On January 10th, at 12:30 noon, the classroom was already empty after school.
It snowed this morning, with snow particles floating intermittently. This was already the second snowfall this year, and Feng Wuli also wore a white down jacket.
The light shining on the human body is cold. We are on lunch break now. After the English test in the afternoon, we will go on winter vacation. Feng Wuli is sitting alone in the classroom. It is completely white outside. When he is doing Chinese reading comprehension, he comes across an essay "Snow in the North Country", which contains: Written like this.
A tree-lined path stretched along the line of poplar trees to the dark end. The misty moonlight shone, dividing the white road covered with residual snow into steps. Xiaoxue and Wei Tao were wrapped in Wearing thick cotton clothes, we walked quietly.
He exhaled a breath of white mist and looked at the rag doll in his hand. It was actually just a piece of cloth with a ball of cotton wrapped inside. After he drew a person's face, he stuffed it into a down bag.
Get up and leave the classroom.
The dining hall is still open, but the food is not hot.
Feng Wuli walked to the railing of the playground track. There were still a few students waiting for takeout in the cold wind. The first and second graders of high school had finished their exams a few days ago and left. The rest were all hard-working senior high school students.
They glanced at someone coming from a distance, and watched carefully to see if it was a teacher. When they found out that it was a student, they guessed they were here to get takeout, so they looked at the railing again, eagerly waiting for the little brother in yellow clothes to appear outside the railing on a battery.
But before the takeaway guy came, I saw a handsome guy in a white down jacket and school uniform passing by outside with his pockets in his pockets.
"!
Why does this person look so familiar? !
When I turned around, I saw that the classmate walking this way was gone.
Looking back outside the railing, good guy, did you climb over the wall and get out? How can a martial arts master be so agile!
Someone recognized Feng Wuli.
After all, most people in the school are mediocre, and any unusual thing can be magnified countless times. In the first year of high school, he got into a fight with a member of society and went to the police station. It doesn’t matter what the truth is. A label is enough for people to talk about it for three years.
And he's handsome, which is so rare.
The snow on the ground on the street was dirty and scattered. Feng Wuli sat down at a Shaxian restaurant outside the school, ate beef noodles and packed some porridge.
…
The door of the teacher's apartment trembled twice. After waiting for about two or three minutes, a little girl with disheveled hair, listlessness, and an abnormal blush on her face opened the door.
"Hey? Why are you here?!"
Jiang Nao thought he was dizzy and hallucinating.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"You come in first."
She gave up her seat. The apartment was a little untidy, but she didn't have time to clean it up.
"Tell me in the future that you went back to bed without eating. I went out and bought you some porridge."
"Why is she telling you this? How did you get out?"
"Climb over the wall. It's easy to climb over the playground railing. Just jump up and push over. There's no monitoring."
She must have just gotten out of bed. She was wearing green long johns that outlined her legs, and a white thermal underwear that fit her body. She was like a diver in a frog suit. She wore a long down jacket and came over to open the door. The down jacket was open. With it open, you can see the beautiful curves of the girl.
….
It was a bit shameful for her classmates to see her like this, let alone the boy she liked, but now she was so dizzy that her love life was almost burning, so why did she care so much.
"I asked her the same thing, and she said you had a fever. I said I knew it, but she became even more angry, as if it was me who caused your fever, so she climbed over the wall and packed a lean meat porridge for you."
"There's also milk tea."
"No, this is mine."
"..." That's right, that's right.
"If you want to drink, wait until it's ready. Just eat the porridge if you haven't eaten. Then take a nap after eating. After the English test in the afternoon, I'll go on winter vacation. If it's serious, go to the hospital."
Jiang Nao was wrapped in down and looked miserable because of his illness: "You don't have to worry about her."
"It has nothing to do with her. After all, she was at the same table for most of the semester." He put the porridge on the living room table.
"You still have a PS4."
She opened the porridge in a sickly state, and it was still steaming. She sat on a stool and stared at the steam rising up in a daze. When she heard Feng Wuli's words, she quickly said: "I installed a National Taiwan University TV before, thinking about not wasting it, so I bought it, but then It’s boring to play alone, so I just keep sitting there.”
It was true that it hadn't been touched much. Feng Wuli had already seen a layer of dust on it. He felt that this little rich woman wanted to redefine what it meant not to waste.
"You can play if you want. I still have a lot of CDs here. I've robbed my cousin a few times, and they all have the most popular ones."
Of course the above is a lie.
She heard that Feng Wuli went to Fatty's house to play with his PS4 during the holidays, so she bought one overnight and delivered it to the apartment the next day. During the summer, she tried to pretend to mention the game console in the apartment inadvertently several times, but the words came to her mouth. She was swallowed back again. She didn't know how to speak, because no matter how she spoke, it was too strange. Could it be that she said: My house is quite big. You are welcome to come to my house to play. You can just sleep when you are tired.
