the most beautiful time

Chapter 7 Let us still dismiss each other (1)

Shin and I met when we were teenagers.That year, Shen transferred to another school. I heard that he was expelled from the previous school because of a fight with puppy love. But without much effort, he relied on his father, who was the leader, to transfer to our middle school with a high enrollment rate. Come.

As soon as he came, he became my deskmate.I reacted strongly, and immediately went to the teacher and said that no matter what, I should transfer Shen away from me, otherwise I would rather stand and listen to the class.The teacher persuaded him in every possible way, and revealed the secret, saying that Shen is surrounded by outstanding students like me who are dedicated to studying and don't like nonsense. Even if he wants to talk, who will talk to him?After a long time, he feels bored, and he will stop some bad habits. Maybe you can let him lead him on a good road, not necessarily.I sneered at the teacher's long-term plan. I didn't believe that such a squinting ruffian would "get close to the vermilion and be red"; of course, we would not "get close to the ink and black". Stopped the appeal and returned to the original seat.

He obviously also dismissed me, an excellent student with black-rimmed eyes.When I was in class, I saw me raising my hand to answer questions many times, showing off, so I pursed my lips and made a "hum" in my nose, like a fly touching the tip of my nose.If I got the answer right, the teacher couldn't help but praise me a few words. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at my radiant face, and then bent down on the table with a look of frustration, and turned his hand, boringly, to touch the book. When, there is a slight dissatisfied snapping sound.If I stand up confidently and express an opinion impassionedly, but the teacher completely denies it, he will be very proud and keep scanning me, with a little bit of sympathy and regret in his eyes.He obviously knows that such sympathy is the most damaging to my self-esteem and pride. The sights that shoot over me are always hitting the target, piercing my bulging conceit, leaving a tired shell.

And me, too.Many teachers don't buy into such a poor student with a background. They only value grades and believe that only students who study well can bring them real glory and light; Helping students, there is one more and one less, and there is no big difference between knowing and not knowing.When the teachers saw his "bad record" file, they already regarded him as a hidden air in their hearts.From time to time, under the indifferent eyes of the teachers, my morale is greatly boosted. It seems that I can easily knock down this opponent without a single soldier.I will also take 10 minutes between classes to take the opportunity of the teacher to give a lecture, and raise a sap for him who is trying to show off after class.

This is just a small and small friction, like a warm-up before a master fights. It has no major effect except to make us despise each other even more.I always thought that we were just walking on two unrelated roads, no matter how time passed, we would never meet each other, but once, the cold arrows shot by two people, in mid-air, rubbed against each other. They touched each other, bursting out cold and dazzling flames.

It was at a summary meeting at the end of the semester. As an outstanding student representative, I went up to speak.And he, as a typical bad student, will do self-criticism.The moment the two passed by on the stage, he suddenly stopped me with his shoulder and said, wait for me in the classroom after school.I ignored him and walked straight up with my head held high.But after the convention ended that day, I stayed on without fear.I think if I can settle the invisible grievances between us with my fist, I will be happy to accompany you.

As the number of people in the classroom became smaller and smaller, the air between us became more and more tense. I could almost smell the strong smell of gunpowder, like a snake, spitting out its core, and wandering over.As long as the last person to leave gently closes the classroom door, a fierce battle will break out.

However, there is no flash of sword.When the last student turned to go out, he stood up, picked up a piece of chalk, and drew a line vigorously in the middle of the desk, then threw the chalk back smartly, and said with a sneer: From now on, we No one has to lose their eyes anymore, each go his own way, each seeks his own job, you have your proud capital, and I also have my source of pride.If you insist on using your standards and despise me, then maybe in the near future, we will have to rely on our fists to solve the problem.However, what I hope more is that there is a "non-violent non-cooperation movement" between us.When he said this, he smiled slyly for the historical vocabulary he borrowed for himself.And I couldn't help it, and said with a smile: Okay, from now on, we will non-violent non-cooperation.

