1992, I dropped out of a middle school because my grades were not satisfactory, and my father, daughter Wang Chengfeng, entrusted me to go to Guxiandu junior high school to repeat my studies from the beginning. As a result, my life page was refreshed instantly.
Fourteen to sixteen is the age when a young girl grows quietly and vigorously. When I entered Guxiandu junior high school, I was like a fresh and graceful literary girl who came out of Qiong Yao's novels, with excellent academic performance. Those years that shone with poetic luster, because of your existence, exuded a certain fragrance, sweetness and intoxicating atmosphere. It is you who have made my most romantic and pure three years of lush life.
1
Xiao exists in Guxiandu junior high school with an alternative attitude. Up to now, I can still clearly remember his evil smile, just like an affectionate and evil second-generation hero in an idol drama. That smile doesn't belong to a fourteen-year-old boy.
He was a rare rich second generation in that era when millions of households were scarce. His father is a successful private entrepreneur, and he is the talk of the town. People's comments on him include his career and his scandal.
Everything about Xiao is like a proud and unruly rich boy. He wears fashionable clothes and has a gorgeous feminine temperament. He walked among simple and low-key male students, just like a beautifully packaged milk ice cream sandwiched between a pile of ordinary sugar water popsicles. In that simple campus, the smell of milk ice cream is like his personal label. Sitting in the last row of the classroom, he is always the last one to enter the classroom and the first one to leave the classroom. He has a leisurely pace, a coat on his shoulder is natural and natural, and he looks lazy and cool.
He is not handsome, but he is absolutely unique. The girls in the class often ignore his unbearable grades and talk about him behind his back. However, his eyes will always pass by the girls who look up to him contemptuously and fall gently on me.
He often leans against my desk and talks to me with a smile. But I always feel that his eyes are not as clear as those of teenagers, and there is an oily smell, which makes me a little tired. At one time, there were often some sweets or a pack of biscuits in my desk drawer. Every time I find them, I look around in surprise and nervousness. I can always see his brand-new but gentle smile.
The corridor of the classroom is like a temporary oxygen bar for students. As soon as the bell rang, everyone swarmed out of the serious and stuffy classroom, sucking fresh oxygen in this limited space. I like to stand in front of the railing in the corridor and watch the scenery. Guxiandu Junior High School is backed by the beautiful Yan Po Mountain, with an empty playground and green eyes in front.
Xiao, who is unconventional, is destined to be deeply remembered by me because of an illusion-like rose play in the classroom corridor. That dramatic scene made me really see the uniqueness of Xiao. Yes, Xiao is Xiao.
During the break that day, my deskmate Yang and I chatted in front of the corridor railing. Xiao came over with a smile, and there was a shy mass at the right hypochondrium in his smile. He looked at me and suddenly conjured a rose from behind like a magician. Then he actually bent slightly in front of me like a gentleman on TV, holding flowers in his hands. What makes me even more incredible is that he actually said a line with deep affection, and he said that line with great care in Mandarin. Xiao's amazing move produced a huge sensation effect in that busy and crowded corridor, which made me dumbfounded. I don't have time to distinguish and chew whether there is some vanity satisfaction and pleasure in my heart. In order to show the dividing line, my face is full of disgust and disgust. I stared at Xiao like a monster, whispered "mental derangement" and quickly escaped from that situation.
Since then, Xiao Xiao's eyes seem to have become much clearer, and he will still talk to me except for a greasy smile.
Sometimes he walks past me coldly, and I suspect that my previous feelings are all romantic fantasies. I clearly know that Xiao is by no means the boy who makes me soft-hearted, but I sometimes miss the tenderness that belongs to me in his eyes.
Later, it is said that Xiao's mother finally couldn't stand her father's promiscuity and divorced and remarried. Xiao was depressed for a while and became more violent and unruly. Later, Xiao transferred to another school.
After graduation, students talk about Xiao, always his different girlfriends. People talk about him as if they had talked about his father before.
We have never contacted each other, only to hear that he is still unmarried.
2
Fifteen-year-old wind, like the spring breeze in my lush years, is fresh, warm and warm.
Gao Feng is my first-year student, and I am a good neighbor of my classmates. Feng's body has a kind of warm breath like his brother next door. He looks handsome in the sunshine and laughs shyly and cleanly, which always makes me feel like a breeze blowing across my face.
