He Xuchunqiu

The instructor of the news class gave everyone a strong warning, which successfully played the role of scaring the chickens and monkeys. No one dared to complain about the next 600-meter long-distance race around the playground.

The students in News Class [-] exhausted their physical strength in the push-up session at the beginning, and finally they could only jog lifelessly behind the large group.

Literary and art classes are all concentrated on the track and field. How can anyone watch one class after another pass by him breathlessly, but can't speed up to catch up.

Hurry up, the first class of news is still the last class to finish the running exercises.

The instructor routinely announced the day's arrangement to everyone: "It's [-]:[-], I'll give you half an hour to finish your breakfast, prepare water, and gather outside the main entrance of the track and field at [-]:[-]. Do you understand?"

They were the only class left in the track and field, and everyone was unhappy, showing no sign of the instructor's arrangement.

Who was so tired that he couldn't breathe well, and wanted to answer the instructor's instructions but was suffocated back in one breath.

The instructor paused for a moment, then suddenly raised the volume: "Do you understand!"

The wandering attention was forcibly gathered, and the whole class could only reply with a louder voice: "Yes! Instructor!"

How can someone force himself to speed up continuously in order to catch up with the team while running, but he is even more exhausted after the breakup, and he has no desire to have breakfast at all.

He waved down Lu Ze's and Zhang Mingjing's breakfast invitations, and when the people on the playground were almost gone, He He slowly walked out of the gate of the track and field with a water bottle.

"Who is he!" Xu Ran seemed to have been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw him, he waved enthusiastically.

"Well, hello, Xu Ran." He Xuren intentionally or unintentionally distanced himself from Xu Ran.

"Why did you disband? Let's go eat, I'm starving to death." Xu Ran suddenly acted coquettishly like no one else, it was the first time anyone saw him like this.

"I... I'm sorry, you go and eat, I have already eaten before coming here." He Xuren lied casually, but he really lacks such experience, his ears turned red before he finished telling the lie Most of it.

This clumsy lie was seen through by Xu Ran at a glance, but he still didn't point it out, even if he was declined politely: "Then you can go to the cafeteria with me, and you can buy a bottle of water along the way."

How could someone look at the kettle with only one knuckle-high water level in his hand, and he couldn't refuse it.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, there was a long queue at every window, and the seats were overcrowded. Just looking at it was scary.

He Xu was about to leave when he reached the door, but Xu Ran suddenly stopped him: "He Xu, please help me get a seat, I'll go in line."

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Xu Ran squeezed into the queue.

He Xu touched his nose and could only help Xu Ran start looking for an empty seat.

Look around the audience, one lap, two laps, three laps, there is no space; four laps, five laps and six laps, there are!

The seat by the wall happened to be vacant, so someone trotted over to sit down, and then sat quietly waiting for Xu Ran's arrival.

The queue in the cafeteria was still circling like a long dragon, and the seats in the hall were filled up wave after wave in an instant.How can anyone look at this crowded crowd of strangers, and even start to miss the life in middle school again.

Before the second year of high school, I was also one of them, the third year of high school, the fourth year of high school... Whose memory suddenly seemed to be offline, and the connection to those two years was automatically blocked.

"Who is it? Who is it?" Xu Ran yelled several times while holding the dinner plate, but there was no response.

"Huh?" He was belatedly separated from the memory of the past, and when he looked up, he saw Xu Ran holding the dinner plate.

"What are you thinking about?" Xu Ran put the plate full of food on the table, passed someone and sat in the inner seat against the wall.

Coincidentally, this seat has the same geographical location as when the two were at the same table.Because of the need to wrap the water pipes, Xu Ran's seat was occupied by the protruding wall for less than half.

"Did you say you did it on purpose? Even the seats in the cafeteria were chosen the same as before, so that I could only rely on you..." As he spoke, Xu Ran's legs stretched out obliquely because they couldn't rest.

He Xuren's feet were cautiously side by side with the table, but suddenly they were hooked by Xu Ran's legs, and the whole person began to panic uncontrollably again.

"Don't!" He Xu pushed away Xu Ran who was leaning towards him, and stood up abruptly, like a frightened wild cat, with all the hair on his body standing up.

"What's wrong with you?" Xu Ran didn't know what he had done wrong, and he looked extraordinarily innocent compared to the sudden runaway He Xu.

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving first." He Xu nodded in panic, and left the cafeteria quickly.

The inspecting instructor came over, Xu Ran couldn't chase after him, so he could only look at the double portion of meals on the plate and shook his head.

In the eight o'clock training camp, the first movement to learn is to stand in a military posture.

The red clouds in the sky spit out a reunion sun, the heat of late summer gradually steamed up, and the students standing straight in a row also cast slanted shadows behind them.

Hot, so hot!

In less than 10 minutes after the military posture was fixed, He Shi was already sweating profusely, and even his glasses slipped from the bridge of his sweaty nose to the tip of his nose.

The full set of training uniforms airtightly blocks the heat from the body, and the hard-soled rubber shoes press the soles of the feet tightly like hot red iron plates. Everyone prays that the military posture will end soon.

