Chapter 35 Chapter 9 Qin Yu's Mind (3)

Chapter 9 Qin Yu's Mind (3) Sunny Monday, June 2 It's Monday again. Wang Haiyan seems to be in a bad mood these days.I don't know what else to complain about like her.I'd be so happy if I could change places with her.I think she is a very independent and intelligent person, and it should be smooth sailing for a person like her.In the past, I also praised her for being lucky, and complained about my bad luck. After listening to her, she said, in fact, everyone has a set pattern. Most of the time, your luck depends on what kind of person you are , not entirely by chance.Thinking about it now, what she said made sense. There is indeed a personality factor in luck.

For example, the so-called "foolish people are blessed with stupidity" - the "stupid person" referred to must be a wise man who is well versed in the philosophy of life.I don't know where I read it, and said: Avanti is actually an ordinary old man.When I was a child, I watched cartoons, and what I saw was Avanti, a spokesperson for the working people who was full of hatred and hatred; until today, I slowly thought of looking at him from another angle—then, that poor vagabond who rode a donkey and came and went freely Isn't Han just a contented and lovely ordinary old man?Perhaps, when Wang Haiyan said those words to me, she didn't expect that it had anything to do with her calm and indifferent attitude?She is a person who looks for the goal and rushes forward actively. Her motives are so pure that it is unbelievable. She seems to have never hesitated or confused.

Honestly, I often wondered: what would a boyfriend be like for someone as strong and powerful as her?How clever and powerful that person must be in the face of her whole glowing heart!I can't even imagine what kind of person Wang Haiyan can't let go of and can't leave-does she need someone to support her?If I were to say, among the people I know, who can stand the most stable and straight on their own legs, I would definitely choose her without hesitation.She's a grown-up, and we're all different—so, her boyfriend is a great grown-up too, isn't he? I really want to see what he looks like.

Sunny Tuesday, June 3 It's really hot.I have been praying: God bless, God bless, I hope it will rain cats and dogs during the days of the college entrance examination!Wang Haiyan said, I was dumbfounded by this "heinous" examination system.Only a top-notch student like her dares to call the examination system "heinous".I didn't dare, and I didn't have any big opinions on the examination system. At most, I said: It's fine if you don't take the exam!Wang Haiyan can no longer take the exam, she is on the sidelines, so she dares to scold casually—as for me, scolding is not allowed these days.

After school today, I walked home as usual.There are two girls behind me, talking while walking - they are very close to me, but not beyond me, I don't know why. First I heard one person whisper to another: "Look, isn't this person's hair pretty?" Then the other person said: "Well, it's pretty." I thought, they're not talking about me. ?Then I smiled and thought that the whole body, that is, the hair, could be a little more boastful. The two walked quietly, wondering if they were thinking about something.After a while, I heard the relatively crisp voice at the beginning saying:

"Did Zhu Lei tell you anything?" The sweeter voice asked, "Tell me what?" A crisper voice said, "Oh, then, I didn't tell you——then I'll tell you." The sweeter voice showed a slightly interested expression, and immediately asked, "What do you mean?" The clear and crisp voice stopped, and it was a trick.I only heard a sweet voice urging: "Oh, say it, say it--if you don't say it, I don't want to listen anymore!" I laughed and thought, maybe one person stared at the other person a little bit, so Another person will be anxious.

Only then did the crisp voice speak: "Xu Zhenguo told us today that last time he asked that person whether he liked you or not—" In the middle of speaking, suddenly there was no sound again.The sweet voice no longer urged.After a while, the crisp voice couldn't hold back, and said anxiously: "Hey, do you want to hear it?" "I didn't say I wanted to hear it. It's what you want to say. What does it have to do with me?" The sweet voice said even sweeter. A little smile leaked out of the crisp voice, and he dragged his voice, saying, "Oh, then, I won't say anything—it doesn't matter to me either. It has nothing to do with you, and it's even more out of touch with me."

The sweet voice was probably a little unexpected. After a pause, he replied firmly: "If you don't say anything, don't say it. No one has to listen." "Okay, you said it!" The crisp voice was finalized.So the two of them stopped talking. After walking for a while, the crisp voice sounded again, saying: "Oh, forget it, you are pitiful, let me tell you." When I heard this suddenly, I couldn't help smiling, thinking, she couldn't hold it anymore Ah; so I listened more attentively—only to hear her say: "That person seems to say, a little bit."

