"Happy New Year..." Rong Tong was lost for a moment.
The young man calmly waved his sleeves and stretched out his hand to signal her to sit. Rong Tong reacted, quickly gathered her thoughts, rolled up her skirt and lowered her body, but she didn't know how to "sit" in the helpless air. A student chair had already caught her. , her feet touched the cement floor, and her horse-faced skirt turned into a chiffon skirt. When she looked up, everything around her had been turned upside down——
She was in a classroom. The ceiling fan above her head was covered with thick dust. She was probably worried about whether the dust would get all over her head and face when she sat under it. The smell of Nescafe coffee was mixed with Fengyoujing, and it even smelled a little bit. It stings my nose and makes me wonder why I could stay here for a whole year as if nothing had happened.
The blackboard is also an old one, but one wall is painted black, with cracks in the middle and stained with chalk and white dust. A round clock hangs on the left and an old-fashioned color screen TV hangs on the right. On the side of the podium facing the students, there is stubborn white paper left after the stickers were torn off. The desks and chairs are arranged neatly in rows after rows. There are schoolbags stuffed in each desk hole. There are scattered textbooks and papers on the table. Everyone It seems like I just went to have dinner in a hurry and will come back to study in a hurry.
At this time, the sky was filled with sunset, and the rolling camphors were outside the window. She heard the banging of basketballs on the playground in the distance, which made the classroom even more silent. She was the only one left here... No, there was also the big school opposite. The boy is wearing a cleanly starched white shirt. His facial contours are clear and handsome, and his complexion is a healthy wheat color. It makes people feel energetic just looking at him. However, in the fragmented light and shadow, his brows are calm and far-sighted, which completely escapes that feeling. Suppressed.
"I thought maybe you would feel more comfortable like this, after all, we haven't seen each other for a long time." The older boy handed over a pair of chopsticks, "Didn't we often have dinner like this before?"
Yes, it often happens like this. After the last period of get out of class, they study till night, but the time interval is too short, so many students choose to have dinner directly at school. Some go to the cafeteria, some go to the small shop at the school gate, and some pack the food and take it back to the classroom. eat.
Rong Tong took the chopsticks and picked out a stick of rice noodles and put it in his mouth. The taste was the same as before. The taste was relatively close to Hunan, Hubei and Guizhou regions, but it was not too spicy. The soup was delicious and a little piping hot. Just the right temperature to keep your stomach warm in winter.
"You are really obsessed with rice noodles." She stirred the rice noodles and finally spoke.
"No way, I'm actually not good at cooking food. I only have rice noodles, which I watched my mother cook since she was a child." He smiled, "But you know my mother is from Hunan, and the taste is quite different from ours. , as long as you can get used to it."
No wonder he liked oil and spicy food before. It turned out that the aunt was a local... But she didn't know before.
Rong Tong became interested in the cup of pearl milk tea again. She reached out to take it and inadvertently saw the big boy eating. Even if it was hot rice noodles soaked in red oil, he ate them gracefully and without any sound from beginning to end, like He came from a family with extremely strict upbringing.
She lowered her eyes and silently took a sip of milk tea... It was so sweet, seven times sweeter than the damn pearl milk tea in the Golden Arches.
"When did you become so sweet?" she couldn't help but ask.
He was stunned for a moment, but he immediately understood, "Is it too sweet?" He reached out to take the cup of milk tea, his fingertips touched the wall of the cup and it lit up slightly, and then handed the milk tea to her, "Sorry, it's like this. "
Rong Tong took a sip, well, now it's as sweet as Golden Arches milk tea.
"I remember that our taste preference is sweeter, but it turned out to be self-defeating." He said helplessly.
"No...actually you're pretty good at it." Rong Tong said without hesitation. She took a sip and finished the entire cup of sweet milk tea, including those "pearls" with a strange taste. Then there was a cloying sweet taste in her mouth. Perhaps because the other person's behavior was too dignified, she could only pay attention to her eating posture, so she ate slowly. Occasionally she would try to find some topics to talk about, mostly reminiscing about old times. Every time, the big boy opposite would respond, and she could feel that he was trying his best to pick up on her words.
But it's like a person who has been accustomed to cherishing words like gold for a long time, and now he is trying hard to actively prevent the atmosphere from cooling down. Although he is whitewashing the peace, he can already hear the deliberateness and reluctance in his words.
I remember that in the past, there were almost no such embarrassing moments between them. In just one meal, they talked nonsense all over the world, worrying about when Baodao would return to the embrace of the motherland, and the English teacher asked them to go to a designated store to buy exercises. Is there any kickback? The boy's history scores have clearly never been at the forefront of the class, but he talks endlessly about Rommel Montgomery's tactics, while she is more focused on the love history of Sanmao and Zhang Ailing, both of whom are fainting from the other's eloquence. He was about to fall asleep, but he had the ability to take advantage of the other person's pause to find a way to get into his own topic. Anyway, he would never let his mouth rest. In the end, the two of them ended up in the same place, returning to the trivial matters on campus, the homework assignments assigned by the teacher, and the upcoming events. on the exam.
Often when the preparation bell rings, they reluctantly throw away their empty lunch boxes and begin to slowly take out their homework books and papers.
