sanguine and depressive

On the morning of the third day, we planted red beans on the field weeded yesterday.With a hoe on his shoulder, Wang Dong stood on the ridge with a naive smile, showing a simplicity that did not belong to this age.Li Dan and other girls were standing there with water bottles, and he said beside him: "Red beans are born in the South..."

Li Xuyang was leaning on a hoe next to me: "Chunlai sent out some branches. What is he doing?"

I wiped off my sweat and watched Wei Chengyu spill all the beans in the field, but didn't make a sound.When I woke up today, I felt like I was drunk last night.But Wei Chengyu didn't seem to have any aversion to this kind of physical contact, so I started to get lucky and wondered if I could be a little more presumptuous, like Yan Baoting taught.

At noon the weather started to get gloomy. Li Xuyang practiced in the dormitory during his lunch break, saying that it would rain soon.Wei Chengyu began to write the rest of his Chinese composition, sitting on a small bench and leaning on the ladder, looking pensive.

""Remember a Setback", what is the setback?" He asked, "Lu Luoer, what did you write?"

I said, "I won't tell you."

I wrote about going to the park with my mother when I was a child. Everyone was jumping and jumping on the trampoline, but I stood there sadly and motionless.Because I am afraid that the trampoline will break holes because of jumping, and people will fall.

The trampoline was covered with a layer of nets, and many people stood outside the nets looking in. I was like a caged animal in a zoo, standing awkwardly and stiffly, accepting the baptism of people's eyes.

They whispered, all whispering, "This little boy can't do it."

Then I wrote that my mother didn't blame me for this, but stood with me outside the Internet and encouraged me to try bravely.Finally, I finally had a good afternoon bouncing and jumping on the trampoline.Since then, the trampoline incident has transformed into a spirit that pushes me to try new things...

The reason why I want to write such an ancient thing is nothing more than I guessed the intention of the composition title, which is about how to adjust my mentality when encountering setbacks, or how to finally overcome setbacks, so that the whole person is reborn and reaches a new realm. Things are more convenient for me to rewrite.

In fact, on that day, the willows and willows were close to each other, and the spring was beautiful. My mother took me to the park next to my house on a whim, and my heart floated happily with the sunny day.There is a very small children's playground in the center of the park. There is a trampoline in the playground. Seeing everyone jumping on it, I greedily said that I want to play too.

I regret it when I step on it.The dirt and stones on the ground can be seen through the net of the trampoline, the feet sink uncontrollably, the intertwined lines are thin and sparse, and the portrait is suspended in the air.I didn't dare to move my body, so I could only stand there blankly, watching the children jumping back and forth passing by my eyes, feeling the ground like undulating waves.My mother probably felt very shameless, and scolded me after she took me down, saying that I was timid and a waste of money.

Wei Chengyu said: "Then help me think about it, what setbacks have I encountered?"

I sat down and looked at the manuscript paper. The title was crooked "Remember a Setback". I was also curious if Wei Chengyu had any setbacks.After all, he seems to be a person who is very good at fighting, even his own father can fight back and forth.

Finally I said: "Then you make up a series, such as the paper bridge competition, your paper bridge was very poor at the beginning... Then after being instructed..." I said nonsense, "The person who can stand in a row will win the No. 1."

"Oh yes, I borrowed from the paper bridge with triangular structure in the class next door, and I happened to ask Wang Xuebin how to do it." He said, "But my Golden Bridge is also okay. No matter, I will write it first. Fortunately, I don’t need to write narrative essays since the second year of high school.”

"Wang Xuebin designed that bridge?" I asked.

"Yeah." Wei Chengyu said while writing the beginning, "It's too scary, and the grade is also the first in the grade. I don't know why I came to this school..."

"It's amazing." I admired it from the bottom of my heart, but I was also a little envious and sad.

