trivial story

The happy days are always extremely short, after all, after the miniature version of the summer vacation is over, the third year of high school is about to officially arrive.

Feng Yun also secretly urged himself to study hard, study hard, and put aside all novels, comics, and movies.Listen to Meng Fei's gossip every day (this is really a strange girl in the fifth middle school, and so many stories of her classmates flow into her ears at home during the holidays), chat with Han Lian, and tease Jiang Xiaoguang on the Internet.

When school was about to start, Han Lian suddenly told Feng Yun that he would not go back to the school dormitory for the time being. He didn't say the reason. Feng Yun was keenly aware of the general direction. Although he was disappointed, he still restrained himself from asking why.

When I first started elementary school, the baggy school uniforms were baggy, the tops were big enough to cover the thighs, and the sleeves could be rolled up so that the hands could be tucked inside.At that time, I felt that the sixth grade was very proud. I was in class on the top floor of the teaching building, with only one shoulder bag strap on my back, and my coat was casually tied around my waist. I was quite envious.

When I was in junior high school, I suddenly changed from the sixth grade, the largest in the school, to the youngest first grade in the school. It seemed that I went back to the first grade in a circle, and all the feelings reappeared yesterday. stuff, full of curiosity.

The freshmen who have just entered the school have different work schedules and get out of class time from the seniors. When they see people walking in a hurry on the road and gobble up bread while walking, they will know that they are the seniors who are approaching the college entrance examination battle.

In the second week after the beginning of autumn this year, Fengyun officially became a graduate student.The winter and summer vacations are occupied by extra courses and never changed, so that in Fengyun's perception, the boundary between the second year and the third year of high school is not so clear. The high school courses have already been learned, and the rest are countless test papers And exercises, in the sea of ​​books and questions, one day he raised his head to catch his breath, and found that he did not know when he became a prospective graduate.

The Chinese teacher never participated in the contention of "the physical education teacher has something to ask for leave today", and always said in class: "Have done math for a day, come, listen to my class and relax."

The English teacher always walks into the classroom with the teaching aids amidst the aroma of biscuits and cakes in the evening, and distributes a set of [-]-question single-choice papers as usual.

The three teachers of science and comprehensive science are racing against each other, and the preemption of extracurricular time has reached a fever pitch.

The math teacher cleared his throat and took out all kinds of supplementary materials from the pile of materials he had carried.

The test papers rolled like snowflakes from the first row to the last row—two-page papers in A4 size, used for class quizzes in the last 15 minutes of a class; four-page papers in octavo, for one class in the afternoon Used for proficiency testing; a long eight-page volume, 120 minutes for evening self-study to do a simulated college entrance examination...

Occasionally, the teacher is not free at night, and he is also relieved to let the students in a class study by themselves. In the quiet classroom, only the soft sound of rubbing the pen tip against the paper surface can be heard.On such a night, in the middle of the inscription, someone will suddenly sigh loudly, or complain that they are going to be forced to go up the Liangshan Mountain, like a small stone thrown into the calm water, small ripples spread, and tense conversations gradually sound, mixed with young people. , helpless laughter, and finally returned to silence under the eye-catching lamp tube at night, shaking their heads and rubbing their wrists, and continued to write the endless exercises.

Looking at the moths fluttering towards the light, Fengyun felt that he was like an insignificant bug. He vainly tried to swallow the whole big tree, gnawed and gnawed hard every day, and if one leaf was gnawed off, more would grow on the tree.

He broke history in yesterday's physics quiz, scoring only 37 points on the [-]-point test paper.Such a big loss of standard is rare. He checked the returned test paper by himself. On the answer sheet, where the third question should be written, the answer to the fourth question was written. After that, one place was staggered overall, and the last question was missing.The idea of ​​the last two big questions is correct, but the calculation is like seeing a ghost, and the result is not right.

But this doesn't seem to make much sense. When he was in the freshman year of high school, he might have thought that there was a difference of one or two points, but now the closer the college entrance examination is, the more numb he becomes.

The physics teacher called him to the office, comforted him carefully, discussed his recent living conditions, and finally encouraged him not to be affected by the temporary ups and downs.

Feng Yun felt that at this time, the teacher was more nervous than the students, for fear that some adolescent girl would be mentally unbalanced, have excessive emotional ups and downs, and accidentally jump off the window sill.

Some truths are understood by everyone, and teachers who have experienced many battles know better, but it is impossible for everyone to do it.Obviously knowing that excessive pressure is not good, but I always want students to read a little more, write a little more, just a little bit.Many points gathered together, crushing Fengyun until he was numb and exhausted.The principle they pursue is very simple and rude: "Everyone else has done it, but you haven't done it, so I ask you if you panic?"

Probably a little flustered.

Competing desperately with each other, everyone is half dead.

One day the teacher in charge called Feng Yun to the office on purpose, and first asked if he was not nervous about studying recently, and if he had anything to do in life.Feng Yun wondered in his heart, his grades have been stable recently, and he hasn't been a monster, why should he take care of him all of a sudden.

Then Hao Dejun asked again holding a teacup: "How is Han Lian recently? You have been in the same dormitory with him, and you are quite familiar with him, right?"