He Xuren's glasses still slipped off, but he still didn't dare to make a report to pick them up. He was afraid of the teacher, afraid of all the executors who had the power to kill or kill him over his grades, and the instructor was no exception.

He Xu, who lacked lenses as a protective cover, became extremely photophobic. Although the sun's rays hadn't changed, he was still stung so that his eyes burst into tears, as if the tears filling his eyes formed a second layer of protection.

"What's your name?" The instructor came before him at some point, and he could only blink his eyes desperately to wipe away his tears.

"Report to the instructor, my name is He Xuren." He Xuren's voice was still obviously timid, just like he was afraid of the teacher back then, he didn't dare to look directly into the instructor's eyes.

"What's the matter? Uncomfortable?" The instructor stretched out his hand and compared his eyes, to the effect that he wanted to know why some people shed tears.

"It's okay." He Huiren was worried that the instructor would think it was hypocritical, so he immediately denied it.

"Okay!" The instructor suddenly snorted.

Who didn't understand the meaning of his "good", and the tears were pricked more and more.

"Everyone learn from He Xu, his military posture is very standard!" the instructor said, but no one dared to turn their heads to observe.

The memory of being named and praised like this is too far away for He Xu, and the feeling brought to him by the instructor's praise is completely different from the feeling of being shown off by his parents in front of relatives and friends in the past.

Who would want to laugh, but the tears flowed more and more, softening the corners of the raised lips, and the whole face was soaked with a sense of indomitable righteousness.

The instructor stood in front of who he was for a while, then turned his back and stood in a military posture in front of him.

Immediately, most of the light that entered the eyes was blocked, and the eyes of anyone were no longer so sensitive, and the tears that spread on the face were quickly evaporated.

Except for the instructor, no one knows who shed tears.

The whistle was blown, and all members took a rest on the spot.

Who did not sit down immediately, but went to the instructor drinking water and whispered thanks: "Instructor, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, what's the matter with your eyes? If you feel uncomfortable, you should report it in time, don't hold on, you know? There is no need to force yourself for this kind of thing." Be kind.

"I don't know either." He Xu rubbed his still astringent eyes, and added, "Thank you instructor."

There is a break time of 10 to [-] minutes. Each class simply forms a circle, and the space in the circle is reserved for students to perform.

It's only been two days since we met each other for the first time, and everyone is not familiar with each other, so we can only chat with their roommates in a small area.

He Xuren didn't really want to communicate with others, so he turned his back to the sun, hugged his legs and buried his head in rest.

"Hello everyone, I'm Xu Ran from the first class of art design next door. I feel that I have a special relationship with the students in the journalism class, so I'm going to make a show and sing a song." Xu Ran said so, but his eyes were fixed. Locked on someone who was unwilling to look up, "I don't know if the students mind."

A burst of active vitality suddenly injected into the dull atmosphere, especially Xu Ran's good-looking vitality, and the students applauded to express their support.

Who had heard Xu Ran's voice long ago, but felt complicated about his repeated gaffes in front of him, so he never looked up.

Xu Ran asked the instructor to temporarily borrow a mobile phone to play the accompaniment, and even rolled up the military training regulations into a microphone, looking serious, which made the students laugh.

"It's a bit hot, so I'll sing a bittersweet song to cool everyone down."

The familiar prelude sounded, and He Xuren unconsciously tightened his pants.

"The endless alley is so long; the endless playground is so small."

The small path leading to the bookstore from the side door of the No. [-] Middle School in the city, the playground track where the sports meeting fell, there are memories of who and Xu Ran walked there.

"...Close your eyes and see that the 16-year-old sunset is as beautiful as us; singing while walking, innocent, romantic and brave, thinking that you can go far away..."

Xu Ran's voice is no longer as immature as before, with a mature deep voice, as if telling a story of the past.

"...Hold your hand and walk slowly among the crowd. We hold the whole universe in our hands..."

Who would think of the temperature when Xu Ran patiently applied the scar-removing hand cream to himself, like a breeze kissing off petals.

"...Brilliant and sad, youth is in turmoil, we are scattered carelessly..."

How could anyone still remember the punch Xu Ran punched him before he left.

"...Why is life not allowed to wait for people to grow, so that the past can be corrected..."

Lu Ze noticed that someone beside him seemed to be crying, and the low sobbing sound rose and fell with the singing.

"It hurts my heart that I had you."

When the accompaniment stopped, whoever raised his head, his teary eyes were hazy, hit Xu Ran's heart.

"My performance is over, thank you everyone, goodbye." Xu Ran took half a step back, turned and returned to the team.

Lu Ze worriedly looked at He Xu who suddenly burst into tears: "What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

He Xuren shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, the sun is too glaring, it burns and hurts the eyes."

Whoever wiped away his tears and watched Xu Ran's back leave, he felt that the blocked area in his heart seemed to be rediscovered by adventurers, opening up the border step by step.

The author has something to say: This chapter is mainly for those who can learn to show weakness and try to get out of self-oppression.