I went back to the cafeteria again, but I was carried back. As soon as the three of them walked on the front foot, a group of people in black fur coats came to the back foot, and I didn't know any of them. But they didn't seem to want to let me go, and asked me a lot of questions, all of which I said I didn't know, and I got so angry that I was beaten up so much that I almost thought I had been killed. By the time Team "S" arrived, I had already been crippled. Fortunately, the captain of the "S" team was tough enough, and without saying a word, he directly started to rob people, and in the face of the other party's stopping, Wu October jumped out like a tigress and shouted, "Whoever dares to move, I will collapse him." I really wanted to complain at the time: If you want to collapse, I have no opinion, but can you not aim your gun at me. Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, in the end, it was the top bosses of both sides who came out to ease the tense atmosphere. I was taken to the cafeteria by Team "S" and taken to a makeshift shelter for treatment.

I'm really tired today, and I haven't rested for a moment since morning, and it's already eleven o'clock at night. The drowsiness instantly came to my mind, and the pain in my whole body gradually disappeared, perhaps because of the effect of anesthesia, and I lay down in the operating room and fell asleep.

It was two days after I woke up again, and I looked at the date in a daze, waiting for the medical staff to come. It was the first time I had slept for such a long time, and I could see how badly my body had been hurt by the last beating.

But there's no way, I'm a flat-headed ordinary person, how can I have any strength to fight?

To my surprise, the first thing I saw was not my family or the class, but the captain of the "S" team, Wei Shen, a man like a sharp knife, sharp and ruthless, with a scar on his face, I could see that he had experienced many life-and-death battles and became a ruthless person. But I think he's a good guy, at least the first impression isn't bad.

Wei Shen sat down and looked at me, and cut straight to the point: "Wang He, to be exact, Mi'er, that kid likes you very much." ”

And then ...... No, he sat down and left! Ahhh

As soon as Wei Shen stepped out of the door, there was a noisy sound there, and I vaguely heard Wei Shen say helplessly: "I can't speak, can't you go and say better?"

"Oops, that's stupid. ”

Dare to scold the captain of the "S" team like this, I'm afraid that there is only the lawless Wu October. Sure enough, this little girl appeared, but pretending to be passing by, glanced at my hospital room, and exclaimed, "Yo, you are here too." Coincidentally, I happened to come to see a friend. ”

I walked in with my own director and acting, and from time to time I praised my good ward.

I had a black line, looking at her clumsy acting skills, I really complained to the point of weakness, "Let's talk about something directly." ”

Wu Yue smiled slyly and said, "Oh, look at what this is?" said and took out a newspaper from his back, I saw that it was yesterday's newspaper, and the big headline was "The city's No. 1 High School was surprised by a centipede swarm on its school day, and five people were infected with the virus and almost died."

I took it and took a look, and it reported the school anniversary the day before yesterday. After all, all the teachers and students on the spot saw it, and the military couldn't close the news if they wanted to, so they could only avoid the important and light, and talk about how this inexplicable centipede swarm appeared, which mentioned a farce made by people with evil intentions. Fortunately, no one died, otherwise the incident would have escalated quickly and could not have been reversed. I watched and guessed, and got a general idea of what followed up.

Wu Yue sighed and said: "Xiao Mu'er didn't plan to kill people at all, but just attacked the whole world, looking for a chance to get out. But they just wouldn't let her go, and they've now dispatched those guys who really kill people without blinking. Those guys are so hateful, if we were late that night, you'd be killed, you know?"

"You knew it, but let her go?"

"How is that possible? I don't know anything, don't lie to me. ”

Judging from her tone and flustered eyes, I guessed that Wu Yue must know some inside story. I didn't break it, and continued: "Two months ago, 'Inhumans' was only a legend for me, and I didn't even want to pay attention to those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, but now it has entered my life, and I have even almost died because of 'Inhumans' many times, I don't want to complain to anyone, let alone be played around as a monkey, I just want to know why?"

