I had never seen her in such a position before. I was so frightened that I forgot to struggle for a moment. She dragged her all the way to the intersection and blended into the crowd waiting for the red light. My best friend breathed a sigh of relief. Rong Tong was about to When I asked, I saw her put down her schoolbag, fished out a folding mirror, chose the angle, and pressed it against Rong Tong's head:
"Have you seen this aunt in red?" My best friend pointed to the mirror, and two girls appeared face to face like a mug shot. In the back, there was a middle-aged woman in her forties standing under the school wall. She was tightly wrapped in an orange-red windbreaker, with her hair tied up high. In front of her was the gate where students were constantly pouring out. However, she did not move around and looked around, as if she had come to pick up her children, but she Something felt wrong that was indescribable.
"Do you know how long she has been staring at you just now?" my best friend said excitedly, pulling Rong Tong's sleeve, "Holy shit, when I saw you just now, she had already started walking behind you, did you know that?! "
Rong Tong's attention was all on that idiot, and he really didn't notice it. However, just as her best friend was talking, the middle-aged woman looked over again. She was so frightened that her best friend quickly started to pretend to cut her hair in the mirror.
"Who is this person? Why is she staring at me?" Rong Tong shuddered a little, maybe he encountered some human trafficking gang...
My best friend snorted coldly, "Fuck you, great dog!"
"Huh? Wei...dog?"
"That's Zhang Wei. We used to call him 'Wei Shen' because he was good at math, but since his mother came, all the girls in the class have called him that."
Her best friend briefly and comprehensively told Rong Tongyan the bloody storm that had occurred in the school during the first two weeks of school: About ten days ago, when they were studying in the evening, this middle-aged woman suddenly broke into the classroom, slapped a bunch of love letters on the podium, and screamed: The girls in the class came up to "claim" her.
She imitated the lady's sarcastic tone in a clever way: "What kind of class are you in? Is it even a key class? What are these piles of stuff? It's really too much for you guys. Girls!! My son is going to Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future. Can you afford to delay it?! Girls nowadays really have no shame at all!! Your parents don’t teach you, but today I will teach you—"
Although there were only about ten girls left in the class who didn't know why, it didn't stop them from being frightened. When Zhang Wei rushed to drag him away, the lady was still cursing. Later, the head teacher and grade teacher arrived one after another and finally brought the situation under control.
"It turned out that within a few days, his mother came again. First, she made a fuss in the class teacher's office and asked the old class to 'deal with' the girl who wrote the love letter. Later, she actually made a fuss in the principal's office and said she was going to the Education Bureau to complain about our No. 1 middle school's 'corruption of moral conduct.' …My God, it’s so weird.”
My best friend was still frightened, "Did you know that none of the love letters his mother brought were signed? Zhang Wei refused to say who wrote them. His mother asked her old classmate to give her the exercise books handed in by our class, one by one. The comparison and handwriting check were really scary. Fortunately, my boss didn’t give me any help, otherwise it would have been a writing inquisition!”
Rong Tong's heart was beating wildly. When she mentioned "love letters", she immediately thought of her "prank". At that time, when I was studying Lin Juemin's "A Letter to My Wife", she was so moved that she was moved to the point of bursting into tears. Her stupid deskmate was not touched at all. Even after she had explained it to him in advance, the teacher asked him to ask questions the next day. I still can't figure out the central idea. She was so angry that her chest hurt, and the fool was still pointing out the country nonchalantly, saying that if you are revolutionary, then be revolutionary. There is no point in doing these lingering things. How can it be included in Chinese textbooks?
So Rong Tong gritted her teeth and wrote the first love letter in her life, using all her romantic skills and literary talent to create a fictional innocent girl who was irresistible to all the two-spined ape otakus. She was anonymous and secretly stuffed. into his table hole. At that time, it was just to let him feel the throbbing of being hit by an arrow in the heart. First understand love, and then apologize to love literature, which occupies one of the most important positions in literary history.
In the end, because the writing was too literary, he didn’t understand it...
