spot.

The director of politics and education coughed loudly, and everyone in the classroom shivered involuntarily.He didn't stop during the whole exam, and later even moved the stool to the back of the classroom and sat in the aisle between me and Mr. Meng.

Although I couldn't see anyone, just hearing the sound of the test paper flipping behind the director, I was distracted for a while, and my pen was inattentive, and the test paper was pierced in half.

Mr. Meng actually likes me a little bit, I always have this intuition.

But I was also worried that I was hallucinating due to hallucinations, so I asked Guan Ting in private whether Mr. Meng's attitude was interesting to me.

Of course it's impossible to tell the truth, it's easy to tell a lie about "how about my friend", Guan Ting was too busy licking the popsicles like a milk dog, and couldn't hear it at all.She expressed contempt for my "friend"'s procrastination, but reluctantly held back for the sake of popsicles, and said, "I think there is a joke. Think about it, if the girl doesn't like him, she would have kicked him away. Would you like your friend to stick like a piece of dog skin plaster? Obviously waiting for your friend to take the initiative."

I was not happy when I heard it: "Where does it look like a dog skin plaster?"

Guan Ting saw my unkind expression, and immediately said that I can't afford to be provoked, that I can hide from it, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he just smeared oil on the soles of his feet.

Although this girl was bluffing and cheating, she gave me a reassurance that I was not restrained, and I wouldn't be too annoying, at least from my own point of view.Mr. Meng's attitude is just like what he said before, it really hasn't changed at all. On the contrary, because we started researching which university to take the exam recently, we spend more time together every day.

The head teacher has long encouraged this tense atmosphere in the class, and also asked everyone to write down their ideal university and post it on the blackboard behind. From a distance, it looks like a white flower, like going to a grave, very scary.

Guan Ting aspired to inherit his father's business and increase her old Guan family's wealth several times. At that time, the prospects for employment in business, trade and finance were bright, and after thinking about it, Mr. Meng also decided on finance.I don’t really miss business studies. One is that I don’t want to succeed under my dad’s nose in the future, and the other is that I also see his life. It seems that he is happy and happy with both money and man, but he is dancing in shackles.

I am born with no ambitions, afraid of tiredness and hardship, I just like to do nothing, and I don't necessarily have any interests.Seeing that Mr. Meng fell in love with the University of Economics and Business in the neighboring province, he looked through the information in private, and finally chose Zhengda University.There are really not many majors that can be chosen in the liberal arts, and if you remove the business, there are even fewer. The humanities, politics, and law at Zhengzhou University seem to be good, and the best thing is that it is only one street away from the University of Hong Kong.

I squeaked about it at the dinner table, but my dad kept silent as usual, and he said "um" to everything I said, otherwise it would be "yes". As I expected, my mother strongly opposed going to other places. I learned from my dad. The "indisputable policy", together with him finished the meal in silence amidst my mother's insults, and did not forget to eat slowly in the middle of the meal, so that she could enjoy herself to the fullest.

One month of summer vacation is really fast, but as long as I think about Mr. Meng, the days feel like years.I can't go to Meng's house every day. Uncle Meng doesn't seem to like Mr. Meng's friends going to his house, and I can't go up to attract people's suspicion.In the first two days of the holiday, Mr. Meng still remembers calling him every now and then, although they were all called to play with Xu Miao and Tang Yu, but it was better than the disappearance of the world now.

I haven't called for half a month, so what is it?

When I went to Meng’s house, I was born without a name, so I could only hug the sofa cushions in front of the phone and roll around all afternoon every day.My mother was talking on the phone, and I sat beside me feeling like a cat scratching my head; as soon as she hung up, I had to check to see if the receiver was in place.

But the phone is as quiet as a chicken.If Meng Qiansheng stood in front of me, I really wanted to beat him up and knock his head open to see what was inside.

In the first few days, I still thought, "You are so cruel, I have to bite my teeth to prove that I am more cruel than you" and "A man's face is the final bottom line". I refused to move even a hole, and the golden light shone out of the window, but I felt that the world was bleak, and I couldn't even hear my mother's scolding.

Mr. Meng must have been annoyed a long time ago, so he just took this great opportunity to get rid of my dog ​​skin plaster.What Guan Ting said is right, if you are procrastinating in doing things, you will be beaten sooner or later.

A cushion hit my face: "I've been lying down all afternoon, are you a pile of dead flesh!"

My mother came over and waved like a fly: "Get out of the way, I'm going to make a call."

I sat up and sat cross-legged on the other side.My mother sat on the sofa and dialed: "It's so hot! I know that I lie at home every day. If you don't get into a good university, I don't know where I will throw my face! Hello? Hello! Hey... "

The sunlight was cut into strips and fell on the floor tiles of the balcony, the sweat flowed down to the lower back, and the clothes and trousers were half soaked, biting the flesh astringently.As the shadow of the sun moved to the second tile, my mother hung up the phone.As soon as he hung up, the phone rang again suddenly.She immediately turned around and picked it up: "Hello? Ah, okay, wait a minute—"

The warm handset nodded to me, impatiently: "Your phone!"

I walked over, and just said "Hello" for a while, the other end laughed: "Boss He's phone can't be reached, the line has been busy all the time, how busy is it?"

Countless words came to my heart at the same time, and then retreated at the same time. I didn't say anything for a long time, and the other side said: "I don't know how to call me."

Bubbles bubbled from the sour flames, and I curled up on the corner of the sofa: "You still know how to call me!"

After rushing out, he felt that his attitude was bad, so he quickly covered up with a "bah", making a joking tone.

Mr. Meng seemed to find it amused: "Miss me?"

"shameless!"