Wu Yue's words were choked and couldn't be spoken, and he didn't even know how to describe them. At this time, Fang Jian, who had been waiting outside for a long time, leaned against the door and said: "If you really want to know, you can only look for it yourself, slowly look for it from the place where you lived when you were a child, and find the part of your inner memory, you will always find something." And we'll help you out, come in, Professor. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man walked into the ward with three young people, and the four of them were neatly lined up with several heavy suitcases. Fang Jian took the lead in introducing the old man beside him: "This is Professor Li, and next to him are his three students. They will hypnosis you and then go into your dreams to help you find your inner memories. ”

I asked, "Similar to Inception?"

Professor Li smiled and said, "It can be understood, but it is more dangerous. If you lose control, not only will we be influenced by your thinking, but you may also go crazy. Those who do our business have to sign and agree when the customer is conscious before they can start, otherwise they will not be able to explain the liability accident. Can you understand that?"

I nodded, exhaled, and said, "I understand." How long will it take?"

At this time, Fang Jian said: "By the way, when the people in your class came, they found that you didn't wake up, and dragged me to tell you one thing - all the teachers and students of your school will have a week of vacation." The reason is that the school needs to clean up centipedes in every corner and strengthen health and safety work. In fact, to put it bluntly, this matter is gradually diluted among students. If you want to figure out the ins and outs of the whole affair, you might as well take this opportunity to do it. But you have to be mentally prepared for the fact that you may not be able to accept this fact. You'll still have a lot of time to think about whether or not to start. ”

Fang Jian's meaning is already clear, let me take this opportunity to find the answer that my heart desires.

"Don't think about it, I agree to sign ......"

My name is Mo Jianchu, I like to listen to songs, especially campus type songs, I have heard a celebrity say that there is always such a class, a class teacher, and a classmate on the road to growth, which is unforgettable. I can't deny it.

I was a second-grader and came to a new school as a transfer student, even though it had only a dozen teachers.

I spent a healthy year at that new school, where I stood out from the crowd of rogue students and became class president. The following year, the original head teacher went home to give birth, and the new head teacher was about to take office.

The source of gossip for girls is always wider than that of boys, they say that the new head teacher is a provincial teacher, a girl about 20 years old - a secondary school student, not pretty, a little fat, small eyes, big mouth, twisted face, Virgo.

The locals have such a saying, what kind of teacher has what kind of students, and the allocation of such a female homeroom teacher to us is already worthy of our parents.

I am a naughty and mischievous expert, I can burn down the village kitchen, and I can single out the stray wolf. With this stunt alone, I deserved to be the class president, doing nothing all day, leading a group of rogue schoolchildren to create our own children's kingdom. It is said to be a kingdom, but it has been living in the days of being looked down upon, living in chaos.

At this time, the new head teacher is like a "goddess of the masses", wearing an angelic halo, dancing in a white dress, and coming to us with the sun.

She doesn't like to laugh, because my little brain only remembers, she laughed twice, and always twice.

The first laugh happened on the first day she came to our class. That morning, there was no rain, the trees were moving, and the birds were not singing. The white clouds were layered on top of each other, almost blocking the sunlight that shone on the entire campus. However, there was a bright and colorful beam of light that shone directly on the most remote part of the campus, and that remote place was the toilet next to our classroom.

The sight was so magical that we were so intently drooling and biting our fingers that we had to turn our attention to the brightly lit toilet – and the sound of wah-wow-wow.

At that moment, she appeared and slowly walked out of the toilet. The white dress, the magical light shines on her, and even the hair is shiny and shiny.

It was probably because she couldn't see us in the shadows when she stepped out of the magical light that she realized that our curious eyes were on her. At that moment, she smiled!

At this time, the 1.5-meter-tall "lieutenant" in my team suddenly started crying, crying all the time, just like the current Xuanmai advertisement says - I can't stop at all! Finally, the principal personally called his parents to take him back, and I haven't seen him since that day.

She puts all her enthusiasm into her work, and she is very economical, and it can be seen that she has really seen such small things as grading homework. At that time, my homework book was so wonderful that there were many words that I didn't know, with numbers, and even small animals such as cats and dogs. After I forcibly opened the other students' workbooks, I found that this one was the most special. At that time, my mind was always quite simple, and I felt that I was receiving special treatment, and my heart was very excited.

