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Chapter 22: The End of Memories (1)
Between the recommendation and the college entrance examination, Song Zihe chose the college entrance examination. The recommended school is the top university in the country, but it is not in this city. It costs money to go out, and there is more accommodation and food for nothing. He does not want his family to bear more Therefore, I choose the college entrance examination and take the university entrance examination in this city, so that I can go to school on a day-to-day basis.

Maybe it's because the grades have always been good. It seems that the grades you want are always easy to get, so I don't feel it's a pity to give up the university that others can't reach. I don't think it's a pity to lose one or two hundred taels, not to mention that Song Zihe doesn't really want to go to such a distant school.

He didn't know why he didn't want to go, it was just an instinctive repulsion.

It was always drizzling this season, and it rained endlessly. He looked out the window, and saw that everyone in the classroom was desperately reading and doing test questions. Although, it was the end of get out of class time.

From his point of view, he can see the teaching building behind, and the best view is the second floor, the second floor. Originally, only the first grader was on the ground floor of the building behind, and the second and third graders were in the building he was in. However, in the new semester, the school moved the sophomore to the second floor of the building behind, and the original sophomore directly became the third, and the third and fourth floors became laboratories and teachers' offices.

In fact, most people know the reason for changing the floor. It was because last semester, a student in Class [-] and [-] on the fourth floor couldn’t stand the pressure and jumped off the building, so the third and fourth floors were abandoned. The city's No. [-] Middle School received serious attention from the Municipal Education Commission, and it even made headlines on the social page, discussing the social issue of reducing the burden.

However, discussion is in charge of discussion, and the burden reduction has never been implemented, and the students are still doing their best to do the questions and read the books.

It was still raining, Song Zihe looked at the opposite second floor boredly, it seemed that just looking at it like this became the only joy in his life.

It was still raining, and in the fine rain, he finally saw someone coming out of the opposite classroom. It was a girl with light hair and a small white face. She didn't move any more, she seemed to be watching something intently, but also seemed to be thinking about something on her mind.

It has been more than a month, always looking at and thinking like this, and her little face is getting more and more lifeless, which makes Song Zihe a little worried, always thinking about what she was thinking, he thought of falling in the previous semester. Are the students on the fourth floor leaning against the railing and staring blankly at it for several months before finally making up their mind to jump off?However, thinking of this, he laughed at himself for worrying too much, and, she has nothing to do with him, right?
However, he still refused to take his eyes back. It seemed that as soon as she appeared, there was an attraction that attracted his entire attention. Even if he occasionally forced himself to turn his eyes back to the textbook, after a while, he found that He was looking at her again.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that she would really jump off the building. He explained his behavior in this way, so gradually he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with paying attention to her like this.

The class bell rang, and the girl on the second floor over there seemed to wake up from a dream, and then wiped her rain-drenched face with her hands, and entered the classroom, and he finally let out a sigh of relief and looked away.

After school, as usual, I still couldn’t leave right away. The math teacher came to say that I needed to make up an hour of lessons. Anyway, every day, the teachers took turns to come to make up an extra hour of lessons. Everyone was used to it, and no one packed their schoolbags to leave. , although the head teacher said that those who don't want to make up can go first, and they will never force it, but these days, no one left first.Song Zihe didn't think it was necessary at first, but the class teacher repeatedly emphasized that the class leader should take the lead, so he had to stay for an extra hour.

Today is still about the test questions. The analysis of each question and step by step, in Song Zihe's view, is just the same question in different forms, so this kind of review has become boring and boring to him.

Inadvertently, he looked to the second floor opposite. It was still drizzling. He knew that she had already left school, but as if he was used to it, he propped his head and looked out the window.

Unexpectedly, she was on duty today. She was sweeping the corridor alone with a broom, while her classmate on duty was reading next to her. Occasionally, the dust raised up would choke the classmate, so she pointed at her and screamed. What.

She swept silently, and then the classmate finally couldn't take it anymore, closed the book and said something, then entered the classroom, and came out with her schoolbag in a short while, still yelling: "It's really old to be on duty with you!" Mold." After finishing speaking, he walked away.

This sentence was so loud that Song Zihe could hear it clearly, but she, with an indifferent expression, still didn't raise her head, as if she thought that the classmate didn't exist, and she stopped when the classmate really left, and shouted hard He took a breath, put down the broom and looked somewhere outside.

It was that empty look again, what kind of problem did he have to think about, so that she was always in a daze like this?
"Song Zihe, do this question on the blackboard again." The teacher in the classroom was calling his name, he came back to his senses, looked at his deskmate, and his deskmate pointed to a question on the test paper tacitly. Go to the blackboard and do the questions.

After finishing it in two or three strokes, he patted the chalk dust on his hands, returned to his seat, and when he raised his head, he saw the girl opposite was lying on the railing with one foot up, ready to step over the railing.

He panicked, and before he sat down, he walked out of his seat again.

