Nancheng, nothing old.

Some things can never be predicted, just like destiny.It is life and death, parting, joy and sorrow, each of them loves to come in an instant, to come to us silently, and likes to catch every living person by surprise, either happy or peaceful, sad or sad .People who are alive are always moving forward, from life to death, turning all emotions and behaviors into decorations, pretending to be crowns and thorns, but the truth is that everyone will become a pile of dust, gradually Gradually, far, far away, it is difficult to be authentic in this world.We'll cover this moment with that long future, just like we'll forget Jurassic Park, and I'll forget you, after all because a short life is too long.Of course, this is a bunch of nonsense, I don't remember it deeply, I think Lu Jiang will remember it for a lifetime, until she reaches the end of her life.At that time, it really had nothing to do with me. I was probably leaning on the table and chair, sipping hot tea and listening to my favorite music.Of course, I am more likely to sit in my classroom.

Because that day, May 2008, 5, at 12:14 in the afternoon, I should have been in the classroom at that time. In the late spring and early summer, I should have been lazily lying on the table waiting for the class bell to ring.The classroom is full of people, some are sleeping, some are reading, and some are seizing the opportunity to say a few more words before and after, vowing to spread the laughter to everyone's ears.Then, the classroom began to shake violently, stacks of books on the table fell to the ground, kicking up dust, the tables and chairs upstairs moved and creaked, and many people poured out of the stairs next door , The world became extremely lively in an instant.I can't remember who yelled, and I can't remember what yelled. Everyone's sense of danger broke out in an instant, and people crowded towards the small door.Of course, I, who was sitting by the window at that time, quickly flipped out towards the window, and many people rushed out of the window behind me.Outside the window is an empty basketball court, an empty place can always give some comfort to those who are at a loss.

Everyone scattered and chatted.Li Sumian was with me, holding my arm.However, it didn't take long for her male classmate from the class next door to find her by some unknown method.She let go of my arm and quickly entangled with her boyfriend. I stuffed my empty hands into the wide pockets of my school uniform, a little flustered and a little at a loss.My eyes shifted among the crowd in all directions, my ears were only pricked up, and I tried my best to obtain information quietly.

It's an earthquake.It was definitely an earthquake.But at that time, no one realized that this was a disaster in Southwest China, and they were still amazed that there had never been any disaster in County G within a radius of several hundred miles for so many years.As a liberal arts student, earthquakes are only known to us on TV or geography.So many young people have never known that destiny is so powerless and hopeless.

The head teacher and the teachers who maintained order arrived late.Of course, it is also possible that I am alone, too attentive, Li Sumian is so far away from me, and the surrounding crowd does not form a team with me in twos and threes.It always feels like a long time has passed.

I saw Zhang He.She also came in a hurry, the head teacher of a class one level higher.She came over, met me face to face, gave a powerful nod, and didn't have time to say extra words alone, even though I learned from her many times under Li Sumian's instigation since I decided to take the entrance examination for Beijing Normal University.

The teacher reassured the students, saying that they were only affected by the earthquake in Wenchuan County, the neighboring province.The students with mobile phones began to check the news constantly.

Earthquake in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province.

I didn't know much about this matter at that time, but G County felt so strongly just being affected by the earthquake, and I vaguely felt that this was a very serious matter.The boy next to me started calling home and heard that his parents had recently traveled to Chengdu.I don't know if Chengdu is close to Wenchuan. At that moment, I suddenly thought of Lu Jiang, thinking of her, how I wanted to be friends with her so much.

The noise around and the crowd was so terrifying.I was alone in it. In the originally wide basketball court, there were no tables and chairs, and nothing to rely on. I just stood straight in the crowd, with my fists clenched in my clothes pockets and my palms sweating.The sun at noon was so bright that it burned people's backs, the wind was blowing the small leaves, and the green shade was spreading, but it was far away from me.All this once again made me at a loss, or this feeling has never stopped from the beginning.

I think of Lu Jiang.Thinking of her, smiling so shyly, having no friends, and being in a place that has only been there for less than a month, is it as at a loss as I am?

That afternoon, the crowd gradually calmed down, and the midday sun gradually lost its scorching heat.The students returned to the classroom one by one.

School has not yet been allowed to leave, there is no teacher in the classroom, and it is still very noisy.Fortunately, I have a place to sit, and I can lie on the table, and my heart is at least [-]% stable.Li Sumian was also sitting next to me. Fortunately, she was also quiet at the moment, as if she understood that I didn't have much desire to speak.

