When He Smiles

During the seven-day National Day holiday, Meng Shengnan stayed at home except for two hours of guitar lessons the next day. The manuscript was written and deleted, and Shen Congwen Luyao's novels were read one by one. Qi Qiao didn't know where to go crazy with Song Jiashu for a long time.

In the morning, the ceremony sat in the living room and watched the drama of the Republic of China.

Meng Shengnan slipped out of the kitchen while biting on a cucumber and swept around.

"Mom, why did Dad go?"

The ceremony did not leave the TV screen: "Kang's family plays mahjong."

"so comfortable."

Ceremony: "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." Meng Shengnan chewed on the cucumber and said, "The manuscript will be delivered in more than a month. I am one of the first two adults."

The ceremony raised his head and said: "What inspiration can you have at home without going out to play. You must know that experience is the most precious asset of writing. You don't understand the truth of reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles?"

Meng Shengnan frowned, "I understand, but I'm in a dead end now."

The ceremony suppressed the TV sound and said: "Then think about it simply. You can write about people or things around you, and it doesn't have to be overwhelming. It is a good work to have resonance that can touch talents."

"mom."

"What are you doing?"

"That's how you teach your class to write essays?" Meng Shengnan asked.

The ceremony glanced at her, "One word."

"what?"

"true."

Meng Shengnan pondered the "true" character of the ceremony and went out and wandered to find the material. I have to say that she was still a little touched by the remarks of my mother just now. After all, the ceremony of teaching Chinese for 20 years in elementary school eats more salt than she walks.

However, it is better to go back and write a manuscript when you go shopping alone.

Meng Shengnan strolled around the street, went to the Xinhua Bookstore in the First Square to buy a few books, and met an acquaintance as soon as he paid the money and ran away.

"Meng Shengnan?"

She glanced at the boy: "Are you here to buy books too?"

Fu Song nodded: "What did you buy?"

Meng Shengnan handed him the book, and Fu Song took it and glanced at the cover: "Do you like foreign literature?"

"It's okay, I don't understand many of them."

Fu Song: "Then you still buy it?"

Meng Shengnan smiled: "I like to collect books, and you see how nice the cover is."

Fu Song: "Assuming that a person's life is sixty years old, and the working time is 13 years, and the remaining time except sleeping and eating is 17 years, then you really don't need to waste time reading these books that you don't understand. ."

Meng Shengnan: "..."

"Need me to say it again?"

Meng Shengnan pursed his lips and cleared his throat: "Philosophy Rat, do you have any hobbies?"

"Female."

"What?" Meng Shengnan didn't hear clearly.

Fu Song's mouth moved slightly: "I love women."

Meng Shengnan: "——Well, I won't bother you to read, see you at school." As soon as the voice fell, she hurriedly fled, she walked slowly, and this person was absolutely absent.

Fu Song at the door of the bookstore walked in with a smile.

The day before the holiday was accepted, Qi Qiao came to play with her. At that time, Meng Shengnan was leaning on the bedside looking at the obscure foreign famous Madame Bovary that was criticized by the philosophical rat as a waste of time and she read. Downstairs Qi Qiao yelled in a loud voice, and his voice came before anyone else.

Qi Qiao opened the door and entered her bedroom, covering her mouth exaggeratedly when she met.

Meng Shengnan put down the book and raised his eyes.

Qi Qiao squeezed her throat and pretended to have a strange tone.

"Auntie Sheng said you haven't gone out all the time, haven't you gotten mold?"

"Close the door and go out and change back to a human being before talking."

Meng Shengnan lowered his head and turned a page, and said solemnly.

Qi Qiao really closed the door, opened it a second later, and lay on the bed in big words, crying.

"It's over, Meng Shengnan is crazy."

Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: "It's fortunate that you can still think of me."

Qi Qiao smiled, and instantly got up and kicked off his shoes to get to Meng Shengnan's side, and said kindly: "Isn't this here, Nan Nan."

"Hiss——" Meng Shengnan pushed Qi Qiao away for half an inch: "I have goose bumps."

Qi Qiao sat down and started to be silly again.

