The driver is a person who is not willing to be lonely, and he told me about the rapid development of Guangcheng in recent years, from the rapid growth of the city's GDP to the better and better life of a low-level working people. Although I only responded to him perfunctorily as I focused on the window, his enthusiasm remained undiminished, and he chattered and proudly introduced the city he had lived in for half his life. Listening to his detailed introduction, and then looking at the high-rise buildings on the side of the road that I didn't know when they were built, I found that it seemed that apart from this sky, the city of light in my memory no longer existed.

The driver interrupted my thoughts on Light City at the moment with a sharp drift, and at the same time interrupted his own words. The car stopped steadily at the entrance of the No. 1 Middle School, and when I took out my wallet from my pocket, the driver looked back at me and said with a smile: "The No. 1 Middle School has arrived, you see how well this school is built now, I think when I went to school, there were still rows of bungalows here." ”

"yes, it's well built!"

I guess he must have liked racing, otherwise how would I say goodbye to the heavy exhaust of the car?

I still came the way I came—the suit that had been ironed for me in a slight way had not become wrinkled from the long journey, and my meticulous hair had not been disrupted by the bumps. I've always felt that school is a magical place, no matter how old you are now, as long as you enter the school and look at the energetic children, it is like going back to your school days and being in it. Just like at this time, standing at the door of this No. 1 Middle School that no longer matches my memory, I didn't know what nervousness was many years ago, and I was nervous and uneasy.

I took a deep breath, hoping to ease my tension. Slowly, my mood returned to calm, and I suddenly felt that I was no longer a businessman in the material world, but had become the cheeky, mischievous student again, and my student life was good, very good. Just as I was about to fall into a memory, the bell rang for the end of class. I was pulled back to reality, and although there was a distance of more than 100 meters between the school gate and the school building, I could clearly hear the cheers of the students. Then I saw them either rushing out of the classroom like crazy, or going to the bathroom together, or whispering to each other, or discussing the difficult questions they had just finished talking about.

Looking at them, the thought in my heart that I had had since I was about to return to Light City changed from a small flame to a raging fire. My heart is crying! I want to go in! I want to go in!

The old janitor sat in his small house, and although his eyes were no longer bright, he was still loyal to his duties. He had a steaming cup of tea in front of him, the newspaper he had been reading on the table, and he had been looking at me with that skeptical gaze for nearly five minutes. I looked at him sincerely, and in the end, I thought that if I didn't explain my intentions, maybe the uncle would come out and "beat" me away! So, I smiled and said to him, "Uncle, can you let me go in and have a look?"

As soon as he heard that I wanted to go in, the old man immediately stood up, looked at me vigilantly, and said in a righteous manner: "What are you doing? The school has a rule that no outsiders are allowed to enter while students are in school. ”

Looking at the nervous old man, I smiled and said, "Uncle, I have lived here before." The old man's eyebrows still didn't stretch, and I said, "Really, my father used to be a teacher here......" Before I could finish speaking, the old man interrupted me and said: "Don't talk nonsense, I've been a doorman here for more than ten years, why haven't I seen you all this time?"

Looking at the old man with "I don't believe it" written on his face, I had to emphasize again: "Really, I didn't lie to you. My dad used to work here, but we moved out thirteen years ago, and you probably weren't here then. I'm not a bad person, I just wanted to go in and have a look, and it came out quickly. Otherwise, I'll put your ID card here, can you see it?" I was a little anxious.

The old man still looked at me with a scrutinizing look, and I was a little helpless, so I had to take out the documents that could prove my identity and show them to the old man, and said, "You just let me in, I will stake my ID card, driver's license, passport and other things to you, and I promise to come out in half an hour, okay?"

