Me and Jing Xueyao

33.

There is a mulberry tree in front of my house. My grandfather picked a lot of mulberries for me and filled a bowl full of tea bowls.The juice stained his fingertips and palms purple, and he squatted on the ground to smash walnuts for me.At that time, his legs and feet were still as nimble as a young man's, and he always went to play mahjong in no time. My grandmother scolded him a lot for this.At that time, we were not afraid of the sun in summer, but we were afraid of watermelon in summer. I hated eating watermelon since I was a child, and so did my cousin.At noon, while people were taking a nap, my cousin and I took a bamboo pole to beat wild fruits on the trees. I don’t even know what kind of fruit it is, it’s sweet and sour, like bayberry and rambutan.

34.

I rubbed the bruise on my abdomen with safflower oil, and Xiao Bin came to trouble me again. I have always had a relationship with him—we have been at the same table since elementary school.He has had a bad temper since he was a child, like a king of the mountain, he is capable of all the bullying methods of elementary school students.I was just a bun back then, and of course I haven't changed much now, and I dare not resist when I am bullied.The teacher doesn't care about making small reports. The bad students in our school always get more and more courageous. I don't want to be settled by others.There is no evil on his face, but what he does always makes people speechless.I was still struggling under his claws in the first day of junior high school, until the second day of junior high school separated us.We have to be re-divided into classes every year. Xiao Bin is different from us. He can get good grades even if he sleeps in class, and he works hard to make it to the top five of the year.I heard that his girlfriend was pried by Jing Xueyao. I don’t know why, most of Jing Xueyao’s girlfriends are snatched from other people. It’s like collecting stamps. He prefers girls with short hair and a pointed chin, which seems very I like to grab things from others.

35.

In summer, drinking water is like drinking too much alcohol. It may be because I am growing up and I am easily hungry. I feel that I can’t eat enough every day.Jing Xueyao doesn't like to eat very much, he doesn't eat like other boys, he always picks and pulls the rice, as if he has a deep hatred.There was a power outage at the evening self-study school, and our classmates were crying and howling with excitement.The sound insulation in the classroom was poor. At that time, "Damn Tenderness" became popular, and the song was everywhere in the streets and alleys.The teacher didn't care about us, we sang passionately with the fifth class upstairs, the singing was deafening in the dark environment, and we completely ignored the "Two Butterflies" thrown by the class next door.The teaching director held a flashlight and gave us candles, saying that the electricity would not come for a while, so let us stay calm and not disturb the review of the third year of junior high school.

36.

The shops on both sides of the street were also closed, and it rained heavily.As soon as I left school, I remembered that I didn't take my umbrella, the street lights didn't work, and I was short-sighted.Thinking about it now, I was really desperate at that time. Everyone was leaving school in groups, and I went to school retrograde.Sure enough, he was knocked down to the ground. Fortunately, there was only a little bruise on his arm, and it was a trivial matter that the brake handle was broken.

The person who hit me was a girl, to be exact, Xiao Bin's ex-girlfriend.At that time, gender-neutral dress was very popular among girls, and she was one of the best.She helped me and the car up and apologized very politely.The people walking with her all looked at her like a monster, but she was not shy, and said to the long-haired girl who laughed the most: "Xiaojing said to be polite to classmates, and girls should behave like girls. Li Yan is like you What are you laughing at?" He puffed out his chest proudly.

37.

Guan Jinyu is a very beautiful girl, even though she doesn't look like a girl at all.It's not uncommon for me to see Jing Xueyao flirting with her, even more intimate than his ex-girlfriend.I'm always watching his every move masochistically, but I'm not a pervert, I can't get any pleasure.There is only endless torture.

38.

After the junior high school exam, the school is much empty, and we will have the final exam soon.The class teacher Che Zhulu kept talking back and forth, just to tell us not to influence good students, and not to drag others into trouble by doing our own thing.They also named a few gang fights, but Jing Xueyao was not among them.He has been very quiet recently, sitting on his one-third of an acre of land every day, wondering what he is thinking about, as if an old monk is in meditation, he doesn't move.