Meng Shengnan felt that something was wrong and asked, "What are you always laughing at?"

Qi Qiao licked his lips: "——you guess first."

Meng Shengnan: "What did Song Jiashu do to you?"

Qi Qiao was instantly astonished: "How do you know?"

Meng Shengnan was really tired: "Don't say I'm your best friend when you go out in the future, it's too shameful."

Qi Qiao said hesitated and hesitated: "That—he—kissed me."

The last three words say the thief is fast.

Meng Shengnan was speechless for a while: "You won't be so happy, are you?"

"He still touched me."

Meng Shengnan was silent for several seconds before asking, "Where did you touch it?"

Qi Qiao didn't look at her, and said, "That's where you should touch."

Meng Shengnan really didn't know what to say, Qi Qiao suddenly changed her face and asked her hurriedly, "You said I would be pregnant?"

"what?"

"It's just giving birth."

"Should—no."

"No, no, you can check it out on the Internet."

At that time, I really didn't understand anything. At an unscrupulous age, I thought that a kiss would have to give birth to a child. What's more interesting is that when she was seven or eight years old, she was performing costume dramas every day on TV. Qi Qiao came to play with her when she was fine, and put her sheets on her hips: "Don't you kneel down for this princess? "

Meng Shengnan almost laughed.

Between laughter and laughter, the holiday is over. Meng Shengnan had a particularly long dream that night. After waking up, he couldn't remember anything and was sweating. She looked at the alarm clock in the dizzy sky, and her heart went dark.

Ruined.

At the speed of seconds, she quickly got up from the bed and dressed for a few minutes to wash. During the ceremony, Meng Jin was still asleep. Meng Shengnan pushed his bicycle out quietly, and then quickly rode out of the alley. There was almost no one on the street, and Meng Shengnan realized what the reason was. It wasn't until the carport that I saw the big iron gate of the closed uncle's house and then reacted-immediately looking down at the watch under the light on the side of the road, it was only half past five.

Oh my God.

No way, she could only push the bike aside and sit on the steps and wait.

It was so grey that I couldn't see clearly.

After five o'clock in the morning, it was the time when the cold was pressing. Meng Shengnan was wearing a sweater with a thin school uniform outside. When the wind came in from outside, she couldn't help shaking, clasping her arms with her hands, put her chin on her knees, and waited for the carport to open at six o'clock.

She wants to be buried.

A group of boys laughed and cursed vaguely in the distance.

"Hey, I said, the internet speed here is much faster than Tianming."

"——No way, no way, I played monsters all night last night, and I have to go to school to make up my sleep later."

"..."

They said nothing, four or five people. He curled his neck swiftly, each with a cigarette in his mouth, like an uncle. One of the boys asked: "What day is it today?"

"on Saturday?"

"Go away, raise the flag today!"

"Fuck!"

"I didn't bring school uniform."

She touched her clothes and felt the wind colder.

"Counseled?"

A boy grinned and spoke with contempt.

This voice made Meng Shengnan froze.

The despised boy sighed, "It's still Master Chi being calm."

"It's a big deal to be punished, as for you." Another boy said.

Early in the morning, there were only a few of them on the street, occupying half of the street, and walked over in a hurry. One by one they went to the Internet cafes all night to rush out at five or six o'clock, and they were all around the school.

After a while, I saw them turning to the school road, but no one was seen.

After finally waiting for the carport to open, Meng Shengnan set aside his bicycle and walked to the school. Walking and thinking that today seems to be her on duty, and there is no need to raise the national flag. There are also a few classmates who clean up in the classroom to work with her. During the half-hour when the flag was raised, she wiped the blackboard, wiped the table, and helped to fetch water. She was exhausted and sweating profusely. At that time, the flag raising was over, and there were already students coming back and forth in the corridors of the teaching building.

Meng Shengnan rested for a few minutes, and when the crowd became less tense, he took the trash can and left the classroom.

The garbage was piled behind the small playground, and she walked back after dumping it.

On the way, there are early students everywhere. Meng Shengnan quickened his pace and passed through the hall on the first floor of the science department. The morning wind was still quite cold. She lowered her head and just walked down the steps, but she contracted her neck subconsciously. A scene came in her sight, and she almost didn't fall.

