Chapter 10 Chapter 9 "I suddenly remembered the worst dream I had this morning," 1998.

Kang Zhengxing I had a dream. It was about a little boy who walked into a cave. The cave was dark and deep, and the surrounding rock walls were damp but warm. I lay down in the cave and let my body curl up.This dream was terrible, I opened my eyes, and it was 4:17, still early, I closed my eyes again, turned over, stuffed my head into the quilt, and started all over again. I had another dream. About a boy who walked out of a black hole, there was a white river outside the black hole, and there were blue fish swimming in the white river, she seemed to be saying something in her mouth, I couldn’t understand, I asked her , she said she was just memorizing chemical elements silently.

This dream is worse. I woke up again, the sky outside the window was still gray, it was 4:29. I turned around and fell asleep again. I still had a dream. About a little boy, he wanted to find the North Star, and then make good friends with the North Star. He asked people passing by everywhere, where is the North Star?Where is the North Star? No one answered him, everyone just laughed at his stupidity, they said to him: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can be friends with Polaris? If you want to be friends with Polaris, you have to cast Shoot fifty-eight three-pointers, run a 100-meter run in eight seconds, and skip more than fifteen classes before you have the chance to be good friends with Polaris.”

But the boy still didn't give up and looked everywhere for the whereabouts of the Polaris. He walked to a lake, tired, and wanted to drink some water. He looked up and saw the reflection of a bright star on the lake. He thought it was the North Star he had been looking for for a long time, so he walked slowly towards the center of the lake. But the waves were disturbed by his steps, and the reflection of the Polaris scattered around him. He stopped, fearing that the Polaris would just disappear, and he didn't dare to move again for a long time. So he just stopped in the middle of the lake, not saying a word, not moving, like a sculpture.

He closed his eyes and smiled contentedly. He knew that he would always be by Polaris' side. And I know it's the worst dream I've ever had. "Kang Zhengxing! Kang Zhengxing, you're going to be late!" I was woken up by a loud voice yelling at me, and I grabbed the alarm clock under the bed with one hand, 7:13, oops!I'm going to be late, wasn't it just after four o'clock?hateful! "Kang Zhengxing! If you don't get up again, you will be finished!" I am doomed!I am doomed!I am doomed! I lay on the window railing and looked downstairs. Yu Shouheng was riding her Spyder, right at the door of my house. I turned around and rushed to the closet to take out a crumpled school shirt, buttoned two or three at random, and pulled out a stack of bottom clothes School trousers, sit at the end of the bed and put them on, reversed?Take it off, put on the other side, socks?Yes, my socks?where is the beltAnd schoolbags?

I stepped down the stairs along the wooden planks, and my dad poked his head out from the bedroom on the first floor. I didn't have time to pay attention to him. I turned the door and put on my cloth shoes. "Late, late, late, late, late." "Shh, stop yelling! Hurry up! I'm too late!" "Late, late, Kang Zhengxing's love is late." "Stop being childish, hurry up!" I stepped on the bazooka mounted on the rear wheel of his bicycle (a good helper for people on bicycles.), supported his back, patted his shoulder, and urged him to go fast. "I'm going to buy breakfast." He said deliberately.

"You're annoying." I said. "I forgot to bring my summer homework." He said deliberately. "Stop messing around." "Let's skip class." He was really annoying. "You're crazy, school starts today." I yelled at him. Yes, today is the first day of school. I am in the third year of Hanyang High School, and I think again that I am facing the countdown to the college entrance examination. I don’t know what my first choice is, but my dad’s The requirements are very high, and I just want to have a national university. I stood behind the bicycle, along the path along the back embankment, the patch of miscanthus on the left was crushed by the blowing breeze.

A few clouds in the sky seem to speed up and drift. If I take a deep breath and close my eyes, I can feel the flow of the world. What?what am i doingOops, it's 7:28, damn it, I'm about to start self-study, how can I still feel the ghost flow of some ghost world? "Rush! Rush!" Yu Shouheng took advantage of the small downhill and swooped down. "Slow down!" "Didn't you say hurry up?" Yelling, I suddenly remembered the face of my tutor Yelaoshr, her evening lady. But today's wind is really cool, with a little familiar smell of grass, mixed with the astringent fragrance of water vapor in the stones in the air, it should have been a little rain last night, of course, there is still sunshine hug.

I think, I still love summer. Sure enough, I was still late. Classes divided into boys and girls stood on both sides. The master of ceremonies on the command platform recited the procedures that have not been changed for a hundred years with strange voices and tunes. Yu Shouheng stood behind me, and I secretly glanced at him. His height has grown again, like the height gap between me and him has increased exponentially in the past three years of high school. I remember when I was in the third year of junior middle school, I didn't realize this. At that time, we were all boys with outstanding height in the class, but it was only a few months. Yes, maybe we graduated from the third year of junior high school. That summer, when he started playing basketball, he was different.

