Chapter 512 High School Period

Today is April 1st, April Fool's Day.

So to put it bluntly, this should have happened a month before the beginning. The Monyach disguised as a tugboat on the Yangtze River was still slowly wandering upstream, and the prince and the princess were still talking to each other where the cherry blossoms were always blooming. Talking about love (probably what to eat for lunch and dinner), the grand destiny is still dozing, and the world's attention has not yet focused on one point. All this happened in a lackluster time.

No matter whether we talk about it in detail or not, it always happened quietly. It was there quietly, in that quiet and lazy coastal city, in that school called Shilan. There were only tuition fees, student groups and "nobles". "In the private high school with which we are connected, there is also a boy in the aristocratic high school who is far from the aristocracy - no doubt, it is the boy you are thinking of, the guy who was called a funny character by the director of the photography department. Lu Ming No.

So the protagonist of this short story is probably Lu Mingfei, a boy who even he himself didn't think he would be the protagonist of the story.

But you have to admit that no matter who you are, there will always be a highlight moment. Whether you want it or not, the camera of life will always hit you and push you to the edge like a duck. It will never care whether you play a role in this story. A hero, or a coward. If Lu Mingfei was asked to look back on his life afterwards and think of this short story, he probably would not use the words coward or hero to describe himself. A more appropriate adjective would be "passerby". Just like his name, a person who can A passerby who knows right from wrong.

It’s just that sometimes, it’s not so easy to be a passerby in this world, because it turns out that there will always be a leather pick that is inexplicably placed in your hand for you to give you some weird choices before you consider whether to break it off. Go on. This story is probably the same. No one could have imagined that this accident would bring so many interesting people together, and sparks would burst out that would make the story full of brilliance.

Where to start the story? After all, it is difficult to gain a perspective from a boy whose life has been so boring and dull for the past eighteen years. So let's start with Monday, an ordinary Monday.

At first, we saw Lu Mingfei standing by the window on the third floor of the high school teaching building of Shilan Middle School, looking through the glass at the gray high-rise buildings hidden in the shadows of the city in the distance.

For Lu Mingfei, it was a Monday morning full of boredom and intolerance. The whole world was full of bass, and the sky was filled with dull white. There were no clouds, or in other words, the entire sky was filled with clouds, so white that it seemed a bit dull. Ash. Those blue building curtain walls are inserted straight into the skyline, as if there is a window at the end of the white wall, and the reflection in the window is the same hustle and bustle of the city.

Lu Mingfei doesn't like Mondays.

This sentence is not as intriguing and artistic as "Cats like Kira Yoshikage". This sentence is just stating the fact that no one likes Monday, just like "Lu Mingfei doesn't like his ordinary life for the past eighteen years." ", and "Lu Mingfei didn't like the graduation commemorative short film of the Department of Literature that was filmed yesterday" is a simple statement.

Mondays are full of vitality. This sentence is limited to normal campus life, but campus life in the senior year is undoubtedly pathological and abnormal. Every Monday that passes, the countdown written in chalk on the blackboard will jump sharply, as if it were flooded. A sense of urgency filled the entire classroom. The college entrance examination and university were talked about all the time. It was talked about again and again. The pride during the hundred-day swearing-in should have been worn away over and over again.

Starting from today, Lu Mingfei will have to take the college entrance examination in three months and six days. There is a sense of low pressure in the entire Shilan Middle School. The pressure from all classes and levels in the entire school is slowly increasing. Slowly flowing to the center, to the elite students of the senior high school department.

Probably starting from the second half of the semester, Lu Mingfei discovered that no students from the senior high school department could be seen on the playground. The Ministry of Education’s warning against occupying physical education classes seemed like a joke. If there were piles of books on every student’s desk in the classroom, However, the height of the neck will be looked down upon. If the pile is too high, the teacher will carefully advise to put the books on the ground, so that during the final review, the students who are too stressed will not be able to help themselves and do some little tricks to be lazy. Students and teachers The game is so vividly displayed at this moment.

But the greater the pressure, the lazier Lu Mingfei becomes.