It was starting to rain outside, and the sky was flaxen.Cheers came from several dormitories, and the one closest to me belonged to Li Xuyang. I felt as if I had been sucked into a wet sea of ​​joy.

The sudden torrential rain in summer was extremely heavy at the beginning.The world is filled with the sound of dripping water, the glass windows are mottled, and the raindrops are like chasing tears.I was touched by the scene again, thinking that when I was in junior high school, the seat was changed to the last row because of the communication between Bian Liang and the class teacher, and I was alone by the window, and I could see such a piece of glass even when it was raining.

After the love letter incident, at the beginning of physical education class, black hands would appear from the side and push me.

Finally, once, I stood on the edge of the steps and was pushed directly down.The moment I fell, I felt that I had edges and corners. This was peeling the skin and removing the flesh, which was very painful.In the end I sprained my foot, and my knee was scraped and oozing red blood, which seemed to be blooming when it came out.

The teacher in the clinic was surprised how I fell like this. When he helped me back to the classroom, he asked everyone present what happened in the physical education class.

They had the same caliber and said they didn't know how I fell.I felt that telling the truth might not be able to save me, so I simply acquiesced to this statement.

But after this battle, the students didn't dare to do anything to me directly, because if they didn't handle it well, it would be easy for the teacher to find out, which was a blessing in disguise.

Therefore, most of them are isolation and verbal attacks.Isolation is simpler, just having no one to play with.When I was in physical education class, when the teacher said "disband", someone would be in charge of detaining me in the equipment room.

Verbal violence means they would call me "dead gay".Those who call me that way are all boys, and brother Mian is the leader.The rest of the words will not be repeated.

Unfortunately, because of this, I am more sure that I am gay, because during that time before going to bed, I often fantasize about a prince who can save me and hug me, and I can feel a deep sense of security and happiness.But of course no prince of that kind appeared, not even in the dream.

In "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", Mizoguchi was squeezed out by fellow teenagers because of stuttering, and said, "Lonely is getting fatter and fatter, just like a pig."

I feel that I am also raising such a pig, using my vigor and spirit.

I sat on the small bench, watched the heavy rain outside the corridor, smelled the moisture of the sad water, and felt that pig was attacking me again.

In the next second, someone grabbed my bench again, I stepped back, and heard Wei Chengyu say, "It's too boring, come here, let's have some fun."

Wei Chengyu said he wanted to play cards, but Xuenong was not allowed to bring cards. He took out a notebook from the suitcase, tore up a few sheets of paper and said, "It's simple... come, come, one person is responsible for a suit."

So the four of us started cutting paper and drawing, and each of us took a black pen to mark.

Wei Chengyu collected playing cards of different suits and styles—I drew hearts, and then wrote numbers in the corners like ordinary playing cards, both upside down and upside down.Li Xuyang wrote "Peach A" and "Peach 2" in the corner, while the other two roughly wrote a huge "square A" or "grass 5" in the middle of the paper, which looked uncivilized.

Wei Chengyu was about to shuffle the cards, and I reminded: "There are still big and small kings."

"Oh yes." He was reminded by me and quickly cut two more sheets of paper. I leaned over to observe and saw that he had written the exact same "Joker". I asked, "How do you tell the difference?"

He said: "Don't worry, it's not finished yet." He sketched a picture on one of the pictures again, and I looked at it and thought it looked familiar, and finally found out that it was a penguin, still saluting.

"Okay!" He capped his pen, "The one with the little penguin saluting is the king!"

Unexpectedly, in the middle of a game, Yu was notified to stop the assembly.Wei Chengyu squeezed his cards sadly: "Damn it, the penguin I've held on to for so long, I didn't use it in the end—"

It was always funny how he slumped, so once again I forgot the sudden sadness and laughed along with it.

The last night of studying agriculture is a theatrical performance.Wei Chengyu and Wang Xuebin wore camouflage uniforms and stood on stage to host the show. The audience was noisy, and the teachers and instructors who followed were also very tolerant, some were chatting and some were taking pictures.