When I first found out about it, it was my freshman year of high school. We also went to Hanyang High School (inexplicably in the same class again). During the first physical examination for freshmen, he stood in front of me to measure his height and weight, while I stood behind him and looked at the back of his head. , I suddenly found that he was half a head taller than me. Only then did I realize that he had become much bigger than I imagined. It seems that from that moment on, whenever I met him face to face, I would involuntarily find that my chin was raised, and that he had grown up, not the old Yu Shouheng.

His arm was starting to firm up and have lines, but mine was still soft, with no muscle whatsoever. He became dark, but no matter how I tan, it was only red. His chin began to grow prickly stubble. No matter how I grow it, it's just a few fine hairs on the top of his lips. At first, I was a little discouraged and a little sad, but I think this should be the mentality of comparison among "peers" that the teacher taught us. Although I kept convincing myself that it wasn't a big deal at all, it was just a matter of genetics. However, since the first year of high school, maybe because of Yu Shouheng's tall figure, he also has a slightly handsome appearance (I really don't want to admit this, the word "handsome", for me, should only describe people like Takeshi Kaneshiro or Andy Lau male star.), and, in addition, his self-righteous attitude, unruly personality, carefree and informal in everything (all the similar rhetoric I have learned are suitable for him.) and other characteristics make him unique different.

Therefore, the conclusion is that no matter whether he intends to show off or not, what he does will still attract everyone's attention. Like in the first year of high school, once again, because of inexplicable fate, he and I served as the flag-raiser of the court meeting together (every week, one shift will take advantage of the rhythm of the national flag song to raise the national flag on the top of the flagpole. This kind of work.), when we raised the national flag halfway, it may be because of the strong wind that the ropes were twisted together, and the national flag was stuck on about half of the flagpole, and we couldn’t pull it apart. The students under the flag-raising stage just stared there blankly. Even the band started to play the national flag anthem for the second time. Everyone still didn't know what happened now. The principal and teachers also looked up, but no one came to solve our embarrassing situation, and I was at a loss when I was nervous, so I could only look at Yu Shouheng who was opposite. But Yu Shouheng, he was calmer than anyone else, he just frowned, then suddenly grabbed the flagpole, climbed up naturally, loosened the rope wrapped around him naturally, then slid down naturally, and pulled the rope again naturally , Raised the national flag in front of everyone in the school. I think it's just that he takes it for granted, so that all the publicity actions on him will have a strange elegance, not pretentious or excessive. From then on, as long as I walked with him at school, I would always be aware of some glances or whispers around me. Like once I walked out of the welfare agency with him. "Do you know that senior just now?" I asked. "Who?" He turned on the mineral water and poured it wildly. "Where is it?" He didn't even look at it. "The one next to the corridor, she's been watching you." "She greeted you." "Why do you know me when you say hello?" "But she's still looking at you now." I secretly glanced back. "do you know her?" "I do not recognize." "Then why should I know you?" Right. no? right? How could I be swayed by his inexplicable theories every time? Is he too nervous, or has he never cared about anything? "Kang Zhengxing!" Yu Shouheng called me, and I came back to my senses. The principal just finished training, and I turned to look at him. "Have you not had enough sleep yet?" he said sarcastically. I wanted to make a face at him, but I tilted my head and saw not far behind him, a girl I had never seen before, wearing our school girl uniform, daringly passed by our class and headed for the command platform. direction to go. All the boys in our class seem to pay attention to her, but she ignores it and just walks silently with her head down. She also has a unique temperament. Standing on the podium, the dean of students took a microphone to give admonishment to all the students in the school for the new semester, and then announced that this semester, the school transferred a "different" female student. She was an overseas Chinese who came back from Japan to study in Taiwan. It's the girl I noticed just now. However, the "different" in the dean's mouth is not because of her special school status, but because she has long hair that almost reaches her waist. The dean of the dean angrily said that since he wants to transfer to "Hanyang High School", he must abide by the school rules of "Hanyang". , Han? Yang? High?), in this school, no one is different, everyone is equal, no privileges, no exceptions.Because there is a difference, it will cause students to compare mentality, and having a comparative mentality will make school students spend too much time comparing themselves with others. Mr. Xu, who teaches Chinese, obviously has long hair and big waves. How can there be equality? The school publishes all the grades of the whole school on the bulletin board, and carefully ranks them, and then uses red and green to distinguish who is progressing and who is regressing. Isn't this encouraging students to compare with each other? I can only say that sometimes I really don't understand the dean's theory. The dean of students standing on the command platform took out a pair of scissors (it was clearly stored in advance.), and then picked up the girl's long hair, cut it off from behind the ear with one knife, and then stood a little farther away Look, and cut off the hair in front of the forehead, and it was a neat cut. The girl still lowered her head, expressionless, and accompanied the dean to perform the show in front of the whole school. But I seemed to see something in her eyes, like a kind of cry, but it wasn't the angry kind, or the kind that made the voice a little hoarse. And her hair, along with the wind, blows in all directions. I suddenly remembered the worst dream I had this morning. However, such associations are simply a way of writing novels, and they have no meaning at all to me.