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A few more days passed like this, and there were slight differences from day to day, but after digging deeper, after recollection, I couldn't find any difference.Yu Qiuliang still doesn't see the difference between the sun today and yesterday. The sun climbs up and down every day, rises in the east and sets in the west. It has always been the same from ancient times to the present.He suddenly remembered that the sun is also very far away from the earth. It was many years ago that the sun was shining brightly, but it kissed passionately with the trees beside the road, and they were inseparable. Look with a magnifying glass to see how many years are in between.Old things are mostly rare, such as antiques, the tombs of princes, palaces, and ancient city walls.But for older people, probably few people are willing to pay attention.For those old people, the meaning of their existence may only be full of old thoughts. The appearance of people will be outdated, and the clothes will also be outdated. However, their stories will never fade and always have rich colors.

Listen to stories and listen to stories, people nowadays prefer to take a step forward.There is a word called "looking forward to the future". No matter how unreliable the illusory future is, it is still fresher than those old-fashioned stories.After hearing the old stories, young people pack up their bags and embark on a new journey. Everything about young people is lively and full of youthful breath.

However, Yu Qiuliang is different from other young people. Although he is new from head to toe without any old elements intertwined, but in him, there is no such kind of expectation for the future. passion.He thought passion was so stupid, he came to this world to walk around, just to see the scenery everywhere, why are he obsessed with those foreign objects? ——He sometimes thinks like this, so he often appears indifferent.

The results of the monthly exam came out, and a group of people crowded around the back of the classroom to read the posted report card.Yu Qiuliang glanced back, but didn't raise much interest.Anyway, he doesn't rely on the two scores he got in the test to live, and the scores can't be eaten as food.

But Song Ciran is more interested in this thing, because he wants to get into a good university in the future.Yu Qiuliang rested his chin, bored watching the great class leader surrounded by a group of classmates.Song Ciran was so excited that his face was flushed. It's no wonder that he won three gold medals in a row. What else is he dissatisfied with?

The class bell rang, and the class teacher walked in with a laptop.Monday is a dead Monday, the slack brought by the weekend has not subsided, and the busy life is rushing.Monday's lifelessness is due to the routine class meeting held in the afternoon and the results of the last monthly exam just announced.

Seeing that some people in the class were happy and others were sad, a light flashed through the eyes of the head teacher hidden behind the lens.His gaze crossed the rows in front and landed on Yu Qiuliang.The boy was raising his hand to block the sun's light from the window with his palm. He seemed to feel that the sun was too glaring, but the sun liked him very much. It was softly placed on his shoulders, a layer of golden soft veil.

This is a good boy.The head teacher put down the computer and moved the mouse a little.Not long after, colorful images appeared on the big screen, men and women, playing guitar and singing, and beat to the beat of the music... "Let's not talk about grades today, let's watch some videos." The head teacher said, There was majesty in the calm voice.Yu Qiuliang's attention was finally drawn back by the music, and he had to admit that music has magical powers, enough to make people forget their worries and devote themselves to another world wholeheartedly.

The head teacher always kept his word. He said that if he didn't talk about the grades today, he really didn't mention the monthly exam results.He is doing the right thing.Yu Qiuliang lowered his eyes, his gaze swiveled on the table, and the sunlight outside also began to turn, like a wooden spinning top that didn't know what it meant to be tired.How long until the college entrance examination?It should be more than half a year, but now everyone is already looking like an enemy. No matter what, we can't let them get too nervous. If they are too nervous, accidents are easy to happen. If something goes wrong at this juncture, it is not a joke for fun.

The singing sounded lingeringly for two classes, and Yu Qiuliang's fingers unconsciously tapped on the table, playing a series of cheerful rhythms.This rhythm is too joyful and jumpy, and it doesn't match the music resounding in the classroom, but the small voice and the loud voice are mixed together, and if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear anything wrong.Song Ciran tilted his face, winked at Yu Qiuliang and smiled, and suddenly said: "You did well in the comprehensive exam."

"Really?" Yu Qiuliang raised his eyebrows, and finally there was a little joy on his face, which made him look less cold, with a little anger from a living person.Sure enough, Song Ciran secretly looked at his grades, but they tacitly did not mention mathematics, they always only talked about happy things, and deliberately ignored unpleasant things.This is a good habit.