The old man looked at the passport in my hand and muttered, "How can I know a passport old man?" Maybe it was because I took everything out, but the old man didn't think I was a liar, so he paused and said, "I'll call the director of the teaching department and say, if he agrees, you can enter." “

When I heard that I was going to call the director of the teaching office, Lao Wang's voice and smile immediately came to my mind, and I really wanted to see what he had become like now, who was also a teacher and friend with us. I asked expectantly, "Is it Director Wang?"

I found that the old man's body stiffened, his face changed slightly, and then he shook his head lightly and said, "No, it's Director Liang now." Seeing that the uncle was in a bad mood, I stopped talking with interest.

The old man picked up his reading glasses from the table, and slowly found the phone number of the dean's office from the phone list pasted on the wall, and after making the call, he said, "Director Liang, there is a former student who wants to visit the school. I vaguely heard the other party say, "Don't you know that outsiders can't enter the school while students are in school?" The old man hurriedly said: "I know, I also told him, but he still wants to go in, and he also took out his ID card or something, saying that it is for me to stay, just let him go in and have a look." Then I didn't hear what Director Liang said in the old man's mouth, but I knew the result by looking at the old man's expression. So I preemptively said, "Uncle, let me tell Director Liang myself." The old man stared at me, pushed the eyes on the bridge of the nose of the shelf, handed the earpiece to me, and said, "Hello Director Liang." Director Liang didn't react for a moment, and was stunned for a while and said, "Oh, hello." I said, "Director Liang, I graduated from our No. 1 middle school, I haven't been back for many years, this time I happened to pass by on a business trip, I want to go back to the school to see, I hope you can be accommodating." Director Liang said: "Yes, yes, it's good to still think about your alma mater after graduation, but the school has rules and regulations, and we don't want to violate them." If something happens, we can't afford it. I hope you can also understand us, if you really want to come in, then wait until the weekend, okay? The students have gone home, you can come back, and then you can just register and you can enter. I didn't say anything anymore, because I knew that my wish to enter the school today would not come true anyway, so I had to say, "Okay, then thank you Director Liang, then I'll wait for the weekend." Then I handed the phone to the old man and said, "Uncle, thank you, then I will leave first today, and I will come back in a few days." I nodded goodbye to my uncle.

Walking quietly along the road that I have walked countless times, everything on the street is no longer the same as it was more than ten years ago. The small supermarket I remember has been turned into a high-end bathhouse, the humble bun shop has been replaced by a well-known fast-food chain, the commissary selling school supplies has expanded several times in size, and the Internet café where we used to sneak out of school to play games has closed its doors.

I'm a little sad, everything has changed, and the traces of my past life here have long been washed away with the passage of time. I used to be one of the owners of the city, but now I am a guest of the city.

I walked and walked until I came to the crossroads of this road. I looked to the right, and I finally felt a little happy in my heart, because I saw the fruit stand that we had grown up with. This is run by an old couple, a kind old couple, in those years, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind and rain, we can see their busy figures.

The business of the fruit stall was a little unsatisfactory, and there were fruit shops every few households that took away the old man's business, but this did not seem to affect the two of them. The two sat on chairs, listened to the radio, drank tea brought from home, and chatted from time to time.

I saw the sliced pineapple in that glass box, and I remember, I bought it from them a few times. Just as I turned to walk into the fruit stand, someone arrived earlier than me. It was a woman who looked about my age, with black-rimmed eyes, a neat ponytail, a calf-length khaki trench coat, and a pair of little white shoes that I had loved before. She weighed a few apples, a banana, and took two pineapples from the glass box. She seemed to know the old couple, they talked and laughed, and the old couple fought with her several times over a few dollars - the old couple didn't want the fraction of the few dollars, but the woman insisted on keeping them. Just as she was pushing and shoving, the woman inadvertently turned her head.

My brain is like a computer with a virus, stuck, and it doesn't work. I just looked at her back, and she talked to the old couple for a long time, and when they were about to say goodbye, the name blurted out, and I shouted, "Chu You." ”

She turned her head and we stared at us, from confusion to understanding. For a long time, we all laughed......