For a while, I lived in Jia's house, and he often lived in Jia's house to play, so we met. Later, we often met at school and smiled at each other, but we were not familiar with each other.
We have a shallow intersection because of a ballpoint pen core. Once, I borrowed a pen from Feng and did my homework in Jia's house. I found his ballpoint pen core particularly clear and easy to write, so I couldn't help praising him and casually asking him where he bought it. He smiled and said that he didn't intend to buy it in a small shop on a far street, and then seriously told me that the refill was different from others, more expensive, and made in Shanghai, so it was particularly easy to write. Then, he asked me seriously, do you really think this is easy to write?
The next day, I met him unexpectedly on the school playground. He mysteriously stopped me and said he would give me something. Then he took out a brand-new box from his schoolbag and put it in my hand. He smiled shyly and said, this is for you. It is a box with a ballpoint pen. There are ten refills in the box. I looked at his back, the in the mind some trance.
I used those ten refills for a whole semester. Every time I write them, I can't help but think of this boy who is as kind as my brother next door and has happy flowers in his heart.
Like an indispensable prop in the movie screen, the image left by the wind has two special seals besides ten refills. If those ten refills are written about the fragrance of friendship, those two seals are almost branded into my girl's heart.
At noon that early summer, the sun was a little dazzling. I don't remember why I went to the classroom early that day. Maybe God will always leave some beautiful poetic pictures for our memory intentionally or unintentionally, so that in the years to come, when you look back, you can't help smiling warmly.
I walked through the quiet long classroom corridor, and I saw the wind passing by Class One, Grade Three in the classroom. Feng sat alone at the table by the window, bending his head and carving something on his hand with a knife. The beautiful side face of that young man, because of his concentration, is extremely solemn and even a little sexy. I stood there, the wind blew through my skirt, the corridor was empty, and the world was quiet and beautiful. I want to go directly to my classroom, but I walk to the wind with a smile.
Feng was a little surprised by my sudden visit. He froze and quickly hid his things under the table. What? What good things are mysterious? I joked. His face suddenly turned red, no, nothing! Looking at his embarrassment, I am stubborn. Look! He paused, but handed me what he was holding. That's a square stone! I looked down again, only to find that it was a seal engraved with two square official bodies. I suddenly froze. That's my name. I was going to give it to you, but I'm almost finished. He explained gently. Embarrassed, I let out a cry, put the seal on his desk and left his classroom in a hurry.
A few days later, he officially gave me the seal, but it changed from one to two. In addition to the seal engraved with my name, there is actually another one engraved with my father's name. This last seal really moved me. Those two bright red seals, together with the beautiful young silhouette, quietly made warm ripples in my heart.
Is it destiny takes a hand, or am I ignorant of the unknown? I can't explain why ripples didn't stir up more waves in my heart. I accepted, rejoiced and moved. I like this man next door, just like a beautiful thing, but I just like it. It's pure and simple.
Near the end of the term, I was immersed in the sea of questions and gradually alienated from the wind. One night during self-study, the wind suddenly called me out at the door of the classroom. In the corridor at night, for the first time, like an adult man, he told me in a very serious tone that he might learn to drive after graduation and asked me what I thought. I asked him a few words mercilessly. How can you ask me such a thing? What does it have to do with me? He was silent for a while, then said simply, nothing, just want to talk to you. Watching him walk away alone, I froze there and suddenly found myself unable to understand him or myself.
Later, I alienated him. I heard that he really went to the neighboring city to learn driving, but it really has nothing to do with me.
Up to now, I have never seen him again. In my mind, he is still a beautiful boy sitting by the window that summer afternoon. When I think of him occasionally, my mouth will still show a warm smile.
three
Hang is a repeat student who came in when I was in junior high school. The appearance of air navigation has made my nervous and depressed junior high school life lively and interesting.
On the first day of registration, Hanghang wore a military green coat and stood tall and straight. He generously went to the podium to introduce himself, and then stood there watching everyone smile freely. In my impression, his smile has always been so bright, pure, naked and infectious.
Aviation seems a bit piquant. Different from Xiao, the mass at the right hypochondrium in him is more of a kind of arrogance and boldness of youth, plus his natural optimism and sense of humor, which makes him more free and easy than other cautious boys.
