I still don't want to go to school today

Less than half of the comprehensive papers were corrected, and the announcement was made to go downstairs to attend the rally.One-third of the people stayed on their seats without moving, another one-third started to pack their schoolbags and prepared to leave school, and only a dozen or so people lazily walked towards the playground.

Gatherings in the county have always been so popular - even Tang Cheng rarely goes to the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, and the students who hang around on such occasions most often are members of the student union.

Speaking of which, the student union in the county does not have a high sense of presence among the student population, but it is very popular among the school leaders. No matter what activities are planned, the school basically gives the green light.

Such a seemingly too normal activity should not be danced by the student union, it is probably the meaning of the school leaders.

Although it is essentially a formality, the school did not engage in formalism in the layout of the venue: a banner was scribbled on the rostrum of the playground, twisted in the middle, and several large characters were deformed; the tall pole not far away The height of the light from the lamp was not right. A spot of light in the middle of the field of vision of people standing on the lawn was extremely dazzling, while the rest was pitch black.

Fu Luojia squinted slightly, trying to read his handwriting on the paper—the lighting was really bad.

After a sound of footsteps, the light was completely blocked.He raised his eyes, and Teacher Ye was standing in front of him, handing over a few sheets of A4 printing paper: "The content of the speech later."

He glanced at the share he had prepared, folded it a few times and stuffed it into his pocket. "Okay. Excuse me."

Teacher Ye pushed down his glasses and smiled with satisfaction.She seemed to have become more confident - for reasons unknown at this time.During the two hours in the office before, she changed her usual conversation style, disregarding the previous suspicions, and with a pleasant face, she asked at the first sentence, what is your dream.He was silent for a long time without being able to utter a word, and under her repeated questioning, he quoted a classic sentence pattern in a composition: Contribute to society.

"That's great, it's great to have this idea! Just seize the time of this year, get into a good university and choose a good major—"

"One year sounds like a long time, but it's actually very fast. You see, at the end of this semester, there will be the first consultation, and soon after the first consultation, the second and third consultations, and then the college entrance examination-I haven't asked you yet, which school has the right? Thoughts?"

"...It's fine."

"There must be someone you want to go to the most, Tsinghua University or Peking University?"

"..." He touched the old scar on his wrist, "You said 'think', right. I think both are very good, but..."

"My son," she said suddenly, with a trace of inexplicable coyness in her expression, "he studied automation at Tsinghua University. He took the college entrance examination three years ago. I visited their school during the summer vacation. very good."

Fu Luojia looked at her and said for a while, "Oh."

The speech she gave was much more impassioned than the one chosen by Fu Luojia himself-he would never have agreed to read it before.

But now it really doesn't matter.

The microphone was propped there, and he finished reading the manuscript with his back to the banner without any ups and downs, standing in a frivolous manner, feeling that a gust of wind could blow him apart.The hundred or so audience members below did not respond, and they probably didn't even know who was speaking above.

"The college entrance examination is the only way for us to change our destiny—"

He paused and raised his eyes slightly.

"Fight and burn, youth has no regrets."

Applause was sparse.

He didn't bow, he took the manuscript paper and walked down the stairs from one side to the stage.There is a simple sound control room next to the rostrum, and he intends to return it with a microphone.

Chen Feng, the head teacher of the second class, stood at the door, and yelled at him from afar: "Why did you speak, didn't you let the first grade prepare? Who messed up the notice?!"

"Ms. Ye asked me to come." He put down the microphone and left without saying anything more.

After walking several steps, Chen Feng said behind him again:

"What's she doing? She dared to quarrel with the director in the last meeting. If her ex-husband from the Education Bureau wants to get back with her, she will have the confidence again, right?"

He pretended not to hear.

On the third day of school, the bag he used to pack the things he returned to Xu Zhijian remained untouched.There was no other reason, he had never seen Xu Zhijian at all.

Thinking of Zhou Linya's words, he didn't take the initiative to ask others if they had seen him.

He thought maybe Xu Zhijian went out to play with his parents or his sister again.

Zhou Linya found a new joy: writing to him in his notebook.It is also necessary to challenge Luo Jia when he is in a daze, because writing at other times will disturb his study.

you caught a cold?Take medicine every day.

He replied at the bottom: no cold.It's some other issues.

After a while she wrote again:

Do you think it's true?

What—he reacted, crossed out the two characters, and wrote: I can't think.

What's the meaning?I can't understand how you speak so profoundly.

I'm.

Who are you?what is it?

I am the same, and I like him.

