When He Smiles

The voice was near, and she just raised her eyes to look over.

The boy's blue school uniform and short-sleeved jeans, with a messy hairstyle, glanced at her casually, then moved away indifferently and walked away sideways. She seemed to be stunned, just standing there, listening to the thumping sound of him stepping on the stairs, dull and messy, and she couldn't suppress her heartbeat for a while.

"Meng Shengnan?" The old wet in the office called her.

The girl then walked in with a heavy footstep, and Lao Shi handed her a stack of English mock questions saying that she would post it for her late self-study and collect it after school. Later, I didn't hear anything clearly, just listened to a few teachers at the desk next door chatting.

"That boy caused trouble again?"

"No, someone reported that he was fighting with someone in the morning."

"Now this child can't control it, the teacher can't help it, and parents still care about it."

"He is a single-parent family." The female teacher sighed.

"No wonder."

Meng Shengnan didn't know why it was so depressed that afternoon and couldn't get enough energy. Zhou Chuanxiong’s album released in 2000 was shown on the broadcast of the evening repair school. He still remembers the sadness that slipped from your eyes when he sang, and there was an illusion of tears and burns in the warmth. The tone is too sad and softly low.

"What's the name of this song?" Xue Lin asked in the classroom.

"dusk."

"Just say why you are so familiar, who is it that sang it?"

"Zhou Chuanxiong." Meng Shengnan said.

"Yes, it's him." Xue Lin smiled, "Hey, Meng Shengnan, do you like his songs?"

"I like everything that sounds good."

Xue Lin was still laughing: "Me too, I like Zhang Xinzhe's faith the most."

As soon as the voice landed, the self-study bell rang. There is a new official in the class who specializes in singing songs. He is a boy with a fanatic hobby. After preparing the bell, he started to sing, "All the honors of yesterday have become distant memories". The whole class sang sparsely.

Xue Lin smacked her lips: "Play this song every time."

Nie Jing came back from the outside endorsement and heard a smile: "How about we sing Sailor?"

In the singing, Xue Lin’s voice was impersonated and impersonated in Liu Huan’s re-emergence: “The bitter sand, the feeling of blowing a painful face. Like a father’s scolding mother’s crying, it’s never forgotten...”

Meng Shengnan smiled, the gloom of the afternoon seemed to be slowly dissipating at this time. The self-study at night was too wet, everyone consciously immersed themselves in doing English test papers, and almost no one whispered. Until school was over, everyone left after she had collected the papers.

Xue Lin stretched her waist and greeted her goodbye. She was about to leave, and Nie Jing held her.

"what's happenin?"

"You help me ask him a question." The girl's voice was very low.

Meng Shengnan was puzzled: "Who?"

Nie Jing pointed to Fu Song.

Meng Shengnan wanted to ask her why she didn't ask, and then swallowed again. Then he took the double-speed workbook in Nie Jing's hand, glanced at Fu Song who was doing 5.3 seriously, and walked over.

"Tell me a question."

The boy slowly raised his head and looked at her: "Let me see."

She handed over the book.

After a while, Fu Song asked her, "Why don't you understand?"

Meng Shengnan made a mess, and Fu Song frowned: "You can't do that?"

She was speechless for a while, turned her head to look for Nie Jing, but she didn't know when she hadn't seen her. Meng Shengnan curled his lips, took the book from Fu Song, and said that he had made a mistake. Fu Song didn't speak, and bowed his head to do physics again. Meng Shengnan walked to the door and looked over again. The boys were still doing the questions.

He is a boy who is going to the University of Science and Technology of China, Meng Shengnan thought.

In those few days, preparations for the sports meet, the whole school was full of enthusiasm. Looking down from the railing outside the classroom in the next get out of class, the small playground is full of students, men and women, wearing blue and white school uniforms, smiling.

Meng Shengnan wants to practice long jump and does not go home at noon. Qi Qiao always waited for her to finish dinner together in the science department and then went back to the classroom for a while. At that time, Song Jiashu was busy building his own band and skipped class almost every day. Qi Qiao complained that Song Jiashu would not let her go, Meng Shengnan smiled.

On the first Saturday of the month, the ceremony took her to the mall to buy a Walkman.

