trivial story

After autumn, the weather gradually cools down. The kitten who came to beg for breakfast has grown up a lot. Feng Yun found that many students would secretly feed it in the cafeteria.

I don't know who gave the little white cat a name, called Little Lion, and gradually it became popular among the students.

Fengyun was walking on the campus, and occasionally saw a small white figure flashing past behind the holly in the green belt, and a small wave of cheerfulness floated in his heart, like meeting an acquaintance on the street.

Fog fell in the evening, floating thinly in the night.Feng Yun locked the classroom door and walked to the dormitory with his English books.Because of the bad luck in the same trench, he unexpectedly became acquainted with Wu Shuke.And because Wu Shuke was even more unlucky, Feng Yun would occasionally go out to lock the door for her at night.For example, today, when she was in a hurry to go back to wash her hair, she threw the key into Peng Yun's hand and left.

When I returned to the dormitory, Gao Yiwu was doing teaching aids, and Fengyun glanced at it. It was a five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation of mathematics, which was far better than the progress of the mathematics teacher's lectures.

Jiang Xiaoguang nestled on the bed flipping through a book, saw Feng Yun came back and hurriedly said: "Give me that Youth Digest."

Feng Yun threw the books on the table to Jiang Xiaoguang.As soon as the school started, the Chinese teacher recommended several magazines to the students, saying that many of the examples above could be used in the composition.For a while, chicken soup magazines became popular in the class.

After washing up and lying down, Fengyun flipped through two English books before he found this exotic magic knife from under his pillow. This is an online novel that has been serialized for more than five years. Six volumes have been published so far. The whole series is far away. to the end.Han Lian looked at Feng Yun lying on the pillow: "Have you finished watching the fourth part?"

"Also," Feng Yun squeezed the remaining thickness: "A hundred or so pages."

Han Lenovo thought about it, picked up the reader that Jiang Xiaoguang replaced, turned to the back to read the jokes, and then looked forward backwards.

At 11:30, the piercing electric bell rang, and the lights went out on time.Feng Yun sighed silently, and put the book back under the pillow.

Gao Yiwu turned on the small charging desk lamp and cleared the table, then went to bed: "You helped Wu Shuke lock the door again?"

"Ah."

"Hey, hey," Jiang Xiaoguang whispered strangely: "I said, why did you come back so late!"

"no……"

Just as Feng Yun was about to explain, the dormitory manager's flashlight flashed from under the door of the dormitory, and a serious voice said: "I'm all asleep, don't talk."

After the light went away, Feng Yun continued, "She needs to wash her hair today, and it's quite troublesome for a girl to wash her hair."

"That is," Han Lian was climbing the ladder: "Yu Dashuang said that Jiang Keying washes her hair for an hour every time."

Jiang Xiaoguang snickered in the darkness: "Shen Fengyun and Wu Shu are not like that."

Feng Yun also laughed, and after laughing, he still explained seriously: "That's really not the case."

Gao Yiwu turned over and said, "Just kidding, ignore them."

Two months after the first year of senior high school, classes will start on Saturdays, and the weekends that Fengyun used to chat and refresh himself were cut in half at once.As time went by, he became more natural when facing his classmates, and he became more relaxed with his roommates, and the dormitory became a rare place in the whole school that made him feel at ease.

Fengyun's set of exotic magic knives became popular in a small area in the class, and when it returned to him after a round of circulation, the cover was already wrinkled like pickles.

On the contrary, there was another novel written by a Japanese writer. I lent it to Monphy, who was at the same table. When I returned it, it was wrapped in a newspaper cover, and the inside was also clean, just like when I lent it out.

In November, the days become noticeably shorter.When Fengyun was reading in the morning, he watched the gray sky outside the window light up slowly and procrastinatingly. The light of the sky was also very perfunctory. The thick clouds covered the sun, and the tall buildings in the distance left only a cold shadow in the smoke and dust.

The mid-term exam is coming soon, and the students in the class are also gearing up for it even though they are nervous.There are nine subjects in the first year of senior high school, all of which are key points - although according to the regulations, the second year of senior high school is divided into arts and sciences, but in recent years, several nearby high schools have successively implemented early division of subjects, so the scores of the two group exams in the first semester of the first year of senior high school are divided equally. Classes play a decisive role.

The midterm exam lasts three days and is scheduled from Wednesday to Friday, which means that Saturday and Sunday are two days off, giving students a rare full weekend.

When the day of the exam actually came, Feng Yun found himself relaxed.There are three exams a day, no homework, no classes, and I stay in the dormitory to review between exams.The review is also very free. Turn two pages of the book, look at the test papers you have done, and walk for another half an hour. Time flies quickly.

At noon on Friday, Feng Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, holding his novel in his hands.Zhu Dingyi hurriedly pushed the door in, and said, "Han Lian, Wu Li will bring a junior high school classmate with him tomorrow." He turned his head and saw Feng Yun, and shouted strangely, "You should also read novels for the exam. Don't show your face. I will be miserable, and I made four mistakes in the multiple-choice questions in the morning..."

Feng Yun was a little embarrassed, and said: "No, I just..."

"I still don't know you?" Zhu Dingyi said again: "I'm going to be miserable!"

