To my dear Mr. Meng

Mr. Meng said that when he came back from school, I thought it should be a few days earlier. Unexpectedly, he really left the old man’s house in the afternoon before the school started. It was late at night when we got home, and we only had a brief phone call. Said a few words.

I overslept the next morning because I forgot to set the alarm.As the uncle in the mail room watched me, I ran across the school's avenue, wearing only one sleeve of the school uniform hanging behind my buttocks, more ostentatious than a superhero's red cape.When I rushed into the classroom, the head teacher was lecturing on the podium, and two cold lights swished at me from under the glasses.I watched my nose, nose, and heart, and moved to the only empty seat next to Xu Miao.

Mr. Meng on the other side of the aisle watched me come down with a smile, which made me not hold back my laughter.

During the first period, I could not accurately explain the difference between me and Mr. Meng.I mean, I always thought there was going to be a sharp line between the present and the past, like those thrilling partings in the history books.In fact, our lives have hardly changed, and we still live the days of the past, listening to lectures with sticky eyelids, and doing some boring little tricks behind the piles of textbooks.

So boring, I thought.Is dating so boring?

Xu Miao next to him was burying his head behind a pile of books, with his chin in his mouth, laughing like an owl.He has been looking at the crumpled note for 10 minutes.I secretly watched Mr. Meng, who was concentrating on copying the writing on the blackboard.I stared at it for a long time, but he didn't notice it at all, and he never turned his head towards me.

No tacit understanding of nerds.

I tore off the draft paper on which the big turtle was drawn, crumpled it into a firm ball, and threw it at Mr. Meng while the math teacher turned his back to solve the problem.

The ball of paper was very competitive, and it flew on his head impartially. Mr. Meng was stunned when he was hit. His deskmate and the people in the back row all looked at Xu Miao and me.The math teacher turned around and tapped on the blackboard: "Please solve the following steps yourself, 2 minutes."

There was the swishing sound of paper flipping in the classroom.

Mr. Meng unfolded the ball of paper, and looked at me over Xu Miao in the next second, and I made a grimace in return.The math teacher who was on the podium just now suddenly appeared from behind, grabbed the ball of paper on Mr. Meng's desk, his expression changed immediately, and he bowed left and right with both hands, posing as a western cowboy with two guns.

"You two stand in the corridor for me!"

Mr. Meng and I put our notebooks on the wall to calculate the problems. The cold wind of late autumn passed through the hall, and the goose bumps on the back of our necks were layered on each other. We shivered while hugging each other.Mr. Meng is solving the number sequence, holding the notebook with one hand, not letting it hang down: "After class, the math teacher will report to the class teacher, and your study committee will finish playing immediately."

I couldn't help but get angry: "Who told you to read a note, and it will be confiscated?"

"Who asked you to use such a large sheet of paper."

"You are right!"

I rushed over to hold down his hand, took a pen to scribble the problem-solving process he had just written, and then wrote down the answer I saw just now in my notebook.

"He Yujun!"

Mr. Meng reached out to snatch my notebook, and I bowed my waist and hid it in my arms. His hand reached into the corner of my school uniform from behind, and just as he touched a corner, he shouted from behind: "What are you two doing!"

We were so frightened that we split into two, and when we turned our heads, the homeroom teacher stood majestically at the top of the stairs with his arms akimbo against the wind, his face black as a pot.

Since that day, I have been completely sidelined by the head teacher, and I bid farewell to the study committee member with tears.

Of course, this account was all placed on the head of the culprit, Meng Qiansheng.

The homeroom teacher is ruthless, and life in the third year of high school is inhumane. Near the end of the year, all the teachers are anxious to become eunuchs next to the emperor. Only the geography teacher, Lao Xiao, is as leisurely as ever, and commented on which fruit shop outside the school sells more fruit. Fresh.One night during self-study, Lao Xiao had just finished speaking an astronomy problem, and suddenly said, "Do you know that there is an observatory on the top of the school complex?"

These words are like a bit of mercury falling into a frying pan, causing commotion in the whole class.The girls tried their best to act coquettishly with Lao Xiao, and the boys also coquettishly cried, made trouble, and hanged themselves. They refused to go to the observatory to watch the stars even if they said nothing.The upright old Xiao was flattered. He wondered when his students became so interested in artificial stars. After all, the dilapidated observatory only had a machine that simulated the starry sky, not a real astronomical telescope.

