Cai Wei

【XVIII】

Because it was the first day of the new year, the road was deserted. Occasionally, when I saw some students going out for a walk, they all smiled and wished each other a happy new year.

I am always gratified by the light in their eyes, like the never-setting sun, or the ever-burning lamp made of mermaid fat in the legend. It is a hope that cannot be disguised, so dazzling, full of vigor and vitality.They all carried the torch we solemnly handed over, cautiously but fearlessly groping forward towards the dark road ahead.

I watched them walk towards each other, and then passed away, but all the thousands of thoughts in my heart were turned into one sentence.I only hope that the Chinese youth can get rid of the air-conditioning, just go up, and don't have to listen to the words of those who give up on themselves.Those who can do things do things, and those who can speak out speak out.With a share of heat and a share of light, it is like a firefly, and it can also emit a little light in the dark without waiting for the torch.

We should light this flame in the eyes of every young man.

Mr. Chen took the key and opened the door of the library. I thanked him and walked in.A mildewy smell hit my face, I coughed a few times, unexpectedly, it seemed to trigger some kind of reaction, the itching deep in my throat became more and more itchy, I couldn't help but leaned against the wall and bent down, coughing so much that I could hardly support myself.

Lin Ximing immediately took out the water glass from his handbag and handed it to me, but I couldn't hold it steady due to coughing. He helped me drink the water and looked at me worriedly, "Weihua... you..."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't think about it, it won't be a big deal."

Mr. Chen opened the waiter in the library and said, "Professor Chang is in his late thirties, he is no longer a young man, whether it is a big thing or a small thing about coughing, your brother is worried about you, so you have to worry about it too." Pay attention."

I smiled and responded to Mr. Chen's nagging instructions, and searched for the materials I wanted in the library's dim lights.The library is not very big, but there are a lot of books, but they are not messy, and they are sorted and placed in an extremely orderly manner. Although Mr. Chen is quite old, he is very caring and meticulous about books.

I quickly found the one I wanted, but when I came out, I saw Mr. Chen waiting at the door. I was a little surprised. I thought Lin Ximing would be waiting at the door.

"Old Chen, cough...cough cough, where's my brother?"

"I went in too, I guess I want to find some reference books."

I nodded, registered at Mr. Chen, and stood outside the library looking down at the books I borrowed.After waiting for too long, I saw Lin Ximing coming out with three or four books in his hands. I glanced at them and saw books similar to basic mathematics. I was taken aback. This is not his research direction?However, we basically don't get too involved in each other's professional affairs, and we don't care too much.

"Did you borrow it?" Old Chen asked.

"Well," Lin Ximing handed the book to Mr. Chen for him to record, "Weihua, shall we bring some food to Mr. Chen to start the fire at night?"

I was about to agree, but Mr. Chen said first, "Oh, no need, no need."

This old man who has always been unsmiling raised the corners of his mouth and curled up a consoling smile, with deep smile lines at the corners of his eyes, "When you are old, you can be alone. If you young people have your own things, you can concentrate on your own things. We don't need You are worried."

I opened my mouth to say something, but was stopped by Mr. Chen with a wave of his hand, "You guys better not come, so as not to disturb my cleanliness."

It was hard for me to persist in this way, so I thanked Lin Ximing together, and went back to the school building with the borrowed books.

"I'd better give Mr. Chen two apples later." I watched Lin Ximing take off the scarf for me and hang it on the hanger, and said after thinking for a while.

"Well, okay, I'll go, I'm afraid you won't even raise your head this afternoon after you get the materials."

I smiled and tapped his shoulder lightly, "Go."

When I wandered around in front of the manuscript paper with my pen in my hands, I was like a child who was wearing a formal suit for the first time and stood on the stage to perform Zhengdan, fearful but fearless.The moment I write, this is a scene that belongs only to me. Every frown, smile, or excitement is under my control.All the operas and operas come out of my mouth; the pen travels like a dragon, and the steps are too empty;Book what I think, speak what I think, sigh what I feel.The so-called essays are made naturally, and if you get them by chance, there is no difference in words.

But with fear in his heart, the strokes of the text are the touch of heart and heart, soul to soul——If you want readers to feel the same pain, the author must first aim the knife at himself; Let the readers cry, and the author must burst into tears.That bit of emotion is magnified by the text into a very sigh, imprinted there, it is difficult to erase.

When the last full stop was drawn, I woke up from the immersion, as if in a lifetime, with a cup of hot tea in hand, the temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, which was the most suitable for the warmth of the entrance.

Love is a habit, like a cup of hot tea.

