Chapter 54 Chapter 53 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Each According to His Ability (No.288 - No.292)

I said goodbye to Jian Jian and Xu Yanliang at the arrival gate of the airport.Xu Yanliang went to take the bus, and simply walked to the parking lot with me. "Do you think we will really meet again in Beijing?" Simply asked. "Yes." I nodded. Actually I don't know.But I am such a person. In the face of cruel possibilities, I try to look at the bright side, and then tell others with a smile that it is not possible, but definitely possible. Fate is responsible for the blow, and I am responsible for the encouragement. Jian Jian saw her parents first, so she said goodbye to me.I kept walking and saw my dad standing outside the car on the phone.

He waved to me and said, "Get in the car." The car is speeding on the airport highway.Under the elevated bridge outside the window are monotonous snow fields, deserted farmland, and occasionally some withered and yellow grasslands flash across the field of vision, which can be regarded as an adjustment. Simple is rarely seen in liberal arts classes. Beta is gone too.Yu Huai was nervously preparing for the battle every day. I faced the blows of the monthly exams again and again by myself. I had a thick skin, but I didn't give up. Still sad every time. Continuous dark clouds are a sign of winter in the north.It doesn't snow often, but it doesn't always clear up either.

It makes people feel desperate. "Dad, is it true that no matter how good a friend is, they will eventually get separated?" My occasional literary and artistic minor tunes also chat with my dad.My mother would reply to my head-to-head scolding. "Geng Geng," he smiled, "you don't have a fixed classroom when you grow up, and you may not have the time and opportunity to get to know a friend slowly. After meeting, you will soon be separated, and you will get used to it over time. so." I suddenly realized that this question is not suitable for him. His love has been separated, and I actually asked him about his friendship.

"Dad, do you and my mother think that I have let you down?" I looked out the window, "I can't improve my grades. If the college entrance examination is still like this, I won't be able to get into a good school." "You are so obedient, how could your parents feel disappointed." My father is not very good at speaking beautiful words, he always comforts people dryly, but every sentence is very credible. "But I still can't do well in the exam." I smiled wryly. My dad didn't speak for a long time. "Before you got in the car just now, I was calling your mother. Mom and Dad will find a way, so you can study at ease."

I nod. Let me enjoy the perks of being a kid one last time, just listen to what the grown-ups say, and pretend they're still the same two superheroes I thought they were when I was a kid, omnipotent and never suspicious. The physics league exam is coming. On the night before he went to self-study for the exam, I injected another injection of "soothing sleeping pills" into his left arm, and drew a big check mark on the "eye of the needle". This is the third check mark, and it has become a routine among us, a lucky secret. "Old rule," I said with a smile, "don't take a shower tonight."

He raised his head recklessly: "It's just to save face. I don't need this kind of feudal superstition." Senior year is depressing and sad.I patted him and said, "Yu Huai, come on." My grades slipped more and more, and the dip became more pronounced during the revision rounds when everyone started working harder.Those subjects that I have learned in the first year of high school are like strangers to me.I am like a blind man breaking corn in the field, breaking a stick and throwing a stick. I have only recently started to seriously think about my way out.I sat by his side for three years, and now I see parting close at hand, but I can't do anything about it.

When simplicity and β were all there, I didn't take a good look at my life every happy day.There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and the Eight Immortals cross the sea according to their own abilities, but I can only stand on the shore and watch everyone's small sailboat go farther and farther and disappear. Yu Huai and I each had an earphone, and we listened quietly to Beyond's "It's Wonderful to Live".Yu Huai lay on the table with his eyes closed, leaving me with a childish profile. Yu Huai can fly.I never doubted this. But I can only stand on the ground. The day of Yu Huai's exam was another Saturday.I set the alarm clock as usual, and when I was woken up, I sent a text message to cheer him up.

But instead of continuing to fall asleep after sending text messages as usual, I got up, dressed in the twilight morning light, washed up, carried my schoolbag, and went to the training class for art candidates. Starting from December, the art student examinations in major colleges and universities will begin.I can't sing, play the piano, draw sketches, or write articles, so I can only work hard on choreography or photography. This is the way out that my parents arranged for me. My dad said, anyway, in order to get extra points, try the exam first, and then look at the results of the college entrance examination. We don't have to learn these things. If you don't like it, don't learn it.

But I still went to the training class. Taking the previous exam questions and reference answers of the Directing Department of Beijing Film Academy, I swallowed them and memorized them hard. My motivation is also simple. Many of those schools are in Beijing. Yu Huai didn't come to school on Monday.I sent him several text messages, but he didn't reply, so I hurried to call. His voice sounded like a stuffy nose. "you are sleeping?" "Ok." "Are you sick? Why didn't you go to school?" "sick." I was silent for a while: "Yu Huai, did something happen?"

There was no movement from Yu Huai's side for a long time. After a while, I heard him say very softly and slowly: "Geng Geng, my three years have been wasted." Even Zhu Yao tactfully did not ask Yu Huai about the competition. Lin Yang came to see Yu Huai several times, and the two of them didn't know what to chat outside, and they often didn't come back for most of the class.In the last semester of the third year of high school, everyone in the school was thinking of ways for their own futures, such as recommendation of minor languages, self-enrollment of colleges and universities, recommendation of competitions, arts examinations, bonus points for ethnic minorities... Zhang Ping said a few times about this impetuous atmosphere. The second time, but no one listened to him.

Yu Huai's skipping class seemed so unimportant in the chaos. I don't know how to comfort him.The comfort became so light at this time, I couldn't even say "it's okay". I could only sit sadly beside him. I couldn't comfort him because he never mentioned his sadness—the three words "unhappy" were firmly suppressed in his heart, and he never had a chance to surface.He still goes to play ball with Xu Yanliang at noon every day, and still jokes with everyone normally, but he never looks into my eyes when talking, as if he is afraid that I will see through his unhappiness at a glance. I don't know what he's fussing about. "It's a big deal and I can continue the college entrance examination", "People have stumbled and horses have stumbled", "It's a blessing to know that it's not a blessing", "Don't mention the bad things and go play basketball"... These words, when he was talking to other students, I said it all myself, leaving no room for me to express myself. What an optimistic Yu Huai. When all the contestants were nervously putting themselves into the voluntary application form and the qualification examination for admission, there was often a notification on the radio asking someone from a certain class to submit the application form for admission to a certain university to the Academic Affairs Office. Every time at this time, I can feel the whole body of the boy next to me suddenly stiffen. But in the eyes of others, he has become more optimistic and sunny during this period, like a person who has only a positive side but no dark side. Everyone said that Yu Huai was a real man, and he wasn't affected at all. When school was over, he hummed a song and packed his schoolbag, and I looked at him silently. Yu Huai suddenly lowered his face without warning, and said, "Geng Geng, do you really want to see me cry like a grandson? Did I let you down?" He didn't give me time to react, he picked up his schoolbag, turned around and left.