"I think the repeater is very easy to use." Meng Shengnan said.

The ceremony took a white Sony: "Isn't it popular now, convenient."

Meng Shengnan looked closer.

The ceremony handed her, "Do you like this?"

"It's okay, a bit expensive."

The ceremony rolled his eyes: "Spend my money, what do you feel bad about."

Meng Shengnan: "..."

The shopping guide smiled and handed the ceremony to the white portable music box. People come and go in the mall, and the music loops endlessly. The ceremony said: "In the future, you can download whatever you want to listen to, and use it as you like, so you don't have to go to the audiovisual store to buy tapes."

Meng Shengnan curled his lips: "Why are you suddenly buying this for me?"

"A teacher in our office bought one for his son. I think it's good."

"Oh."

Someone not far away was named Meng Shengnan, and she and Shengdian turned their heads over.

"Teacher Chen."

Meng Shengnan said hello, and Chen Si approached: "Meet again."

The ceremony laughed: "No, you are walking alone?"

Chen Si said ‘um’.

"That's boring, let your son accompany you on Sundays."

Chen Si reluctantly shook his head: "He has his own business and he doesn't care about it. The child is old. It is still Sheng Nan, and he will go shopping with you."

Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed.

The two adults chatted with each other, and Meng Shengnan took the opportunity to sneak out and stand next to the railing on the second floor and look down. After a while, Chen Si left. The ceremony continued with her and said: "It's not easy for you, Teacher Chen."

Meng Shengnan asked what happened.

The ceremony shook his head: "It seems that my husband is gone in his thirties, and he has been dependent on his son for life."

"Why don't you find one again?"

"Who knows this."

When she got home that night, she searched a lot of songs from the Internet and downloaded it to her Walkman. The second on the search engine song list is the rainy season at the age of seventeen. Lin Zhiying sings "The rainy season at the age of seventeen, we have the same expectation." Meng Shengnan has heard it too many times. He is the idol that Qi Qiao has liked for many years. The girls' room is full of his poster albums. Meng Shengnan glanced back at his small room, which was full of books. The repeater was placed in the second compartment of the bookshelf, next to Madame Bovary Faust.

I don't know when, youth has just arrived and is going away.

A few days later, in the English class on Tuesday, Lao Shi still had a few minutes to finish the class. After she said something about her studies and emphasized discipline, she brought up some matters about the recent sports meeting.

"Squad leader?"

The boy stood up, and the old wet asked: "It's been a few days, who is going to the girl in our class for 300 meters?"

There seemed to be a pause.

"Meng Shengnan." The boy said.

Almost instantly, all the students' eyes moved away. Xue Lin was even more surprised, and Fu Song stopped writing. Lao Shi walked down from the podium. The first or two sets of aisles were wide and long. Meng Shengnan felt that Lao Shi was walking fast.

"You go?" the woman asked.

Meng Shengnan was already dumbfounded at the time, and didn't know what was going on. He couldn't say a word for a while, and only saw the woman's mouth move one by one to explain the precautions and the focus of the game.

The bell rang, and the old wet walked away.

Xue Lin can finally ask: "When did you report it?"

Meng Shengnan just shook his head slowly.

Nie Jing glanced at her, "Is it all right?"

Meng Shengnan thought for a while, got up and got out of the seat. The classroom was noisy, she felt that she was too hot, and she rolled up her sleeves as she walked. At that time, the monitor had already walked out of the classroom, and she chased after him.

"I remember that I reported a long jump." She said every word.

The boy frowned: "Didn't you change it?"

"What changed?"

The boy said: "It was written on the note yesterday afternoon that you want to change 300 meters."

"Note?" Meng Shengnan became more confused as he heard it.

"I got a piece of paper on the desk when I came back from endorsement, saying you want to change it."

"Where's the note?"

"Throw it away yesterday."

Meng Shengnan was anxious: "Then why don't you ask me to confirm?"

The boy frowned and said in a low voice, "I thought you didn't like talking to me last time."

Meng Shengnan was stunned.

The boy paused and said, "I gave the registration form to the school sports department in the morning. Maybe...I can't change it."

Meng Shengnan's shoulders drooped suddenly, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "I see."

She turned and didn't take a few steps, the boy called her.

"Sorry."