Old Xiao obviously wanted to be lazy too, he pretended to fight for half a minute, and took us there with half push and half push.

Lao Xiao went to the uncle in the mail room to get the key to open the door. The fifty people in our class just stood in front of the wooden door with big gray paint and peeling off to blow the cold wind. The girls wore big scarves and huddled together. , A spotlight in the distance left a ray of dim light, which made us a few tall boys more and more like stupid old hens in a chicken farm, with a bunch of fluffy and delicate chicks under their wings.

Tang Yucai's masculinity is gone, he is squatting on the ground behind the girls, holding them out of the wind, his hands clasped in the sleeves and shaking regularly; "Then, the north wind was blowing harder and harder, and my hairline was almost defeated by this offensive, so I quietly touched Mr. Meng's side and put my hand into his school uniform pocket.His pocket was half cold and half warm, and I shrank from the cold:

"Take it out! It's freezing."

"No." I simply grabbed his hand, "I don't know how to warm it up for me."

"Put it on your stomach to keep it warm." His fingers quickly cooled down, but he still didn't break free.

I thought it made sense, so I stretched my other hand under his school uniform, he almost jumped up, turned around and nearly threw me over: "What are you doing!"

He is really inexplicable.

Everyone looked forward to seeing through the autumn water, and Lao Xiao finally came back with a cigarette in his mouth, gaiting squarely, and holding a bunch of shiny silver keys.Pushing open the door and turning on the light, everyone was disappointed: Where is the observatory, it is a small room the size of a palm.In addition, the room is round, which makes it look more cramped visually. The plastic chairs that resemble movie theater seats are bent into arcs, so full that they squeeze out the eye sockets. There is a two-thirds the size of an ordinary podium standing in the corner near the door. Small podium.Only the roof is novel, dome-like, and deeply recessed, as if an asthmatic patient finally took a breath and would not suffocate.

Lao Xiao drove people to the seats and sat down. During the noise, Mr. Meng took the opportunity to drag me to the edge of the last row to sit down.Everyone's buttocks were still warm, Lao Xiao said "I've turned off the light" in the commotion, and without waiting for a response, reached out and "snapped" to turn off the light.

There were exclamations and excited voices in the room, because it was too dark.I raised my hand and looked, I couldn't see my fingers.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, it hurts my ears."

The room gradually became quiet, and Lao Xiao's slow voice gradually became clear: "You can see it in a while."

Even if I couldn't see it, I felt everyone looking up at the empty dome.

Still nothing.

I turned to the left side, touched Mr. Meng's school uniform with my left hand, moved closer by feeling, guessed that my mouth was near his ear, and asked, "Did you see it?"

"There."

Mr. Meng pointed subconsciously, but I realized that I couldn't see it, and then added: "There is one on your right."

As soon as the words were finished, a little grayness appeared in the darkness on my right side. I blinked, suspecting that it was my illusion.

"It's brightened," Mr. Meng said again.

That point of light was not immediately bright in my eyes, but every time I blinked, the bright spot on the dome seemed to have one more star, as if it was just the effort of two breaths, and there were already dots of shimmering light above my head, broken beads and stars.

The girls sighed in unison.

Old Xiao's voice sounded from the corner: "Did you see it? Now look at the biggest and brightest star in front of you, that is Polaris..."

Over there is Orion, and there is Canis Major, and the brightest star is Sirius...

It's a wonderful feeling.

You can't see anything except the stars, whether it's the closest people around you or even your own hands, everything is trapped in the nothingness of the eternal night, leaving only a pair of equally dark eyes.The star clusters of uneven size hang close to the eyebrows for a while, and are embedded in the sky in the blink of an eye, like irregular pearl curtains. When the wind blows, they will stick to the face coldly, and the wind will blow away.The world has become a spotless black cage, imprisoning a cage of stars.

Lao Xiao slowly talked about the constellations, and I touched Mr. Meng's angular elbow and gently pushed: "Did you hear that, your Capricorn is there."

He smiled and said you are not yet.

Many years later, I have also seen the real starry sky and the Milky Way, but they are far less than today's stars.The real stars are so high that they cannot be reached, but the rays of light that they struggled for are so thin and thin, and they are inadvertently covered by the rest of the strange lights.

