the most beautiful time

Chapter 22

In the junior year, the college had to recommend someone to the school to participate in the selection of outstanding student cadres in the whole province.She and I, as active members of the academy, were chosen by the teachers at the same time.But places are limited, so you can only choose one of them.In the end, the college leaders decided that the final candidates would be determined by ballots through student referendums.

During that time, her attitude towards me suddenly became very subtle.She was still laughing and laughing with me in front of people, inseparable, as if nothing had happened.She also jokingly said that I am the only one in the school who is eligible to participate in this provincial competition. As for herself, she is willing to be a quiet green leaf and accompany me as a fragrant flower.I was once moved by her words, thinking that even if she was finally chosen, I would definitely not have the slightest regret or jealousy.

But I didn't know, she turned around, turned her back on me, and began to quietly draw votes from the crowd. She also used small tricks to "bribe" the teacher, and even, in front of the college leaders, Talk about my various mistakes and defects in my work.

If it's just like this, it's fine, but what I didn't expect was that she ran up to me and said sweetly that she decided not to participate in the voting and asked the teachers to report my name directly, so I also You don't have to work hard to show something deliberately in front of teachers and classmates.I was almost moved to tears, hugged her and said, she doesn’t need to give it to me, as long as she has this friendship, I will compete fairly with her, and if one passes, the other must invite the other to eat Haagen-Dazs.

The temperature of this sentence has not completely disappeared in my heart, and the result came out. Her votes were at the top of the list, while I was left far behind.That night, there was a teacher who said regretfully that in terms of ability and popularity, I was above her. For some reason, I didn't "activate" as intensively as her. You know, in order to win votes, She also invited the teachers to dinner.

I remember my heart was like being pierced by a knife ruthlessly, the severe pain almost completely knocked me down.This kind of pain did not dissipate until graduation came and we went our separate ways like passers-by.

A few years later, after struggling in the society, I looked back and saw the injuries caused by outsiders, imprinted on the skin honed by the years, and I was grateful; the fingers of memory stroked gently, and there were slightly raised scars , but there is no more piercing pain.

I know that at this time, I am mature enough to calmly face the injuries that have been done in line in the world.It is them that give my life the most flexible and moving posture.

In the school cafeteria, I saw a girl who prepared a meal and then queued up to receive free rice porridge.The people around her are all leisurely enjoying the happiest time of eating during the day.They were chatting and laughing easily, or humming happily while waiting in the line; sometimes they would tap the empty plates with the chopsticks in their hands, muttering words, and buzzing with their feet.And the girl I saw was holding a plate with vegetables in her left hand and chopsticks in her right hand, but she didn't hit a cheerful tune, but ate quickly like a whirlwind of clouds, head, from beginning to end, Neither looked at the surrounding scenery.

It wasn't a long line, and she hadn't even moved to the dining window, and there were very few dishes left on the plate.At that time, the people around were sitting at the dining table, watching the entertainment gossip on TV, and commenting on the costumes and makeup of the stars with the classmates opposite.A meal can be eaten casually for an hour by the sunny and warm window.The shadow of youth, together with the clean leaves of ginkgo, is reflected on the bright windows, intertwined gently, like lines of beautiful poems, green and verdant in the sun.

But this girl was standing, and within a few minutes, she swallowed a meal.I guessed that there must be no smell left between her teeth. I was behind her and noticed that there was a piece of green rapeseed and white rice on her plate; the light fragrance of the green vegetables and the fragrance of the rice, Almost without chewing carefully, she swallowed it whole.The meal that should have been chewed slowly, because of her haste, just met her between the teeth in a hurry, and disappeared without a trace.

As for the free bowl of soup, as soon as she received it, she walked and drank it all the way.I turned my head and looked at her carrying empty plates and bowls. I didn’t even have time to rest at the dining table, so I sent them straight to the dish recycling place at the door. I suddenly felt a little sad because she valued herself so much and was so busy. Not even a time to enjoy delicious food.She is just a student who is still studying, and she is holding a lot of the most beautiful time, but she has let down such a good time, allowing herself to become that wind-up clockwork, non-stop, in the crowd , running at a high speed, until one day, when she turned around, she saw those scattered and mottled times, which turned out to be brilliant colors without youth.

I also thought of a friend who also regarded himself as the busiest chain in the world, running at high speed.The record he claimed to set was to catch up with a plan, and he didn't sleep for three days and three nights.His house is in a very high-end neighborhood, surrounded by well-equipped gymnasiums, elegant cafes, quiet bars, and bookstores where you can sit on the ground.But he passed by every day, but he never had time to go in and sit for a while, leisurely flipping through a magazine, or sipping a cup of green tea or coffee.I went to see him once, but it was only an hour, he got up and answered 5 calls, non-stop discussing the need for a new advertisement, a delicious Italian dessert I ordered, he didn't even pay attention Take a look, not to mention, taste that delicious taste that melts in your mouth.

There is an anecdote among acquaintances that he was so busy that he was so busy that one day he stayed up late in the office to catch up with the design, and the wind suddenly blew the door open.He thought it was a colleague visiting for nothing, so he asked Feng to sit down without raising his head.After half an hour in the wind, he felt the cold, and then he did not look up as usual, and said to the empty chair beside him: "Can you please close the door?"It's a pity that the wind couldn't hear his words, and as usual, it rushed in.He finally raised his head amidst a series of sneezes, looked at the empty chairs and the wide open door, sighed, and said, "It's really rude, you come and go without saying hello, and you don't even remember to close the door."

So we were not surprised that he didn't go to any of the class reunions later, but occasionally, on a certain occasion, we met him, holding a hot phone in his right hand and talking about a certain project, and stretched out his left hand towards you. There was an expression on his face that was too late to adjust. At that time, we always screamed at him as if we had met a rare animal, no matter whether he could spare his mouth and say "Hello!" The warm big hand patted our shoulders.

And people like him, I often meet them unexpectedly in the garden with the scenery in the middle of the street, on the side of the road full of plane trees, on the streets in winter with flying snowflakes, and in the night with the gentle moonlight.They never noticed me, and they didn't know how quiet my heart was when I stood in the warm sunshine or in the charming moonlight.They just walk with their heads down, walking, and identify themselves as the most important chain in this world. It seems that once they stop, everything in the world will be instantly paralyzed and unable to function.

But how humble we are when we walk in this world. When we walk by, it is just a negligible wind. When we walk on a busy street, the leaves or dust that we lift up will be restored in just a moment. to what it used to be.

So it’s better to be a flower, no feet, no need to run, but, even if it’s only for a moment, the beauty of watching quietly is worth living and staying for.

(End of this chapter)