Gu Jia also said that Yu Qiuliang was good in liberal arts, and Yu Qiuliang thought that her senior must have peeked at his scores.This is not surprising, even reasonable. When it comes to high school students, the first thing people think of is their grades.Gu Jia saw his liberal arts scores, so she must have seen his math scores too, but it's not clear if she has surpassed the records of the first year of high school.In Yu Qiuliang's class, the placement test came surprisingly early, and they couldn't wait until halfway through the first year of high school, so they hurried to draw a boundary between liberal arts and science.If the senior sister saw the score sheet of the placement test at that time, she would be surprised at his partial subjects. It is unimaginable and unacceptable to be partial to such a degree.

Most of the class teachers can't bear it.Yu Qiuliang could feel those eyes sweeping over and over, and over and over, on his body, seemingly unintentionally, but actually intentionally.He knew that the head teacher was going to talk to him again soon, but he was stubborn, so even if we talked, what effect would it have?It's a pity for the head teacher's sense of responsibility, and it's a pity for a good teacher to meet such a student in his teaching career.

Teacher, what would he think in his heart?What would you say to others?Yu Qiuliang lowered his eyelids again, he didn't want to look up to see the teacher's expression.Song Ciran's avoidance of the important and his self-deception, all of which overemphasize the advantages and cover up the shortcomings, but no matter whether they cover up or not, the shortcomings still exist, and they will always be there, because their existence is a fact.

Sure enough, the get out of class bell rang once, the bell rang again for dinner, and the students all dispersed. The head teacher walked to Yu Qiuliang's side, reached out and knocked on his desktop, signaling him to follow him outside.Yu Qiuliang sighed in resignation, but the teacher didn't hear it, only Song Ciran could see the helplessness hidden in his eyes.It's useless to be helpless, being helpless means that no one can do anything about it, if there is a way, Yu Qiuliang won't be so helpless.Although he resisted in every possible way, he still wanted to go out with the head teacher and stand in the dark corridor.

Yu Qiuliang has always suspected that the school spent all its funds on printing papers, because the lights in the corridor often go out, and once they go out, they go out for nearly a week.After finally changing the light bulb, it broke out inexplicably not long after, and the entire corridor returned to night, never seeing daylight.

But the darkness is an excellent camouflage. Standing in the darkness, Yu Qiuliang doesn't need to spend too much time controlling his expression so that he doesn't look so indifferent. He just needs to lower his head and listen to the other person's speech quietly.The class teacher has seen many students who like to lower their heads. He is quite gentle and did not order the students to look up at him, so Yu Qiuliang stole the short-term relief.He lowered his head and stared at the floor under his feet. The patterns on the floor looked like ancient fossils, hidden among the cold rocks.Older things are more mysterious, so younger things are easier to see through at a glance?

It stands to reason so.But the head teacher couldn't understand Yu Qiuliang.He looked at the top of the student's hair, the overly long hair hanging down softly and smoothly, as if their owner was also very docile.Yu Qiuliang has absolutely nothing to do with meekness, his presumptuousness is hard to describe in words, but at this moment, looking at his appearance, the reprimand and scolding prepared by the head teacher suddenly disappeared without a trace.Teaching and educating people is very difficult, because you never know what kind of students you will meet.Mature and immature need to communicate with them in different ways; those who like to move and those who like to be quiet need to be assigned different responsibilities; On the right path... And these many theories are too simple, and none of them fit Qiu Liang's situation.

In him, maturity and childishness are mixed.It would be too much to treat him as an adult, but if you regard him as an ordinary child, he is not an ordinary child.In addition, no one can tell whether he likes to be active or quiet, whether he loves to learn or loves to play.All his actions seem to depend on his mood that day, on his own preferences.When I'm in a good mood, I get up and listen to a few classes; when I'm in a bad mood, I sleep on my desk.But he still seems to have some conscience in his heart. At least in the class of the head teacher, he is always awake and never dozes off.

The third year of high school is a critical period. At this stage, students are basically getting finalized.The teacher in charge was very pleased to see that Song Ciran was at the top of the list and never fell behind, but when he saw the individual ranking of each subject, he began to worry about the students who were partial to the subject.Yu Qiuliang's biggest problem is partial subjects. If his mathematics is good enough, then he will definitely be able to compete with Song Ciran for the number one spot. hanging.

The teacher in charge moved his lips, and finally said, "Is it that difficult to pass the math test?"