My vanity quickly overcame my sanity, and I was in class, boasting about how the teacher took care of me, and my already wordless homework book was full of it.

Their envious eyes, I was so scared at that time, it was funny to think about. It wasn't until I went to make up the homework book that I heard her say to me with a surprised face, "How did my sketch book get to you, but I can find it easily!"

When I was in elementary school, I started living on campus because my father couldn't cook, he could only drink.

At that time, the dormitory system of the primary school was not perfect, and the mixed dormitory was an uninhabited old tiled house, an 80-square-meter tiled house, squeezed with more than a dozen iron frame beds, more than 30 students, and about three old tiled houses for people.

I remember it was winter when I checked in, and it was cloudy. It was raining, and I had a broken window (not that I didn't want to find a good position, but it was because I was so righteous that I gave up all the good seats), and the group finished packing up my bedding and was already past six o'clock in the middle of the night. One of the younger students in the team pointed to the corner of the wall surrounded by three large wooden planks, saying that it was a temporary public bath, which was used by female students at 5 to 6 o'clock and male students from 6 to 7 o'clock. I used the "temporary" bathroom until I graduated.

The girl was afraid of the cold, but there was no hot water supply at that time, and even if her lips were purple and her lips were frozen, she did not scream and endured the cold. On the other hand, the boys cry wolves one by one, crying fathers and mothers. The leader in charge of the living area shook his head when he saw this scene, sighed, and left with a huge beer belly swaying in a figure-eight step. I don't know why the leader showed that expression, but then I knew, that expression was called helplessness.

I'm the only one left, and I'm finally going to enjoy the mountain spring water that can freeze people into pimple chickens.

The bathroom was not tightly sealed, there were many air leaks, and there were light bulbs hanging on it, which was a little dim. I don't know if girls are afraid of guys peeping, but in my case, I'm afraid of someone peeping.

It was already dark, and the evening self-study began at half past seven, but there was no sound outside. The only thing I could hear was the sound of water drops and breathing.

Rather than the shame of being peeped, I would rather have someone outside, even if it's singing. It feels like people walking at night, always hoping for some sound, and the silent world is the most terrifying.

Holding his breath, he froze, trying to search for sounds outside the bathroom, but everything was quiet. It seemed that the people outside had evaporated in an instant, although they didn't want to think about it that way. But some unclean images keep popping up in my mind, for fear that some unclean things will be resurrected from folk tales. For example, the black grandmother hid outside the door, waited for midnight to come, rushed in, took out a knife and slashed indiscriminately, and ate the intestines of living people. Another example is the wandering children in the grave, they will never grow up, they will always have the face of a seven-year-old child, but they can mingle with normal children, and then lure them into the grave, and when the adults look for them, they are all bitten alive by rats.

I've heard for a long time that this place was originally a mass grave, and the dormitory was where the war criminals were buried alive.

Although I desperately wanted to get rid of the distractions of those feature films, I quickly washed up and went to study at night. But it backfired, the originally blurry picture, the picture that was about to be forgotten, at that moment, it was very clear in front of me, as if the protagonist in those stories was me.

Eating people and being eaten, the two extreme ending information, made my head ache faintly. When I was very young, my dad told me that one night when I was asleep, a little red centipede fell into my ear, but then it crawled out, and my dad told me that it came out and got into its nostrils and never came out again.

I was scared and cried, and asked why I didn't stop it, and he said that it was supposed to be stopped, but it wasn't. But he came up with a good idea, which was to plug my nostrils with paper and say that it would suffocate me, and I actually believed it, and praised him for his cleverness.

I was battling a horror story, and I was convinced that the little centipede wasn't dead, it was still alive inside - it ate my head.

Just when I was about to be driven crazy by myself, the light bulb above my head went out instantly, and before I could react, I felt a chill behind my back, I don't know if it was because of a cold sweat, and the water droplets flowed down one after another. I unconsciously turned my head a little bit, completely unconscious, looking behind me, as if I was being manipulated, and I couldn't help but do what I didn't want to do.

The old man said it was a ghost.

The light suddenly turned on, and a black eye with a red dot stared at me through the gap.

