When the soft willows on the embankment of the Qishui River had begun to sprout, "Brother Xian" wrote in his diary:

That touch of goose yellow, like eyelashes, brushed across the hillside, is sleepy-eyed early spring, open your eyes, look down at the earth. That touch of goose yellow, embroidered outside the village, is the delicate female worker of Chunniang, and it is the backdrop of the white wall and gray tiles, and the painter sketches it leisurely on rice paper. That touch of goose yellow, embedded in the river embankment, drove away the dead vines and old trees, and the bloated cotton clothes were torn off, and the muscles and bones of the whole body were stretched and resurrected. The goose yellow, the jubilant, cowering child, the old man who woke up and snoozed, the urged, staggering old woman. That touch of goose yellow, swaying in the wind, rubbing the children in the spring dream.

That touch of goose yellow also indicates that it is time for "Brother Xian" to set off again. The night was deep, even, and soft. Tomorrow morning, "Brother Xian" will set off for the provincial capital to chase his dreams. Outside the window, it was raining sporadically, as if it was a lullaby ticking for people who couldn't sleep tonight.

Under the lamp, Zheng Lijuan's lonely figure prepared a bag for the "virtuous brother" to travel far away. In fact, "Brother Xian" had already packed his luggage neatly, but Zheng Lijuan always felt that he had brought too little of it. From time to time, a tear dripped down and soaked the cloth bag, blooming a beautiful flower. The flower cat accompanied Zheng Lijuan, as if it was deliberate, whether it was shaking the flowers that bloomed here. Wisps of white hair radiated a dazzling silver light under the reflection of the light. Clothed in clothes, shrunk up, counted items, kept rubbing hands, deep marks, calluses, and slight friction sounds.

The thin light of the invasion of the morning, through the window, hurt Zheng Lijuan's bloodshot eyes. "Brother Xian" wants to stay away again, rub away his arms, spread his wings, and embark on his own journey. There were no words of goodbye, no disgusted nagging, only silently looking, the distant back of "Brother Xian" disappeared in Zheng Lijuan's field of vision—

A new day begins with the bell ringing at 6:30. After some excitement, the stairway, which had quieted down after midnight, was again sporadic and noisy: all kinds of shoes suitable for idleness slapped the floor hard, and the sound of impact continued from one end to the other. When you close your eyes, it seems that the hallway is full of messy hair, worried eyes, toilet users, and face washers......

"Brother Xian" pulled out two arms from the quilt, and did not close the curtains tightly last night, a beam of white and bright light shone just above his head, and he barely stretched his waist. I found something black from the bed, and the sound of "Silk Lala" was still echoing, the only thing that could connect with the world, and the only thing that could also close itself ---- radio. Several other roommates turned over angrily and entered the night's fascination again.

On the weekend of the first week of school, the students who were still in the "sequelae of the holiday" had not fully recovered. In fact, except for meal time, other "virtuous brothers" have also adapted. Eating time in the mountains for several generations and generations still maintain the customary meal time, breakfast at 9-10 o'clock, lunch at 2-4 o'clock, dinner at 7-9 o'clock, the "gastrointestinal biological clock" and "stomach space" have not been adjusted, and after eating at school, I feel hungry again, and "Brother Xian" can only laugh at his physiological reaction, sneer at it, and sit in the classroom.

After getting dressed, "Brother Xian" walked in the direction of the playground, doing high leg raisings, and in the lonely playground, only two or three people were throwing basketballs weakly on the basketball court. When he returned to the dormitory again, after washing up, he ran to the dining room hungry and finished eating. When they returned to the dormitory, the roommates got up one after another in a daze, looking at the energetic appearance of "Brother Xian", "Brother Fei" yawned and said: "Brother Xian, rain or shine!" "Brother Shan" leaned on the bed frame and said: Let it rain and blow away!

After hearing this, "Brother Xian" smiled, clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "Brothers, the prize has been won - get up quickly, go to eat quickly, and wait for the restaurant to run out! A few of the top bunks poked their heads out and looked down, and once again retracted their heads into the bed.

"Brother Xian" put his hand under the pillow, and when he was about to find the book "Ordinary World", the pillow was empty. "Brother Xian" was a little panicked, in addition to Zhang Xuemei's gifts, the content of the novel also made him excited every time he read it, which is very suitable for them rural children to read, it is simply their history of struggle, and sometimes it is even the accelerant for his hard work. But now I can't find it, on the bed, under the bed, in the cabinet, in the backpack, everywhere I can think of, rummaging through, still nowhere to be found. Standing at the window, he crossed his waist and remembered the trajectory of his actions with the book yesterday - suddenly he patted his head as if he remembered something, and remembered that he had forgotten yesterday by the garden on a spring day or in the Internet café on College Road.

The spring of the provincial capital can come more quickly, and the garden is full of rich intimate smells; in the midst of the chaotic flowers, the choking pollen hides all kinds of acacia postures and monkey anxious copulation; the chirping noise is full of shameful honey love words, and the crazy bird whispers are extremely flattering; in the middle of it, it is soaked and unable to breathe, and the lost body is desperately struggling in the gloom.

After searching the enchanted garden, I didn't find it. When passing by the dormitory gate, I remembered the bulletin board that I had not yet used, and took a piece of chalk and wrote a "missing notice" heavily:

Loss

At dusk, in a hurry/"Ordinary World" is nowhere to be seen/I hope that he will meet Brother Ren/Brother Xie bothered to send him off/Burrow's 208/I am Hou Junying/Or Juelou Gaojun is difficult to come/Telephone 5314799/Little brother "Brother Xian" is here to thank you!

March 2

After writing it, I ran to the north gate again in despair, and ran straight into the "College Internet Café" on Xueyuan Road, and searched for it near the seat where I fought yesterday but still didn't find it; I ran to the service desk again, smiled and asked politely and politely: Hello, I'm sorry, please ask, at about 56 o'clock yesterday afternoon, when I was surfing the Internet here, I accidentally dropped a book "Ordinary World", I don't know if you cleaned it up and saw it?

A few people were crawling on the ground, turning on a host, racking their brains to watch, fiddling with the wiring harness, and the person who was playing on the host said impatiently: No-no——, a girl came over to look at him, and said with a smile: I'm sorry, this is the new network administrator we can come, don't mind - no, we didn't see it when we cleaned up, under normal circumstances, we will clean up something, they are all nearby students, and it's useless to ask for books!

"Brother Xian" was about to go out with regret, and for some reason, he suddenly asked the girl: What's wrong with the computer? The new network manager glanced at him, squatting on the ground without a clue, and the girl smiled and said: I can't turn on the machine? "Brother Xian" was stunned for a moment, walked in and squatted next to look at it, the new network manager's temples and hair were already dripping with sweat, "Brother Xian" said curtly: Brother, what is the specific situation, see if I can help?

The new network manager looked at it, looked at it, and said: The memory module has also been re-plugged, all the wiring harnesses have also been checked, and the motherboard is on but cannot be turned on?

Is the SW line connected correctly?

According to what "Brother Xian" said, the new network management checked one by one, re-plugged it, and found that it could be started, and "Brother Xian" said curtly: Then it proves that there may be a problem with the jumper switch, just replace it - I'm just blind, you can study and study it. The people who were squatting down all stood up, stretched out their arms, stretched out, and smiled admiringly at "Brother Xian".

When she turned around to leave, the girl insisted on leaving the contact information of "Brother Xian", and "Brother Xian" was embarrassed to write it in her notebook. Dejected, he went downstairs and returned to the dormitory from the north gate, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and looked at his roommates with a flute voice-