Math again!God damn math!Yu Qiuliang tried his best to restrain the urge to roll his eyes, it was impolite to do this in front of the head teacher.He thought that in this monthly exam, his math must have turned over again. Who knows which pervert came up with the question, and he couldn't even get rid of it.He was about to yell at one teacher, but only a fool would do such a thing to one teacher, so he swallowed his saliva and whispered, "No."

"Listen to the lectures more will be enough." After the class teacher finished speaking, he felt amused.If Yu Qiuliang was really willing to listen, then he wouldn't go his own way under the teacher's repeated reminders.No matter how many times I inspected the back door of the class in math class, I could see Yu Qiuliang sleeping wearing earplugs and an eye mask. There were also two huge watery eyes painted on the eye mask, which was very scary at first glance.

This method is obviously not feasible, and he has to present the facts and let him weigh the pros and cons by himself.The head teacher took out his mobile phone and counted in front of Yu Qiuliang: "Two hundred and six in comprehensive literature, one hundred and three in Chinese, one hundred and two in English, add up to five hundred and one, and count math, it's almost five hundred and three. What do you think of this The score is not bad, and you can get into a good school, but what if something goes wrong and you don’t do well in the other subjects? Do the math yourself, how many points can you pull down?”

Yu Qiuliang has always believed that as long as the knowledge is really learned, there is no such thing as whether it can be used well or not.Moreover, he feels that the college entrance examination is just another place to take the exam. He is dead anyway, and he doesn't care where he will go after the college entrance examination. Even if he really does not perform well, what effect will it have on him?

But he is used to doing one thing in person and another in another's back, and he never says what is on his mind.He laughed embarrassingly, and replied slightly perfunctorily: "Teacher, I know, I must study math hard."

Just talking about it, I will go to sleep again tomorrow after math class.The head teacher looked at him with some disapproval, but he didn't say anything more.

"Okay, let's go eat." The teacher in charge sighed and let the troublesome student go.God knows how much he regrets Qiu Liang's math grades!A good child, I don't know why it became like this.

Do you want to invite the parents over for a private talk?In an instant, this idea passed through the head teacher's mind.Standing in front of the desk, he thought for a while, but finally gave up.

Yu Qiuliang didn't know that he had just escaped a catastrophe. If he wanted to invite his parents to talk, he could only find Yu Xiasheng.Since he lived alone at home, he seldom contacted his family. The so-called parents are actually dispensable.He is his own parent, he is his own guardian.

"What did Brother Yan tell you again?" Not long after returning to the classroom, Song Ciran leaned over and winked, "Did you praise me to you and ask you to learn more from me?"

"Fart you, don't put gold on your face." Yu Qiuliang scolded, "He told me to stop playing with you, saying that you just stay here all day long, it's not serious."

"You can't spread rumors, you!" Song Ciran suddenly raised his voice, "What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment, slandering others out of thin air, destroying people's innocence!"

When he said this, he habitually touched Yu Qiuliang's neck to tickle him.This trick really worked, Yu Qiuliang couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and opened his hand with a smile: "Keep the salty pig's hand away."

"You quack like a duck when you laugh." Song Ciran chuckled, but he didn't know that he was more like a duck.

The two of them are at the same table, they look like two mental patients, who laughs louder in a competition here.After a long time, Yu Qiuliang reluctantly stopped, and his smile gradually dissipated, but at this moment, Song Ciran suddenly let out another pig cry.This sound almost ignited a firecracker, Yu Qiuliang covered his stomach and laughed like crazy, he felt that he was going to laugh himself to death in his seat tonight.

He couldn't help but think of the military training, they were training in a certain military academy at the foot of the mountain.After lining up at that time, Song Ciran stood in front of him, whispering a lot of gossip with him during the break, ranging from the universe to the individual, and the friendship quickly fermented between sentences.In September in this city, the weather is occasionally abnormal. In the year of military training in the first year of high school, hailstones were extremely rare.And even if there was a hailstorm, the instructors refused to let them go, and let them continue training in the hallway of the dormitory.

"You, do you still remember that time in the military training in the first year of high school..." Yu Qiuliang laughed so hard that he was about to die, but he still wanted to talk, "One time when you stood in a military posture in the dormitory, you stood in front of me, and suddenly you looked at me like a madman. The instructor started laughing..."