It's okay that he agreed. If he said Brother Nao didn't want it, would he have forced him or drugged him?
Jiang Nao took a sip of the porridge, which was still hot. After swallowing, the heat flowed through the esophagus, and his whole body felt a little warmer, but he couldn't eat anymore after eating half of it.
"I don't feel as dizzy as I did just now... What is that?" She saw Feng Wuli hanging a rag doll by the window.
"It is said that there is a kind of little monster that can drive away bad weather and evil spirits, keep the family safe, and protect people's safety. It is called Saotianpo, or Saoqingniang. I heard that there were great practitioners in ancient times who gave the concept of this monster to people. A rag doll hung under the eaves can dispel diseases and exorcise evil spirits and make the sky clear."
"It looks like a Japanese sunny doll."
"No father is like a son."
"The cultural invasion has made me a little unconfident." Her voice was really soft, and her whole figure seemed to be floating.
"A big country needs to be tougher when it comes to its responsibilities. If you put it another way, like calling it a cultural tribute, it sounds a lot more confident."
He told a bad joke and she opened her mouth, but she was so uncomfortable that she felt dizzy just sitting there.
Feng Wuli sat down to play on her PS4, choosing games there very seriously: "Get some sleep, I can't study anymore. I'll wake you up later and go back to the exam together. We'll have a holiday after the exam. If you really feel uncomfortable, I'll I'll give you a day off this afternoon...do you mind if I sit here with you?"
….
"I don't mind. I don't mind."
"Okay, you still have about an hour to sleep."
"okay."
She went back to her room, closed the door, and opened it again to leave a crack. These little thoughts were childish and meaningless, but she never tired of it.
She walked to the bed and took off her coat, and her head sank heavily into the quilt. As soon as she lay down, she felt that her soul had drifted away. She couldn't even lift a finger in her body. She could only feel the heavy exhalation and inhalation. I am alive.
The little girl looked at the ceiling with blurry eyes. She knew that she was not as serious as she thought, but now she couldn't help but be fascinated by this weakness, as if she was sleeping on the top of a cloud and rising continuously.
As soon as school was over at noon, I went back to the apartment and got under the covers. At that time, I just felt very uncomfortable, very hard, and urgently needed someone to take care of me. When I came back from school, lying in bed didn't feel like resting, but more like finding a grave to bury myself, girl. Telling this cold winter in bed, today is either you or me, but she can't die, or live, and the whole world is just uncomfortable. She feels that the bed is so cold, the apartment is so cold, and the world is so quiet. She was actually afraid of silence. A quiet world would allow her to continuously strengthen her senses, and her senses at that time could only be described as "uncomfortable" until there was a knock on the door and she was pulled out of bed. After opening the door, she was fascinated by that boy. I have arranged a meal, and now I feel like returning to bed after losing World War II. I want to fight to the death again, but this time the bed is not cold, the apartment is not cold, and the world is not quiet.
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Rest? Why are you playing games so loudly? It’s so noisy...
By the time her breathing became gentle and long, the little girl in the bed had already fallen asleep.
Vaguely, she had a dream.
In the dream she was a five or six year old girl.
It's snowing outside.
She was in a bamboo house, lying on the bed feeling breathless and exhausted. She saw a big man wearing a bamboo hat and didn't know what to say.
Can't hear clearly, can't see face.
She looked at him sideways and spoke.
"Sir, am I going to die?"
"It's just a little wind chill."
She finally heard what the other party said.
"Where did you go, sir?"
"I was just about to give me some training. When I came back, there was a Nuo opera in the market town. I thought it was very interesting, so I came back after watching it."
She was a little aggrieved. She was about to die, but her husband was still in the mood to go to the theater.
"Does it look good?"
"nice."
"I want to see it too... Wow, I'm going to die. I don't want to die. If I die, I won't be able to see my husband. My husband hasn't taught me how to read yet. My husband promised to teach me how to read. Wow."
"Hey, I told you I couldn't die, you little girl."
The husband sighed helplessly and made a doll there. He said it was called the Goddess of Heaven, and it could drive away plagues. He should take a nap and it would be fine when he woke up.
She watched her husband making dolls, hanging them by the window, and fell asleep.
"..."
An hour later, the bedroom door opened.
Except for her hair, which was still messy, her clothes were already dressed, and her face was still red, but her energy was much better than when she was half dead just now.
….