She thought, it would be great if the real sixteen-year-old Rong Tong was sitting here. Thirty-year-old Rong Tong does not have the hobby of dwelling on the past. She is used to looking forward. Her life is always filled with the busyness around her and dense plans for the future. The regrets of youth are found in the daytime. There are only a few empty seats, and there are only a few early mornings when I am lucky enough to remember last night's dreams, and there will be a few sighs with unclear emotions.
She didn't expect that this regret was so deep and complete that when it was really touched, it uprooted countless memories, and those details were so clear that even she was surprised. Memories are more stubborn than she thought, and they are far less easily forgotten than the world thinks.
Fourteen years have passed. During these fourteen years, she has finished college, started a business, failed, and started another business. The company has struggled to operate. She has traveled around the world to promote, raise funds, and knows so many people that she needs to classify them. After opening two or three WeChat accounts, she was in a "love" for three years, got engaged, found out that she was cheated into a marriage, and finally traveled through time. In the cultivation world for a year, she killed two people with her own hands and infiltrated Kunlun's management. She has witnessed the great scene of zombies attacking the city... She has definitely not wasted these fourteen years. On the contrary, her life has been more ups and downs than most ordinary people's lives.
but……
"Zhang Wei," Rong Tong put down her chopsticks and looked up at him. She rarely called a boy by his name like this. In the past, she was either "Zhang Ergou" or "Zhang Erluozi", but she found that facing him like this , she couldn't scream.
The other party said "hmm" softly, indicating that he was listening.
"You know, the desks in No. 1 Middle School never only have a few textbooks. There are so many high school textbooks and exercises that are used almost every day. At that time, everyone had bookends on their desks, unless they took the trouble to move a row of books to On the ground, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to eat and chat face to face like we do now.”
"Of course, our desks were not of this style. At that time, it was a large red lacquered wood desk with two holes. The chair was a long bench. After sitting for a long time, my buttocks hurt. We both bought soft seat cushions. ."
"On the other hand, the blackboard is really not that shabby. We are in a key class. We have a push-pull blackboard and an LCD screen hidden inside the blackboard. The head teacher tells the students on duty who clean the blackboard every day to be gentle. The LCD screen inside is worth tens of thousands."
"And are you dressed like this just waiting for the dean to catch you? No. 1 Middle School has to wear a school uniform every day, which is a blue and white jacket. It's very ugly and has the same style for men and women. And you're sixteen years old, aren't you? I will wear the new Uniqlo white shirt that was only released in 17 years.”
"Finally..." Rong Tong said softly, "Do you know that your current appearance is less than 30% similar to the real sixteen-year-old Zhang Wei?"
Sixteen-year-old Zhang Wei, who loves animation and online games, is very partial to science, is a straight man, and lacks eyesight. When Zhang Wei sat down next to her with a basketball in his hand and was covered in sweat, she also wanted to beat this fellow student to death. table. This kind of big boy seems to be able to fish out a lot of goods from major middle schools in China, but he has a face that is very suitable for the aesthetics of young girls.
What is the aesthetics of a young girl in bloom? To borrow the words of her teenage idol Annie Baby, her face should blend the characteristics of a woman and a child, and the word "soft" should be emphasized.
Not a sissy, but not a pure male aesthetic with thick eyebrows, big eyes, bulging muscles, and every line on the face is as sharp as a knife or an axe. It is difficult to describe it in words. To put it into words, it is more like the sunshine before seven o'clock in the morning. It will not burn the eyes, but every ray is warm and bright, making people excited and close.
"...Really?" He was stunned, and then sighed, "I'm sorry."
The illusory classroom collapsed instantly, and they were still dressed in wide robes and long sleeves, sitting opposite each other in the night sky, surrounded by countless sky lanterns.
"If you say this, should I suspect that you are a fake? After all, this world is supernatural and anything can happen, right?" Rong Tong stared at him.
"This suspicion is reasonable, and I'm afraid I can't prove my innocence." He still had no excuse.
Rong Tong suddenly laughed, with an uncertain expression, "Why did you recognize him so quickly? You should say, 'If I am fake, then these must only be peeking into your memory, and since I have peeked into your memory, why? Making such a flawed mistake?'"
"If there really is a way to know your origin, how can you be sure that you can only use peeking into your memory?" He smiled helplessly, "As you said, anything can happen in the cultivation world."
"You actually started to analyze it seriously like this. I can't even continue what you said." She still had a bright smile on her face.
"Okay, just assume that I just said it as you did, how should you refute it?"
"Rebuttal? Why should I refute?" She put her chin on her hands, "You are obviously Zhang Wei."
There was a little surprise on his face.
"I'm just thinking about how long it will take for a person to almost forget his original appearance, to the point where he can't even piece together a complete scene from a memory, and to the point where the memory of his hometown only has scattered fragments."
"Zhang Wei, I have only been here for a year, and I was twenty-nine when I traveled through time. What about you? How many years have you been here?"
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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who threw [landmines]: Qi Xiu 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
20 bottles of Aye; 10 bottles of Moli; 4 bottles of Qi Xiu and Ye Qifengyin; 1 bottle of Xiaotianshi;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