In the fairly noisy environment, I called my parents separately.At that time, I was still 17 years old, and the voices of my father and mother gave me nine points of stability.Of course, it is also true at this moment.My mother told me the surprise of this incident in her super cute and slightly shrill voice, and my father said that he would come to pick me up from school in the afternoon.

Look, this is not a big deal. For us, it is still safe and sound, but it is a little different from usual.

Then, I called Lu Yian.The first contact, the first phone call since parting.The ringtone of the phone is still familiar, but my heart is not as disturbed as before, my heartbeat is the same as before, and my face is as usual, as if I just called my mother again.However, when I heard Lu Yian's familiar voice gently calling my name "Jiang Ming", my heart finally felt very stable.The setting sun outside the window was gradually setting, and the heat of the sun was finally going to dissipate. The breeze blew, with bursts of coolness, entering my body from my wide cuffs and leading to my back.The chattering voices in the classroom also began to fade away, those who did their homework started to do their homework, those who read novels started to read novels, and the discussion was no longer so lively.All of this seems to have finally faded away.Lu Yian's voice, soft and gentle, was in my ears, and she said "Jiang Ming".Although my ears feel a little hot next to the mobile phone, my heart is as calm as the wind blowing in from the window just now.

I told her about it.She smiled (I imagined she was smiling) and comforted me, saying that the geology of G County does not allow earthquakes.She didn't seem too busy, she asked me a lot about my studies, and I also asked her about her work.We talked like old friends, and I never called her Sister Lu. It was this unusual afternoon that gave me the courage to treat her calmly.After chatting about daily life, I asked her about Lu Jiang's contact information.

I always remember the worries about that girl this afternoon, and Lu Yian is the only person I think I can have a connection with Lu Jiang.I don't know how far Chengdu is from Wenchuan, and I don't know how good Lu Yian and Lu Jiang are.It's just a hunch that she and her must still have an intersection.

Lu Yi'an said: "She is not well."

I asked her for Lu Jiang's mobile phone number, and Lu Yi'an was surprised by my behavior.After all, my friendship with Lu Jiang and my classmates was less than half a year at that time.She didn't have many friends, and I wasn't one of the few people she made friends with.She left in such a hurry, and since that incident, few people mentioned her again, even though she was a nice girl, and she patiently spoke to many people with her gentle voice.

I said, I wanted to be friends with her at first, I just met this girl and thought she was cute, what does it have to do with who she likes?

Like, I really want to have a hunch that one day I will fall in love with Lu Yian deeply.I can't explain the reason myself, but I just can't extricate myself from a difficult situation.And I'm walking this road right now, waiting for this day to come

For Lu Yian, my answer is probably suggesting some answers. I hope she understands a little bit, and I hope she doesn't understand.For my answer, she was silent on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.She said: "Jiang Ming, I thank you on behalf of Lu Jiang. She is not well."

Lu Jiang is not well.We didn't talk for a long time, so we hung up the phone and continued to study by ourselves that night.

About the Wenchuan Earthquake.When I got home that night, I had seen the horrors on TV.This despair and pain that every human being can feel.The pain to the bone, the damage to the five internal organs, the pain of a broken heart, the bloody pain of being swallowed up by all human emotions and bodies.Before the fate, life and death, naked.This painful feeling became more and more intense as I became an adult, when I had deeper feelings for the world, and when I understood that the life of a person is as great as Mount Tai and as small as an ant.I understand that many irresistible forces in this world are crushing our soul and body. However, except for the person concerned, for others, this is just an afternoon that is too hot and noisy.So I don't want to use too many words to describe this well-known thing.

I am a bystander, like all outsiders.The world has witnessed this disaster, and I have witnessed Lu Jiang's pain.

When I got home that night, around 10:30, I had a phone call with Lu Jiang.I called her, somewhat abruptly but still chose to call her at 10:30pm.

Lu Jiang.After the call was connected, I was the first to speak: "I'm Lin Jiangming." The phone was very quiet, and I didn't hear a sound after waiting for a few seconds, but the phone was connected.I can only talk to myself.

"Lu Yi'an said that you are not well."

"Will Chengdu be greatly affected?"

"When you left, you didn't say anything. I haven't had time to say goodbye to you."

"Jiang Ming." Her voice was weak and very low. Fortunately, it was very quiet at night, so I could hear it clearly. I could hear her. She was extremely tired.After she spoke, I didn't speak again.The room was silent as I waited for her to speak.

"Wang Xiaoyu left me."

"Where did she go?" I asked subconsciously, and after I finished speaking, there was a loud bang in my heart, which was extremely terrifying.