Zhou Linya tore the paper with a "shua", as if he wanted to swallow it on the spot to destroy the corpse.

She stopped writing new content, she was stunned for a while, and then began to fidget.Fu Luojia looked out the window.

Turning her head again, she found that she was actually immersed in the problem. "Who has a mechanical pencil?"

Fu Luojia took out his own, but Zhou Linya skipped him as if he didn't see it, and knocked on Li Shuyi's stool in the front row: "Let me borrow yours!"

He stared at the pen in his hand for a while, but said nothing.

The running place he was looking for here was near a Buddhist temple, not far from the school, and his grandmother used to come here often.After the evening self-study get out of class, he walked there on foot, and then ran a few laps along the boulevard around the Buddhist temple.

There is a small convenience store next to the gate of the Buddhist temple. It is still open in the middle of the night, and a middle-aged man dressed as a monk guards the shop.On the left hand of the man are mineral water snacks, on the right hand are various types of incense and yellow paper, and the light of the incandescent lamp is reflected above the head.

Fu Luojia bought water there once.

"Would you like some sticks of incense?"

He said no.The man curled his lips, "Our place is very spiritual, and there is no one who will not be incensed when he comes."

"Have chance."

……

Under Yelaoshi's arrangement, Fu Luojia had no roommates and lived alone in Room 201 on the east side of the second floor of the men's dormitory.Because it is not facing the street, it is very quiet at night.

The dormitory environment is just average. The beds were changed to steel upper and lower tables this year, and the hot water has to be fetched on the first floor.

The dormitory manager is an old woman with gray hair, her hearing is worse than that of her grandmother, and she can fall asleep soundly at eleven o'clock when the boys' dormitory is bustling.

Before going to sleep, he didn't forget to lock the door. When Fu Luojia returned from running, he could only follow a group of boys who came back early because the game was not going well.

One day, on the way back, I encountered traffic jams.He wanted to go around, but he saw that the one who was beaten on the ground was actually Du Ran.

He took a closer look and found that there were four or five beating people, none of them were wearing school uniforms, and they looked old-fashioned, not like students.One of them also carried a machete that was as long as an arm.

The shutter door of the shop selling cakes next to it was half-opened, and the son of the owner's old aunt was looking at this side, probably still assessing the situation.

Fu Luojia also hesitated for a while.However, with this hesitation, blood was seen on Du Ran's face: the machete hit his forehead.

He walked over there, but his arm was grabbed by someone: "Student, don't go there! I have already called the police, let the police come and deal with it, it's too messy——"

"but……"

He looked over again, blood dripped down from Du Ran's eyebrows, covering his entire face.But the man is still standing steadily, I don't know if it was a lighter stroke or he was trying to be brave.

Du Ran's other hand was still holding the phone, and the screen was on, as if he was talking to someone - which obviously distracted him.

"It's okay, it's okay—!!" He was kicked in the stomach by another person just now, but he was still shouting into the phone: "Brother, you don't have to come here, it's none of your business—"

Fu Luojia broke away from the old aunt's hand and rushed over, randomly picked one of the four people, and punched him on the jaw before that person could react.

Fu Luojia heard his wrist snap, and when the man covered his mouth and howled, he raised his foot and kicked him in the shin.

Suddenly someone rushed over from the side, and he was hugged by the belt and fell to the ground. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he quickly turned over to avoid the machete that came down on his shoulder.

One-on-four must be completely abused, and two-on-four is probably the same... But it can last for a while.

The two surrounding him didn't seem to intend to let him get up.In order to avoid the knife, he received several kicks on his back and side. Fortunately, the knife was relatively heavy, and the man's strength was not very strong, and his swing speed was relatively slow, so he managed to dodge a few times.

Du Ran shouted over there: "Didn't I tell you not to come here! Is your head healed? You come out to jump again!!"

Fu Luojia: "..."

"You are not allowed to hit me!!! Police|police!! Stop for me——!"

After shouting this, the other side finally stopped, and slowly stepped back a few steps.

"Boom-"

The old aunt threw away the rolling pin, and the one with the knife fell limply in front of her.

She raised her head, quite surprised: "Ah, have you stopped calling?"

Du Ran wiped off the blood in front of his eyes, saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, and was shocked: "Fuck, Jia... Brother Jia? Why... have you cut your hair?"

A policewoman stepped forward in small steps to check the injury of the one holding the knife.

Fu Luojia stepped aside, took a deep breath and looked at Du Ran: "What's wrong with Xu Zhijian's head?"