Chapter 2 Title: Mayfly

[one] This summer seems to have the determination to melt something, the whole road is transpiring and twisting in sight, and the cake forgotten on the dinner table slowly collapses into a sticky cream line.The window of the house next door is open, and the fan is reflected in the setting sun, stirring the deep yellow and light yellow tirelessly.Cicada's cry draws a chessboard in the air, and the noise has expanded most of the layout. The TV shows that tomorrow will still be hot and sunny. [two] It took a long time for the crowd to walk out of the teaching building and still did not disperse. It gathered with the parents guarding outside the school gate. The road was tightly blocked, and the drivers honked their horns frequently.

Mom and Dad came up together, and Mom couldn't hold back and asked "How do you feel?" Instead, Dad interrupted her and said, "Don't ask, the exam is over." The three of them stood on the side of the road and stopped for a long time. to a taxi.It took a lot of time to break out from the congested road.Turning his head and looking out the window, the information in too many faces is expansive, and the central point cannot be extracted immediately. It was like a swarming noise-like sound.The broadcast pointer searched at a loss among countless frequencies in the rustle. "Where are we going to eat next?" "Is it okay to change my computer after the exam?" "This year's questions are not as difficult as last year." "It's over!" "I'm going on a trip tomorrow!"" Burn all the books when you go back."

"Finally..." "Liberation..." "Ten years..." "Finally..." "Bye." "Well, bye." "Call me home." "byebye." After the taxi left the examination room, he turned two corners and passed the high school where he had studied for three years.It has already entered the holiday, and the building stands as silent as a coral reef. Although it takes several minutes to walk from one end to the other on weekdays, in a taxi, it is only a blink of an eye to turn around to see it. The red brick-faced buildings that are cut into smaller angles.In sight, the real closes like a door that gradually closes.

So I began to imagine that if there is another dimension in the world, there are gods, and there is music that is as clearly visible as smoke, they have gradually raised the temperature from the car tires rubbing against the ground, from the initial subtle , to the ensuing distinctive scent.On the day of July 8 a few years ago, when the college entrance examination had not been advanced to June, at noon when everything was declared over, the sun was scorching and baking, and the periphery of the trees projected a burning smell, and the world was breaking and falling from the rope The small glass bottle, facing the earth, whether it is soft or hard soil.

July 7th.July 8th.The last day is July 9th. [three] First across the bank, then across the street, then next door, until after many years, it finally knocked on the door of its own home from distant rumors and knowledge.The word "College Entrance Examination", which I have known since the first day of becoming a student, has finally appeared on the signboard of "Next Stop" after more than ten years. laughing. The problem in my heart is not that there is a hollow that looks like a collapse, nor is it that a black-gray mountain rock appears.Instead, there are both cavities and rocks, but they cannot be filled together. They exist at the same time but they are independent.45 minutes of self-study is extended every night, or the college entrance examination mobilization meeting is held every weekend-the purplish red ceiling of the school conference hall is dotted with beautiful lights, and when you squint your eyes, you can even think of some romantic and beautiful things. Although what the principal said while holding the microphone has nothing to do with romance and beauty.

It is like a virtual chrysalis that is constantly changing in size, and when it realizes, something has already flown away irretrievably from it.The head teacher announced that the senior high school students will have a holiday one month in advance, in order to allow candidates to review at home and meet the exam in more than 20 days. [Four] That's something everyone brings up and asks.When relatives came to eat, two of the three sentences were concerned about "Are you sure?" Mom's old friends rarely called, "What volunteer did your daughter apply for" became a topic of concern to her.The TV news has been talking about the college entrance examination every day since a week ago.From prohibiting night construction on construction sites to ensure that candidates can rest, to this year's question type will mainly test students' comprehensive ability-even though everyone knows that it is full of high-sounding bullshit.

Perhaps because of this, for a while, what I didn't understand was whether this matter was too big, or I was too small, why I couldn't find a way to properly dock it on my own path.Even when I put down the book and stand in front of the window for a while, I will not be told by my mother, "Why waste time", but will be affirmed by "It's good to take a break and relax". Even mothers are wary of things.There is an extra sea bass that is cooked every two days on the dinner table.The father in charge said that this menu should be maintained until the end of the exam.As for Jinshierkang and cod liver oil, I have been taking it for half a year.