Feng Yun: "He's living at home this semester, and the dormitory beds are all empty."

"Well, it's like this," Hao Dejun thought about his choice of words: "As for Han Lian, something happened at home, and now you are all at the most critical time. Teacher, I think a balanced mentality is the most important thing, so I agree with Han Lian's decision. I have been studying for a while, and I hope he can make a good adjustment. He came to me yesterday and planned to go back to the dormitory. You two have been in the same room for more than two years, and I hope you can help the teacher to pay attention. If there is anything about Hanlian, you should tell it in time. teacher."

This is to help myself look at Han Lian.

Some time ago, the thoughts became more and more clear, Feng Yun asked in a low voice: "Is it his parents..."

Hao Dejun didn't say it clearly, but he was relieved to see Fengyun being so sensitive: "You see, sometimes children don't have so many options when it comes to adults. It's been so long, and we're only one step away, and the teacher also hopes that you all have a bright future!"

Feng Yun came out of the office, his mind was in a mess.

Soon Han Lian came back to the dormitory, and he usually went to class and had dinner together as before, but he would occasionally stare at something in a daze, and there were no signs of showing too much.In the cafeteria at noon this day, the TV hanging on the wall has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and it is the central set.Because the teacher of the last class delayed a little bit, the noon news had already finished broadcasting when we sat down to eat.[-]:[-] is today's statement, and the case happened to be a story of divorce and property disputes.The couple's property before and after marriage was vague, they insisted on their own opinions, and they also had a daughter who was in Primary One. They pushed each other back and forth like a football.Han Lian watched TV expressionlessly, Feng Yun felt a little bad, so he hurriedly said, "I'm done eating, let's go."

He added: "Don't look at it, there's nothing to see."

Han Lian glanced at him and said in a blunt tone, "What do you know?"

Feng Yun was a little embarrassed, helped Han Lian with his schoolbag, and kept urging: "Let's go, the dormitory will be closed."

Back in the dormitory, Han Lian threw himself on the bed, buried his face in the pillow and said nothing.Neither Fan Jing nor Wang Xinxin came back, probably because they had practiced in the classroom.Now there are only the two of them in the whole dormitory, Feng Yun put away his schoolbag, feeling a bit at a loss.He was not sure whether to show "I already know" and he was not very good at comforting others. After thinking about it, he had to ask, "Are you hot, do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt that I was terrible, and what I said was nothing.

Han Lian muffled his head and called him in a low voice: "Shen Fengyun."

"Hey." Feng Yun hurriedly responded, Han Lian rarely called him by his full name, so he almost wanted to stand at attention.

"I'm sorry." Han Lian said, "I'm not in a good mood, you should rest."

Feng Yun fell asleep cautiously, but couldn't fall asleep, staring at the ceiling and paying attention to Han Lian's movements.When Han Lian woke up in the afternoon with pillow marks on his face, Feng Yun wanted to smile, but when he realized that the timing was wrong, he smiled and quickly put it away.

"Laugh if you want." Han Lian seemed to be back to normal again, and said generously, "Laugh, it's approved."

Han Lian knew in his heart that it was all expected, and sooner or later it would be like this.I can't control my emotions well. In addition to family affairs, the pressure in school also counts.Seeing Fengyun's cautious look, he guessed that he probably knew, a little helpless, and also a little comforted: it's not that no one cares.

The estrangement between young people does not last overnight, or even noon.There were many, many, more serious quarrels, and I clearly made up my mind to ignore them all, and I accidentally spoke again, but the other party didn't pay attention, and clearly said that I would not speak, why did I answer involuntarily.Well, I forgive you then.

Many years later, the two of them talked about this time by chance. Feng Yun leaned against the console and played with his mobile phone, saying: "Actually, Hao Dejun was also very nervous, but you couldn't tell if he didn't tell you. Look. , Sometimes being a good person is very unknown, and you don’t know who is secretly treating you well.” Han Lian was busy turning the dishes in the wok, with a warm smile in the corner of his eyes: “You are right. "

Gradually, I have more time for self-study. Many times, the teacher will come and send out a set of questions, and I can go back to the office to do other things after walking around two laps. Everyone's face is full of fighting spirit against the clock.On Wednesday afternoon, there was no one in the classroom, and occasionally pages were flipped, as if there were signs of concentration and hard work hanging in the air.

A tall and tall strange boy called out from the door of the classroom: "Zhou Xinqiao, come out."

There was a brief fluctuation in the classroom, Zhou Xinqiao didn't think much, got up and went out with doubts.

Soon there was booing and laughter from a group of people outside, Zhou Xinqiao cursed crazy, and angrily returned to her seat.Shawang who was sitting in front whispered, "It's from Class [-]."

In the next few weeks, every Wednesday afternoon, someone would come to the classroom door to look for Zhou Xinqiao. It turned out that it was Class [-]'s physical education class.

Zhou Xinqiao's face was dark, and the ballpoint pen in her hand was about to cut through the exercise book.Zhao Rong couldn't look down, got up and closed the classroom door.

The people outside didn't leave, but they all called Zhou Xinqiao's name.

Suddenly an elderly female voice rang out: "What are you doing here, which class are you in?"