On the day of the end of the high school entrance examination, Long Yifeng remembered it deeply.

It was drizzling that day, and the school specially invited two sleeper cars to go back and forth between the county and the town to pick up and drop off the students for the junior high school entrance examination. Long Yifeng and Xiao Jing got in the car early, found a window position and lay down side by side, waiting for the drive. The students got on the bus one after another, and the teachers who led the team to take the exam also got on the bus one by one.

The car was bustling with activity, and everyone talked about the results of the exam and their plans and intentions for the future.

From the content of the chat, it is not difficult to see that in the coming days, some students will step into the craze of part-time jobs again. Of course, there are also some who have to continue their studies. They don't realize that from this moment on, maybe their destiny in life is a variety of different life states.

One of the honest leaders of the team is an old principal, and the school rehires him as a teacher after retirement. He looked at the enthusiastic classmates and said with feeling:

"People say that three years old sees old, but I don't think that's necessarily the case. However, the choices made in junior high school can make a difference in a person's life. Don't talk about how slim the chances of success outside are for those who go to work, even among those of you who choose to continue studying, they will eventually be divided into three, six, nine and so on. Some of you still have a lot of potential to tap after high school, and some of you have already tapped your potential, and even if you go to high school, you can only be ordinary, with average grades, and there is not much potential to be tapped. ”

The students were curious and asked him about their potential. The old headmaster said:

"Half of a person's life is fate, and half is a test of talent and hard work. The part of destiny that we can't change and study, talent can be tapped. These are basically things that are difficult for human beings to change completely. We can also try to achieve something, or make a smart choice to change our situation. Without further ado, I think the more capable classmates in high school are you, you, you, and you and him. ”

He said as he pointed to his five classmates. Everyone noticed that Long Yifeng and Xiao Jing were both pointed, the other three were Yin Zhiyong and Tian Xiubing, and the other was a delicate girl named Yang Mengqin, and her relationship with Xiao Jing was not bad. Everyone will be skeptical, but they are all envious of these five classmates.

All the classmates and honest got into the car, and the car was ready to go. At this time, Mr. Tian Fasong, the vice principal who led the team this time, stood up and said: "Students, I just heard the unfortunate news that Teacher Zhong of our school has passed away due to illness in the afternoon and is scheduled to be buried on Sunday. Since it happened to be a weekend, and the school and the family members communicated well, the mourning hall may be located in the classroom of our school. Many of our classmates are students of Mr. Zhong, and when I return to school, I hope you can go to see him for the last time. ”

The car suddenly became quiet.

In the car, in addition to the teacher and driver, basically all the students led by Mr. Zhong, although he has only taught everyone for one year, and he teaches not key courses, but many students are very impressed by Mr. Zhong in their hearts. Mr. Zhong is a relatively low-key person, very tall, and the content of the class is very vivid. The most impressive thing is that he loves to drink. Sometimes I come to school with the smell of alcohol. Whether it is out of respect or the memory of the teacher, the mood of the students at this time is not high, some quietly recall the life of Mr. Zhong, as well as the lessons he said, and the bits and pieces that happened between him and the teacher, and the mood is heavy.

The road back to the town from the county was terrible, the road surface was not hardened, it was all dirt, and it was even more difficult to walk on rainy days. The car stopped and stopped, and finally arrived in town at five o'clock in the evening. Many classmates in the town got off the bus, and Xiao Jing also got off the bus, and everyone discussed going to see Teacher Zhong for the last time tomorrow.

The next day, the weekend.

The students gathered together and came to the school auditorium to pay respects to Teacher Zhong's remains, and several sentimental girls cried. Looking at the teacher's posthumous photo, Long Yifeng was also deeply embarrassed. Although he has little contact with Teacher Zhong, he is his own teacher after all, and he is still so young, leaving his lover to pull the two children, which makes people sigh.

In his impression, the teacher has always been strong. But life is impermanent, and Long Yifeng sent his teacher away for the first time in his student career.

In the past, there was a saying in my hometown that your classmates would read the teacher to death, which was used to satirize those students who often repeated grades every year. Today, we can see this reality. Long Yifeng's mood was a little heavy, he originally planned to pack up his things and go back to his hometown that day, and finally decided to send the teacher on his last trip tomorrow.

Since Mr. Zhong's hometown school is far away, the coffin was carried by local farmers. There were not many people who came to attend the funeral, except for some close relatives, there were basically no others, and it seemed very deserted. Fortunately, there was a group of students in the graduating class, which made the whole funeral seem less bleak and lonely.

At first, the villagers in charge arranged for Long Long Yifeng and other students to help carry wreaths and beat gongs and drums. Long Yifeng and a few male classmates beat the gong, others held wreaths, and some played drums, and the team was quite large. Mr. Zhong's grave is located on the hillside opposite the school, facing the town middle school, and the distance from the school is not too far, but to cross the river, you still need to go up a steep slope. When going up the steep slope, the villagers carrying the coffins were unable to climb the steep slope, and the team stalled for a while.

The principal shouted, and all the boys went to the bush to help pull the coffin rope, and the person who carried the coffin and the coffin pulled it up the hill together. This coffin rope is very common in the southwest and is mainly used for lots that need to be climbed. When going up the mountain, the person carrying the coffin is basically like a car tire, with his feet stopped and his knees not bent, and he is dragged by the team pulling the coffin rope. There is also a local saying that the coffin cannot fall to the ground from the beginning of the funeral until the coffin is carried to the cemetery. Otherwise, it is considered unlucky.

Looking at the stagnant procession, the students took the initiative to step forward under the shouting of the principal, pulled the coffin rope with the villagers, and slowly climbed up the mountain. Long Yifeng also handed over the errand of striking the gong to the shorter classmates, and ran to the front to pull the rope together. In the steepest place of the uphill, the teachers, students and villagers used their greatest strength, the coffin was still difficult to go up the mountain, there was no way, Long Yifeng quietly used a trace of strength, and immediately greatly relieved the pressure of the coffin carrying personnel and pulling the coffin rope, and everyone worked hard to finally send the coffin to the cemetery.

Walking back from the cemetery, several of my classmates' shoes had fallen off and had to go back the same way to find them. In the face of the deceased people, as well as the imminent parting between classmates, there are still indescribable entanglements in the psychology, everyone is silently packing their simple luggage and quilts, preparing to leave their alma mater with their youthful memories to accompany their growth, as well as classmates who spent three years together.

The shy age is not very expressive, and the classmates silently bid farewell to one person after another. Long Yifeng thought that this might be the last time that the classmates were so close to each other, and they would get together again in a few years, not knowing when and where, and not knowing what each other's identities were. But what is certain is that there must be a disparity in identity and a gap in status.

The longer it goes, the greater the disparity.

Long Yifeng and Xiao Jing also separated silently, not too sentimental, just a little reluctant. They have agreed to go to the same school. Based on the results of the two of them, if nothing else, this fall, they will become classmates in another place. Of course, not necessarily in the same class. But so what, as long as they are in a school, the blue sky and white clouds also belong to them.

The two also made an appointment that Xiao Jing would go to Yumatang during the summer vacation to see the Chaotian Mountain that Long Yifeng said, as well as the lush forests there.