"What you did was right, do you still need to correct it?" The teacher looked at him in surprise.

"I'm going to and from the toilet." He said something, and he went out.

Panting, she rushed downstairs, ran to the opposite teaching building, climbed to the second floor, and saw Wen Xin'ai was still trying to climb out.

"What are you doing, do you know that you can't die if you jump off the second floor?" He rushed up to hold her hand, and said in his mouth.

Wen Xin'ai was taken aback for a moment, then she just half straddled the railing and looked back at him, then smiled: "Why are you?"

Song Zihe pulled her back forcefully, almost half-embracing her: "What are you doing stepping out, what if you fall?"

"It won't fall, I'm holding it with one hand," she blushed when he almost hugged her down, she didn't dare to look at him, but pointed to a corner outside the concrete railing, and said, " Look there, this is the toad that narrowly escaped death in biology class. The other one has been dissected by the biology teacher, but it escapes quickly. I thought it was hiding in some corner of the classroom, but it turned out that it came from this small hole. It went outside." She pointed to the small hole under the concrete railing for drainage.

Song Zihe foolishly looked at the direction she pointed, and sure enough there was a toad huddled up in that small corner, and it was about to fall down the stairs a little further.

"That's why you crawled out?" He asked her in disbelief.

Sensing that he seemed to be holding back his anger, Wen Xinai nodded and said softly, "I won't fall, I'm holding on to the railing."

Song Zihe felt like a fool for the first time, running over in such a hurry, as if he looked at her every day just for this moment when she jumped down and came to save her, but she was only doing it for a toad.

He didn't want to ask her what she was looking at and thinking about when she looked out every day and opened her eyes every day, because it would only reveal that he had been paying attention to her, which would be embarrassing, although he couldn't figure out why he paid attention to her, why It would be embarrassing, but he just didn't want her to know all this, so he lowered his hand and said, "You'd better go home early, it's getting late."

Wen Xin loved to see that his complexion was not very good, so she responded with a low "Oh".

Only then did Song Zihe turn around and leave. Wen Xinai looked at his back, watched his slender legs take a strong step, two steps, opened his mouth, and finally called to Song Zihe's back to stop: " Song Zihe."

Song Zihe stopped and looked back at her.

Wen Xinai dared to look at him from such a distance, and he was much more handsome. Many senior high school students deliberately did not cut their hair before the college entrance examination, and then cut it after the college entrance examination, but he cut his hair extremely short, which made his eyebrows and eyes look even more serious. Is it because he has become thinner and his face is more defined? Dad said that boys grow up and change every day when they are in their teens, and they may change a lot if they don't see each other for a few days.

If it is, it just becomes more handsome and taller.

"Zihe." She really liked calling him by his name, but she never dared to omit the word "Song".

"Why?" He obviously didn't like it, and frowned slightly.

"Zihe, it sounds more like a 'paper box', well, it's the kind of box made of paper," she smiled softly, but her expression was a little timid, "my parents call you that, so can I Is it called that? Zihe, Zihe."

There is nothing wrong with him not talking, and some people ridiculed that "Zihe" sounds like a "paper box", and he has long since ignored it, but why does it sound so intimate when it is called from her mouth?Just screaming softly like this made his heart tremble along with it.

So he frowned: "What the hell are you trying to say?" Could it be that he was stopped just to call him "Zihe"?
Wen Xin'ai was finally stared at by him so flustered that she lowered her head to look at her feet.

"Have you ever thought about escaping from here and wandering around the world? That would be very free, right?"

Wandering?Song Zihe didn't know why she suddenly asked this sentence, wandering the world, it was too abstract and unreal for him, and he really didn't know what was going on in the girl's mind in front of him?escape from here?Is it because of academic pressure?Wandering?What a ridiculous and impossible thing to do.

"I don't want to," so he said, "Don't call me Zihe in the future, I don't like it." He said indifferently, after he finished speaking, he looked at Wen Xin'ai, whose face was turned away from the setting sun behind him, and his expression could not be seen clearly .

"Go home early," he said, and turned to leave.

It's like an unattainable dream, Wen Xinai looked at his back and thought to herself.

Why is he always so far away?

After reading the text message from Du Ning, Wen Xinai lay back on the bed.

They sent me almost every day, long or short, telling her what happened that day, what she saw and heard, it should be very smooth and pleasant, as can be seen from Du Ning's tone.

Wandering around the world, she really longed for it.

In the living room outside, the parents were still arguing, and there was a "bang", something must have been broken.

It seemed that the father had noticed something about the mother. Wen Xinai turned over and listened numbly to the sound outside. The mother was crying.

She pulled the quilt to cover her ears, and looked at the calendar on the bedside table. It was tomorrow, and tomorrow was the college entrance examination.

She sat up abruptly, opened the cabinet on the bedside table, and flipped through the sundries on it. Inside was a red kit. She picked it up, opened the kit, and looked at the pieces of paper inside.