Is this matter too important, or I am too small, so small that I can't adapt to its importance. [Fives] I walked a long way in the last twenty minutes of the language test.I was assigned to the examination room of a strange school. In each modified classroom, only 2/3 of the original desks and chairs remained, and the admission ticket number was posted on the corner of the desk. The invigilator will help you after you fill in your name. Check them one by one. Didn't lose sleep the night before.Although I had a dream related to the college entrance examination.But the composition questions in the dream I remember are different from the reality printed on the test paper.So some truths are nothing but sustenance of nothingness, don’t take it seriously, no one will take it seriously -_,-

From early vacation, leaving school, to gathering again in the examination room, those who were assigned to the same classroom unfortunately did not have a single familiar face, and even if they knew each other, they did not chat with each other, and took the mineral water they brought with them. just drink. The only thing is that at the end of the exam, I saw the back of the boy I liked walking down the stairs. Then came the farewell chapter where the college entrance examination ended on July 9, and there was no time for preparation. [six] A life that ends in days. Insects called mayflies in summer.Greenish and pale yellow body and wings.What a last sight of the world before the sun goes down.

[seven] I should have thought about an ending that is more bloody and white, but it is indeed more tearful.With a sad and nostalgic expression, I walked through my footprints in high school, hugging each other with good or bad relationships, and then came to a successful conclusion in the sublimation of love and friendship.But in fact, the taxi narrowed the scenery behind it into weaker fixed points. At this time, you can still see the heat of the street pierced by the sun. The hustle and bustle condensed by all kinds of voices has gone away completely. The world is a white empty shell. In a certain dimension I imagined, it was thrown into the distance by a parabola.Then there is the long thread that was pulled away after it, as if restoring a huge weaving painting, all of my past, ten years, understandable and incomprehensible, weak, childish, and dazed Urgent, true, unique, ridiculously white, crossing borders, lost, resting...

[Eight] Compressed in just a few days, done. The world is a sieve of lemon yellow in the pupil. Subject: Sugar The wind brings some autumnal impressions. The coolness that has not yet become clear is hidden in the occasional gaps in the air, and you will miss it if you don't pay attention.Wood sorrel bushes, with their purple-red flowers, have always been confused with alfalfa.Find four leaves and you will find happiness, a fairy-tale legend. The past, packed in honey jars, exudes its fragrance in the warm evening.Then it was picked up by both hands, and you saw yourself running and saying "it's mine, I found it" as you stumbled, and disappeared in the early autumn fog in a blink of an eye. At that time, even a can of sugar could affect other sweetness. When mom and dad are still busy going back to the city, you live with grandma, and there is uncle at home, which seems to be a family of three.Grandma is a good person, and so is uncle, but not everything a good person does is good. I live in an old-fashioned Lane in Shanghai. The house is quite big, with a loft at the edge of the sky. There is a faucet for bathing outside. One year, there was a heavy rain, and the flood washed the washbasin outside, like an unclean washbasin. pool.At that time, you used a dustpan to fill water with your grandma.Listen to her tell some daddy stories, because grandma doesn't like mommy, so she just tells daddy stories. Maybe it's because my mother didn't make me a boy, the "grandson" that all the older generations love, so the contradictions will always be intensified.Occasionally, father brings mother back to visit relatives, and the rare occasion will become the end of the final quarrel. You watch grandma chase father and mother into the alley, poke your fingers excitedly, and use fierce words as "goodbye" replace. You are still with her. It’s not like such a fictional plot because of being angry everywhere. After all, grandma is still a nagging old lady. She gave you money to buy cold drinks, allowed you to take the wild cats on the road home to raise them, and let you stay in the house on weekends. Watch animation and eat in bed.It's just that occasionally when you wake up from a nap, you hear her say to her uncle who is resting, "That little girl, you are too lazy to come here, just like her mother!" Open your sleepy eyes a little and look out the window. A few unknown petals fell on the shed. The significance of autumn is that many festivals are concentrated at that time, and the most grand Spring Festival is one step closer to oneself.The meaning of the festival is that, among the turbulent crowd returning to the city for the festival, father and mother are also present. Although quarrels are inevitable, the family can still live a normal life when they come back occasionally.Mom was making dumplings, Dad was cooking in the kitchen, grandma went to buy wine, and uncle called relatives one by one.You sit next to the new clothes your mother bought, touch it with your hand, touch it again, and giggle excitedly, not knowing where you are heading. The days go by so fast.Autumn is a short time after spring.It seems that the leaves just shook slightly, and the yellow faded so quickly, hiding under the lonely white and refusing to show up again.On the first day your parents left, your uncle came home drunk. You took homework and asked him to sign it for you, but you got a slap in the face. I may not understand anything when I was young, but I have a strong memory. You are sitting in the alley, looking at the neighbor kid who came running from a distance with a lollipop. Mess.His parents eventually came and asked "What are you doing? What are you doing?" Presumably, you just have a sudden craving for sugar.