triumphant sister

Throwing the pencil case on the desk, the teacher who was shocked by the movement yelled at her on the podium in amazement: "Gu Chengen, do you know about the exam? What are you doing!"

The director of the education committee happened to patrol the examination room, looked at the students who were sitting quietly and Gu Chengen who was standing alone, and then pulled her away from the examination room by the collar of her school uniform.

When going out, everyone was watching her from their seats, including Liu Xingnan who finally raised her head, Gu Chengen could understand what her eyes were saying to herself, and the words in her eyes easily extinguished the anger in her heart fire.

The director of the education committee dragged her to a nearby office and threw her papers on the table.

"You take the test here alone, don't affect other students."

This test was about ideological politics, a subject that Gu Chengen used to get high marks without memorizing and just writing. Facing the test paper in front of her, she suddenly lost the confidence to give any answer.

On the desk, there is a narcissus plant kept in a bottle by an unknown teacher. It is crooked green in the glass bottle. There is no shortage of sunlight and clear water. The stems and tips of the leaves are completely crisp and tender, as if withering is a hundred years later. , but the buds that have just burst out show signs of fading before they open.

Gu Chengen stared blankly at the 'dumb flower' in the bottle, suddenly, a sparrow jumped in from nowhere, frightened and flew around the office in circles, trying to find an exit to fly out, Gu Chengen didn't have time to open the window in the future At that time, the sparrow had already flew towards this side, and then hit the glass with a 'bang', and landed on the window sill. Its tiny paws trembled a few times, Yuanyuan's eyes opened a few times and then closed, Gu Chengen I put this soft and small bird on the window sill outside, hoping that it just fainted and could wake up and fly away after being exposed to the sun, but when I looked at it again after a while, its little head was still soft. It was soft and crooked, but the legs and claws were a little stiff.

It turns out that the garden-like Milky Way will also trap a bird to death. If a bird flies around and cannot find an exit, and is misled by the dense tree shadows outside the window, it will not be able to see the bird enough to hit its own layer of glass to death.

Holding a dead bird in his hand, Gu Chengen handed in the first blank paper in his life.

It was the first night before going home again, the school organized a bonfire party in the playground, and made an exception to let the third graders also participate. All the teachers and classmates formed a big circle hand in hand, singing and dancing happily around the fire, from time to time Some students were called by the teacher to perform in the middle of the show. The line was disconnected, disconnected and connected, and the hands they held kept changing, but Liu Xingnan never had her turn to hold the hand.

Gu Chengen looked at the fire in the middle, and he could always catch Liu Xingnan's position from the corner of his eye. Like everyone else, she also changed her school uniform. She was wearing a long skirt with a milky white knitted sweater on top, and her hair was also The veil was softly attached to her face, and she was so beautiful and gentle in the light of the fire. The person who was holding her hand must be secretly delighted in his heart. The person who is like a painting is so beautiful that he wants to make people feel ashamed. She writes poetry.

Can't write poems, can't write poems, Gu Chengen staggered a bit, because of that damn poem, she couldn't hold Liu Xingnan's hand.

The next morning, Gu Cheng'en was nowhere to be found. There was no classroom, no dormitory, and no place to wait for the school bus. After a while, his mother would come to pick him up, and Liu Xingnan ran to the old church that he hadn't been to for a long time.

"You are here, I have been looking for you for a long time."

"It's okay, you go back first, I'll take the school bus later." Gu Chengen looked at the book in his hand and said.

"It's cold outside, let's go together, besides, I'm leaving school next month, and it's my last vacation, won't you go home with me?"

"It's too cold, and the violets are all withered."

Gu Chengen just looked at the book in his hand silently, turning to the last page.

"The ending of this novel is really bad." Gu Chengen put away the book in his hand.

Is there an ending to a novel, one that has not died suddenly, and one that has not suffered a lot.

"Cheng En, I'm leaving next month."

"Then I wish you a bright future, a lot of men, and a lot of money." Gu Chengen clasped his hands together, and started to be funny again.

"Yes, I will. Lots of men and lots of money." Liu Xingnan also saluted her back.

The melodious sound of the flute came from outside, it was the song Homecoming, Yinhe began to clean up the school.

Liu Xingnan said: "Let's go, go home."

"Xingnan, will you come back next year when the lilac blooms?"

"Do you want to hear me lie?"

Is there a kind of flower that can be as graceful as a cover, and the flowering period is ten years.

I wish you a bright future, a lot of stability, a lot of men, and a lot of money.

I think I will still love you for at least ten years.

December 24 Christmas Eve.

