The chill of winter penetrates into the bones, and the cold wind pours into the classroom through the cracks, blowing loudly.
Meng Yao tightened her heavy down jacket tightly, her finger joints were frozen. She listened to the class and took notes in the book from time to time.
The seat next to him was still empty. Meng Yao counted the time and found that Song Siqi should be finishing training soon.
After her monthly vacation, she lost her mobile phone and lost contact with Song Siqi.
But on the other hand, this is also a good thing. Busy with studying and no information exchange, Meng Yao could restrain himself from thinking about some things. Even if my mind wanders occasionally, it only lasts for a moment, and I can quickly bring my thoughts back.
The day Song Siqi and the others went back to school was Tuesday, which happened to be class time. Due to the strong wind, the front and back doors of the classroom were closed tightly. The history teacher was in class, and a knock on the door interrupted the teacher's passionate narration. The history teacher looked at the door. Su Yan pushed open the front door of the classroom, stood outside the door and shouted "Report".
Behind him stood Song Siqi and Xi Rou.
The history teacher knew that three people in her class had gone to another school to participate in an English training camp. He nodded when he heard the report, and made a gesture to them to come in. Then he naturally continued the content before being interrupted, reminding the people below the podium that knowledge was important. Click to take notes.
Song Siqi returned to her seat, but because the teacher on the podium did not dare to speak to Meng Yao, she winked at her playfully.
The desk had been kept clean during the week she was away from school. She lowered her head to find a history book from the table. Her arm was touched by Meng Yao. When she looked up, she saw Meng Yao pushing a history book over.
The book was open, with notes written on it, in Meng Yao's handwriting.
Song Siqi looked at it and saw that there was a history book in front of Meng Yao's desk. She thought of something, took the book handed over by Meng Yao and turned to the first page inside, and then she saw her name in the blank space.
After that, Song Siqi slowly noticed some changes in her belly.
The table was a little messy before she left for training, and the books were not arranged as they were now. She took out two books while the history teacher wasn't paying attention, opened them, and unsurprisingly saw Meng Yao's handwriting on them.
It was obvious that during the week she was away from school, Meng Yao had been helping her take notes in each class.
If it weren't for the fact that the history teacher was standing on the podium during class, Song Siqi would have wanted to immediately lean over and give Meng Yao a bear hug.
Actions cannot express it, but thoughts can still be conveyed.
Song Siqi wrote two words on the draft to Meng Yao: I love you! ! !
Three exclamation points next to each other expressed her gratitude.
Meng Yao smiled.
After class, Song Siqi was sitting in her seat. The classmate at the front desk had not seen her for a week and was still a little new. He turned to her and asked: "Song Siqi, was the training camp fun?"
Song Siqi was reading the notes Meng Yao had taken for her this week. She rolled her eyes and replied, "Don't mention it, it's not fun, I'm going crazy."
The person at the front desk looked curious and asked, "How do you say it?"
Song Siqi sighed, put down the book, and complained: "I didn't think that the preliminary round was like a large-scale involution. I was still very motivated after the preliminary round results came out, but the week of training finally made me understand what it means to be an outsider." There are mountains outside the mountains.”
"Anyway, my self-confidence is almost completely destroyed."
The person at the front desk had never participated in the competition, so he thought she was being modest and said in surprise, "Really or not? Are you so awesome?"
Song Siqi said "Yeah" and said, "Anyway, my performance is average, but fortunately there are some promising people in our school."
The person at the front desk smiled and did not continue to ask. There were only a few people in the school participating in the competition. It didn't take much thinking to know who Song Siqi meant by "people who strive for success".
Meng Yao listened to the whole thing silently. When he thought of something, he paused his pen and walked away for a while.
After the training camp, preparations for the finals followed.
Song Siqi was normal about the final result, but when the opportunity came, she still wanted to work hard, at least without any regrets.
In the days leading up to the finals, she almost forgot to eat and sleep.
During lunch, Song Siqi was still studying questions and had no intention of leaving the classroom. Meng Yao went to the cafeteria to have a meal alone, and then helped Song Siqi pack a portion of fried rice to take to the classroom.
When Meng Yao came back with the lunch box, Song Siqi was taking advantage of the lunch break. No one was in the classroom and she was looking at her mobile phone openly.
When Meng Yao got closer, he realized that she was sending a message.
Song Siqi is writing words with a pen in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. The illuminated screen displayed group chat information.
Meng Yao had no intention of looking at it, but when she put the lunch box on the desk in front of Song Siqi, Song Siqi's mobile phone just rang a notification tone for receiving new messages.
Song Siqi tapped her finger on the screen, and Meng Yao heard Zheng Hua's voice.
