Infatuation is the most boring

Liucheng is a small eighteenth-tier city with a small population and poor economic development. It is difficult for young people with higher education to find a decent job here.It is destined to be a small city with a strong sense of the market, and the most heard every morning are the calls for selling soy milk fried dough sticks and Chinese cabbage, one after another, it seems that they must overwhelm each other.

That is my hometown, and I am a native of Liucheng.

In the summer of the first year of high school, I was admitted to a high school in Liucheng, Minyu High School.The reputation of Minyu High School in Liucheng is excellent, the school spirit is strict, and the teaching director personally checks the attendance at the school gate every day. I was very scared by the battle on the first day I went to school, and immediately put away my small thoughts. .

In the first class of school, I met Lin Qingyi, my class teacher for three years in high school.

Lin Qingyi was only 24 years old that year, a talented student who had just graduated from the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. After graduation, he returned to his hometown of Liucheng and became an English teacher.The first time I saw Lin Qingyi, he carried the English textbook onto the podium, he was wearing a dark brown T-shirt, and when he smiled, there was warmth in his eyes.

Lin Qingyi couldn't be bothered to adjust the position, so he ranked randomly according to his student number. I am No.17, sitting at the third table in the second row, and my deskmate didn't come to report today.

Lin Qingyi looked at the empty seat next to me, and said, "I'll go back and contact this student, I'll take a look, NO.18, Zhou Mingkai..."

When I heard the name Zhou Mingkai, my mind flashed, this name is very ordinary.

Lin Qingyi did not teach a new class in the first class, but told us some learning methods, and also talked about some well-known universities at home and abroad, probably to motivate us.I was bored, so I took the lead in singing against him and deliberately interrupting him.

I asked him: "Teacher, why do you teach English as an art student? Is it because you can't draw enough?"

Lin Qingyi just smiled lightly, and said very playfully, "Because the teacher is all-rounder."

I dare to swear to God, at that time, I had absolutely no malice towards Lin Qingyi, and even had a good impression of him.

Today, 11 years later, Xu Jiayang, who has become a lonely ghost, still doesn't want to let Lin Qingyi go.

However, 16-year-old Xu Jiayang really worships Lin Qingyi as a teacher. He never imagined that this man who always speaks with a smile will directly and indirectly destroy my life. people.

When school was over, I didn't even take the new textbooks, and I left the classroom after shaking my hair specially cut for the new semester.My home is not far from Minyu, half an hour's walk and 10 minutes by bicycle. Because of the fight last time, my bicycle was dismantled by my mother and sold as scrap iron, so I had to walk back.

In the first year of high school, I spent my life squatting.

Even walking on the way home, I imagined that I was the male protagonist in a novel for young girls, and tried to control my expression to be a little more serious, but at this moment, a bicycle hit me as if I had no eyes.

My sternness was gone, and in order to avoid it, I threw myself on the camphor tree, which made my nose hurt. When I wiped it, my nose bleeds.

I had already planned in my heart to beat this eyeless bastard into a third-level cripple, but when I turned around, a fair face approached me, saying sorry, and took out a tissue to wipe my nosebleed.

He didn't wear glasses at that time, his eyes were very clear, as if there was a starry sky inside.

At that time, my first thought was that this paper towel smelled like green tea.

The second thought was, this guy is so fucking good looking.

This is Zhou Mingkai.

My nose was so painful that I gasped. Seeing Zhou Mingkai wipe my nosebleed, and my index finger was also stained with blood, I didn't know why I felt embarrassed.

"Shall I take you to the hospital?" He found that the nosebleed was unstoppable, and said, "I just came to Liucheng and I'm not familiar with it. Do you know where the hospital is?"

I could tell by his accent, the people from Liucheng spoke with an obvious accent, and there was no tongue-twisting in the whole article, and this man's Mandarin was very standard.

"Let's go to the hospital," he said as he put his bicycle in the temporary parking space next to the sidewalk, looking at me with a nosebleed but distracted, maybe thinking in his mind that he might have bumped into a fool.

I don't admit that I was deceived by the other person's good skin, and told myself that I just think it's a shame to bump myself into a camphor tree to hide from a bicycle, so I don't want to go to the hospital, definitely not for Make a good impression on the other person.

"I'm fine," I stuffed a tissue into my nose to temporarily block the nosebleed, and said, "There's no need to go to the hospital, man, this is a minor injury!"

Zhou Mingkai was a little worried, "Is there really no need to go to the hospital?"

I nodded and said, "It's okay, let's make friends! I, Xu Jiayang, used to be the little devil king of Seventh Middle School, and I'm going to harm Minyu High School in the future."

He was amused by me, and when he heard about Min Yu, he said, "I'm also from Min Yu, Zhou Mingkai."

The name sounds a little familiar.

I didn't realize it at the time, so I wiped the blood on my hands with a tissue, threw it into the trash can next to me, and said to him, "Coincidental! Come on, add a WeChat account!"

I exchanged WeChat messages with Zhou Mingkai, and I was satisfied. He said, "If you have a bad nose after you go back, please contact me."

Good-looking and sensible!

I smiled and said yes.

On the way home, while touching my nose and thinking about Zhou Mingkai's face, I laughed unconsciously.

I didn't know what love was at that time, and I didn't know until many years later. I liked Zhou Mingkai from the first moment I saw him, and I put this person in my heart without any precautions.