He smiled happily: "Come to play at my house tomorrow? Aunt Ding's mother is going on a long trip, and she sent the cat to our house yesterday. Do you want to come and see it?"

"Is it inconvenient? Uncle Meng..."

"They have to go to work during the day, and they won't be there when you come."

"Because you still know that you are blessed to share with me, I will treat you to lunch tomorrow."

"What's wrong." He laughed, "If I don't look for you, who can I look for?"

I was so happy that I didn't know what to do, and I was sweating a lot.Mr. Meng is the cutest person in the world again!

I went upstairs in such a hurry that I almost fell over, but fortunately I didn't fall on the ground, otherwise it would be too ugly.I will never admit that the self-pity before going out is just like a peacock preparing to spread its tail.

As soon as I turned the corner of the stairs on the second floor, I heard a sound, like someone arguing roughly.

But what does it have to do with me?

Climbing to the fourth floor, looking at the head, the door that I was thinking about was ajar, revealing a bright crack, followed by a roar, and the heavy object hit the ground with a "bang".

"Get out of here!"

I should turn around and leave, but my body seemed to be controlled by someone else, I jumped up the last four steps in two steps, and pushed open the door: "Meng Qiansheng!"

The two people in the living room turned their heads at the same time, and for a moment, I seemed to see two identical angry faces.

But the young one among them immediately changed into a familiar one, with a look of surprise on it, and opened its mouth, but didn't say anything.

Instead, I was taken aback because Uncle Meng took a step towards me.

He narrowed his eyes to examine me.I haven't seen him for more than two years. He didn't look old, but his face became darker, with black and blue oozing from his bones, and when he was furious, he showed a horror that was so distorted that he didn't look like a living person.

There is a glass ashtray upside down on the ground a few steps behind Mr. Meng.This thing is probably a few years old, and it is cloudier than the old man's eyeballs, but it is unscathed and lies on the ground.

The air in the room suddenly penetrated into the blood vessels of the whole body, I couldn't hear my heartbeat, I just felt that I couldn't breathe, and the whole scalp was throbbing and tingling, as if the nerves and cells inside were rampaging crazily.

Uncle Meng caught my gaze and pointed to the door: "Go out."

I looked at Meng Qiansheng, he walked towards the door, reached out to grab me when he passed by me, and lowered his head to change shoes while holding the shoe cabinet.

"Did I let you go! Huh? It's turned upside down!"

I don't know if it's because the room is too small or the steps are too big, but he almost stepped behind Mr. Meng with a high slap——

"Don't hit him!"

Uncle Meng's slap suddenly stopped on the side of his face.

— on the side of my face.

I don't even know when I jumped in front of Meng Qiansheng, and even choked Uncle Meng loudly.The voice should be quite loud, because right now I feel my throat hurts like sandpaper has been worn on it, and I want to cough, but I hold back, holding back a little tear, and the corners of my eyes are sour.

All three of them were stunned, and in retrospect, the scene was probably a bit funny, just like a pause in a drama waiting for applause.

After all, Mr. Meng was the smart one. He was the first to come to his senses. He suddenly pulled me out of the door. Uncle Meng rushed over subconsciously, with bloodshot eyes in his slightly yellowish eyes. tea eggs.

As soon as I started running, I realized that my legs were limp, and I was so frightened by Uncle Meng's pounce that I almost rolled and dragged down the stairs. I couldn't hold back my strength at the corner of the stairs, and I bumped my head against the back of his neck. He hugged him back and dragged half of my body down to the ground floor.

That posture is hard to describe, and I can’t even imagine how the two of us maintain our balance. In short, we rushed outside the apartment building in a tangle. The old monster grew out of the tree, its tired eyes turned away soon, and disappeared behind the tree trunk together with its body.

Unexpectedly, when Mr. Meng let go, my knees went limp, and I almost gave him a five-body salute, but he quickly stretched his hand forward again, and my head hit his sternum.

The crazy heartbeat rushed down my skull and into my brain, as if I had become the bell and pestle with the head of a whale, desperately bumping into the heavy bell of the prison.

Just deafen yourself.

Just smash yourself to pieces.

I bent down and supported my knees, took a few breaths, and wiped my temples, which were very itchy. In fact, there was no sweat there at all, it was just an illusion.Mr. Meng lifted me upright, he was also panting badly, his face was almost blue in the shade, his eyes were as bright as a man-eating monster.

"I'm leaving home," he said.

The pain under my ribs was overwhelming, and my voice trembling when I cursed: "Are you crazy?"

He smiled happily, as if there was a great happy event: "My dad said before that he would let me join the army, but I didn't know it and quit."

I was speechless for a while.

He grabbed my hand and didn't want me to answer. He said to himself: "Look, don't you want to study in Zhengda University? If I study economics and trade, we are next to each other again, isn't it good?"

He looked at me suddenly, and I shrank my hand subconsciously in fright. He shook it hard, but I didn't pull it back.

I couldn't bear to see this kind of gaze, and my face was burning up.

I had a premonition that he was going to say something that would kill me.

He gently pulled my hand again: "Do you really like me?"

I jumped up and covered his mouth: "Stop talking!"

He took advantage of the situation and grabbed my other hand: "Are you chasing me?"

I have the heart to die, and he can still laugh.

Then he said a word.

"I seem to know how you feel. You stood in front of me just now, and I suddenly wanted to kiss you."

The author says:

About Pulao and whales: It is said that Pulao, one of the nine sons of the dragon, is timid and good at screaming, "Pulao is always afraid of whales, and when a whale hits Pulao, it always rings loudly. Anyone who wants to make a loud bell pretends to be Pulao on the top .So the hitter is a whale."