Thinking about it now, she was just full and full at that time, but what she had gained at that time was actually a spirit of becoming more courageous with each setback. If the innocent girl couldn't do it, she would change to a hot sweetheart, and if she couldn't, she would change to a tsundere queen. ... There are so many different characters... In the end, she couldn't remember whether there were any emotions quietly fermenting under the cover of her boring prank, so that the first strokes were so bold that they were full of charm. Later, I don’t know why, but the writing became more and more green, and every word revealed careful exploration and young Ai Chun’s love that had nowhere to put it.
However, he always finished reading or listening to it with a smile, and remained indifferent with his elm-headed head focused on loneliness. In the end, she unilaterally stopped the "prank" out of frustration. She was half angry about this, but half happy. She was happy that this big boy seemed to be stuck forever in his youthful days when he didn't understand love. He didn't belong to her, but he didn't belong to anyone either. He seemed to be sitting there forever. Beside her, like the pretentious declaration on the cover of a gaudy notebook, time never gets old and youth never fades away.
But why so quickly, she seemed to have seen the signs of youth disintegrating before her eyes...
"...In the past, he was always shouting about playing basketball in class, or chatting about online games and anime with the people in the back row of our class. I really didn't think he was so lucky!"
"Oh, I really feel that the girls in our class have been wronged. After listening to his Chinese class and being called out by the teacher to read those 'masterpieces', who will still be fond of this person after listening to him! He must have been treated badly by others. It was written by a girl from another class who was deceived by her appearance. Do you remember there was a girl named Yu Sisi in Class 5? I heard that she was in a panic these days. People said that she really confessed to Wei Gou. Those dozens of love letters It was her hand; Zhang Yue from Class 9 is said to have asked our class for Weigou’s phone number a long time ago, and she is also very suspicious..."
No matter how angry you are, gossip is a common talent among girls. It didn’t take long for my best friend to start to speculate on who the real owner of the stack of love letters was.
Rong Tong's mind wandered, yes, how could the love letters that he could treasure one after another be the product of her playful nature? At that time, he didn't care at all. Whether it was an innocent girl, a hot sweetheart or a tsundere queen, it was printed in black and white. To him, it was no different from the classical Chinese in Chinese textbooks.
It turns out that it's not that he won't be tempted, he just won't be tempted by her.
"Later on, his mother came to pick him up after school every day. Any female creature that was more than one meter away from her son would receive her death stare." The best friend glanced at the mirror, which reflected the middle-aged woman in a red trench coat catching him. Zhang Wei frowned and asked what he was talking about. When Zhang Wei answered, his smile was very forced, as if he was deliberately concealing the tiredness showing in his heart.
"Sigh... To be honest, Wei Gou is unlucky to have such a neurotic mother. Who dares to marry him in the future? He is such a small class girl, but he is just like a scumbag. Now there is no one in our class. If a woman dares to talk to him, she is afraid of being labeled as 'shameless'." My best friend shook her head and sighed.
Rong Tong couldn't help but look back at the idiot. He held his mother's arm and walked towards the bus stop. He was still explaining something to his mother with his head down. The two gradually walked away. From the beginning to the end, he didn't dare to look back. Give her a look.
My best friend also paid close attention to what was going on here and there. Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief and started to put away the mirror. Only then did she react, "Speaking of which, why did you come here today? I was shocked when I got the call from Weigou. You do you know?"
"I'm here to see Mr. Zhang Er." Rong Tong admitted without hesitation. She stared at the red light starting to jump across the street: "After all, I tutored him in Chinese for half a year, and he still owes me a 'teacher appreciation banquet.' He made an appointment with me a long time ago. He used to eat at the Changde Beef Noodle Shop opposite my school every day and said that he would show me what authentic Hunan rice noodles are after the restaurant is renovated."
"The two of us can go eat too!" My best friend's eyes flashed, "After eating, I will ask him for the rice noodles money. I will treat it as if he has invited you."
"No, I'm not very good at eating spicy food. Today you save me from fire and water. I'll treat you to a Pizza Hut, and how about a Haagen-Dazs?"
The best friends cheered as the red light turned green. They crossed the long zebra crossing hand in hand with the flow of people and walked towards the distance with tall buildings.