Without turning his head, Meng Shengnan returned to the classroom in silence. Xue Lin asked what was going on, Meng Shengnan told the whole story. The girl was anxious, "Who did this wicked thing, then what does the monitor say now?"

"It can't be changed."

Xue Lin sat down on the chair discouragedly.

Fu Song looked up from the book: "Run and run. You don't really want to walk until you reach the finish line. Don't care about the time, just don't use it as a race."

"Then what?" Xue Lin asked.

Fu Song said: "A process."

Nie Jing whispered beside him: "Yes, Meng Shengnan, just do your best."

"friendship first, competition later."

Xue Lin patted her shoulder and spoke slowly.

The arm can't twist the thigh, and the list has been handed up. Meng Shengnan seemed to have no other way but to admit his fate, so he could only bite the bullet. Qi Qiao knew that he was so angry that he couldn't wait to dig the ground and dig out the trickster, but he was helpless. The old friend was tired on the side, and couldn't help with anything. Qi Qiao blamed himself for a long time, and was almost self-harm. A few days before the sports meeting, students who ran 300 meters do not have to go to the playground for self-study in the evening.

There are 29 classes in the arts and sciences in the second year of the school, and 29 girls ran 300 meters.

On the fourth day of the training camp, Meng Shengnan failed. She couldn't even finish a lap that night, let alone reach the mark. I was too tired and sat down on the playground. There were a few girls who were similar to her. After staying together for a few days, I realized that they were either the deputy monitor or the class representative, and they were pushed up when no one signed up.

She sat on the floor and listened to the girls chatting.

Some girls complained: "Do you think I will be the last one in the game that day?"

Several other girls kept laughing.

There is a very beautiful face with long hair, big eyes, cherry little mouth and awl face. He is very thin and sits with his legs crossed. He seems to be a member of the study of Wen (1). Meng Shengnan glanced at the girl more, she was very glorious and her voice was sweet. Something like that, like Li Yan, yes, like Li Yan.

"I think I can be the first, the last one." A girl said with a smile.

"It's good to be able to finish it," said the girl with a awl face.

"exactly."

The plastic playground has been exposed to the sun for a day, soft and warm. Meng Shengnan didn't speak much and kept listening. The girl with awl face looked over and smiled and asked her: "Why don't you speak?"

Meng Shengnan was taken aback, "Uh, it's okay."

"Which class are you in?"

"Wen (4)."

"What do you do?"

"Huh?" Meng Shengnan reacted instantly, "English class representative."

"Wow, you must learn English very well, right?"

"It's fine."

The girl with the awl face said: "My English is bad."

A girl laughed: "Let your boyfriend make up for you."

The girl smiled embarrassedly: "He is worse than me."

A group of people laughed and chatted about other topics. The dim light spread in this long night, and the street lights on the side of the runway shone down and spread in the depths. Meng Shengnan raised his head to look at the lamp, and the dust was shaking in the scattered light.

They disbanded almost late at the end of their self-study.

Meng Shengnan walked outside the playground and heard someone running behind him. She turned her head subconsciously, but at the moment of the action, she saw a figure appear at the end of her eyes. The awl face girl was running in that direction, laughing while running. The boy just stood there, behaved, and looked up. Although the direction of his eyes was not hers, Meng Shengnan turned his head to the other side nervously.

The memory was drawn to a few weeks ago when she passed by a small vendor in front of the school.

Two girls chatting.

"I heard that Chi Zheng changed his girlfriend?"

"The text (1)."

"What is your name?"

"Zhao Yourong."

On the playground, the two figures drifted away. Meng Shengnan walked very slowly and his sight was far away. The fragrant light fell, and the shadow grew longer. Riding a bicycle home at night, it was the central square again, and the chain fell off. She was pushing the car along the side of the street. The shops on both sides of the road hadn't closed yet, and there was still singing in one of the shops.

‘From now on, there is one more you in my world, and every day is a play. No matter how romantic or bizarre the plot is, this protagonist is you. From now on, there is one more you in my world, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy...’

Not knowing what was going on, Meng Shengnan burst into tears suddenly. She forgot the name of the song and asked Qi Qiao later.

"what is it call?"

"Rainbow." Qi Qiao said.