Chapter 50 Chapter Forty-ninth Time Runs Away (No.269 - No.272)

Together with Jian Jian and β, I climbed up to the roof above the administrative building.The iron gate that hadn't been opened for a long time could only be opened narrowly, and we squeezed through sideways, rubbing the dust of the school uniform. β said that she thinks the graduation ceremony is the best from this perspective. Another year's college entrance examination is over, and when this group of people on the playground leaves, we will be high school seniors. After two years of suffering, we finally stood at the apex of Zhenhua's power. This feeling is very strange.I used to be so afraid of this big monster. When I checked in, I felt like an absent-minded tourist every time I took a photo.I know how much I am, and I also know that it has a great reputation. Before it finds out my details, I have to reject it psychologically.

Today, however, I can tell the taxi driver that I belong to Zhenhua. I don't feel guilty because of my achievements, and I can accept the driver's praise for Zhenhua.For praise and honor, we have the same hatred for slander. I'm already a senior in Zhenhua's high school. The agenda of this kind of ceremony is always complicated and lengthy, all I care about is that senior sister Luo Zhi is the flag-bearer. She is still the first in the college entrance examination.Jian Jian and β learned that I had always known such a great liberal arts master but was still a wimpy student in class five, and they both said that I must have been kicked out of my head by a donkey.

"You will be covered by a big god when you go to study literature. You can get a good place in the exam if you spend more time studying and nurturing. You stay here to study theory, what do you think?" It's really unreasonable to be scolded by β, who treats life more hastily than I do. Yu Huai snatched the words back at the right time to show his innocence: "It's really a question of aptitude. I'm already good enough. I've been nurturing her at close range for two years, but I haven't gotten through it yet!" It turned out to be all of them hahahahaha again.

"Is that the one?" β pointed at the girl standing on the flag raising platform. I squinted my eyes: "It's too far away to see clearly, what kind of place did you choose?" "In order to focus on the overall situation! If you look at your future, you will not be able to become an official." β disdains. Soon, the director's voice on the loudspeaker confirmed our guess.The flag-raiser is Luo Zhi. "What about Sheng Huainan? Is the other boy on the flag-raising stage Sheng Huainan?" Jian Jian doesn't care about liberal arts masters, she only cares about handsome guys.

"No, that's not the name mentioned on the radio." I shook my head. "Oh." Simply dropped his shoulders and stopped talking. β is much more well-informed: "It seems that Sheng Huainan failed the exam this time and didn't get the first place. But it doesn't matter, if he fails the exam, he should get in anyway, not to mention I heard that he got recommended half a year ago Here's the chance." The whole ceremony was boring. The three of us originally thought that we could motivate ourselves by observing the passionate youth of our seniors and cheer for the upcoming senior year. Unexpectedly, the process was so ordinary.

The only bright spot turned out to be that Luo Zhi failed as a flag raiser. I don't know what she was nervous about, but she raised the national flag like a rabbit and jumped up to the top of the flagpole. The audience burst into laughter, and the three of us laughed together. "People who study well seem to be a little physically uncoordinated," β said, "Look at your senior, you can't even raise the flag well." Naturally, I want to find the scene for my senior sister: "The college entrance examination does not take the national flag." "Let's go, let's go back to class. I have unfinished papers, so I will give lectures in the afternoon." Jian Jian had already walked back.

β and I looked at each other. Asking Jian Jian to come out to watch the graduation ceremony of the third year of high school is to hope that she can be distracted. The third year of high school is coming, and she must cheer up. But this bland ceremony disappointed both me and β, not to mention the simplicity of the encouragement.The atmosphere was not exciting at all, and the seniors and seniors on the playground were as calm as if this was just a flag-raising ceremony that was the same as usual. β said that they had just learned the results of the college entrance examination and hadn't applied for volunteers yet.Some families are happy and some are sad, and when the fate is uncertain, who is in the mood to commemorate youth.

I know. The nostalgia for time needs to be leisurely and leisurely. People who are busy with their lives only look at tomorrow and don't care about looking back. Before leaving, I picked up the camera and took many photos from different angles, thinking that when I had the chance, I would definitely hand them over to Luo Zhi. Forgot to say, I have already changed the shotgun. My dad bought me a SLR. A year seems to fly by in the blink of an eye. Another year of freshman admission, another year of sports meeting, school celebration, "December 9th" chorus, New Year, men's basketball and women's volleyball competition...and another year of college entrance examination and high school entrance examination.For Zhenhua, the college entrance examination means parting, and the high school entrance examination means meeting.

In addition to these lively and bright embellishments, my life is still covered with snow-white scrolls and traces of blue pens. The monthly exam is over, let me breathe a sigh of relief; two weeks later, I will start reviewing for the next monthly exam, and I will be nervous, anxious, and self-loathing again, and I will grit my teeth and go on stage; it is over again, let me breathe a sigh of relief... The mood and expectation are like f( The function image of x)=sinx, the ups and downs are regular, and it goes back and forth again and again, as if there is no end, and the days are spent in a daze.

