Chapter 15 a certain year in late spring and early summer

In March of 2001, it was just halfway through.Xiaobei and I started to consume 100Oml of Sprite every day to fight against the crazy and soaring temperature.Every time she drank a bottle of Sprite, Xiao Bei always said that this March was completely crazy, and that spring was as hot as summer, which was unbelievable.And I always don't talk, firstly, talking speeds up the evaporation of water in my body, and secondly, when Xiaobei is talking, I am considering whether to buy another 500ml Sprite. The talented MM who was in the show said that when she was a child, she saw articles beginning with "20s and a few years" and knew that people were starting to make up false stories again.

me too.When I was a child, I always thought that people in the 20s should be flying around in the black and dirty sky wearing a heavy metal helmet, or to be more precise, swinging around in a daze, it doesn't matter what , anyway, it is hanging in the air, and it does not touch the world or the ground.But when I was standing in the 20s, I found that the time is still passing, the market is still peaceful, I still have to finish seven or eight test papers printed with Arabic numerals every day, and Xiaobei still has to hug her thick paper every day. The modern history of China that can kill people walks through the campus full of camphor. I still have to write articles that disgust me and others in order to get a high score in Chinese. Xiaobei still has to drink 1000ml of Sprite every day, otherwise I will be like Bai Suzhen The same is tanned by the summer sun.

I can still write the opening sentence "March 2001 is just over halfway" calmly and without excitement. Standing on the shadow of the 2000s, my heart is as still as water.Xiaobei said that this is due to the sensory nerve numbness caused by the long-term continuous and violent attack.So I nodded, and then I remembered that in the biology book, it is written that organisms always have certain adaptability to the environment.Later, I flipped through the biology book and found that there is another sentence below: the adaptability of organisms has a certain range, and when the harsh environment exceeds the adaptability of organisms, it will cause the death of organisms.

I was startled and threw the book away. I felt that the biology book was like a poisonous snake. It bit me hard. The wound was small but deep, and it was painful in an invisible place. Two so-and-so said: Frequent monthly exams are like dying over and over again. Since the spring of 2001, Xiaobei and I have been in a state of repetition: death, then rebirth, then death, and then rebirth.Xiaobei said that things like Phoenix and Firebird are far worse than us. The senior three seniors had just passed the three touches. Xiaobei and I didn’t dare to look at them when we walked through the campus, for fear of seeing a face with gritted teeth and fierce eyes, and fearing that their bad emotions would spread down and affect us. .They say that senior high school students are "sitting in hell and looking up at heaven", but what are we?Xiaobei said: We are sitting on the bed looking up at the ceiling - doing nothing.

In the summer of 2001, the summer at the end of our first year of high school, Xiaobei and Xiao A chose liberal arts and left me alone in science. They said they wanted to throw me in a harsh environment to cultivate my high-level resistance .I laughed at Xiaobei as a traitor and Xiaobei said I was too weak.I said that I have the so-called integrity by staying in the science department, and Xiaobei said that even if she chooses the liberal arts department, she will die with great vigor and vigor.We all have our reasons, so we don't look back in our respective directions, sharpen our heads and run towards a new life—or a new death.Who knows.

I saw the mottled and deep shadow cast by life as it flew over my head, the hourglass turned over and over, and the thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season.I know it's been another year.Many things have also changed. Xiaobei can already tell a joke that her physics grade is only in single digits, and I can also calmly say that the Opium War was in 1804.It doesn't matter, anything. I think I must not go abroad in my life, otherwise I will definitely regret it.Because when those foreign friends ask about the history of my country, I will be at a loss.Then those friends with blue eyes and yellow hair would stare and ask me: Are you Chinese? This problem is serious.I am a patriotic person.

So I began to think about the meaning of my desperate efforts to get into the top ten of the whole grade in the foreign language test.Or as people care, what is the value. The croaking of frogs outside the third window hit my eardrums one after another. I don’t know if it’s their menopause, because I heard the tragedy, irritability and despair that I have never heard from the frogs. This March, my desperation beats and beats, I can hear the sound of sadness growing wildly in my heart, just like the joyful jointing of wheat in the season of abundant rain, I can hear the bones explode one after another I can hear the sound of my brain being eroded by something, but I don't resist or struggle. I think as long as you don't squeeze out those equations and formulas, then this white tofu-like brain will be free. How did you fix it, I don't care.I sat and waited for death with wandering eyes, greeted death with a peaceful expression, and fell into nothingness with my feet firmly on the ground.

I didn't even try to squawk like the menopausal frog outside the window.I broke the jar, so do what you like. I told Little A that when I called him.He scolded me for nearly half an hour on the phone, saying how could a person be so lacking in fighting spirit.I said that fighting spirit does not matter whether it exists or not. If you think about it too much, you will have it. When you don’t think about it, your fighting spirit will gradually weaken.It's like sleeping in the dormitory in winter and freezing to death. If you think about it, you are sleeping under the cover of the heating at home. You can fall asleep when you think about it. the result of.After I finished speaking, I found that my metaphorical argument skills became more and more proficient.