When I got home, my mother was already back. She is the head nurse of the People's Hospital, and she is very busy with work. Usually, she is not there when I go home. This time I was quite surprised.

"Is it fighting again?" My mother got angry when she saw that toilet paper was still stuffed in my nose, blocking the door as if I couldn't say a reason and wouldn't let me in.

Let me tell the truth, but the way I bumped into it was too difficult, my mother snorted coldly, "Who are you? Xu Jiayang, why don't you go to heaven, I can't cure you, can you? Believe it or not, I will tell your dad!"

I'm scared, and I'm afraid of my dad, because my dad never hits me. When I was young, my mom beat me all over the house. My dad always stopped her and told her not to beat the child, but I was still afraid of him.

Because my dad pays attention to the education of stream of consciousness.

That is to say.

I don't even know where he, a well-known painter, used all the vocabulary he learned to educate me, but he still made me a little devil who made my neighbors have headaches.

My mother finally let me into the house, but she didn't believe my words in the end, so she called my father who was collecting music in the country on the phone, and prepared to sing a good face and a bad face. Come educate me.

At dinner, I moved my chopsticks tremblingly. My mother kept staring at me, and my father began to reason with me. The general content was that if I was so lawless, someone would punish me sooner or later. If I didn’t study hard, I would definitely fail the exam. University of God.

I was very wronged, because this time I was really wronged.

I was chanted until after twelve o'clock that night, and I finally couldn't help but open my mouth. I first poured a glass of water for my dad and said, "Old Comrade Xu, great painter Xu, I really didn't lie this time! I swear! You Let me go, wash up and go to bed, your son has class tomorrow!"

My dad was probably tired too, so he let me go back to my room to sleep.

At that time, I was particularly annoyed by my mother's violent suppression, and I was also very annoyed by my father's nagging. It was not until many years later that I realized that what I hated the most at that time became what I missed the most in my life, and I couldn't go back the most.

I didn't even dare to recall the happiest years of my family of three these years, because the rupture was too embarrassing. Every time I recall it, my heart hurts and I hate more.

The next day, my dad drove me to school in person, sent me to the school gate, and then reminded me that I will be a high school student in the future and I should not play too much. When I entered the school and turned around, he was still standing there looking at me back.

As soon as I entered the class, I was happy to see my deskmate coming.

It's Zhou Mingkai.

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, you, it's such a coincidence that if you don't become brothers, you'll be sorry for the fate between us!"

He also smiled and asked, "Is your nose okay?"

I laughed, "It's okay, I'm a person with top-notch self-healing ability, what's wrong with a little nosebleed, look, I'm No. 17 and you No. 18. Where in life do we not meet each other!"

He just smiled, and I patted myself on the head and said, "Look at my memory! I felt familiar when I heard your name yesterday. Teacher Lin said it, NO. 18 Zhou Mingkai! Why didn't I realize it! "

"Okay, okay, class will start soon," Zhou Mingkai reminded me.

I sat down, and next to me was Zhou Mingkai. We hadn’t come to school uniforms yet, we were all wearing our own clothes. Zhou Mingkai was very neat in his white T-shirt. My mood improved and my nose didn’t hurt anymore. .

The first class was a Chinese class. The representative of the Chinese class was a somewhat shy girl named Wang Chaoqing. She could read a romance novel from a textbook, which gave me a headache.

After class, I would pull Zhou Mingkai to chat, as if we had known each other for a long time and were very good friends, but at that time, I made up my mind to be good friends with Zhou Mingkai.

Or, more than just good friends.

I want to be very close to him, close enough to see myself in his eyes.

The second class is Lin Qingyi's English class. My English has always been poor, so bad that people and gods are angry at each other, so as soon as English comes to my mind, my thoughts drift away.

But Zhou Mingkai listened very carefully, taking notes while listening, and followed Lin Qingyi to read those awkward words. I think he read better than Lin Qingyi.

After class, Zhou Mingkai said, "I didn't expect the English teacher here to pronounce so standard."

I said: "We Liucheng is full of talents, isn't it good, and Mr. Lin is an art major, isn't it amazing?"

Zhou Mingkai said, "It's amazing."

I had a sense of pride at that time.

At that time, every day at noon, the students of Minyu High School did not go home for lunch. Whether they were boarding students or day students, they all ate in the school cafeteria.At that time, my family was in good condition. My father was a well-known painter, and a piece of work was equivalent to a month's salary of other people's family, while my mother's salary as a head nurse in the hospital was stable and considerable.

So, if I don't want to be crowded in the school cafeteria, I go to the food street outside the school to find a restaurant or noodle shop.

After class at noon, I dragged Zhou Mingkai to a restaurant I discovered yesterday, because the braised eggplant in this restaurant was so delicious, I fell in love with it once I ate it, and I insisted that Zhou Mingkai accompany me to eat.

Zhou Mingkai may also be the first time I met someone who treated him as a good brother on the second day of my acquaintance. He really couldn't match my enthusiasm, so he huddled with me in that small restaurant.

The small restaurant has a very literary name, called Old Times.

Zhou Mingkai eats slowly, he doesn't eat like me, but we finish the meal together, he eats slowly, but I eat a lot!

I was secretly delighted at that time, we even had a meal together.