39.

My room has no door, only a bookcase against the wall as a curtain, leaving a narrow passage.Similar to the attic of a duplex building, it was originally a place to store food, and the cement floor did not need to be attached to the floor. My grandfather repainted the walls and asked the carpenter next door to make a table and bed, which could barely accommodate people.It's always hot inside in summer, and the buzzing mosquitoes make me feel restless even with the mosquito nets on.My mother and grandmother carried the bamboo bed upstairs and drank tea and chatted on the roof.When I was young, my grandfather taught me to count the Big Dipper. The wind at night brushed my cheeks, refreshing and gentle. We were covered with towels and slept until dawn.

40.

The smell of wheat straw is particularly good. My uncle drove a tractor and tied a stone roller to grind the wheat back and forth in the wheat field.As the sun went down, my grandfather played in another open space, dyeing the sky a dirty yellow, and several seven or eight-year-old boys rolled on the fluffy straw... I knew that this precious time of youth should not be wasted, But I don't know how to work hard. Textbooks are like heavenly books to me.Do I have to do something I'm not good at and don't like?Do you have to go to university and find a good job to be successful? ——Yes, in the eyes of most people, but I don't think so, I don't like this world.I will die.

41.

In fact, I thought about committing suicide when I was in fifth grade. At that time, two packs of rat poison were placed on the windowsill of my house. I told Xiao Bin that if he escaped from duty and threw my schoolbag into the toilet, I would die. Before he died, he must leave a suicide note. Said it was his fault.He didn't take it seriously, beat me up again, slapped my butt and left.

42.

I couldn't live and didn't dare to die. It seemed that no matter how I died, it would be painful. I couldn't stand the pain, and I always begged for mercy habitually.I'm really a coward, why can't life have its own death button?Live enough to tap to disappear.Why is a person's life so long?Even if it's only 20 years, I can't stand it.

43.

I can’t see my mother when I go home recently. Grandma said that she went to take care of the flower garden.He also earnestly told me to study hard, improve my grades, and don't embarrass her if I get a good high school entrance exam.I said yes, and I was already thinking how long until I was an adult, and I couldn't wait to escape this place, even if my family was here.

44.

The sequelae of the bicycle being hit seemed to be very serious, and it made a "crackling" sound when pushed, like a pile of broken copper and iron in a group fight, which was very annoying.I had no choice but to push it slowly to the car repair shop. Guan Jinyu paid me ten yuan. .After repairing the brakes the day before yesterday, I still had [-] yuan left. I didn't expect to lose my money so soon.My escape plan has a long way to go.

45.

In the morning, I bagged the wheat with my grandpa, and in the afternoon, I went to pick peppers in the field with my grandma.We have a lot of pepper trees in our family. In previous years, they were contracted to others to pick them. This year, because of the price problem, we plan to pick them ourselves.In fact, picking peppers is very simple, but the weather is very hot.We set off at 04 o'clock in the morning and came back at 30 o'clock to avoid the sun at noon. We set off at [-]:[-] in the afternoon and picked until it was dark.It doesn't hurt very much to be pricked, but the hands are numb and hot, and if you don't pay attention, your eyes will burn, which is very uncomfortable.I was clumsy, and it took less than [-] catties to pick it for half a month.

46.

In fact, I am very lazy and hate working.The ideal of life is to eat and wait to die, so I am very envious of the charter woman in "Kung Fu".But I'm not her. I don't have so many houses to rent out. I only get 100 yuan after picking peppercorns for a month.So don't compare yourself with others, I will be pissed off.

47.

Teachers don’t look at things like summer homework. Last year, I didn’t even confiscate what I finished meticulously.I broke apart the staples, threaded this year's cover onto last year's book, and made three copies for my mother to read.

48.