"She will never come back to see me again. My mother and the others finally don't have to worry about us meeting again. I will never see her again after all my efforts in my life."

She speaks very slowly, and it takes a long time. If it is an exaggeration to describe it as if it took a lifetime to say a word, then I really feel that every word she says seems to have exhausted the power of her entire life .It was so heavy that I couldn't answer it in a single sentence.

"She's only 17 years old."

"We agreed to go to a university in a certain place next year. When I got into university, she said that her grades couldn't keep up with mine. She said that she could be a director after she got into drama."

"But it turns out that we don't count for anything. In the face of the future, what we say doesn't count."

She spoke intermittently, and I can tell that the riding team that Wang Xiaoyu joined happened to go to Wenchuan that weekend. She was supposed to come to see Lu Jiang on Sunday night, but the team stopped for one night and never rode out of Wenchuan.There are only two girls in the whole team, life and death are mixed, Wang Xiaoyu just happened to be unlucky.Lu Jiang's voice was quiet, I didn't hear her cry.She just spoke very slowly and her words were confused and illogical.I turned off the lights and talked to her on the phone.For an entire hour, I didn't say a word of comfort to her, and I couldn't say anything.

"We're all going to lose someone one day, and I've always known that, like my mother lost her parents, and my uncle lost his wife, I grew up knowing that people can never truly live and die together. It's just that I didn't expect that I would really feel all this so quickly. I lost her, and there was no one to accompany me. My parents hoped that she would die early, and this time they always got their wish.

I said, "Please keep calling me." It was the only thing I could say to comfort her.Extend an olive branch to her in due course.

At the end of the call, Lu Jiang thanked me for listening to her rambling for so long.I hung up the phone, and finally I couldn't hear her desperate tone, but my brain was abnormally clear.In the middle of the night until twelve o'clock, with the curtains closed, I couldn't see the ceiling with my head up, and I kept my eyes wide open without feeling sleepy at all.

Lu Jiang and I, Wang Xiaoyu and I, and many others are only 17 years old.But this is a full stop for Lu Jiang and her lover.I still can't understand her deep love, and I haven't lost anyone yet. I can only imagine the pain of this 17-year-old girl with the heart of a girl and the many novels I have read.

After the Wenchuan earthquake, the school organized fundraising.The tragic situation of the disaster was broadcast live on TV 24 hours a day. Lu Jiang called me and said that she was waiting for Lu Yian, who was far away in the north, to be a volunteer together.I remember that Lu Jiang was not yet full at that time, and she didn't tell me how she persuaded her family and school.When I went home on Friday, I saw Lu Yiping. There was a photo sent by Lu Yian in his mobile phone. Lu Yian, who was wearing a white volunteer uniform, was standing next to Lu Jiang. That's when I realized that she really went to Wenchuan with Lu Yian.

Lu Yian's hair was a little longer than before, her arm was on Lu Jiang's shoulder, leaning against her tightly, I looked at Lu Jiang carefully, she was the same as I remembered, she only raised her head slightly when she smiled The corners of the lips look very quiet, and the eyes are scattered in the distance without focus.I keep that photo in my phone.

The Wenchuan earthquake is slowly passing by, and I, continuing to be like an ordinary high school student, really dedicate my spare time to my high school.Although I never mentioned it to anyone again, but I wanted to be admitted to Beijing Normal University, and I wanted to see Lu Yian's past. This thought became more and more profound and implanted in my brain.I think that there are many things that if you don’t want to do it, you may not have a chance in the future.I never know when everything I care about will come to an end.

We, each in another place, do what we think is meaningful.Me and Lu Jiang, me and Lu Yian, me and myself.I seldom contacted Lu Yian, but only got some news from Lu Yiping one after another.But gradually more and more calls with Lu Jiang, Lu Jiang and I have always only called, and have not added Q so far.It was always after 10:30 in the evening, and her signal was not good, but fortunately, I got used to her intermittent sentences.I can hear some news about Lu Yian from her words. I occasionally inquire a few words deliberately, but mostly I hear her talk about some trivial things during her volunteer period, and I can feel her desperate heart gradually in these small details. calmed down.We are gradually becoming like friends, but we haven't thought about seeing her to give her a tight hug, just like Lu Yian used to say: "If we are friends, we will meet each other meaningfully one day."

I want to accumulate a deeper friendship, but on that day, I had a good time meeting Lu Jiang who I really liked so much that I wanted to be friends with her.

The summer of 2008 is approaching, and my life is calm and business as usual.

The author has something to say: I have gradually forgotten the cruelty of Wenchuan, because I am not the person involved, and the days are still passing slowly with time.