The little girl stood quietly by the door. It was sunny outside. The ugly doll was swinging in the wind under the sunny sky. The boy was sitting in front of the TV with his back to her. The light from the window happened to fall on the left side of the boy, and there was a shadow on the right. Jiang Nao seemed to have the illusion that he belonged to her at this moment. In order to prolong the illusion of this moment, she chose not to say anything and looked at his back quietly.
He was carefully watching the picture on the big TV. A two-dimensional girl looked at the person opposite the screen, giving people the illusion that she was looking at him. There were several options below.
Option a: Thank you, Sanjiu, next...
Option b: Sorry, Sanjiu...
Selection: As expected, I still want to choose you, Sanjiu...
Feng Wuli noticed the person behind him, turned his head and glanced at her before continuing to look at the screen: "You're awake, do you want to go to the hospital first? I suggest taking winter vacation half a day early."
"I like you."
He glanced back.
Trying to identify the nature of this statement.
Can't confirm.
He probed: "Do you want to hear thank you or sorry?"
"Me!" She gritted her teeth. No matter what the nature of her charge for love speech was, it was now a joke.
Feng Wuli pressed b ruthlessly, and the sound of v's little brother's private Marseilles rang out in the living room.
"The fever should be gone. I just haven't recovered from the cold yet. It's okay. What game are you playing...?" Her voice was hoarse. She was so feverish that her voice was hoarse.
"Ga."
"...You were playing with butter in the apartment of a girl who just confessed your love and was rejected?"
"Not all gals are butter."
"Then this..."
"It's butter."
She fell silent.
Every time she thought she knew this boy very well, he would always tear up a calendar and turn another page to show you. She thought she opened the door in the wrong way, but suddenly realized that this boy would always do very inexplicable things. He could say calmly that the armpit hair had grown out, but he had already shaved it off for you when you took a shower. There was nothing outrageous that he couldn't do, although he had forgotten this memory.
"This game is yours
Ah, I found it among those CDs of yours. ” Feng Wuli knew very well that at this time, his reasoning was not straight and his anger had to be strong.
"..."
"Come on, the bell is about to ring."
English test in the afternoon.
Ah Feng’s high school English scores were not ideal.
He is a bit difficult, but Heng Shui's writing is pretty good.
After not knowing which bell rang, they finally ushered in the last winter vacation of high school. To be precise, it was the last time in their high school career that they could be sure that they would see each other again next time.
The classmates in the class began to answer questions. Two men at the front table were holding test papers with circles drawn in them. One of them said "d", and the one next to him said "Let's fight. Who wins and who is right."
Feng Wuli laughed. They asked him what to choose. He took a look and chose a.
There was silence for a while.
"This is wrong at first glance, so I was the first to rule it out."
"How can it be a? It's a. I stand on my head and eat the air."
"Don't eat and drink here."
It might be the holiday, everyone is very excited, the class is in a mess, some people have already discussed going to the Internet cafe later, the young lovers are chatting, and people keep coming in and out of the classroom. Sister Shang comes over, says a few words, and finally goes ahead in advance Happy New Year, the whole class applauded and celebrated.
….
"What are your plans for the winter vacation?" Fatty came over and asked.
"I'm going to take the driver's license test."
"You're taking the driver's license test now?"
"Anyway, I have nothing to do. I've already passed Section 2."
"...Would you like to go to the Internet cafe?"
"Forget it, going to an Internet cafe on the first day of vacation is too decadent."
Feng Wuli was not a boarding student, so he walked the easiest way, just like he usually did after school. All his books were placed in drawers and boxes next to the table, and he carried almost nothing in his schoolbag.
The pretty girl at the table next to her had nothing to do. Her driver hadn't arrived yet, so she lay on the table to rest. She turned her face sideways, with half of her face covered by a scarf, revealing a pair of eyes and tilting her head to look at the people around her.
"The class said they would have a dinner together in a few days." Her voice was very soft.
"Probably after the dinner party, they went to the Internet cafe for the night, or they just had these activities." Feng Wuli nodded.
"I've never been to an Internet cafe."
"Uh, there's not much to do, it's a mess."
"Are you going to the dinner party?"
"Let me think about it." Normally, he rarely attends dinner parties with too many people, but this time he nodded and said, "Go ahead, you're already a senior in high school."
"I am coming too."
"...Let's go, bye."
"Yeah." She followed the boy out the door with her eyes, and then buried her face in her arms again.
The snow was half melted and the ground was wet. He pushed his bicycle out of the campus, looked back, turned around, got on the bike and left.
It's a holiday. Compared with when I was a kid, I don't feel any real sense at all. It feels no different from every time I stepped out of campus in the past.
Probably because I grew up.
Or maybe I missed a lot of classes and took a lot of leave this year.
It's not a monster.
The mountains are full of pine nuts