There was a celebration for new students at the beginning of the term, and we were divided into classes based on our grades. Jing Xueyao and I were not in the same class, unexpectedly we were not grouped together.He is in Class [-] upstairs and I am in Class [-] downstairs.I said before that there is no one who does not love Jing Xueyao, but that is actually an exaggeration.I hope the whole world loves him, but this is not realistic, he is only RMB in my eyes.In addition to the boy who hates him too much, there is also our head teacher, she is a fat middle-aged woman, and our English teacher in the second grade of junior high school.This is the class with the highest enrollment rate in the school. Her daughter is also in our class. Both mother and daughter wear a pair of thick myopia glasses.

49.

She looked down on Jing Xueyao before, and now she looks down on me even more.I sat in the last row, next to the garbage pile, without a deskmate.This is the seat of an abandoned person.No one cares what I do, the bicycle shed is outside the window, and I am still in the fourth group.I don't know the degree of myopia, and I can't see the math problems on the blackboard clearly. Even if I can see clearly, I won't do it.The math teacher in the third grade of junior high school was an old man who didn't like to take care of us. He was much more kind than the tigress who punished us for copying formulas a thousand times in the second grade of junior high school. He never called names or criticized us in class.

☆、Chapter 4

50.

The freshmen moved into the teaching building of the third grade of junior high school. We stayed where we were, but we were already the oldest students in this middle school.Guan Jinyu's best friend Li Yanru sat in front of me, she was the girl who laughed the loudest on a rainy night.She is very different from Guan Jinyu, she loves to dress up, she wears different clothes, makeup, and styles every day, like a monkey who can only change 72 times.In almost every class, she can't finish talking, and she chatters non-stop at the same table, which seriously affects my sleep quality.

51.

The representative of each subject on Teacher's Day was responsible for giving gifts to the teacher. Li Yanru recited a poem with great emotion, and gave the math teacher a gray clay pot, saying that she made it by herself at the pottery village on weekends.The old man laughed from ear to ear and praised her for her ingenuity.

52.

I suspect that I have a "provoking bully system" on me, otherwise why I am always so unlucky, and random people will come to bully me.Xiao Bin is nothing compared to Li Yanru. Nine out of ten times out of ten, she threw the chalk head in the dean's water glass.She looks weak and weak, but she is actually stronger than anyone else.I accidentally pulled her hair and she would yell at me, attracting the attention of the whole class and kicking me hard, and even stepping on my shoes after kicking.I have to wash my pants almost every day, and my mother looks at me blushing and hesitates to speak.The mental and physical torture she tortured me was outrageous. I have never met such a person. Everyone beat me at the slightest disagreement. Only she boiled the frog in warm water cruelly and viciously.

53.

Li Yanru's grades are scary if she doesn't attend class. Sometimes she would sit in the last row with me, and when I was sleeping, she would pierce the back of my hand with a compasses until the blood dripped out, then tear off the Band-Aid and paste it with a red mark. Paint a small heart with a pen.On a whim, I will tell her a story, and it must be a fairy tale for elementary school students that everyone likes.I imitated her handwriting to write Chinese homework, sang lullabies to lull her to sleep, and bought her breakfast and lunch. I became her 24-hour nanny.I also want to write how good she is to me in the diary, and I don't want to write lies, but there is no way, she will peek like my mother.

54.

But who can blame this, Xiao Bin told me that someone was going to gang up on me, but was stopped by Li Yanru.She can be regarded as a fighting lunatic who is famous in the whole school. She doesn't care about her life or your life. I don't know what kind of stimulation she has received before.

I went from fantasizing about Jing Xueyao's naked body to fantasizing about Li Yanru being whipped to death. I must beat her over and over again with a whip full of thorns and barbs, until she cried out in pain and tears, and there was no good flesh in her body.Then all the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty were imposed on her, so that she had no way to go to heaven or earth, and she couldn't even cry.

55.