I am warm.

I habitually looked up to find that person, and saw that one or two meters away, he put on the pair of silver-rimmed glasses that he only wore when he was doing school, sitting upright, reading something seriously.

I don't know which nerve went wrong, but I looked at that person with my head tilted and resting on my arm like a young girl in love.Suddenly felt that he was so stupid and cute, but he couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Weihua?" He raised his head and looked at me with a smirk, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "What's so happy about it?"

"It's nice to see you." I said.

He probably didn't expect me to be so shameless, he averted his eyes a little embarrassedly, and then turned back to look at me, "I am also very happy to be looked at by you", he picked up something like a letter and handed it to me, " After delivering the fruit to Mr. Chen, I went to the mailroom, saw a letter from Ho Bi, and brought it back, I haven’t opened it yet, so you can read it first.”

I took it and opened it, and inside was a letter paper full of words and a photo.

I took out the photo to see, Lin Ximing walked beside me and lowered his body. This is a photo of He Bi, wearing an air force jacket, looking very heroic.I saw him looking at the camera with determination in his eyes.Life is like a journey against the sky, a wandering soul has finally found its destiny, and that kind of peace of mind can be conveyed through blurred photos.

"That's great." I said with a smile.

The contents of the letter are all about training life, the selection of pilots is extremely strict, and the follow-up training is also extremely strict. Between the lines, I read He Bi's hard work and his enthusiasm.He is no longer the walking dead who struggled to stagger forward with his dead fiancée and broken family. He straightened his spine, and the shoulders of young people carried the pity and love that he wanted to protect.

He still wouldn't let go of the painful, blood-soaked past, but he held on to the future.

"Relax?" Lin Ximing said.

"Don't worry." I folded the letter back, put it in an envelope and put it away, watched Lin Ximing leave to bring two bowls of noodles over, "Is it time for dinner already?"

He handed me the chopsticks, "Yeah, a certain person doesn't care about world affairs when he does something."

I chuckled lightly, ignoring the fake grievances in his words, and ate the noodles by myself.

I eat slowly, and when I finished eating and started drinking noodle soup, I saw Lin Ximing propped up on the table as if he wanted to say something, "What's wrong?"

"You eat first, I want to discuss something with you after eating," he said.

Curious, I drank two mouthfuls of soup and put down my chopsticks.I got up and followed him to his left. There were many things on his desk. I saw a clay kitten in the upper left corner at a glance.

This... Could it be that I sent him off on the day I sent him abroad, why did he still stay here, and even traveled all the way from Beiping to here.

I wanted to ask, but I was immediately distracted by other things on the table.

The books and reference books spread out should have just been borrowed in the morning. On the manuscript paper next to the pen, there are paragraphs of words written by the reporter, which roughly looks like an outline.

"This is?" I asked while picking up the manuscript paper to read.

"I remember that when you were in Beijing, you originally wanted to write a book about the style of scholars in the Spring and Autumn period, but it was shelved due to the lack of information and the turmoil in the current situation. After coming to Kunming, you have not yet decided whether to continue or find another subject. A few days ago, you When I heard Mr. Chen say that many optional textbooks were lost, I noticed that you seemed to be very distressed, so I thought about finding some materials and writing this textbook with you. Today, when I heard Mr. Chen say that the children here want to study but can’t , I had an idea, stopped by to borrow a book, and then wrote these things.”

I looked at the outline carefully and was suddenly speechless.

"I was thinking... let's write an easy-to-understand subject book together for those children who have no books to read. I will pick out and arrange the key points of knowledge, and you can find a playful teaching method for these points... um ...?"

I turned around and pressed Lin Ximing's mouth, pursed the corners of my lips and hugged him, and buried my face in his neck. I couldn't form a word for a while, but I felt the corners of my eyes were hot, and my tears overflowed uncontrollably. , dipped into his coat.

He also embraced me with his backhand, and gently stroked the hair on the back of my head, "Weihua, what do you think?"

I didn't want to raise my head, so I could only answer sullenly, "Okay."

"I, Chang, are really lucky in my three lives. I have spent a hundred years with Ximing."

The author has something to say:

"May the young people in China get rid of the air-conditioning, just go up, and don't have to listen to the words of those who give up on themselves. Those who can do things do things, and those who can make a sound. If there is a heat, a part of the light, it is like a firefly, and it can also shine a little in the dark. Light, no need to wait for the torch."

From Mr. Lu Xun's collection of essays "Hot Wind"

I re-watched it and found a lot of bugs... After finishing it, I will change it together