Feng Yun didn't know what was the use of such eager and active selling, but when he heard Zhu Dingyi yelling so loudly, he felt quite embarrassed, and hurriedly closed the novel and took out the geography book.

"It's so noisy." Gao Yiwu threw the book away: "You can control what he reads!"

Zhu Dingyi rubbed his nose, raised his hand and patted Han Lian who was sleeping on the bed, lowered his voice slightly, and said, "Did you hear, Wu Li brought her classmates..."

"Understood." Han Lian turned over: "What a big deal. Let's talk about it at night."

Soon the dormitory returned to calm, Han Lian slept together, and Gao Yiwu took a pen to write.Feng Yun lay on his back on the bed, holding the geography book a foot above his face, his eyes quickly scanned the pictures in the book, thinking that they had dated out to play together.

After the last exam, the whole school was full of fun-loving students.

Feng Yun packed up his things and didn't go home directly. He walked to a bookstore two stops away by himself while listening to the song.That bookstore has only one curtain, which is full of comics, but the owner is a boring middle-aged man, who often cradles his feet behind the cash register at the innermost side, watching spy movies on an old HP desktop.Feng Yun knew this place like the back of his hand, he knew exactly what was placed on which shelf.He roughly finished it, and picked out two new booklets.

It was almost six o'clock when I left the bookstore, and the evening was still gloomy. The road was crowded with vehicles of all sizes, and horns blared anxiously.With his left hand, Fengyun lightly pulled his schoolbag and shuttled through the traffic, and then unexpectedly found a familiar figure at the nearest bus stop.

Han Lian copied it in his trouser pocket with one hand, and tapped his phone quickly with the other. The young man was tall and straight, standing alone beside the bus stop sign.

Feng Yun paused for a moment, then stepped forward to say hello: "Han Lian."

"Oh, it's you, you're going back so late." Han Lian looked up, and then returned to his phone.

Feng Yun looked at the traffic, thinking of something to say, so the two of them were silent for a while, and then felt that it seemed very deliberate to suddenly find a topic to talk about, so the silence was prolonged, and the opportunity to talk was even more lost.He also touched his mobile phone, wanting to check the real-time bus.

"By the way," Han Lian finally spoke first, "Did I not add you?"

"Oh, it seems so."

The two became friends, and Han Lian said: "Tomorrow we will go to Mushanyuan to play, are you going?"

Feng Yun was taken aback, and just about to speak, Han Lian said, "Your car is here."

He looked up, and sure enough, he saw 309 sliding over slowly.

"You go first, we'll talk about it at night."

The reason why Fengyun came all the way to that bookstore is that the nearby bus stop is the second stop of 309, and generally there are very few passengers, and there are still seats after getting on the bus.

For him, life is based on the week-the afternoon when he comes home from school every week is always the happiest, sitting in the dangling car, the short rest day ahead is still waiting for himself completely.

He watched the tall buildings approaching and going away outside the window, casually thinking about the "we" that Han Lian said, is it him, Zhu Dingyi, Wu Li and the others?He held his mobile phone and wanted to ask who else was with him, and felt that it was a bit offensive for someone to invite him casually, and to ask before answering whether to go or not.

It's really strange, usually eating with him in the dormitory is already familiar, but it's still a bit awkward to meet someone outside the school like a new acquaintance.Mu Shanyuan Fengyun knew that there was an ancient building in the Ming Dynasty on the outskirts of the city. It was originally the manor of a certain big landlord.

shall we go?he asked himself.

In fact, it was a bit of a thought. He hadn't gone out with his classmates since he was in high school.But he was unfamiliar with Zhu Dingyi and Wu Li, and he had nothing to say about other classmates. He even found out just now that he and Han Lian, his roommate, were also very strange.

If Han Lian had just answered the question, the first thought would definitely be "OK".Fengyun sat in the car for 10 to [-] minutes, and all kinds of worries came up one after another. When he got off the car, he was already depressed and decided to reject this rare invitation.

It's almost seven o'clock, the sky is dark in late autumn, but the street lights are not on as usual, and the storefronts on the street are also dark, with emergency lights on from time to time, dazzling people's eyes, and the road is full of dark shadows .

It turned out that there was a power outage today.

I dragged my tired feet all the way home, and suddenly a small lightning flashed in my mind: How did Han Lian know that I took 309 to go home?

When he returned to the classroom on Sunday afternoon, Zhu Dingyi was talking to Wu Shuke about the weekend outing with an exaggerated expression: "... Zhong Yurong's schoolbag was wet, and Han Lian's biscuits were soaked in water in her bag. "

Wu Shuke tilted his head to look at the photos in Zhu Dingyi's cell phone: "Did Jiang Keying go so far away from home?"

"Hey!" Yang Shu said with a smirk, "Of course Yu Dashuang will go too."

"Yo~" A group of people laughed.

"You are going to die!" Jiang Keying turned her head and scolded with a smile.

Feng Yun silently shuffled the things in the schoolbag to the desk, feeling a little envious and a little bit regretful.

In his personality, he was born with such a factor of foresight and foresight. No matter what choice he made, he often regretted it afterwards, thinking melancholy that if he had taken a different path at the beginning, perhaps the current situation would be more satisfying to him.