Chapter 47 Chapter 46 The Storyteller is God

Luo Zhi doesn't really like going back to high school. She has always felt that the school is a very cruel place, one by one, standing quietly in the desolate time, fixing the youth in a small space, in the bitter struggle, and deceiving herself that the youth has no regrets and is willing to gamble and lose. In the best years, they have to listen to the deceptions of the elders and pin their happiness and hopes on graduation and growing up.They opened their mouths wide and swallowed generation after generation, never missing the past, just indifferently looking at poor people like Luo Zhi looking back for memories, but they couldn't provide any lingering warmth.

Zhenhua High School is still open. Although it is Saturday, the third grade still has classes. Her homeroom teacher was still leading the class in the third year of high school, so she signed a name in the mail room and said to find Teacher Qi, and she was put in directly. It was the first class in the afternoon.The school uniforms worn by the students this year are different from what they were then, but looking inside from the open door, whether it is the class in self-study or the class where the teacher is lecturing, the students inside are similar year after year. Mountains of exercise books and papers, water bottles, snacks, schoolbags thrown on the ground or hung on the back of the chairs piled up on the table. There is a slight musty smell in the classroom. It should be that the windows have not been opened for a long time, but there are children who are struggling for the college entrance examination. They didn't feel the same.

The division of the school is clear and clear, dividing each grade and the administrative area laboratory, etc. separately.Luo Zhi earnestly walked through every place she had ever stopped.It seems that something has changed, but nothing has changed.As I walked, I was overwhelmed by memories. For example, the corridor on the first floor is still bright and shadowy.She remembered that the people who walked in front of her always held their heads slightly up, their backs were straight, they liked to carry their schoolbags with their left hands, and put their right hands in their pockets. Another example is the door of a class that has changed the house number and the new class logo, but still looks familiar even with the marble floor tiles at the door.The only time she spoke to him was at the door.The class was boiling, only she saw him standing at the door and said, classmate, please help me find Ye Zhanyan.

There is also the women's toilet on the sixth floor, which seems to have a new door panel, which does not match the color of the corridor wall.Back then, she held back her confession all the way, but finally bumped into this place. And the ledge across from the hall railing. The results and rankings of the first mock exam in the third year of senior high school were announced. March 24th was also the first anniversary of him and Ye Zhanyan.He still took the first place in the school year, but it doesn't matter anymore, he passed the recommended admission test and entered the best biotechnology college of P University.On the other hand, Ye Zhanyan never bothered about his grades. The two of them sat on the window sill in such a carefree manner, looking pitifully at the students in the hallway who were crying because of their poor grades.Luo Zhi was also number one in the school year, but when she saw the look on his face when she walked through the corridor holding her poor grades, which were 78 points different from Sheng Huainan's total grade, she was still deeply hurt .

And, the flagpole on the playground seen through the window. It was on the day of the graduation ceremony, she was the first in liberal arts, but another person was the first in science.She and the little boy were the flag-raisers at graduation, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sheng Huainan standing in the first row, talking and laughing with his classmates indifferently, and not looking at the rostrum—the teachers felt sorry for him, but he He didn't take it seriously, but he never knew that Luo Zhi really wanted to be the flag-raiser with him. Want it so so much. The boy was too weak, and after the national anthem was played, their national flag was still some distance away from the top.The two of them pulled it up in a hurry, and the national flag jumped up like a bunny. The graduates below laughed, and she blushed and looked in the direction of Sheng Huainan.Sheng Huainan was also laughing, but he was pointing at the flagpole and at Ye Zhanyan, as if saying, look.

Sheng Huainan's bond with her was too deep, wherever he went, he would recall it there.If the part about him is really removed, then the road she walked will immediately become a black and white silent film. Luo Zhi suddenly felt regretful, why didn't she tell her own story to others? The wisdom of the sister of the story, she only now understands. She will tell her story well.In real life, she is bound by time control; but in the story, she is the master, controlling space and time to fly around, and can pick up the clues buried by daily trivialities, reorganize and arrange them, and must tell the audience Crazy and drunk with teary eyes.

But it's just an idea.The story may not be as easy to tell as she imagined—because as she tells it, she will feel pity for her former self who was trapped in time and looked at the future, and feels very sad. Her story is nothing more than a secret love, the easiest relationship in the world to preserve and also the easiest to destroy. There is a difference between crush and unrequited love.On the street, a certain woman grabs a certain man's sleeve and shouts that I am not good at all, why can't you love me-these are unrequited loves, but they are not secret loves.She thought she was worthy of the word "secret love".

At least once.Once, she had the determination to take the secret to the grave. It seemed that as soon as she closed her eyes, she could recall that noon, when she walked through the empty corridor of the office area with the English papers of the whole class in her arms.The papers are for midterm exams—the top class in her first year of senior high school are all the top students who got into this key high school with the highest scores. Everyone is very concerned about the first exam since entering high school.The English score was the last to come out, and it was half a day behind the Chinese score.

After the results of each subject are announced, everyone will calculate the total score by themselves, so before the English results are announced, the students in the class have basically ranked the top few by themselves.She roughly flipped through the test paper and found that the English score might have a reverse impact on the ranking.Thinking of the students who are eagerly waiting for their grades in the class, there is a little bit of pride in their hearts overlooking all sentient beings, it is really abnormal. The sun shines in from a row of huge windows on the left. It is already cool in the north in October. The light is pale and bright, dazzling but not warm. It falls on the ground and is cut into sections by the windows and walls.She closed her eyes, shuttled through the interlacing of light and shadow, and quietly felt the alternate appearance of taupe and orange outside her thin eyelids.Suddenly I remembered that when I was a child, the texts always said "Our school has a spacious and bright hall",-"Spacious and bright" is really a beautiful word. If you read it silently in your heart, you will feel better.

At this moment, the door of the language office in front opened, and the class teacher poked his head out, just in time to meet her.Yang raised the stack of papers in his hand and said, what a coincidence, I was about to ask a student for help, Luo Zhi, please come here. Sometimes she thought that if she had strode forward in a well-behaved manner instead of dawdling in narcissism, she would not have met the head teacher.Of course, she's not going to brand it "fated." In the same school, there will always be intersections.What's more, she rushed to the best high school in the whole province, isn't it also because of him.

A teacher in the office was bragging loudly that the boys in his class scored 140 points in Chinese.She smiled, and after the results of almost every subject appeared, the names with the highest scores in a single subject would be spread throughout the school year.The head teacher asked her to make sixty copies of the class's total score and rank, in preparation for the parent meeting three days later.She picked up the list and was about to leave when the teacher stopped her again and said, let's also print this school year grade distribution table. She took it over and looked at it. It was a large form with the class number on the horizontal axis and the grades on the vertical axis.The first row reads "880 points and above" - ​​the total score of the first test is 950 points, 150 points each in mathematics and languages, and 100 points each in physics, chemistry, history, geography and politics.I looked at my score, it was exactly 884 points, and I was secretly happy, but there was still no emotion on the surface. She has always been good at pretending. Only three classes appear in this column. Class 2 has "4" written on it, class 7 has "2" written on it, and class 3 has "1" written on it.The next column is "840-860" points, and the number of people in each class appears one after another.She turned to go out and said to the teacher, our class did very well in the exam. The teacher closed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips with a reserved smile, suppressing his joy in front of his colleagues in the office.Suddenly opened his eyes and said wait a minute. She took out a fountain pen and told her to write a few words on the watch before copying. Luo Zhi said, write what? She pointed to the first row of Class 3 and said, write here, Sheng Huainan, 921.5.