Those who could sing and dance volunteered to perform, and Wang Dong sang "Little Lucky", affectionate but out of tune.Li Xuyang and Liu Fan served as the atmosphere group below, and said in a very intoxicated voice: "You are so handsome——I love you——" But it really didn't sound very good.

I also had no choice but to bite the bullet and applaud vigorously. By the way, I turned my head to look at Li Dan, and found that she was sharing pocky with Wang Xuebin, and she was not in the stands at all.I seem to have predicted the ending of that love rose.

After a round of performances, the atmosphere of the audience reached its peak.Wei Chengyu stood on the small stage as usual as the host of the show, and the spotlight hit him, making his facial features extra three-dimensional. He smiled as a standard host: "There are still classmates..." There are classmates who are willing to come up Are you playing tricks?

Li Xuyang made a trumpet shape with his hands, and shouted: "Brother Wei, here's one—"

The rest of the people didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and immediately followed "Come one—come one—" For a while, everyone who knew or didn't know Wei Chengyu all started booing.Even the dean smiled and clapped his hands in the audience, signaling him to perform one.

Wei Chengyu also had a rare moment of embarrassment, his smile obviously became restrained, he touched his nose, then took a few steps to the backstage to say a few words, and stood back in the middle of the stage after a while.

In the cheers that surged again, he said: "I give you a piece of "Today"."

An unfamiliar melody sounded in the stereo, and the first lyrics were displayed on the two side screens. The cheers gradually died down. Wei Chengyu raised the microphone and sang the first lyrics.

【If things don’t go well today, today’s problems are endless...】

Before the singing was over, the crowd erupted with even more intense feedback.Li Xuyang turned around, grabbed my shoulders with both hands, and shook frantically: "Oh, my God of Songs——"

I was dizzy from being shaken, sitting with my knees hugged, and staring blankly at the radiant Wei Chengyu on the stage. He was very different from usual. He was always lazy when he was in school, and occasionally funny. Now he is on the high platform, under the lights Shining brightly, like a shiny bow.But a few meters away, I feel out of touch because of this.

[Look up, believe that if you love you, you can fly, if you dare to hand over you, you will create a legend,

Changing life is inevitable, but no one can drive love to part...]

At this time, Wei Chengyu's eyes that were looking far away suddenly came back, as if he was looking for something.

Soon he found the target, strange, how did he find it in such a dark place, is he an owl?After Wei Chengyu found us, he laughed and almost failed. The next second he sang:

[Look up, the darkness will be the dawn, there is always a turning point with optimism, cherish today, every time I gaze at you, the one I love...]

【I seem to be able to fly...】

Probably shouldn't have laughed, but he couldn't hold back anymore, and licked his lips embarrassingly during the music break.

Our eyes met, he looked energetic and willful, with a smile in his eyes, watching me sing the last sentence.

"...Your eyes lead me away."

In the aftertaste of the music, everyone was applauding and cheering, and Li Xuyang shouted excitedly beside him: "God of song—I love you——"

I buried my head deeply, my eye sockets were hot and moist uncontrollably.At this moment, greed finally swallowed me up, but there was nothing I could do.Why did you sing to me? It's just me being sentimental.

Is it like you sing, there is always a turning point with optimism?

Then I will try my best to be optimistic, do you like me?I'm chasing you, okay?

It's a pity that this moment is so gorgeous that no one will respond to my small thoughts and emotions.

The author says:

I recommend Eason Chan's "Today", a Cantonese song.Comrade Wei Chengyu doesn't know Cantonese, he just listens to it too much, but when the atmosphere is in place, no one cares about it.

Great, this is a chapter I like very much, and the next chapter, Xuenong, will be the end.But the day is going to break my promise, I will rest here for 1-2 days, because the key plot will need to be carefully revised later, it is very important for the advancement of emotions [um.jpg]