It was a talisman from the temple for Song Zihe. It is said to be very accurate, so every time the college entrance examination, there are a lot of people who ask for it. She asked for it very early, so she still waited for a long time in the drizzle Team.

Tomorrow is the college entrance examination, and if you don't send it today, it will be too late. She put the paper back in the kit and looked at the pattern on it.

But, would Song Zihe want it?Except for the last time I met him in the school corridor, he never saw her again. He didn't even let her call "Zihe", and his attitude was more indifferent than before. Maybe in his opinion, if you don't make up lessons, two people It doesn't matter anymore?
But it is clear that he is more familiar than Du Ning, at least he has met far more times than Du Ning, but why only Du Ning would send messages every day, but he never, as if the two had never known each other .

It's like an unattainable dream.

During this period of time, she always thought about this sentence, whether to give up or not, maybe after he finished the college entrance examination, he would go to study in another city, by the way, he didn't know which school he was planning to take.

She lay down again, and at that time, she was really the only one left. If there was any hope for her in school, it would be that Song Zihe was in the same high school as her. It is a fact that it exists, but if you go to another city...

She closed her eyes.

"I want to divorce you!" My mother screamed from outside.

"Don't even think about it." It was my father's voice.

Then, there was the sound of two people fighting.

She opened her eyes again.

My mother seems to be asking for a divorce for the first time, and she has never said so when she quarrels before, and my father will not fight back even if his mother loses his temper with him and beats him, so he never fights, why did he fight today? ?
She sat up, feeling inexplicably flustered.

Recently, my father's temper has become very bad. As soon as he came back, he locked himself in the room. It seemed that there was something wrong with his work. She got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. She heard that someone had written an anonymous letter when she passed by the door of her parents' room. , Someone above is checking him.

She is still a child and doesn't know much about adults, but she is not a fool. She still remembers the stacks of money in the beer box that time. If you want to check, is your father guilty?
The sound of fighting over there stopped, mother was crying loudly, Wen Xinai huddled in the corner of the bed, and clenched the kit in her hand.

Just sleep, sleep, just fall asleep, she pressed the kit against her chest, buried her head in the quilt, and said desperately to herself.

Song Zihe put the admission ticket and pen in his schoolbag, and when he walked out of the room, his father was watching TV.

"Zihe, watch TV for a while, I need to relax for the exam tomorrow." Father patted the seat next to him.

It was sports news. Song Zihe sat down and watched TV in a daze. He didn't know why. From dinner to now, he was always inexplicably flustered. He didn't know why he was flustered.

Are you nervous?But for the exam, he has never been nervous.

He took a bite of the fruit his mother had cut for him, and heard his mother ask his father while watching TV: "I heard that something happened to your chief, is it true?"

Father sighed: "Yeah, a lot of things have been found out, and the results will probably come out soon, anyway, it's not good."

Song Zihe stopped eating fruit.

"Let's not talk about these things, anyway, it won't hinder my ordinary people's affairs, Zihe, go to sleep after watching it for a while, and recharge your energy." Knowing that his son has been a tutor in Wen's family for a long time, it is more or less acquainted. Yes, after hearing from his wife that his son had a good relationship with the daughter of that family, Father Song winked at his wife for fear of affecting his son's mood.

"Yes, go to bed early." Song's mother immediately understood and said.

Song Zihe nodded, quickly finished eating the fruit in his hand, and looked at the program on TV again.

Wen Xinai woke up sweaty, had a nightmare just now, seemed to fall off a cliff, she screamed, and then woke up.The kit was still pressed against her chest, maybe it was because of the pressure on her chest that she had a nightmare, she turned over and looked at the kit in her hand from the moonlight outside the window.

In the end, he still didn't send it out, but it shouldn't affect Song Zihe's grades if he didn't send it off. He has always been an outstanding person.

Sighing, she put the kit back into the drawer of the bedside table, just as Wen Xin'ai was about to close her eyes and go back to sleep.

"Where do you want to go? Do you want to leave me? Don't even think about it." In the silent night, the father's voice suddenly came from outside the room, trembling and desperate.

"Let me go, I'm leaving you, let me go." It was the mother's voice.

Then there was the sound of scuffling again.

Wen Xin'ai was taken aback, and sat up, why was there still a fight in the middle of the night, did mother really want to leave?
"Ah!" Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden scream, which seemed to be from his mother.

Wen Xinai jumped out of bed suddenly, what happened, why did her mother scream, what happened?

She rushed to the door of the room, opened the door, bright moonlight entered the hall, and a fruit knife in father's hand was stabbing at mother.

"You bastard, I told you to leave me, I'll see how you leave me," the father's voice was a little crazy, "Seeing that I'm down, I want to run with that little boy, don't even think about it." The knife was drawn, and another knife was aimed at the mother's body.

Wen Xinai stayed there, staring wide-eyed at the scene in front of her, unable to catch her breath, only heard an uncontrollable scream from her throat: "Don't!" The person had already softened.

(End of this chapter)