Meng Yao couldn't help but glanced at Song Siqi's phone.
The group chat that Song Siqi is in does not have a group name, but their respective WeChat names are grouped together, and the number of people in the group is displayed at the back.
Song Siqi put her phone to her lips and sent a voice response to Zheng Hua. Meng Yao could clearly hear that they were discussing a topic.
After that, she threw the phone aside, took the lunch box and thanked Meng Yao: "Meng Yao, you are simply an angel."
Before Meng Yao could respond, Song Siqi's cell phone rang again, and it was still Zheng Hua's voice. Song Siqi clicked on it, and Zheng Hua said in the noisy background: "Xu Yao is right."
Song Siqi replied OK.
After she sent this message, the phone screen that was on went silent and quickly turned off.
I didn't notice that Meng Yao was in a daze in his seat.
The meal time was almost over, and many people returned to the classroom. Song Siqi took the time to quickly take a few mouthfuls of food. Perhaps she was awakened by the footsteps and voices approaching from outside the classroom. Meng Yao came back to her senses and suddenly lowered her eyes and asked in a low voice. Song Siqi: "Siqi, do you train in groups?"
This question was asked suddenly. After Song Siqi reacted for a while, she realized that Meng Yao probably saw the chat between her and Zheng Hua in the group of four people just now, thinking that she was curious about the training camp, so she explained in a loud voice: "No, we are here During the training camp, Xi Rou gathered a lot of people. During those few days, we all ate together. Xi Rou said that it would be convenient for us to contact each other at any time for dinner, and we could also discuss issues."
"Zheng Hua and I thought it made sense, so we agreed. It is equivalent to a competition-limited group."
so.
Meng Yao nodded.
She opened her mouth, but Song Siqi didn't mention it, and she also resisted asking the other person in the group of four.
After finishing her meal, Song Siqi looked at her phone again. After confirming that there was no message, she returned the phone to silent mode and threw it into her schoolbag.
She packed up the disposable lunch box and threw the bag into the trash can in the corner of the classroom.
When I came back, I started writing furiously again, but Meng Yao was still a little absent-minded.
*
The finals of the English competition were in mid-December, and Song Siqi felt nervous before setting off. Meng Yao drew a Q version of a simple sketch for her to cheer her up.
Song Siqi liked it quite a lot. She looked at it for a while with the thin drawing paper. The tension subsided and her attention was distracted, and she started to praise Meng Yao's painting skills.
After the finals, the results did not come out immediately. Song Siqi breathed a sigh of relief after the exam, and did not think about the results, saying that everything was as it happened.
In the blink of an eye, 2018 has come to an end, and starting next month, it’s time to look at the calendar for 2019.
Fenghan was going to hold a New Year's Day party at the end of the month, so he notified all classes early to prepare for the program.
This matter has always been the concern of the entertainment committee, but Song Siqi felt very much about it. During the self-study class, she rested her chin on her arms and said with a melancholy face: "Think about it, this is actually the last New Year's Day party we will attend. Even if we want to participate next year We don’t even have this chance anymore.”
"time flies."
They will already be seniors by the time of next year's New Year's Day party and will not participate in such entertainment activities.
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding students who heard these words sighed, and the atmosphere in this area suddenly became sad.
Meng Yao stopped writing and turned to look at Song Siqi, wanting to comfort her, but couldn't find the right words.
Because to be honest, Meng Yao was actually fine and didn't feel that much.
The arrival of her senior year means she is one step closer to college.
Meng Yao had looked forward to it many times, because for her, the end of high school meant escape.
During this period of time, the relationship between her and Song Lan had eased. After Meng Yuanshan left, she and Song Lan were left at home. The two of them tacitly covered up their conflicts, and their faces returned to their former calm.
But Meng Yao knew clearly that the so-called easing of the relationship was only temporary. Conflicts and estrangements were always there, and they would crop up from time to time, like a thorn that couldn't be removed, stuck in her and Song Lan's hearts.
Before Meng Yao could think of words of comfort, Song Siqi had already changed the subject and discussed the recent school gossip with the front desk.
Her emotion was forgotten after she said it, but was spread widely by others. Finally, the entertainment committee member heard it and remembered it in his heart. After thinking about it, he decided not to plan any new programs. Instead, he decided to set up a chorus so that everyone in the class could participate. A New Year's Day party, leaving a souvenir.
Song Siqi probably didn't expect that her words would have such an effect. She had no interest in performing on stage, but Shen Heyi thought the chorus was good, so the matter was settled.
The second year of high school is no better than the first year of high school. The study tasks are relatively heavier, and there is not much time to spare for the New Year's Day party performance.