I still dare not say whether it is right for me to stick to the theory. At the beginning, my parents were furious, but I was too stubborn to turn back.I never showed my persistence for anything, which made my parents wonder if I really love science.I took advantage of their misunderstanding and coddling.Parents especially liked to comfort themselves later on. The choice of science and engineering universities is wider and the majors are various. The daughter's choice is right, it must be right. But my science is not good. After the formal classification of arts and sciences, the teaching progress of Zhenhua science class was much faster than that of the first year of high school.Although I have Yu Huai's help, I still feel a little difficult.

This is impossible. This is the price I had expected, although it is more uncomfortable than I imagined when I am really exposed to stress and frustration every day. Fortunately, I still have friends and Yu Huai, so I can always grit my teeth and hold on. In the second year of high school, the teachers in our class changed several times. Besides Zhang Ping, Zhang Feng, and the Chinese Granny Zhang who still stuck to their posts, there was also Lai Chunyang.But when the final exam was approaching, Zhang Ping suddenly told us that Lai Chunyang had resigned and left the school. Everyone was in shock, only I knew why. Aunt Qi’s bag was robbed near the hospital last week. My dad and I accompanied her to the police station in the area where the hospital is located to report the crime. In the hall, we saw Lai Chunyang who was sitting on a bench and crying. The embarrassment of meeting Lai Chunyang in this kind of place is comparable to the last time I opened the cubicle door after squatting in the women's toilet to defecate and met the dean in line. I kept praying that she wouldn't see me, but Lai Chunyang met my gaze as soon as he raised his head. I held back the sentence "Hello, Teacher Lai" and pretended not to know her.Follow my parents in to find the clerk, and then sneak back to the hall while they describe how the bag was robbed. "Mr. Lai, my father and I came to report the crime. I... We were robbed. Well, I'm sorry I didn't say hello to you just now." I don't know why Lai Chunyang is here. I think she probably doesn't want to meet the parents of the students, so I didn't dare to meet her just now. I thought she was sick, because she did call in sick for several days, and our English class was replaced by other English teachers during this time. Lai Chunyang quickly understood what I was thinking, and smiled gratefully. A lot of dry skin appeared on his haggard face, and his big eyes were particularly hollow and lifeless. "My daughter ran away from home," she said in a small voice, sounding more tired than ever. "It's been a week and she's gone. I'm afraid she's dead." Lai Chunyang cried when he said the last sentence.A 40-year-old female teacher cried like an old child in front of my 18-year-old student. I don’t know why I remembered that in the first year of high school, she snatched my mobile phone unsuccessfully, scolded me for a long time, and finally said to myself: “You guys, neither of you will listen to me.” That sentence wasn't actually meant for me. Lai Chunyang's daughter is fourteen years old, at the peak of her rebellious period, she took the family's money and ran to Dalian to meet a thirty-year-old netizen. She has been away for a week, her mobile phone has been shut down, and there has been no news. She sat in the lobby of the police station every day, thinking that she would be the first to know any news. But there is no news, just wait for the case to be filed. I don't know why her husband didn't show up, and it's not up to me to ask.Before leaving, I grabbed her hand and said that we all will help her. We will help her send messages on the Internet and ask her to give me her daughter’s QQ number, and I will check it for her... She just smiled sadly, shook her head, and said, "Silly boy." When I left the police station, she was still sitting in the lobby, pitifully skinny, staring straight at the floor tiles, wondering what she was thinking. Exactly the same as every time I fall into nothingness in class. In class, she would suddenly look at me and ask me to answer some nonsensical questions—but this time, she didn't look up at me again. That was the last time I saw Lai Chunyang. When we grow up, the teacher in our mind is no longer the stalwart image that was more omnipotent than our parents.We will no longer allow unreasonable teachers to bully us, and we will no longer express surprise at their vulnerability and powerlessness just like ordinary people.They are just ordinary people who are engaged in the profession of teachers, they will make mistakes, and they also have to worry about life. For example, Zhang Ping would never be able to raise the average grade of Class 5, and was often scolded by the instructor. After breaking up with his girlfriend, he looked dazed and lost several laps. Another example is Yu Dan, the head teacher of class one, who is pregnant at this juncture. The parents jointly signed a letter requesting to change the head teacher, because the critical period of the third year of high school cannot be delayed by a female teacher who cannot concentrate; The class is the No. 1 seedling class, how can she hand over the fruits of victory that she has cultivated for two years. Another example is Lai Chunyang. Sometimes looking at them makes me suddenly grateful. My life is a single-threaded task, no need to choose, no need to give up, no need to struggle, just study, just run towards that goal, don't be confused. All adults are committed to keeping us from being distracted by other things, and are willing to take care of all the troubles except reviewing, clearing obstacles and blocking roads, as long as we run, the faster the better. One day, I will also become an adult full of troubles, picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons, and no matter how I live, there seems to be something wrong. That day will come. What kind of adult would I be? I turned my head to look at Yu Huai beside me who was racing against the clock for the last match.Naturally, I thought of the day when the freshmen reported for registration two years ago. I asked him without thinking, what would you look like if you became the father of the child? Now I still want to know the answer to this question, the difference is that I want to see that day with my own eyes.