He and Wei sat behind me and Yang, and two outgoing boys and two lively girls gradually became best friends. After class, the four of us often get together to play, play poker, checkers, swim and badminton. Sometimes, we invite other students in our class to ride bicycles to the next village. During that time, it was as colorful as in the novel.
The plot, the next thing, is as trite as the plot in the novel.
Gradually, I found that the combination of the four of us was different. At first, I felt Wei's love for Yang. Next, I also read some strange things in the eyes of Hanghang.
On my birthday, Hang asked me and some girls in my class to go to his house for dinner. As soon as I walked into his house, I saw the birthday present he prepared for me, two lovely little gray rabbits. I once told him that my favorite animal was a rabbit, and his understatement was actually remembered by him. He said with a teasing smile, if you can't find the white rabbit, you have to accept it. Then, he told me in a low voice that this was his first birthday.
Gift.
After dinner, he excused himself and invited me to go with him. He got on a shiny new motorcycle and put on his helmet. The midday sun shone enthusiastically on him, which put a mysterious aura on his whole figure. He waved to me casually, but I hesitated and followed.
Riding a motorcycle for the first time feels both nervous and novel. The wind whizzed past my ears, and fields and flowers came face to face. I asked anxiously, where are we going?
He said loudly in the wind, I want to take you to a place.
Too fast, I can't grasp the center of gravity. I held the seat handle tightly with both hands and tried to keep my body at a certain distance from him. He said, it's not safe for you to hold my waist. I said, it's okay, it's okay. He braked suddenly and my body leaned forward.
He grabbed his clothes and smiled proudly in the wind.
The motorcycle was parked in a large clearing. Hang Ran opened his arms like a child, then stood on a highland, looked at me and said loudly, I really like this empty feeling and this land. One day, I will build my own villa and manor here and live the life I want. Then, he looked at me and asked:
Do you want to be the future hostess of this manor?
Yes, this is really a beautiful and romantic scene. The sky is blue, and the yellow land is so spectacular and dazzling. The boy in the sun is full of heroism and affection, like a brave and affectionate knight. Everything seems to hold its breath emotionally, but what a poor heroine I am. I heard my own rapid and flustered heartbeat. I looked at this excited boy in front of me and suddenly became timid and irritable. I heard myself saying that students should wait anxiously. Let's hurry back.
We were speechless all the way. In the following days, I was a little fidgety. The entrance examination is just around the corner. I shut myself in my room, studied hard day and night, and suffered from self-blame and contradictions. I took good care of two little gray rabbits, and watched them getting thinner and thinner, and my mood became dim.
Let's go
A month before the entrance examination, he stuffed me with a letter, which said, let's play a story solitaire. Then he rambled about a story between me and him, and stopped writing it when it came to the key point. He said, next, you tell a story.
I didn't take his story, but I evaded and resisted. I put myself in the shackles of a good student and wholeheartedly deal with the senior high school entrance examination that will determine my fate. On the other hand, I can't bear to tell him. In fact, there are not only two protagonists in that story. Before him, a boy had sneaked into my heart and camped there. Although I will still look at those two little gray rabbits, I am very sad.
Later, I was admitted to a technical secondary school in the provincial capital. Hangzhou also went to the technical secondary school in the county nearest to the provincial capital. He wrote to tell me that he didn't like that technical secondary school, that county town and that major at all. The only thing he likes is the distance between the county seat and the provincial capital. I am speechless.
In the first year of technical secondary school, Hanghang kept in touch with me with the frequency of one letter a week. In the meantime, the boy who lives in my heart came to see me from the army thousands of miles away. He brought a bag full of letters addressed to me, a bag full of books addressed to me, a bag full of colorful and sweet chocolate candy, and a deep feeling that I can no longer resist.
Then Hang asked me why I didn't choose him. I told him with a smile that I received eighteen letters from him that semester, but twenty letters from another boy. Hang said sadly, unexpectedly, I just missed two letters, so I lost you. I smile.
Speaking of these past events, you, the stories related to you, the youthful and innocent lush years are as clear as yesterday, like warm yellow photos, warm, kind and beautiful.
Thank you for spending those wonderful days with me and giving me the most precious friendship and memories. I think, even in my old age, I can't help but be moved and smile when I think of the budding and pure love that has never started but really exists.