So far we have become dismissive strangers, no longer pay attention to each other.He continued his carefree life, and I focused on flying to that higher place.He still caused troubles from time to time, and he was still the enemy of every outstanding student, but he left me completely in a mossy, dank corner.

In the third year of high school, we hardly spoke a word, and the atmosphere in the class was always dull. I didn't even bother to talk to my close friends, let alone him, a poor student who was sentenced to "life imprisonment" by the college entrance examination.He has long since stopped studying, coming and going every day is just a symbolic form.Except for class, he basically doesn't stay in the classroom. He has his own community. I heard that he gets along well with every student who has no hope in the exam. They call each other brothers and they hit it off very much.But in my opinion, they are nothing more than suffering brothers and sisters. In a few days, this group of down-and-out "nobles" will be swept away by the college entrance examination.

The torrential rain came and went quickly. On the day the results were released, I saw a group of lively people on the school playground, and the most vigorous leader was Shen.I watched him jump up and down in the crowd, and from time to time, he was blocked from seeing. There was only a few tens of meters between us, but I knew that it was a close distance, and we would never be able to cross it.

I heard that under the guidance of his father, Shen went to the army and learned to drive in the army. His skills were superb, and he drove alone among the steep and rugged mountains, as stable as flat ground.He still looked rebellious, even with such a strict army, he didn't take away all his sharpness.We had never met each other at class reunions. To Shen, we, a group of excellent students who had made a name for themselves in college, were nothing but strangers to him.He is just an occasional topic when we get together.

One evening a few years later, I saw Shen again at a noisy night market in a small town.He was drinking draft beer with a group of people in front of an open-air restaurant.The moment we looked up, our eyes suddenly met.At that moment, none of us moved, just looked at each other across the road indifferently.Just like many years ago, we were in an empty classroom, waiting for the crowd to clear up and understand the grievances.

In the end, it was still Shin, who gave a dismissive smile, then looked away lightly, and continued to drink with others.And I, at that moment, knew that time would never give us the chance to meet again.We will always be travelers on two roads.

In life, there will always be some people who will not become close friends, nor will they become enemies.We just disdain each other and alienate each other spiritually.However, to be able to pass by, to be able to casually say "Oh, this person, I know" when others mention it, such a strange fate is like a stone that occasionally stumbles, or a plant that stumbles us. Weeds are given to our monotonous journey to enrich our dull memories, not necessarily, not a good thing.

And the meaning of a journey is probably here.

Dear Lan, I have already received the letter you wrote. These days, I have been putting it on the bedside and reading it over and over again, but I still don’t know how to open my mouth and give you the answer I didn’t want.As a sister who is 10 years older than you, I should give you a correct and optimistic guidance at the crossroads of life, but, dear Lan, I cannot.

Before the age of 16, you have been living in the beautiful fairy tales compiled for you by adults. With the help of your parents and friends, you see this society too simply. In your eyes, the world is a fluffy and sweet cotton candy. Or a full and fragrant camellia, close your eyes and smell it, the fragrance is refreshing.Now, I just want to wake you up, open your eyes and take a look at the real world, and see that in addition to goodness, fairness, selflessness, and light, this society also has evil, injustice, selfishness, and darkness.If, one day, you meet them unexpectedly, then, apart from endless complaints and loss, how should you deal with the life that is still intertwined with black and white after the frost, in addition to endless complaints and loss?
You said that your teachers always told you that as long as you work hard, you will gain something, and fate is fair to everyone; and you have always believed that this time is of decisive significance for your recommendation to a prestigious university after one year For the exam, if you devote yourself wholeheartedly, you will definitely get rich fruits.When you walked out of the examination room, you sent a text message to me confidently, saying that one of your feet has already entered the threshold of a prestigious university.These two years of hard work have made your comprehensive ranking always the first in the entire grade.All the teachers also think that you are the shining star in the honor column half a year later. You are smart, hardworking, persistent, versatile, and everyone likes you. The champion will definitely not be someone else.And this exam is just the last door that has been automatically opened to you.

(End of this chapter)