A row of boys stood at the door of the classroom next to the hall, none of them in school uniforms.

The first one is him.

Leaning against the wall arrogantly, wilting.

See how you can't sleep, can an Internet cafe stay tired all night. Meng Shengnan pouted his lips and walked forward, not knowing what was wrong, and then looked back at the class: Li (10).

It's strange again, how come you always meet.

The second session of the morning was English class. She was called by the old wet to answer questions, and there were still two. After class, Xue Lin smiled and asked her: "Meng Shengnan, how did you learn English so well?"

Meng Shengnan is embarrassed: "It's okay."

"Be less humble, the teacher will let you be the representative of the English class, and she must have her good intentions."

Meng Shengnan sighed: "She asked me to answer questions with great care."

At that time in class, Lao Shi always liked to ask people to answer questions. My favorite question is: "Who is the student on duty today?" or "Stand up at the same table." Those two people, or the front and back, left and right, were frightened.

Listen to her sigh and finish.

Xue Lin smiled suddenly, "Yes, I have to hold my head when you are called."

Several people laughed.

After the meeting, Nie Jing said, "You are on duty today, and I will take out the trash for you tonight."

Meng Shengnan: "It's okay."

Nie Jing smiled and looked at Fu Song: "Why don't you speak?"

Fu Song lowered his head while writing.

Xue Lin: "He doesn't recognize his six relatives after studying, let's talk."

Nie Jing said a few words without much interest and then turned back. Meng Shengnan glanced at Fu Song and smiled without saying a word.

Go home from school at noon.

The meal has been prepared for the ceremony and asked: "Why do you leave so early in the morning?"

Meng Shengnan said while eating, "The time is wrong."

The ceremony shook his head: "You are really worrying about your temperament."

Meng Shengnan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's cold."

Ceremony: "Deserve you, not a long memory."

"Are you your mother?"

"Picked up in the ditch."

Meng Shengnan ‘cut’, "Why hasn’t my dad come back?"

"There is something in the bureau."

"Oh."

After eating, Meng Shengnan went to school after a brief break. There was a big temperature difference between morning and evening, and it was very hot at noon. When he arrived in the classroom, Fu Song was reading a book. He looked up and saw her holding her school uniform jacket in her arms. Then he smiled, "Actually, you don't look good in school uniform."

Meng Shengnan put down his schoolbag: "I thought you wouldn't praise people."

Fu Song said seriously, "Yes."

"cut."

Fu Song smiled.

The days before Wednesday always feel very slow. After Thursday, it feels like a blink of an eye. Meng Shengnan's day on duty is almost over, and she is still Xue Lin's bun for dinner. In the evening break before self-study, Fu Song helped her wipe the blackboard and everything was done.

When Xue Lin came back, she glanced at the few people in the classroom and asked, "Where is Fu Song?"

Meng Shengnan said: "Fetching water."

Xue Lin said ‘oh’, “Where’s Nie Jing, didn’t she take out the trash with you?”

Meng Shengnan smiled and said, "I don't know, she should endorse it."

"I'll go with you."

"No, it's very light."

After speaking, he took the trash can and went downstairs.

At that time, the self-study preparation bell just rang, and Meng Shengnan walked slowly on the small playground with the reputation of taking out the garbage. There were boys playing basketball in the distance, and when they heard the bell, they rushed back to the classroom.

The sky is already dark.

She dabbled outside for a while, then came back on the bell.

Carrying the trash can to the fifth floor is still a bit tired. She is slow on the stairs, and the whole teaching building is very quiet and there is no sound. Meng Shengnan finally went up to the fifth floor, turned a corner, and looked in from the window. The math teacher was sitting at the podium table and lowered her head for the record. She was about to sneak in through the back door, feeling that the trash can was being caught. Meng Shengnan slowly turned her head. .

"Do me a favor."

The boy's complexion is particularly pale, his eyes are dark, and his voice is very low. Because of being close, Meng Shengnan could smell smoke all over him. At this moment, he held the other side of the trash can in one hand and looked up at her like that.