The price of apples that night was all 24 cents, and the 24 cents had to be collected by 24 people with different surnames. Each surname was a dime. Ji Dayang went to buy an apple at the school gate, and gave it to the person he wanted to give it most.

The students usually prepared some dime in advance, and everyone exchanged them back and forth. In the evening, there was chaos in the corridor. Taking advantage of the chaos, Gu Chengen came to the gate of Liu Xingnan's class.

Liu Xingnan and a few classmates leaned on the railing of the door and talked.

Gu Chengen first asked who he knew.

"Hey, you can change it for me, I don't seem to have your corner yet."

"What's your last name? Change it for me."

After asking one by one, he looked at Liu Xingnan, smiled slightly flatteringly and said, "Xingnan, you can change a corner for me too, I don't have anyone with the surname Liu."

An excuse is an excuse.

She had spent so many Christmas Eves in the galaxy since she was a child, and she had never played this childish game of buying apples so actively.

Gu Chengen held a pile of steel coins in his right hand, and pretended to hold a piece of paper with his left hand, with the surnames of each corner written on it, waiting for Liu Xingnan's answer.

Liu Xingnan was still lying on the railing, although he was looking at her, but he didn't turn around. She looked at her, smiled and shook her head.

Gu Chengen seemed to be stained by the night fog for a moment, and took a few breaths.

Let's go, although I don't know what the shaking of the head means, but let's go.

25, the morning of Christmas.

The annual Christmas Marathon, the track and the teachers of each section have been planned, all the students have to participate, and there will be rewards for those who finish the run.

Liu Xingnan's class is at the front, and Gu Chengen's class is at the back.

Gu Chengen was not lazy for the first time, she ran desperately, ran desperately, and finally caught up with Liu Xingnan on a road where she could not see the teacher or a few students.

Gu Chengen's hair was half loose, his face was red and white, and his large school uniform was tilted to one side by the round thing in his pocket, looking extremely stupid.

She took out the thing and handed it to Liu Xingnan, it was an apple.

Her hands were cold again, redder than an apple.

"I wanted to give it to you last night, but I know it's not easy for you to talk to me at school."

Gu Chengen kept extending her hand, she was afraid that Liu Xingnan would not answer.

"I know you're leaving, Apple, it's safe."

Apple, is peace.

Chapter 9

Xingnan, I lost my father, and Gu Chengen no longer has a father.

Our father and daughter in this life are done, and in the end I owe him so much, which makes me believe that people will not end up in one life, and will not and cannot end up in this.

Now my father, there is only one stele with the inscription on it, and his body is almost gone. In front of the tomb are flowers, stones, steamed buns, and shochu.Because death is so quiet, so life is so vivid.

He will still appear in my dreams, in which we continue our ordinary and vivid life, such as finishing the busy day, returning in the evening, sitting on the table in front of the porch, grilling rice with his unique frequency, and occasionally Pointing to the darkened night sky with chopsticks, he said, "Nini, it's here." There is no longer a question of forgiveness or non-forgiveness between us.It took a long time for my brother to grow up in my dream, and it might take even longer for my father to let me know that he was really gone.

When I ran away as a teenager, I couldn’t ask for anything. I just hoped that my father would take care of my health and give me more time, watch me off a few times, and pray that I wouldn’t get stuck in the middle. Sit back by his side, this time, it will be almost our eternity, let us continue our relationship like childhood, only then can I say that I broke up with you cruelly in order to be better together, I was not thrown out by you Girl, I am your flesh-and-blood daughter. I have to figure myself out before letting the next generation continue. I must be happy first to be worthy of being a mother. I want to be a creator of happiness, not the initiator of tragedy.I just don't want to imagine countless winter melons that have been steamed and collapsed by life, laughing at themselves and then collapsed, leaving behind a bunch of spoiled babies, Dad, I'm not a bad girl.

I remember one time when my father sent me off, he said: "It's okay to sit and eat together as a family. Isn't it good to live like this?"

Yes, I am an overly greedy traveler, even the scenery is afraid of disappearing, but I don’t know which one of the world’s scenery is the same. What my father wants is to squeeze together with me and have a meal. Low-level lively, such low-level warmth, why can't I do it, just huddle together like ants, and surround him.

Ordinary, boring, and the years are long, in fact, these are good words.

Can we, before death comes, don't think about it for a second, this is a false proposition, we just need to live well, because farewell is only a moment.

Maybe, I am not decent at all in this world, my eyes are always fixed on the second hand that is spinning round and round.I want to eat everything, add all kinds of spices that I have eaten and have not eaten,