Chapter 10 Chapter 4 On the Road-2

There are many cats downstairs in the dormitory.I told Xiao Min, look, it is not afraid of people at all.Because it meets many, many people every year.Meet hundreds of new people every year.all our students.In the three years I've been here, I've only met so many people, just like a passing cloud.We also mixed in the crowd and were pushed and pushed away.Unlike that cat, which has been here all its life. That's why we count our memories like we count stars.Too many to count. Students in the first grade of junior high school always watch TV in the cafeteria and get together with supper.When I saw the goal, I cheered so much that I couldn't remember it was night.It seems that not long ago, many students in the class would go to watch the NBA during lunch time.But now it seems that not so many people will go to have lunch between classes.The previous road, through the stairs, through the garden on the second floor, down the stairs, to the cafeteria.It's all a little strange.

Passing through the classroom of class 1 of the second grade of junior high school.That's no longer a character.The five words jing, jing, jin, jing, and jing posted by the teacher were all exposed.And the photos next to it, some moments of that debate, have all been erased.There are also the portraits of the whole class that were just posted in the last few months, drawn by Uncle PRT and Xiao Min, but two paintings by Wu ZK are missing, and their whereabouts are also missing.So I sighed a few times with BOBO and Aunt Tong that day.People go to the empty building, people go to cool tea.

That TV has rarely been used.I used to play Jay's songs every day, as well as the most lively Worms among boys.Someone installed this game on my computer during my birthday, and I haven't deleted it yet.Gone are the days when a group of people gathered in front of the TV before the morning reading and watched the cannon hitting the little bug's health and laughing.There is also a film and television class from 6:20 to 7:00, and I can’t remember how many times I watched the movie.Even if the image is blurred due to damp for a period of time, I still watch it.I watched "Daisy" and "Fearless", and joked that I look like Sun Li.

In physical education class, boys and girls often play basketball together.Although our technology is terrible.But there is Jiang Jiang's excitement and Aunt Tong's crazy three-pointer.Still a lot of fun.We often reject the more powerful Uncle Huang QL and PRT, but now there is always endless training in physical education class, doing repeated and boring exercises.Aunt Tong shot three 3-pointers in a row and didn't score a single one. She yelled for a long time in disappointment.Also because I have to go to class at six o'clock, I didn't go to play after five o'clock.The students who still go to play can't play for so long.It is also a luxury to watch the sun go down while playing in the afterglow.

Always write always write, but never finish.It seems that there are many things, all crowded and vying for us to remember.Except for today, all the days are memories.So there are too many untold stories and endless memories.But no matter how bad things are, at least the twenty or so of us have bumped into each other and made a lot of noise until now.Still together. I still clearly remember that Avril had a song and sang it at the top of his voice. "I'm with you." Because the whole world is so dirty, to find the most beautiful wish. Because I can't see the dawn for a while, I can see my most sincere dream.

--Inscription On a night with a lot of homework, there was a rare power outage.I reluctantly stopped the pen in my hand, walked to the window in the dark, and saw that the residential buildings were all in darkness.I was anxious because the homework was still lying quietly on the table. I didn't know what to do but confront the darkness with tired eyes.After lingering in front of the window for a while, he turned on his phone in boredom. As soon as I turned it on, I received a text message from Sang: "Do you remember me and you from that year?" In the complete darkness, the light of the mobile phone screen is very dazzling.I was stunned for a moment, and my eyes felt stinging.

Sang is a child born in July, who loves heat and fears cold.She is like a poppy flower in full bloom in summer, and the remaining three seasons are used by her to remember the previous summer and look forward to the next summer. Sang likes the singer named Pu Shu very much.She told me more than once that when I grow up, I will buy a house next to Xiaopu's house, and I will appear in front of him with a smile and tell him that I have liked him for many years. Every time there is Xiao Pu on TV, she always rushes to watch it, her eyes wide open and her lips tightly pressed.I was deeply impressed by the love and determination she showed.

However, Pu Shu got married before Sang grew up.He married a very ordinary girl, without the vagabond and artistic atmosphere that fans expected.This big boy who had always been indulging in campus feelings ended his long adolescence in this way.He finally woke up from that beautiful but unsustainable dream, and walked on the path that every ordinary person must walk. Later, Sang also finally returned to the cold reality from this dream.In reality, there is no fluttering white dress that has traveled a long way, no undefeated summer flowers, and no summer that lasts as long as a lifetime. It was the July after the end of the second year of high school.Because we are going to enter the third year of high school, we have already started making up lessons.On the evening of the first day of make-up classes, we walked out of the school gate together.When we reached the street corner we had walked hundreds of times, San stopped.Her face was serious and calm that she didn't have in the past.She said to me seriously, we have to work hard, time is running out.

I just felt palpitations, my throat was dry, and I couldn't say anything.Yeah, what should I say to her?Accusing her of giving up what she cherished and pursued in the past?No, it was never her fault.It is because this world is too realistic, and the reality does not leave us any room. We also talked a lot that evening.We set our goal in Beijing, the heart of the motherland.We agreed that we would go all the way north and leave this southern city together in the summer after the college entrance examination. Walking through that street corner, the setting sun formed a blood-colored watercolor painting in our field of vision.

If Sang was just a child before that evening, then her desperation began in the afterglow of the evening sun. So the different roads spread out like this, and the different Sang and the different me also gradually drifted away on this road. In our world, there are no more flying verses and endless delusions.Life is like clear water, flowing day by day.We became what we are today. These old memories hurt my nerves. Suddenly, the lights in the house came on and a call came. I looked at the phone screen again and couldn't help but smile.Maybe Sang, like me, completed a long memory when he was alone.Before the memories came to an end, the bright desk lights pulled me back to the piles of homework.No matter how unwilling we are, we still have to return to reality and get out of the dragging time.

But Sang, how can I forget that you who are passionate about dreams and enthusiasm, holding high the poppy garland? Dear Sang, thank you for being by my side all the way.Before dawn, let us light a candle for the time being, and finish this section of the road well.Occasionally think of the past, do it and cherish it.