Waiting for the sun

The dark sky is not easy. After a heavy rain in June, the invigilator’s teacher sat on the stage and was as dark as the sky. It was probably tired of two days of invigilation. Her eyes stared at me, as if to say: "Quickly do the problem, you." Indeed, there is a rustling writing around me, only me fooling my head and looking at the sky. I don't know how long it took, when I announced the ringing of the official end of the exam, I was as excited as I heard the liberation of the horn. So I took the test paper on the table in the position that I thought I was the most handsome, and I did not return to the examination room.

It was very cold, and the temperature apparently did not warm up as quickly as the weather forecast said. I stood outside your exam room, but I didn't see you. It seems that the level of sprinting home after you have handed over is much higher than mine. I leaned against the window and remembered it for a long time, and we were so inexplicably aware.

It’s been a long time in a class. You are as transparent as the air and won’t attract my attention. I only occasionally hear your name from the teacher’s arrogant criticism. and so--

That was actually our first conversation!

I still remember that the morning was very sunny, the sun was shining on the corner of the stairs, light orange, warm and swaying, like you are smiling.

two

I said that we were originally two lines that were irrelevant and run on different tracks. I am eager to go forward with my ideal sprint, and you are as leisurely and leisurely as you are. Maybe we are the fate of the stranger, but in the chaotic sports meeting, you and I both joined each other because of the same weak project.

From your eyes, you can see the warm colors of the sun, simple, clear, as if you are confident that even the world can swallow. What is unsatisfactory is that in the end we will count down when we pass the finish line. I am sitting on the lawn at the end of the road, crying, but you don't have to talk to the first place. It is estimated that the parents are like a skinny monkey. I finally admit that your skin thickness is at the city wall level. The first time I was surprised to see you holding the stairs one level down the audience stand, hanging headphones, holding a shallow smile on the corner of the mouth.

The sun shines on your face, sparklingly outlines the look. Although I later learned that Guo Degang's cross talks were placed in your headphones, it was because he stumbled on the stairs and walked down the stairs. I shook my head and smiled - I knew you were such a mess.

Looks like you like jasmine tea. When you meet in the cafeteria, you can always see a large cup of pink-green liquid that looks disgusting to many people. Sitting in the group of boys who are clinging to Coke and holding basketball, they are completely ignorant of the powder in your hands. The contempt of tender milk tea. It seems that as a boy, you are not only thick in skin, but also tasteless.

I know that you are only deliberately acting badly.

Suddenly, all the noises are attributed to the origin. In the world, you only have milk tea with jasmine flavor, look up and squint to enjoy the gentle sunshine at noon.

The smile solidified in the corner of the mouth, clear and transparent.

It’s hard to get to the weekend, we sit face to face in front of the desk in the reading room. I bite my pen and try my best to deal with the math problems in front of you. You are eager to read the detective novels with your favorite jasmine milk tea, and you will not look like you. I screamed and screamed at the subject, and kept repeating the table: "How to do it and make a mistake. How is this problem so abnormal?" Scared the jasmine tea in your mouth almost spouted out. The uncle who was buried in a pile of historical materials looked up and gave us a glance, then continued to immerse himself in the rise and fall of thousands of years ago.

Probably this is a sympathy for the madness. You leaned over and took a test paper and stared at it for a while with the look of the debtor. Imagine that every cell in your brain is thinking diligently, because after a long time you point to an insignificant calculation step and spit out a sentence that almost made me fall from the chair: "It seems wrong here."

I am crying for your answer. It seems that you have seen so many detective novels and the analysis ability of the protagonist in the article is still far from the same. "Please, this step is so simple and not wrong. And with our level gap, it should be that I am counseling you, good dear," I mobilized all patience to respond to your words, "The next exam rushed into the grade before the first You can see what is wrong in the hundred." After I finished, I regretted it. So direct contempt, will it hurt your heart?

It turns out that my self-blame is superfluous. You shrugged with disdain and continued to bow down and suck the pearls in the jasmine milk tea with a straw.

Later, it took me a whole day to solve this problem, but I found out that the step you pointed out was wrong.

Ok, I admit that it was your licking cat that ran into a dead mouse. Because unfortunately, you are in the same place for the next time and even the next N exams, no progress. However, I can see that you are finally willing to listen carefully to the math class. I don't know if this is a long-awaited sudden outburst in your body or if you are unwilling to lose it under the math problem. In short, you have an unprecedented interest in this subject.

When I swept my eyes, I bumped into you and looked up at the blackboard. It just happened to make the morning sun shine, and it made me dizzy. The accompaniment of turning my pen down is the dry lecture of the math teacher. Seeing a serious expression on your face, I didn't smile and turned my eyes to the window.

A clean, clear sky, so gorgeous sunshine.

