We no longer stand on the moral high ground to condemn him for being wrong, some things, which seem effortless to some people, but for him they are trying their best, and they can't reach it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He didn't want to be a burden to anyone, and he didn't want to struggle in the mundane world anymore. It's not the best option, nor is it the worst option. For him, it was a choice.

He Ming and I went back to school. Zhou Hangyue didn't come back with us, and he didn't even regret parting, his heart had been worn hard, just like he said: "I want to cry, but I have no shoulders, no tears, and no future." Only sadness. ”

He Ming and I returned empty-handed, but our hearts were full of worries.

"What's going on with Zhou Hangyue? Found someone else? The counselor asked eagerly. In his heart, perhaps, Zhou Hangyue is more important than himself, we all know that as long as Zhou Hangyue does not go through the school leaving procedures for a day, it is his responsibility to do something.

"He doesn't want to come back, and besides, ......"

He Ming tugged at me and motioned for me not to say it.

"And what?" The counselor asked.

He Ming smiled and said: "Besides, we didn't find him, his house was too remote, and there was a landslide, blocking the way, we returned, and there was heavy snow on the way, so cold that we almost became popsicles, and the withdrawal application form was lost when we turned over our clothes." ”

"What? Lost? The counselor couldn't contain the anger in his heart, but he knew that luckily nothing happened to the two of us. He calmed his anger.

"Okay, I got it. Let's go. ”

He Ming and I left the counselor's office in a huff.

A few days later, we saw the red-headed document on the bulletin board as we wished. "In view of the fact that Zhou Hangyue did not go through any leave procedures, went out privately for 10 days, and was absent from class for a total of 100 class hours, according to the provisions of the school's student management measures, Zhou Hangyue is expelled from school, from now on, Zhou Hangyue has any accidents, and the school has nothing to do, if you have any objections, please report to the school teaching office within three days from the date of announcement, contact number xxx-xxxxxxx"

Zhou Hangyue's phone still didn't get through, and we still couldn't convey the news to him in time, and there was one less person in the dormitory.

Only He Ming and I, two difficult brothers, supported each other before graduation and survived the last days.

On that day, the last final exam, I sat in the examination room where I handed in the last answer sheet for the school as a student in my life, and I didn't know whether I was happy or sad. The invigilator also said: "This is the last exam paper you have submitted for the school in addition to your graduation project, and I hope we can all start from the beginning." ”

I laughed, what a "from the beginning". From going to kindergarten at the age of 3 to sitting in the exam room at the age of 23, who else around me has been able to start from the beginning to the end in the past 20 years? The people around me changed again and again. Only you know clearly that nothing can be "from the beginning"

It's a pity that I didn't see Zhou Hangyue in the exam room of the last exam, and I was able to rely on his skillful study to let him play assists, I know that every time I tell him to let him play assists, it is a joke, and I don't really let him help me in the exam room.

Because I knew that no matter how much I was a jerk, I couldn't tarnish the sanctity of "learning" in his mind.

The answer is simple. I know that the teacher deliberately released water to us, and I hope that we can all graduate smoothly. Therefore, after an hour of the two-hour exam, only me and a few people who did not submit the papers were left.

Perhaps, other people are busy, busy in love, busy eating, busy playing games, busy sleeping, busy clubbing, busy flirting with girls.

I'm not busy, I just sit quietly, watching the lecture hall go on and on, watching the whispers of my classmates outside the window. Looking at the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on my test paper.

Everything was so comfortable and peaceful, He Ming didn't leave. As a prodigal son, he is also reminiscing about his hurried four-year career as a passerby in his own way.

As the bell rang, I calmly handed my answer sheet with both hands, like a devout believer offering sacrifices to his Creator.

It's all over. There are no courses, no exams, no classrooms, no belonging.

He Ming and I met in a small restaurant, and the two of us looked at each other and smiled, not the shyness of the first meeting, but a little bitterness.

"I think of the four musketeers back then, but now there are only the two of us left. We can be considered to have completed our merits. He Ming said with a smile while pouring beer. The foam of the beer continued to rise along the walls of the glass, and with his skill, he stopped the moment before the foam rose and was about to overflow.

I took his glass and filled it for him.

The two of us are like this, alone, staggered. In the yellowish liquid, push the cup and change the cup.