Meng Yao and his class were reluctant to waste self-study classes, and program rehearsals took up lunch breaks for several days.
Song Siqi was so sleepy that she yawned, so she secretly posted a complaint on WeChat Moments.
With a little rest time left after rehearsal, Meng Yao and Song Siqi walked from the art building towards the classroom. Song Siqi walked slowly, and she and Meng Yao were at the back of the crowd. She was reading the comments on her WeChat Moments with her phone, occasionally replying, and handing it to Meng Yao if she saw something funny.
The art building and the teaching building were not in the same direction, but far apart. Meng Yao and Song Siqi were walking slowly on the campus, talking and not paying attention to their surroundings. Suddenly a person jumped out from behind and patted Song Siqi on the shoulder, startling Song Siqi. Meng Yao was startled and turned around subconsciously.
Zheng Hua stood there, not expecting to frighten anyone. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed when Song Siqi came back to her senses and glared angrily.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I thought you heard footsteps."
Song Siqi was still frightened and scolded him angrily for being crazy.
Zheng Hua was wrong and recognized this lunacy.
Song Siqi calmed down after scolding her, looked at Zheng Hua in confusion and asked, "Why are you wandering here alone during lunch break?"
"Where is the person?" Zheng Hua pointed back, "Xu Yao is here."
Hearing this, Song Siqi and Meng Yao looked back at the same time.
Xu Yao was indeed there, but just a few steps away from them. But they had been talking to Zheng Hua and didn't notice.
Xu Yao wore a black down jacket today, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked towards them.
Meng Yao's eyes trembled.
Xu Yao came over and said hello to Song Siqi. His eyes fell on Meng Yao and he nodded. He said to Song Siqi: "Zheng Hua saw you from afar and said he wanted to catch up and say hello."
Song Siqi nodded, glanced at Zheng Hua, gritted her teeth and said, "This way of greeting is very special. It makes me feel unforgettable. I will remember it."
The threat in his tone was obvious, Zheng Hua immediately begged for mercy, and Xu Yao smiled.
A party of two suddenly became a party of four.
Meng Yao stood at the innermost side, with Song Siqi beside him, and Xu Yao walked at the outermost side. She didn't dare to look to the side, she lowered her head and looked at the road under her feet. She only dared to occasionally raise the end of her eyes and glance quickly with her peripheral vision.
At this time, Song Siqi thought about the direction this road led to and asked them: "Are you also rehearsing in the art building?"
"Rehearsal for what?" Zheng Hua asked.
"It's a program for the New Year's Day party."
"Oh no." Zheng Hua said, "We didn't participate."
"Huh?" Song Siqi was curious, "Then what are you doing here during your lunch break?"
Zheng Hua explained: "Our math teacher accidentally sprained his foot when going down the stairs. He didn't come to class today and rested in the teacher's apartment. We did two class test papers. But our teacher was too diligent and couldn't stay idle. He said he was in the apartment. He had nothing to do but he had to correct the test papers, so Xu Yao and I were ordered to go to the teacher’s apartment to deliver the completed test papers to him.”
Song Siqi was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "Don't the teachers' apartment go this way?"
Zheng Hua smiled: "Oh, well, Xu Yao and I thought we would go out anyway and stop by the canteen."
Song Siqi: "..."
"I thought you were here for rehearsal."
Song Siqi recalled some scenes before the New Year's Day party in the first year of high school and asked curiously: "Didn't anyone in your class ask Xu Yao to participate in the performance?"
"Of course there is." Zheng Hua said, "But Xu Yao is not happy. No one has persuaded him to participate since the first year of high school."
"Originally, someone in our class suggested that he sing and just hum a popular song. Anyway, everyone's focus is not on the song. Even our class teacher said it was okay, but Xu Yao refused. What do you think he said?"
Song Siqi asked subconsciously: "What did you say?"
Zheng Hua suddenly smiled and bumped Xu Yao with his shoulder: "Speak for yourself."
Xu Yao: "..."
He repeated helplessly: "I am tone-deaf."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Hua laughed even louder: "I remember asking him during the New Year's Day performance in the first year of high school if he would like to appear in a sketch. He said that he had a bad memory and couldn't remember his lines. When he was asked to sing in the second year of high school, he said that he was tone-deaf."
It was obviously an excuse, and Song Siqi was also amused and laughed.
Meng Yao couldn't imagine what it was like for Xu Yao to be tone-deaf. She secretly looked to the side. Zheng Hua and Song Siqi were both laughing. Xu Yao, perhaps infected, also curled his lips, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Meng Yao's heart beat a few times, and he felt that the gray sky in the winter seemed to be a little brighter.