The sweet voice didn't speak immediately, and after a short pause, he asked hesitantly, "A little bit of what?" "Pretending to be garlic! Do you think I don't know you?" The crisp voice was elongated and elongated, with a treacherous element in it, "A little bit—like—like—you—ah!" The sweet voice was silent—I couldn't help but look back, and I couldn't help it with difficulty.He heard the crisp voice and said again: "Hey, why aren't you surprised at all?" Then the sweet voice said: "What's all this fuss about?" I listened to the honey-like sweet smile in her voice, and I also smiled alone there.I heard a crisp voice sighing with ulterior motives again: "Oh——" the sweet voice became anxious, and yelled strangely with a smile: "Oh, what are you doing!" The crisp voice mischievously said: "Ah, what am I doing?" The sweet voice said: "You, you...you--" I couldn't continue, I got stuck.After a while, the two suddenly laughed together.

After laughing, calm down slowly.The crisp voice said slowly: "I think—it's better to tell you." There was silence.I imagined the gentle eyes of the two female students smiling at each other, and suddenly felt that they made the world brighter. I walked into the dark stairway and murmured to myself: How good it is to be alive!How good to be young!How nice it would be to find myself in love every day, to lift my face and smile a little—for whatever reason—! I had already entered the doorway, and I turned back again——on the side of the road outside the door, there was a person selling flowers!I saw purple forget-me-nots quietly blooming in the plastic bucket at his feet.