According to the class teacher's private evaluation of him, he is a typical lazy person. The lazier he is, the less competitive he is. Without competitiveness, he is hopeless. The less promising he is, the more cowardly he is. Lu Mingfei does not deny this statement. Because similar words were not only said by the head teacher, but some of his friends also told him about his misfortune and anger, again and again, with impatience on their lips and for his own good in their eyes. So he could only laugh and deal with it.

In fact, at that time, he could still deal with it, but now that the end of the world was really approaching, he suddenly found that no one was paying attention to him, and everyone was busy with their own things. He seemed to be abandoned by the whole world all of a sudden. No one cared about him. The main nagging target of his uncle and aunt at home was not him, but his cousin Lu Mingze, who only mentioned him a few times in passing. In other words, he was perfunctory, so his aunt and uncle were also perfunctory. Everyone was full of impatience. From this, it seems that Lu Mingfei's laziness is not difficult to understand.

Thirty percent of the source of motivation comes from internal forces, and 70% comes from external forces. In an environment where no one has expectations of him, he has long lost the last 30% of motivation for himself. When others sit in the classroom and compete for time to read and read, When he was doing homework, he stood in the corridor and watched the girls from the second grade of high school running and doing exercises. They ran round and round, and the streamlines of their calves and thighs were stretched straight, which reminded people of mathematical formulas or the abdomen of Venus de Milo. line.

When he was stunned, someone was standing behind him. This may be because adolescent boys are twice as sensitive to footsteps. In fact, he had already discovered it in advance when the person behind him approached him. He decisively moved his eyes away from the lower grade girls, and moved his eyes towards the blue building with blue windows on the horizon in the distance, and thus we have the very first scene - Lu Mingfei looking at the white sky in the distance.

So instead of digging into and shaping the psychological journey of a small character, our story began to make continuous progress.

Behind Lu Mingfei, his crush for three years in high school, Chen Wenwen stood still holding a stack of books, looked left and right at the empty corridor, then looked at the boy in front of her and said, "Lu Mingfei? Are you reading?" What?"

"The weather is not very good today." Lu Mingfei turned around and looked at the girl in a white dress who was half a head shorter than him and said.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. In fact, when he heard Chen Wenwen's footsteps approaching, his brain had already begun to think about the opening remarks of the two people's encounter in the corridor. He knew Chen Wenwen very well. A better way to play the weather card and normal greetings is to think of some nice sentences to attract the other person's attention.

If the weather is sunny, he should say, "There is nothing new under the sun.", "The sun of the living cannot shine on the dead." Such intriguing words will make the other party's eyes light up and lead to more topics. For example, the weather today was gloomy, and he wanted to start with, "Today's sky is as white as a peeling wall." But the last words he said before the attack suddenly turned into a dry "The weather is not good today." It was so good. It seemed like there was something that made him afraid, so he couldn't say those words out loud. But what was he afraid of?

The weather card was played badly.

As if she didn't notice the twists and turns in the boy who was holding back some discomfort, Chen Wenwen gently fiddled with the hair beside her ears, looked past her shoulders and looked at the sky outside the window behind her, nodded and said, "The weather is bright today. It’s not pretty, like the sea in winter.”

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and didn't say anything, but he sighed secretly in his heart. There is no one who can be the president of the literary club. Look at his line skills. He was glad that he didn't say the lines he just said. , otherwise when a big literary young man meets a young literary young man, he will be cut into pieces as soon as he opens his mouth. The lines he has thought up in every possible way are not as good as when others speak. It would be better if he did not say them. If he says them, it will only increase the embarrassment. .

"The temperature is also a bit cold. The spring school uniforms are a bit thin. Many girls complained that they should wear more clothes. You too, don't catch a cold." Chen Wenwen looked at Lu Mingfei and nodded.

"I'm actually wearing long johns. I mean, do you have anything to do with me?" Lu Mingfei realized mid-sentence that his bad-talking gene was activated, and he immediately changed the subject.

"Didn't the school organize a 100-day swearing-in ceremony last week? The class teacher recently wanted to conduct a survey on the class's aspirations before the college entrance examination. He asked Zhao Menghua and me to help. I think we are all from the literary club and would like to invite you to come with us. Giving a hand is like asking the literary club to take over this matter and do the last thing for the class at the end of graduation." Chen Wenwen said.