I heard little A's long sigh on the other end of the phone.So I said to him, don't worry, I can't die for the time being, I'm the kind of person who "looks so weak, I can't kill him no matter what". Little A said that I will come back to see you on May 1st, and you will live peacefully for me before May 1st. I said that I must save my life and wait for you to come back for May Day. Si Xiao A transferred another school, Xiao Bei went to liberal arts, and Xiao Xu left my city to go to university.This is the greatest tragedy I could have imagined half a year ago.But now I feel that it doesn't matter anymore, and I feel that sometimes a person's life is pretty good, and I can lose my temper at will at will, and then sleep obediently by myself with my pillow in my arms.So what is the greatest tragedy I can imagine right now?I thought about it, nothing to be sad about.

Xiaobei crumpled up the math test paper for the Nth time and was about to throw it out of the window, but after calming down for a while, she carefully unfolded and smoothed the test paper for the Nth time.I said Xiaobei, your actions fully reflect your weakness.Xiaobei said blankly that if the college entrance examination did not take math, I would be stronger than anyone else.Then Xiaobei and I heard the sound of karaoke coming from the newly built complex at the same time.Xiaobei heard that it was a certain art teacher singing Karen Mok's "Be Strong".I don't think so-and-so's voice is anything like Karen Mok except for being hoarse.I don't know why I think of the desperate frogs outside my window.