"You laughed that time too, why just say I was laughing!" Song Ciran thumped the table, his posture was like a savage gorilla.

Laughing until my stomach hurts, I have to take it easy.Yu Qiuliang took a breath, rubbed his sore and swollen abdomen, and continued: "I saw you smiling, and I wanted to laugh too; the instructor asked you what you were laughing at, but you said you didn't know; he came to the back again and asked What am I laughing at, I said I saw you laughing."

"Stupid." Song Ciran made a series of rattling sounds.I don't know who he is calling this idiot.

Yu Qiuliang wiped his face, pressed his stiff muscles, and held back his laughter.He didn't dare to laugh any more, if he kept on laughing, he was afraid that the two of them would not even be able to go to evening self-study, and both of them would be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Extreme joy produces sorrow, and sweetness produces bitterness. We must keep these principles in mind.Yu Qiuliang stopped laughing, he suddenly remembered that he was already dead, but Song Ciran didn't know.

So what if Song Ciran knows?Overwhelmed water is hard to recover, and no one has the magic skill to travel through time.

But Yu Qiuliang still felt a little pity.If he dies like this, even if he can still grow now, it will still stop growing.His time is frozen, but Song Ciran's time is still running, which means that sooner or later, he will watch his friend grow old and finally go into the grave.And the most frightening thing is that after graduating from high school, they may not be able to see each other again. Sooner or later, they will never see each other again.After more than ten or twenty years or thirty years, Song Ciran is old, but his appearance is still young-by then, if they meet again, Song Ciran will see that he still looks the same How are you feeling?

Tonight's self-study is Song Ciran's parents on duty, he walked with his parents, Yu Qiuliang ran out of the school gate alone before him.There was no familiar figure at the door. Yu Xiasheng was always busy these days, maybe he was busy with work, or he might be busy meddling in other people's affairs.Until now, Yu Qiuliang has never inquired about where Yu Xiasheng works. He always feels that dead people cannot go to work, and Yu Xiasheng, an old ghost, even if he wants to find a job, he can only reconcile the relationship between the neighbors and appease those nonsense Gossipy wife or mother-in-law.

The street lamp on this road was broken again, there was no light, Yu Qiuliang squinted his eyes, and walked around the depression under his feet in the hazy moonlight.He was walking this way when he was in elementary school, and he went in the opposite direction in junior high school. He thought he could go to a farther place in high school, but he came here again.He stepped on those broken bricks, feeling unrealistic.In the blink of an eye, he has grown from seven years old to 17 years old. I don't know where he will be and which way he will go when he is 27 years old?

A black figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and Yu Qiuliang stopped in his tracks.The street lamp above the head suddenly flickered and turned on, illuminating the area under the lamp as bright as day.Yu Qiuliang let out a soft "Huh", and he vaguely recognized who the person in front was.

The iconic floral pants, the iconic afro.This kid used to live near the school, what is he going to do here?

One more thing is worse than one less thing, Yu Qiuliang is too lazy to care about that bastard.Maybe this person is just full of food, standing in the street thinking about life.Seeing that there was no car now, he planned to cross the road and take the path on the other side, but the person in front suddenly yelled and came over and grabbed his schoolbag strap.

"Are you sick?" Yu Qiuliang didn't expect that this little bastard came to block him, so he wanted to reward him with a punch on the spot.But when he saw the shiny studs on his junior's ears, he put down his hands again.These earrings look very hard, and it will be bad if you scratch your hands.

"What are you doing, want to fight?" Yu Qiuliang looked down at the other party, using the height difference of a few centimeters to create a forceful aura, "I warn you, the students in the first and second grades are looking for trouble for the graduating class, and the school will definitely protect the graduates." born."

He was telling the truth, but the gangster certainly didn't care about it.The little bastard shook his head, and said braggingly, "I said you beat someone, what can you do?"

"How long have you been released? I beat you? Do you think they will believe it?" Yu Qiuliang couldn't laugh or cry.He finally understood that the IQ of underage gangsters is usually very low.

But that's okay, if they have a high IQ, it's a problem.

Yu Qiuliang pondered for a moment, and was about to lift his leg when he suddenly heard Yu Xiasheng's voice from behind: "What are you doing?"

"Brother." Yu Qiuliang turned his head and grabbed the little gangster's collar with his backhand, "He hit me."