Students in the third grade of junior high school always get up earlier than chickens, and they finish their self-study classes at [-] o'clock in the evening.Classmates always go home in small groups.I don't have any friends, and even if I have, I haven't contacted for a long time. No one wants to be friends with the murderer's son.My mother said that people are social animals, but I am always alone.The teacher in charge said I was a loner, so my uncle nicknamed me "The Lone Ranger".I may be growing up recently, and I am always absent-minded, struggling to do anything, becoming very lethargic during the day, and even more difficult to get up in the morning.Every day, I entered the classroom by pinch, resulting in standing at the door of the classroom five days a week.If you are lucky, you may meet Jing Xueyao. He also came late, but he was in much better condition than me. Holding a cup of steaming soy milk in his hand, he was not in a hurry, nor in a hurry, nor in a hurry, and broke the jar.Class [-] is upstairs from us, and the sound insulation is really bad, but their homeroom teacher is very talkative, and let him go back to his seat after scolding him.

56.

In addition to our male duck-like reading sound, the morning reading is the spicy instant noodle seasoning.Li Yanru sat with me to do yesterday's homework. She said that I looked like her teddy dog, especially the curly hair on my head.My family used to have a dog named Rhubarb, who was beaten to death with a stick by a debt collector.At that time, I was at my grandmother's house every day, and I didn't return to my own house until I was six years old.I heard neighbors say Rhubarb is very good. When there is no one at home, the door is locked with a chain. It can just stick out a dog's head through the gap, and it puts newspapers in its mouth.

57.

I was in the last row with the garbage dump, the bicycle shed was outside the window, and the playground was behind the shed.I heard someone shouting "Xiaojing pass the ball", and I thought of Jing Xueyao's snow-white waist passing by when he shot the ball. The sweat on his skin was like a sparkling mermaid under the sea, refracting bright light in the sun.It was like stepping on a sewing machine under my feet. In fact, I was a bit precocious. Thinking of him made me feel hot all over and I couldn't control myself.

58.

Li Yanru looks like a slutty witch in my eyes, and I have lived under her oppression for a long time.Guan Jinyu sometimes comes to her and talks about topics that only they understand, but I am not very interested.But without exception, Jing Xueyao is always involved. Thanks to her, I learned a lot about her boyfriend.For example, Jing Xueyao went to Tibet during the summer vacation. Yesterday he played games all night and skipped morning class. He occasionally watched news broadcasts and "Ji Dao Xian Shi". There were Kobe's signed posters and basketballs in the bedroom. He doesn't like sweets, but soy milk must contain sugar , I hate children and cats, and all furry things.I covered my face with a book and snickered. He hates small animals as much as I do. We both lack love and are a perfect match.Guan Jinyu is very talkative and is very suitable for talk shows. I hope they will never break up.

59.

After lunch, everyone was chatting in the corridor. If I was lucky, I could meet Jing Xueyao.Today is forecast to be cloudy to light rain. He is wearing a black sweater and shorts, showing his straight legs.It is impossible for children of our age to have any scent on them, and there is also the smell of sweat from teenagers.But Jing Xueyao always has a very pure fragrance, like a warm baby in winter, like a gentle hand stroking my hair, I feel at ease when I smell this smell.I heard that he went to Tibet with his friends during the summer vacation, so his face and body were a little tanned.I know that his parents have been separated for a long time, and it seems that it doesn't matter whether they get divorced or not, and I don't care much about him.

60.

Both the secret love and I need to be passionate to survive. I imagine that in all the places I can't see, he also desires me as much as I love him.

Thanks for your hard work.I wanted to go and hug him, but I couldn't.

61.

I rarely lose my appetite. When I was a child, adults said that I would grow taller only by eating well. I ate pigs every day and I didn’t grow taller.My mother didn't blame heredity but me for not loving sports. She and my grandmother sat on the sofa watching idol dramas and praised Li William for being handsome and aristocratic.It was brought up on me again, saying that when I grew up, I would be half as handsome as him, so I would be very incensed.I know that parents always want their children to be successful, but it's not good to be whimsical.