The complex building has not stopped tossing since the day it was repaired.First came the professors from Chuanmei University, then the East China Normal University, and now the professors from Fudan University.I was ready to squat to start, but I was still blocked from the newly built spacious and bright auditorium.The reason is that the places registered before me are already full.I looked inside and saw so-and-so, so-and-so.I don't know what's the point or value of these people who don't know anything except how to open OICQ after turning on the computer to come here to listen to computer lectures.All I know is that I'm blocked, no matter how many A-level certificates I take in computer exams and how many computer training sessions I take.After looking at the big "Shanghai" on the welcome sign in front of the building for a while, I wandered back home. Five I returned to my home.As a boarding student, I actually have my own home. Last summer, Xiaobei and I tasted what it was like to have no fan, what it was like to be unable to take a shower without frequent water cuts, and what it was like to face a group of mosquitoes that could not be killed by the insecticide that could kill us.Xiaobei's girl's building faces the lake, so there are relatively few mosquitoes.The boys' building is located in the dense forest. We comforted ourselves by saying that there is a palace in the forest, in which many handsome princes live.Every night I open my eyes and listen to the loud mosquitoes in the dormitory, and I always feel in a trance that I am standing on the land of Yugoslavia in 1999, waiting for an unpredictable air strike. After Xiaobei and I reached the limit of our patience, Xiaobei and I escaped together and rented a house outside.I live in a small attic on the street, and Xiaobei lives at the end of the street.It's a five-minute walk in between.You live at the end of the street, and I live at the end of the street. We will cut off the electricity and water together. When friends congratulated us on their housewarming, Xiaobei and I would say with a serious face and vicissitudes that we all have families now. Xiaobei's room is huge, empty like a garage.I told Xiaobei that I thought it would be no problem to park a Dongfeng truck.And my room is very small, and there is probably not much space left after parking the motorcycle, so there are not many things I can move in. In the end, I chose a lot of books and tapes.Seeing the 12-square-meter room being filled up bit by bit by me, I felt a sense of satisfaction, and I said to myself that this is my home. After that, I wandered back and forth within the 12 square meters every night, listening to the desperate cries of frogs outside the window. These menopausal sounds can somewhat dilute the boredom of life. So this state has continued. April Fool's Day in June and April is not fun at all, Xiaobei and I will still die tossing and turning in the days to come, we have experienced many battles. This late spring and early summer, I began to miss Shanghai crazily and Xiaobei began to think crazily about Beijing. When I dream, I often dream of old houses big and small on Huating Road, the beautiful streets of Hengshan Road, the bright lights of Nanjing Road, the rough and thick exterior walls of the Peace Hotel, the sirens floating on the river, and the courtyard where Zhang Ailing once lived , the pigeons flying in the People's Square, and the middle school where I took the exam for 3 hours, and Pudong, but I never crossed the river, and I never stood under the Oriental Pearl Tower and the Jinmao Tower to look up affectionately once. But Xiaobei was thinking about the ice and snow in Beijing, the warm lights in the courtyards, the big strings of candied haws, the rock bands in various bars, the clear ripples in the Weiming Lake of Peking University, and the thick yellow curtains and golden dragon chairs in the Forbidden City. This late spring and early summer, Xiaobei and I lived carelessly while daydreaming.I said I was going to be admitted to Fudan University and Xiaobei said that if she didn't take the math test, she could consider Peking University. The situation of the midterm exam can be said to be tragic.People who have passed the mathematics of the whole grade can be counted with their fingers. Xiaobei is very happy, because many people are buried with her in terms of mathematics.She said with a playful face that the death of one person is a great tragedy, but the death of a thousand people is an irresistible fate, so she is not going to struggle. The topic of the composition for the mid-term exam is "I walked a lot in my dream, but I still wake up in bed".In the end, I wrote about my dream Shanghai, and Xiaobei wrote about her dream Beijing.I think I'm completely overwhelmed by this late spring and early summer daydream mood. After the mid-term exam, the teacher gave us post-examination education. She said that the top 20 students in the whole grade should have no problem going to Peking University and Tsinghua University.So I was happy, I think I still have great hope to be admitted to Fudan University. Qi Zhongzhong and Mosquito went to take the adult oath, and they skipped two classes openly. It is said that the place is in the martyr's cemetery. Because of this, Xiaobei and I laughed for a long time.Xiaobei said, why is the atmosphere so tragic?Xiaobei and I are still minors for the time being, so we two children can laugh heartlessly all the time. Mosquito said that on the day of the swearing-in, the cemetery was crowded with people, you squeezed me and I squeezed you, the martyrs cemetery may add two more martyrs at any time.Mosquito said that after taking the oath for ten minutes, the right hand that was clenched into a fist was so sore that it seemed to fall off.Xiaobei and I told her that it was growing pains at the same time. 8 That night I sat alone in front of the desk, facing the dark sky outside the window and the desperate crowing of frogs, thinking about what kind of person I am. I guess I should be considered a quiet person.I can read, write and write for a long time without saying a word, and I can maintain a long-lasting posture if I drink endless coffee and endless books. I thought maybe I was a noisy person.I chattered non-stop in my circle of friends, and Xiao A once said: If you want to find Guo Jingming, it’s very easy to find, go to the classroom of Class 2 (3) of high school, and see a large group of people around, the guy in the middle dancing and spitting is the guy up. I think I am a person who can be content with being ordinary.I once thought that if I could have a farm of my own in a place where the hustle and bustle of the city could not spread, with my own herds of cattle and sheep, and clean vegetables grown by myself, then this would be a happy life. I think maybe I am a vain and yearning for prosperity.Otherwise, I wouldn't like Shanghai, a place full of radiance and mortals.I yearn for the life of spending money like water in BMW Xiangche. When I asked Xiaobei this question the next day, Xiaobei thought about it for a long time.In the end, she and I analyzed who I am and even what kind of people we are, and even used things like birth dates and fingerprints and palm lines.Xiaobei finally quoted the theory of ruffian Cai: We are ordinary people, and we are also special people, so we are very ordinary people. April day in the nine world, May day in the world, day by day, Xiaobei and I continued to die over and over again. In late spring and early summer, phoenixes and irises are in full bloom.The school can be seen everywhere "Picking a flower is fined 50" signs.Xiaobei looked at it and said why the prices are so expensive these days. Behind the school's new cafeteria, student apartments are being built again.This school has always maintained a rate of expansion that amazes me.I am always worried that if this development continues, I will need to take a bus from the cafeteria to the classroom. Xiaobei is still repeating the work of constantly crumpling and smoothing the math test paper; I still write compositions that disgust others and myself; I still K out of fifty logic subjects every day; History quiz. Xiaobei and I still consume 1000ml of Sprite every day, otherwise we will not be able to survive the very penetrating sunlight.I wondered if I would go on like this until I died "swollen like a transparent jellyfish" as Wang Xiaobo said. There is no difference. The end of spring and the beginning of summer seem to last forever. I watched the sun above my head grow brighter and harder to face each day, and the shadows cast by the camphor trees grew thicker and thicker. The end of summer and the beginning of the summer are really inactive. I sigh deeply for the passion of my life that has vanished, and I beat my breast for the passing of my time.But what's the use?At best, I stand by the river of youth and shout like a late woman: my youth!My youth! Should a seventeen-year-old child have the sorrow of seventy? Those passing years, those flowing water that never returned, I saw the black wind blowing from the forest, and Xiaobei and I stood in the wind for a whole year without knowing it.Why is it only one year?How did a long time turn into a short moment?Whether the crystal ball is in the hands of the queen or the witch, I want to know. The dead are like husbands!The dead are like husbands!Thousands of years ago, someone stood by the river and said loudly. Eleven days ago, Xiaobei and I discovered that our daily consumption of Sprite had reached 1500ml.Both Xiaobei and I were amazed when we discovered this.I think we've taken another big step towards "transparent jellyfish". Xiaobei said: The end of spring and the beginning of summer are over, and summer is finally here. I nodded, and I said that summer is finally here, and I want to make a break with my mediocrity. I think I should really call it a day.