"There's nothing wrong with me. I'm free anyway." Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head and left the window and walked to Chen Wenwen's side. The two of them walked side by side in the corridor.

"I heard that this college entrance examination is the most difficult one in recent years. Many students feel a little unsure, so the class teacher asked us to conduct a voluntary survey in advance. After all, some things have to be spoken out, otherwise the longer it takes, the less confident we will be. In the end, you may give up on your original goal and do something that you will regret for a long time." Chen Wenwen walked with her book in her arms and turned to look at the sea of ​​books in other classes where the middle school students were working tirelessly and looked tired.

"The longer you delay, the less confident you will be." Lu Mingfei stood next to the girl and repeated what she said, with some deep emotion on his face. But in fact, what he was thinking in his heart was not the same thing as what the girl said. , but as a young literary man under a big literary man, it is normal for him to feel sour when he says one thing when he associates it with another thing. Just like the girl's words that seemed to be unintentional, it quietly aroused the feeling in his heart. Some plans that you can’t afford to buy.

Graduation Confession Plan.

"Have you still been in contact with Lin Nian recently?" Chen Wenwen asked.

"Lin Nian? Why do you ask this?" When Lu Mingfei heard the name of an acquaintance, his thoughts were suddenly pulled back and he subconsciously looked at Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen glanced at Lu Mingfei, looked away, shook her head and said, "I'm asking for someone else."

"Su Xiaoqiang?" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously said the name.

"Yes." Chen Wenwen did not deny that some things are not secrets in the class. It is difficult for high school students to hide secrets, especially matters related to love.

"Why doesn't she come and ask me directly?"

"It's not appropriate for girls to do this." Chen Wenwen smiled helplessly, "Lu Mingfei, you don't understand girls very well."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth again, but still couldn't say anything. He scratched his head depressedly and was speechless by this sentence. He thought to himself, if he understood girls, wouldn't he understand you? He had failed to make any further progress in three years of high school, so this sentence was quite fair.

"I actually admire Su Xiaoqiang." Chen Wenwen whispered with a smile on her face, "It's an admirable persistence to like someone for so long. It's a pity that she still didn't take the last step to say it directly. He She has already left. To be honest, many girls in the class felt sorry for her at that time. Even those girls who didn't like her often discussed these things and said what-ifs."

"This kind of thing is quite normal." Lu Mingfei said awkwardly. In a sense, he could understand Su Xiaoqiang's mental journey, and even he and Su Xiaoqiang could barely be considered "emotional partners". "A kind of person" who sits under the peach tree and waits for the ripe peaches to fall to the ground, but the peaches are picked before that day.

It's just that he is a little luckier than Su Xiaoqiang. At least the person he likes didn't suddenly go abroad to study. A plane ticket separated us thousands of miles. From then on, we were strangers. You were in the rain at night in the coastal city, and he was on the streets of Chicago. It's quite sad to think about walking under the scorching sun. The feelings that are inseparable from time are torn apart by distance.

"If Su Xiaoqiang had been earlier...you know what I mean, would their ending have changed?" Chen Wenwen suddenly asked.

"Probably not." Lu Mingfei paused and sighed softly.

"Why?"

"You're asking me why. I can't answer it." Lu Mingfei raised his hand and wanted to scratch his head again, but he saw Chen Wenwen beside him looking at him sideways, and put his hand down awkwardly, worried that the other party would doubt him. He hadn't washed his hair and scratched it for many days because his scalp was itchy. He racked his brains and thought for a few seconds before saying, "Some things don't just get results if you work hard. People in this world who work hard and get results are lucky." Ah, but not everyone is so lucky. If you try your best, others can hear it, but they don’t necessarily have to give you a reply! So it’s really not certain about this kind of thing. Anyway, no one can say for sure until some things are done. .”

Chen Wenwen turned back and looked towards the front of the corridor, paused for a while and then said, "That's very well said."

Even though Lu Mingfei's words were messy, she still understood what Lu Mingfei meant.

The relationship between boys and girls in high school is like playing a cowhide drum. One person holds the drum hammer without sparing any effort, while the other person hides in the drum and secretly rejoices.

If you work hard on some things, the other party can actually hear them, but in the end you may not get the results.

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