Wednesday June 4th sunny The little purple flower of forget-me-not spit out its pistil quietly by my bedside.When I wake up in the morning, it is the first thing I see; before going to bed at night, I still have to take a look at it. Today I met that little boy Qin Yu again in the reading room.Regardless of what other people were doing, he said loudly, "This is really upside-down!" I was taken aback by him-I think he might be the only upside-down person in this school. But how incredible was his childlike look!I always wanted to see more of that look on his face.I really don't understand how he kept this fascinating expression intact. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows, the fine lines around his mouth, and the contours of his face all showed a kind of childlike clarity.For some reason, I always wanted to ask him if he ever had a cat.Somehow I think he had—maybe still has—a cat.Maybe, his solitude, cynicism, and his childish selfishness and eccentricity, which are cute and funny, are all infected from the cat? At the moment when he said "This is really upside-down", I suddenly realized something-what?I suddenly thought: Maybe it was the strong tension between his age and his childishness that pulled him so painfully?Perhaps his childhood was being untimely prolonged, hindering his growth? —Maybe that's why, he looks so restless and confused? Perhaps, he can only end his childhood on his own, no matter how much he wishes to prolong it.Maybe, he hasn't realized it yet - how I want to remind him!However, I don't have that ability. I can't express my feelings and speak freely like Wang Haiyan. Besides, for such an important matter, no one else can break it down for you, you have to understand it by yourself——I always think so. He has to figure it out on his own. I sat across from him, and although I didn't look at him, I could feel him clearly.Sometimes, when I raise my eyes a little, I can see his hands on the table—his bony hands are always fidgeting and making small movements, with extremely rich expressions. Once or twice, I almost looked at him. Bewitched.I don't know if other people will be like me, going to the reading room to look at other people's hands at this critical moment before the college entrance examination, but I am like this-I am born to be a silly girl, and I can do some inexplicable silly things. thing. I was doing my homework quietly on the seat, and the words I wrote came alive one after another, dancing in a big circle in front of my eyes-how happy I am! This little boy-like Qin Yu——I walked to the door, still wanting to take another look at him.I have an intuition that every second I spend with him is precious—every second is lost, and the time I spend with him is irretrievably lost. Shortened, I'm unlikely to see him many more times.No matter who it is, I always feel a little sad when I think of being separated.And he—oh, how I love his childlike look! Here it comes again: The moment I stepped into the sun, the atrium suddenly seemed to be turned on, shining brightly.I turned around... Life turned into golden thread after thread all around me, spinning and spinning, spinning and spinning... I really had the urge to fly, up and up, and dissolve into the sun. This little boy Qin Yu turned on the light for my heart, so the whole world became brighter—even the color of the sky changed! When I was bouncing and walking towards the classroom, my heart was full of vitality and an unprecedented fresh taste: The heart is singing. It must be trying to sing something from the heart, but you can't stop it - you go to pull its hind legs, but only a few feathers are pulled: "Hula la", it rushed straight into the bright sun . The heart sings, and the golden notes are trimmed with silver. Thursday June 5th sunny It is 23:47 in the middle of the night, and I have just filled in the missing political answers on the exercise paper.Get up from the chair, walk back and forth in the room twice, relax your hands and feet - I even recalled the ballet I learned when I was a child, and jumped a few times in this small space - no, no, no, The steps were so rusty that I laughed myself at the ridiculousness of my appearance. I want to take a physique class after I finish my college entrance examination, and relive the joy of dancing ballet when I was a child—I don’t know if it can be realized?Last time, by chance, I saw a pair of dancing shoes in a small alley. I didn’t buy them at first, but when I made up my mind, I walked two streets and went back to buy them. Now they are In my bedside table, the tenderest peach skin red still shines in the shadows as always, waiting for me to wear it one day to dance the rainbow-like crystal and romance that only belongs to me. And now, I keep this legend vacuum-sealed and wait patiently for the day when it will be opened. Every day during these days is very happy, I don't know why.Having grown up so much, I have never had such a strong confidence in myself-I am suddenly very satisfied with myself, my life, and the coming of the college entrance examination.I had never been so calm and alive that the situation seemed so out of place. Sometimes, I would smile unknowingly when I was reciting a book there——I don’t know what makes me so happy, but I just feel happy blindly.The sun is so bright that I can see everything clearly.Maybe it's because I grew up?Growing up, then, is a wonderful thing.Just now, Wang Haiyan poked her face at me in surprise, and asked, "Hey, read the love letter? It's so beautiful, what's the matter?" I just woke up from a dream and realized that I was smiling like thirteen o'clock when I was reciting the book .But I was lazy, unwilling to stop my own comfort at this point—a love letter?There are no love letters, but the weather is so beautiful! After a while, Wang Haiyan said again: "Jiji." I asked slowly, "Why?" "When I first fell in love with someone, I always thought that I don't need to express anything to him, it's not bad to just stay in the cloud all the time—right?" After hearing her words, I smiled, my heart was lazy, I didn't think much about it, and I didn't answer her. The heart is really singing! Sunny Friday, June 6 When I went to school at noon, I saw the flower seller on the side of the road again.Walking out of the house, I have been listening to the sound of "clinking" coins in my pocket all the way.The first time I saw him, I rushed over and bought his forget-me-not without hesitation. Walking into the classroom, the eyes of the class all pointed at me.I didn't expect that a small bouquet of flowers would bring such a sensational effect.They looked at me, then at the little purple flower in my hand, and their eyes were all alive.I walked to my seat and heard them asking, "Who are these flowers for?" I said, "No one." These elm heads.The tense life in the third year usurped their imagination - do you have to give away flowers when you buy them? I found a small glass bottle, filled it with water, put the flowers in it, and put it on the windowsill.The window is open, and the early summer breeze is blowing, and the little flowers are slightly shaken by the teasing, with a kind of drunken sweet pleasure.I was working on a very annoying number sequence problem, and I occasionally looked up at the little purple flower, feeling happy for no reason, and couldn't help but say to Wang Haiyan: "I'm so happy!" She looked at me and smiled very slowly up. Wang Haiyan must be unhappy.She looked at me smiling and seemed to be complaining: How can you be so happy?how can?So, I laughed a little awkwardly. Still, what a noon!What a good mood!what a flower!I looked at them from time to time, and suddenly thought: If that tired little boy Qin Yu saw them, how would he feel?does he smileWill he ask me "Who are these flowers for" like those elm heads? Maybe... maybe, if he asks me, I'll give him all these little flowers.How I want to remind him to look at these flowers!How much I want to remind him: there are so many beautiful, touching people and things in this world that are worthy of our liking and liking, nostalgia and nostalgia, waiting for us to discover and enjoy slowly what! ——Forget-me-not yes, clear sky yes...for me, this little boy Qin Yu, he is too.