The real stars are far less real than the stars of this night.

My neck was so sore, I lowered my head to move around, and Mr. Meng suddenly said, "Look—"

The warm breath blew on the face, the heart jumped directly into the brain, and the bang bang bang bang made the ear bones numb and itchy. I didn't hear what Mr. Meng said at all.The rustle of girls' hair brushing coats and scarves floated in the air, mixed with the whispering voices, as if the friction produced electric light.

——Should it be starlight?However, in my peripheral vision, they are all just silver dust.

On the cold school uniform jacket was a piece of slightly prickly wool, and then I touched a piece of warm skin.

"What are you doing?"

The soft fine hair crawled into fresh and tender barbs, which made the heart fluff. I stroked it back and forth twice, and suddenly stuck it. Mr. Meng turned his head unconsciously. I rubbed it up, just hitting the soft flesh.

I guess there should be no pain from the impact, but Mr. Meng's side face muscles under the fingers were obviously tense.I thought about it, and kissed the place just now.This time it finally looked like a serious kiss, but I still couldn't taste what part it was, and when I was about to touch it carefully, Mr. Meng held it down rudely.

"Where is this?"

I turned in the direction of his ear and asked him in a low voice.Mr. Meng seemed to dodge back, then one hand fell on my face, touched the right eye and right cheekbone from the middle of the bridge of my nose, and finally stopped at the place where the cheekbone was close to the eye, to confirm the location.

"here."

The starry sky above his head changed, and his voice was almost drowned in the chirping voices of the girls: "Are you going to eat a piece of my flesh?"

"Fart." I felt ashamed, and the tips of my ears were burned into coals, and I squeezed his face unconvinced, "Come again."

Mr. Meng supported half of my face, as if confirming the position.The warm wind hit my face, and I felt my eyelids twitch uncontrollably——

"Wow--"

Dozens of mouths yelled at the same time, which made me jerk away in fright. Mr. Meng's hand disappeared at the same time, and a little spark splashed on the corner of his lips.

The stars were shining brightly on the dome, faintly showing dozens of lead gray figures in front of me.I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I stretched out my hand to block it, and Mr. Meng smiled in his ear, "Scare me."

When I tilted my head, I only saw the blurred outline of the bridge of the nose and two star waters. Before I could see clearly, the light disappeared and I fell into purer darkness again.

The doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, and there was a suffocating warmth. I fumbled for a while, and finally touched his hand. There were a few moist palm lines hidden in the palm.I pulled that half arm into my arms: "I told you to do bad things."

He sat upright, just laughed, but didn't speak.

When Lao Xiao said that it was over, everyone still had a lot to say, but when they heard that school was over early, they woke up excitedly, and before Lao Xiao turned on the lights, they all stood up one after another.I sat on the farthest side, and it was not easy to block the people inside from coming out, so I stood up first to make room.Old Xiao lazily said: "Don't worry, don't worry, wait until I turn on the light before leaving." But no one paid any attention to him, the room was buzzing, and everyone went to the door.

I followed for two steps, and Mr. Meng was standing beside me. I grabbed his arm, and he struggled back. I wanted to tease him, so I held on tightly, and while everyone was talking, I leaned into his ear. He said, "Kiss me."

He yanked harder and even pushed me.I was about to say some more exaggerated words to provoke him, when there was a "pop", Lao Xiao turned on the fluorescent lamp.

Immediately, the room was full of light, and everyone blocked their eyes with their hands.I lowered my head slowly, and when I got used to the light, I raised my head and looked to the side, and I was facing Shang Guanting's little face that looked like a ghost, with his arms stretched straight out in front of him, and my hands were still firmly grasped in my arms.

Mr. Meng was standing behind Guan Ting, meeting my eyes.

I stood on the spot blankly, just like a man who had stolen a melon halfway and was caught on a steel fork, the flesh of the melon that I hadn't swallowed was still in my mouth.Guan Ting slapped my unscrupulous and shameless paw hard, his eyes were as round as pearls, like a blue-faced and long-toothed Fenhai Yasha.

"roll!"

The author says:

Watching artificial stars at the observatory was something I did in high school, but I remember that the equipment was aging and there was a star vacancy, and there was no shameful story.

In addition, the badger is a really cute animal. At that time, He Badger was given this nickname because he saw a picture of a badger and got cute.