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Spent the last of his studies in an ordinary high school.
met a girl.
She just transferred back from Wuhan.
The first time she took me to eat hot dry noodles, she didn't think this bowl of noodles was so delicious.
Unexpectedly, hot dry noodles have become my favorite pasta. Directly affected the years of nearly ten years.
She lives alone in the county seat. Dad works in Wuhan. Her parents divorced when she was born.
Dad remarried and his stepmother was a nurse.
It wasn't until I got in touch with her for a long time that I learned that she had a younger brother. Just turned one year old.
She did not want to mention this brother. And repeatedly asked me not to tell about her having a younger brother.
"Why? Is it abnormal to have a younger brother?"
"We're half-brothers. I don't like him."
At that time, we were walking side by side on the school playground, and the shadows of the leaves of the plane trees moved with the wind.
She lives in the same county with her stepmother. Life does not intersect. Each lives in its own house.
She is only 16 years old.
Once, I asked her where did your mother go.
"Dead." He answered lightly.
I thought she was speaking in anger.
Unexpectedly, she turned around and explained to me very seriously.
"Died of liver cancer two years ago. I didn't go to her funeral. My sister did."
"I don't have much relationship with her. She left me when I was just born. My sister has a deep relationship with her. After all, she brought her sister to 8 years old."
"Aren't you sad?" I asked.
"No. It's like hearing about a stranger's death. She's also married. Has a kid."
"It's so pitiful." I sighed.
"She chose it herself."
She said very little. Probably because of the relationship at the same table, we will become good friends.
She told me a lot about Wuhan, which aroused my longing. At that time, I decided that if I could go to university, I would like to go to Wuhan University.
I have been to her home in the county seat. Empty and unpopular. Every penny she spends goes through her stepmother's approval. Very early on, I learned to observe words and emotions and learn to be independent.
"The hot dry noodles here are not authentic at all. The ones eaten in Wuhan are authentic."
While complaining, she pursed her mouth and dropped the chopsticks.
? In the first semester of senior high school, the arts and sciences are divided into subjects.
She chose liberal arts. I applied for science.
Occasionally I saw it on campus, and passed by with a smile.
We didn't play together for a long time. Why do I remember her deeply.
Because in her eyes, I saw deep loneliness. This loneliness stings me.
She rejects people and things from the outside world. Be wary of everything and be careful.
There are six people living in our dormitory.
It was a very dark building. Dark stairs, dark rooms. The hallway smelled of damp. The leaves of the ivy covered most of the wall.
They come from different villages in the county.
When the dormitory arrives. The aunt in charge of the dormitory would order us to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
But there are still so many homework left unwritten. I had to secretly take out the flashlight and write the test paper under the quilt.
It was an unforgettable experience. Maybe my nearsightedness was formed at that time.
There is also time to work overtime until two o'clock in the morning.
But despite being so diligent, I still didn't get into college. It's a bit of a pity.
They laughed and called me a talented woman.
"NoI'm not." Every time, they blushed because of their teasing.
Every time I go to study by myself at night, I will run to the school gate with them to buy supper.
Vermicelli, Roujiamo, Malatang, Chaos everything.
We calculated how many weeks we would last with the money in our hands. Only then will you consider what price to buy for supper.
The light from the street lamps shone indistinctly on our young and innocent faces.
Holding a cheap lunch box in his hand, he laughed while eating. Disposable chopsticks are still everywhere.
There are no classes on Sunday. I will run to the bookstore in front of the school to read books. It is an afternoon at a glance.
I can read a book in one afternoon. It doesn't matter whether you can understand it or not, whether you put it in your mind or not. Anyway, it's over.
The bookstore is crowded with students big and small.
they?I also love reading, but I don¡¯t have extra money to buy books.
The bookstore owner has a rather impatient expression.
Huh, I don't care. Thick-skinned enough to overcome rigidity with softness.
Thinking about it, I was really stupid at that time. Now, even if I have 12% courage, I dare not squat there and read a book.
Participated in the school's 3,000-meter women's race.
However, many girls signed up. For some reason, I was the only one standing on the track when the actual race came.
Anger is a little sad.
The host said, you don't have to run away. The champion is you. Other sports follow. We don't have to waste time. Look at the sky, it's gloomy, it might rain.
"Okaywellwasting my blood." I muttered in my heart.
Then I won the medal for the class in a daze.
Then she became the women's 3,000-meter race champion in a daze.
Everything is like a dream.
For the competition, I have to run three laps every night after self-study. Thought there would be a fight.
As a result, the game ended like this.
A bit disappointed.
I also participated in the editorial recruitment site of the campus newspaper. It's a pity that it was eliminated.
I also submitted a manuscript to the campus newspaper in the name of a classmate.
The result was really hit.
That was the first time my article was printed in a newspaper. I stared at the row of typesetting for a long time, and my eyes filled with hypocritical tears.
One day in June, I passed by the campus of the third year of high school.
White pieces of paper are flying all over the sky.
A group of people stood by the guardrail and shouted.
"Liberated, finally liberated."
They dropped the books. Excited to yell.
Like a soldier returning triumphantly from afar after a victorious battle.
They are standing very high. In my line of sight is a group of inconspicuous small black dots.
The weather in the morning. The fog has not dissipated.
I suddenly envied them. Will I be able to put down all my books one day and cry out liberation like they did?
But I still haven't reached the end.
Two years later, I gave up the college entrance examination.
It's my choice and nobody's business.
Like every ordinary decision. Didn't think too much about it. I just feel that if I give up, I may find a way of life that suits me better.
Maybe it's fear.
Panic failed.
But I never thought of giving up, and I didn't even have the hope of struggling.
There are very few buses in small counties. Always have to wait a long time at the station. I was carrying my schoolbag, and no matter it was windy or rainy, I had to stand under that road sign and wait for the bus to pick me up.
I watched the pattering rain. Like a hopeless life, like endless desolation.
A gust of wind blew by.
a little cold.
Standing next to me was someone who was waiting like me.
We are all students. But will not speak a word.
Each has its own concerns.
"We can only change our destiny by relying on knowledge." It seems to hear him say again.
"But I don't like studying, what should I do"
"This exam is coming to an end again, and I have to go to an Internet cafe to play games with my classmates"
The bus is coming.
Let's get in the car together. He got out of the car and disappeared into the sea of ??people on campus.
The schoolbag is full of anticipation and high hopes.
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