Your grades have always been dead, and you are not interested in any teacher's class. Fortunately, there are no pillow quilts in the classroom, otherwise the desk will become your second bed. I really don't understand how a normal person can have so much sleep. I suddenly remembered that when you were in a geography class, you came up with a sentence saying "Two to the scenery is infinitely good" and the teacher was mad at the podium. The reason is that the teacher at the big level thinks you are jealous of her. In the class, the teacher who is quick and distorted will fill the political class with you. In the face of the teacher's eyes because of the appearance of several layers of eyeliner, you can't help but start a review of the ups and downs. The teacher took the opportunity to stop and talk and take a sip of tea, continue to scream and spit on the moral education.

I walked quickly past you and turned my head to your sight. I saw your eyes, except the clear sunshine, is the innocent smile, Langran, clear, like a spring water.

Is it not for you, except that the sky is falling, there is nothing important? You put a silent expression and looked down at the teacher, but your eyes looked like a smile.

Forgetting to know you for so many years, 挨骂 violation of discipline is just as common for you as thundering and thundering. Straight and sleepy in the classroom, in the free discussion and around the front and rear of the gods, in the hot summer off the school uniform wearing a colorful short-sleeved T-shirt, in other people, including me, is simply lawless. But later I realized that you are so sloppy and a bit sloppy. Since youth is only once, why do you want to behave according to the rules. Now, if you have it, you are free, and you are rigorous. Anyway, everyone’s youth is a fierce and confusing dream. What you still remember, it’s squandering.

Now think of how cheerful the boy is, how bright the lush years.

Wu

The last exam week in the middle of the country was like a bird that was occasionally passed over the lake. Next Monday, our students will participate in the legendary two-day high school entrance examination. On the weekend, I was sitting on the bus and going to the reading room for review. The bus snarled slowly, stopped and stopped, and a passenger rushed out of the car. In addition to the driver's uncle, the empty car left me and a pair of boys and girls.

The bus continues to wander around the streets and is comparable in speed to tricycles. I leaned back in my seat and my fingers unconsciously painted a circle. The moment the mobile phone made a wave of electric interference, I was like a lightning strike. I only thought that the whispers of young boys and girls, the complaints from the driver’s uncle from time to time seemed to have become a gust of wind in the ear, screaming, and soon disappear.

The eyes were clear and the sun shone into the carriage. I hung down and immersed myself in the tranquility of the afternoon. Slowly pull out the phone, the sender shown on the screen is you, the newsletter content has only one sentence: "I am in the reading room, are you coming or not?"

Looking up, full of sunshine, warm.

land

A cold breeze blew, and I shrank my neck. After finishing the exam, it means that the students who have been together for three years have to go their separate ways. Maybe the difference in scores will make us never meet again in the future, and my heart will be somewhat lost. I put all the books into my schoolbag and ran out of school without going back.

From passing by to knowing, then becoming good friends. Just like yesterday's business, in a blink of an eye, all the plots have appeared. Now, should it be separated?

When all the dust settled, the morning I received the acceptance letter from A, there was an inexplicable newsletter from your mobile phone: "I also got into the A that you dreamed of, don't you?"

Just like a dream, you and God have given me a little joke.

The next second, I screamed and screamed until I shed tears. I really jumped on the bus like your idiot, or I didn't know where to go. The day at this time, like the meeting, how sunny it is, the sun is falling on my eyelashes, like an angel's kiss, gentle and gentle. I spent the whole day in the city and went to all the places we had been together, including the reading room. I finally remembered calling you when the sun was setting.

Call forwarding--

Are you playing hide and seek with me again? Tears rushed out in an instant, a sudden brake, my face stuck to the window, so I hurriedly stood firm. When I got off the bus, I ran in the direction of A. I kept thinking: "Please let me see you again, even if there is only one side." Far away, in the afterglow of the sun, I will see you. Leaning on the door of a middle school, the hair was dyed maroon by the sunset, and I rushed through the fastest speed. You turned your head and looked at me like a smile, holding two cups of jasmine milk tea that had already been cold, and a letter of acceptance.

Time stopped at this moment, like the slow motion in the movie. The world is very quiet, as if only two of us stood face to face, how wonderful it is. Looking at you still so innocent, even though the tears still remain on the face, I broke into laughter, like the "two to the scenery is infinitely good".

You also laughed, like the light orange slanting sun, faint, but clear and transparent.

I saw that there are clear tears in your eyes. That day, I have been keeping in mind. Because of the sunset in the evening, it was extraordinarily gentle and extraordinarily romantic. I clearly saw that the time of the past few years, slowly blending into the warm sun, revealing the brilliant light. I have never seen such beautiful sunshine again, never again. Therefore, I have been waiting, waiting for the sun that has been living in the memories of young people to reappear.

First day: the bus in the summer