I was so frightened that I couldn't care about anything, and I staged an undisguised naked run gorgeously. Although I was forced to run naked a lot of times, what I remember most clearly was the naked running in the haunted bathroom of the elementary school, which was not only exciting, but also mixed with some unknown emotions, because I pushed someone to run naked that time, and that person was still my new homeroom teacher. She didn't see me when she called me, so she came to the dormitory area alone to look for me, and God made people, and she bumped into me impartially as soon as she arrived.

Originally, I didn't want to explain the reason why I ran naked, and it ended in embarrassment. Unexpectedly, she actually smiled and said, "Ouch, it's quite white." ”

Her second laugh was the birth of my nightmare.

Fortunately, it will soon be the annual celebration - Children's Day. The first festival that comes to mind is often related to oneself, and it is from the first festival that those who are infected by the people around you and gradually become familiar with the world.

The whole school faded from lifelessness and was replaced by a joyful spirit.

The June 1st party is the top priority, and all the teachers and students of the school are looking forward to the arrival of the party, and each class has a program to perform. Although the principal meant two programs per class, due to time constraints, our class could only get one program, and as compensation, our class ended up in the finale.

However, it was arranged as a solo program. The one who proposed the solo singing was a boy who was usually alone, living in his own world, and silent. But she trusted him. Without thinking, she let the boy take the lead and represent the class. Even though at that time I also raised half a hand to sign up for a solo.

After school, she took a tricycle home and rushed over again, took out her gramophone for the boy to use, and told him to believe in himself and prepare well. In the days that followed, the place where he interacted with her the most was the music room. She taught him how to make sounds, how to relax, how to make expressions......

And he was always in a daze.

At that time, the sunset was red, soft, and warm. A slightly cool breeze blew in his face, on her face, and blew them red—like a distant sunset, like a couple.

The long-awaited party finally came, but the boy suddenly stopped singing. He cried very sadly, very loudly, he was afraid that he would forget the words, he was afraid that he would not sing well, he was afraid of ......

She held his face and said, "Just do your best, what everyone wants to see is you who is confident on the stage, not you who is afraid here, and think back to what I taught you - the skills of vocalization, the control of expressions." Take your time and think about it one step at a time......"

Her careful, gentle, and confident teaching finally paid off—the boy finally came to the stage with his head held high and smiling, and finally the applause was thunderous. At that moment, all the students blushed with excitement and cheered and applauded.

In a corner where no one else could see, I crouched there, stupidly in a daze, and watched with a blank face as she hid in a dark corner where no one was there and cried quietly. I could tell from the voice of her phone that she had broken up with her boyfriend of seven years that night. It turned out that she was forced to spend the party with a smile......

I couldn't comfort her, all I could do was stay there and prevent anyone from disturbing her.

That night was a long time, and in the jubilant evening, in the joyful singing, we behaved so out of place, like outcasts, like wounded wolves licking each other's wounds. It was also after that night that the singing boy left—quietly, we don't know where he went, why he left, the only thing that could be left was the strings of crystal tears......

She didn't teach me anything as our homeroom teacher for three years, and even now, I still can't remember her name. Perhaps for students, remembering a person's length is more important than anything else.

In my primary school graduation essay, I described her as follows:

My friend, who is ugly and doesn't like to laugh, farts loudly and grinning.

My friend, gentle, kind, and a girl, was doing cow work, as if her energy would never run out.

My friend, who doesn't have a boyfriend, is still alone, but we naughty troublemakers always like to circle around her, chat with her, spend her birthday, and walk her through the hard years......

On the day my friend and we parted, we didn't want to cry, but we couldn't help it, and we all cried ugly in the end.

Closing sentence: If she is not married in seven years, I will come back and marry her......

On the third day after the essay was submitted, I was accused of plagiarism and had my essay grade cancelled. When I inquired, I found out that there were more than a dozen people in our class who wrote basically the same composition, especially the last sentence.

She was there at the time, hiding behind the crowd, and when I saw her, she immediately covered her mouth and turned around, I don't know if she was laughing or crying......

I'd like to see her smile again if I could.

The weather was fine on September 20, 1996