Chapter 2 Chapter 1 "My name is Kang Zhengxing, Xing of Planets", 1998.

Kang Zhengxing I think this summer will be over soon. A friend once told me that if when I was wandering on some road, I suddenly tried to start and hum a favorite song, but even I didn’t remember the name of the song, and I forgot how the tune turned, No matter how you hum, it's just a few "la la la..." that don't make a tune. When I am troubled in every possible way, I can choose an empty street corner and stop. Take a deep breath, close your eyes tightly, keep smiling, wait a moment, and listen quietly to the sounds of the world. It's like someone, singing softly beside me.

The trick to this magic trick is, remember, you have to breathe in a circle, exhale, like me now, take a deep breath, exhale, smile, then wait, breathe again, exhale, smile. At first, because I suddenly realized that I would believe this stupid and boring trick, I coughed and laughed a few times shyly.But then I tried my best to convince myself that I should at least respect this "sacred ceremony" that my friend told me about.So, I put on a serious and serious posture, stood where I was, continued to take a deep breath, exhale, smile, and wait. I have no way of estimating how long the time has passed, and I am not sure whether the world will just stand still after I close my eyes.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly had a "warm" feeling. Yes, warm. Because I had the opportunity to listen to the voice that I thought was very familiar, I found that I was re-acquainted with this town, and then began to "miss" the "warmth" of what happened to me in this town. For example, the continuous sound of horns on the street, the guardian mother of the nearby elementary school, carefully guarding the children's traffic safety, I once held her hand to cross the road, and the second floor of the next alley, playing mocking rock music , that was the first British rock band "Blur" I knew; or it was like the cat in the store in front, scratching the glass with its paws, and softly let out a sympathetic little wail, like when I was five years old, picking up The stray cat I got here was fat and round, and I called her "Moon".

The current time is June 11, 1998. As far as I know, in the small world, some people are concerned that this year's El Nino phenomenon may cause the earth to experience a historically high temperature, and the earth Will it be destroyed? But I think what most people care more about is, how many times have you seen "Titanic"?How many times have you cried over Jack sinking into the bottom of the ocean?Also, even if you don't know many English words, you will definitely be able to sing two or three lines in the song "My Heart Will Go On". However, this is not what I care about, all of this? Is it? What I should be most concerned about right now.

What I am most concerned about now is that if I choose to continue to stand in this corner, waiting for a miracle to come, the math final exam of self-study this morning is bound to be over; but if I choose to open my eyes and rush to the school exam, maybe I will die all my life Because I can't remember exactly how to hum this song, it makes me cynical about my future life. The summer of the year I was seventeen had already begun. I stood on a relatively prosperous street in this declining town in the east, towards the direction of "Hanyang High School". I stopped, wearing sweat-soaked clothes School uniforms, backpacks carrying violent textbooks.The days of the second year of high school began to count down, and there were 386 days left before the college entrance examination, and 5,469 pages were left before all the reference book test questions were completed, but how far was it from the future?

The weather is fine today, with a slight cool breeze blowing across my forehead, drying off my sweat. Do any of the passers-by know me, maybe they all bow their heads and laugh at my stupid way of walking.But I always keep smiling, full of patience and confidence, looking forward to that song that I forgot how to hum, maybe at a certain second it will really evoke memory in my ears. So I waited and kept smiling, and I figured that smile was definitely one of the main things that made me look doubly stupid. Among this group of passers-by A, B, C, I am just one of them, and no one will remember me in particular.

But, like most people, in this life, I just want to be remembered by someone. And my name is——. "Kang Zhengxing!" Kang Zhengxing. "Kang is on the way!" Yes, health is right, health is health, justice is right, planetary behavior. "Kang...is...going...!" Wait, I frowned. You heard it right, this familiar voice. Before I had time to react, I was hit hard on the back of the head by this guy, and I lost my center of gravity and fell forward. He did it on purpose. That's right, I will never forget the voice calling my name. Except for him, no one else tried to make me aware of his existence in such a childish and violent way.

I was on the tiled road, squinting my eyes and raised my head. His silhouette was outlined by the glare of the sun. The black figure against the backlight, he smiled slightly, and stretched out his left hand to lift me who was sitting upside down on the ground. There are calluses from basketball practice on the palm of his hand, which is hot and wet. "Are you suffering from heat stroke?" He repeatedly put his palm on my forehead, and then tried his own, but I really doubt, does he know the difference between heat stroke and a cold? "No." I pushed his hand away. "I'll drive you to the health room."

"I don't have heat stroke." "The health room can be air-conditioned." I think he's someone who never gets to the point. "boarding." boarding. He insisted on pulling me into his "Spyder", y, Spyder, this Giant off-road bike he had been riding for several years. The name "Spyder" comes from the Porsche 550 sports car produced in the 1950s. It represents the most rebellious man in the United States, "James Dean". He died in a car accident in 1955. (I saw it in the "James Dean Biography" that he borrowed from me. I think it was the only extra-curricular book he read besides comic books.) And his The handle of the "Spyder" he was riding was crooked during the "30-day bicycle trip around the island" held by himself during the summer vacation in 1997.

He is called Yu Shouheng, the guardian of the guardian, and the constant of the stars. After meeting him in 1991, I began to believe that aliens from other strange planets really lived on the earth.