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When the red light turned green, Rong Tong stepped on the pedal, crossed the crosswalk at high speed, stepped on the brakes in front of the bicycle shed, got off the car, pushed forward, and locked the bicycle in one go. She turned around and ran towards the school gate. She was so eager that she forgot to take out her school ID card. When she was stopped by the security guard, she rummaged in her jacket pocket with shaking hands. When she pulled out the school ID belt, her keys, change, and coins fell to the ground with a clang, as if It proves that sentence, the more anxious you are, the more something is holding you back.
She picked up things in a panic, fearing that tears would fall if something happened. But the more I think about it, the more things go wrong. The road construction ahead, and the fact that I almost ran in the wrong direction to the teacher's office building because I haven't been back for two years... All these things seem to be putting pressure on a person who is running at the extreme speed of a marathon. Stone.
In the end, she couldn't remember whether she had really shed tears, or they might have been mixed with the sweat flowing down her neck. As she ran up the stairs one by one, the only thing she remembered was her pounding heartbeat and the increasing intensity of her tears. Her breathing was so heavy that she finally stood at the door of the Academic Affairs Office, holding her knees and breathing heavily for a long time. She wiped off half a pack of tissues to wipe off her sweat, and then she could barely maintain her basic demeanor. Then, she finally knocked on the door and came in. The cool air from the air conditioner hit her face.
There are already more than a dozen students gathered in the Academic Affairs Office, and the time limit for returning to school to register is as long as one week. Generally, schools require students whose grades are among the top 1,000 in the province to come in early. Seeing Rong Tong arrive, many people looked over, including some of their former acquaintances and classmates.
But there is no him here.
The boy from the front and back tables took the initiative to greet her. She was so lost that she didn't even recognize him for a moment. In fact, they weren't very familiar with each other. At that time, it was mainly Erlunzi who had a more open conversation with him... By the way -
"Where's Zhang Wei? Why didn't he come today?!" She suppressed her eagerness and excitement.
"Viagra? You don't know?" The boy looked strange, "He probably won't show up."
"Why...why?"
"He gave up his qualification to be admitted to Tsinghua University, and it is said that he applied for a university in Hong Kong. He had a falling out with his mother because of this, and moved out directly from home. He doesn't know where to work to earn living expenses. Don't talk about us now. Now, even his mother can’t find him.” The boy shook his head and said, “I’m no longer logged in to QQ, and my phone number has also been changed. He’s such a cruel person!”
Yeah……
She blankly took out her mobile phone, clicked on the address book, and dialed the number she had not dared to call for two years. A mechanical female voice immediately sounded: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed does not exist..."
"Look, what I said is true..." The boy next to him scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, and... thank you." Whether she was apologizing or thanking her, her voice was so difficult that she could only make a light breath.
Ah...I thought it was just a temporary end, but it turns out it's over a long time ago, between us.
But how could this be...how could this be...I'm not too greedy, just let me say goodbye to you, okay?
Isn’t it possible...?
Three minutes after walking into the door, Rong Tong left again in silence. She sat on the stairs leading to the rooftop, sobbing in the mottled sunlight and shadows.
Youth is over, and it’s not spectacular at all.
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Many years later, Zhang Wei’s mother said: What kind of cultivation world are you in? You are doing great harm to this world of cultivation. Excuse me, this is too much. What are you doing in this world of cultivation? My son has been single for fifteen hundred years, and his hair is now white. What should I do if you call me son? He doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, okay? What kind of cultivation world are you talking about? You killed my son. Who is Heaven? Come out quickly, you gods. If you don't come, I'm going to call the police! Let me tell you, you guys, doing these things like cultivating immortals and overcoming tribulations all day long will get you killed! You have no future, I tell you, wouldn’t you monks get married and carry on the family line? What’s the point of cultivating immortality all day long? What’s the point! Could you please pay attention to your goals in life? Is it human to practice and fight all day long? If you practice immortality all day long and don't talk about friends, you will lose your descendants! ! ! Cultivation to immortality kills people! ! !
A certain little boss, a certain boss: "Okay, okay, auntie, do you think we can continue the family lineage with your son?"
Zhang Wei’s mother: died
