On a May night in the north, there is nothing to sing about, and nothing to ponder, except for the bright moon that hangs high in the sky and shines brightly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Being a teenager is a particularly good time, just like when Yu Bai was in high school in his previous life, one of his favorite things to do was to turn on the lamp at night and spread out the notebook he bought to write some hypocritical words.

For example, the time when the yin and yang are scattered, the time is like a shuttle mottled city wall, or the apricot yellow scattered in half by the fence, and so on.

Every time I rack my brains to write words that I think are full of poetry, I will be very excited, and the next day I will definitely take them to the class to show others.

Literary and artistic youth, that's how this name came from.

Thinking of this, Yu Bai couldn't help but want to scold himself, the slut was so hypocritical.

In the past, it was purely idle to write about these useless things, of course, a big reason for it was influenced by people, and this person is the fourth Guo Jingming.

At this moment, Yu Bai has finished the matter of submitting articles to the magazine, so he naturally wants to go back and write the manuscript of the new concept essay competition.

"Peeping in a cup?"

The pen in his hand unconsciously wrote these four words, about this article, Yu Bai read it several times in his previous life, and he still has an impression. But before the first line could be written, he hit it hard.

"Since it's so hypocritical, let's just borrow the fourth master's, anyway, after the first try, there is a final."

After muttering to his mouth, he turned the page again and wrote these words on it.

"If there is no sun tomorrow!"

Yes, Yu Bai decided to use this as a killer feature for him to emerge in his first attempt. Maybe looking at this article from the perspective of later generations will not make people feel that there is anything new, and it will not be as straightforward as the criticism of the peep in the cup.

But there are two sides to everything, and it may be another look from another angle.

Yu Bai is trying to recall the full text of the article if there is no sun tomorrow, just like the reason why he chose this article, when I first read it, in that environment, you will find that this article has Xiao Si's usual gorgeous style and strong Guo style.

Like what:

"The memory has been lost, at a certain evening on a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day. A blood-colored sunset that never returns. ”

"You walk your single-plank bridge, I sing my sunset tune, whose loneliness, like a knife, killed my grandmother bridge, killed my Nian Nujiao."

"While the sun is fading and the calendar is getting thinner and thinner, there is more and more text on my computer. It was filled with my beautiful hallucinations, like a gorgeous garbage dump. ”

……

Maybe the fledgling junior didn't know what he would achieve in the future, or maybe he was just a person who simply liked words at that time. But no matter what, this "If there is no sun tomorrow" in terms of writing techniques and vocabulary creativity, it makes people immersive, immersive and eye-catching.

"I'm cao!"

Yu Bai, who was thinking about it, suddenly burst into a foul mouth, because he found that he could recall the whole text word for word, even every punctuation mark.

Soon Yu Bai calmed down, maybe this is the so-called buff brought by the traverser, after a short period of joy, Yu Bai started to write.

When he wrote it, Yu Bai was not stupid and copied it word for word, although there are no Guo Jingming and Han Han in this world, but some of them still do not fit his own situation.

For example, the place name in the second paragraph of the article is said to be du, such as his fixed netizen "previous life" in the sixth paragraph, and the background in the eighth paragraph where he went to Shanghai City alone to participate in the finals.

When Yu Bai was writing, he changed the words and sentences that fit his own situation.

An hour later, I looked at "If There Is No Sun Tomorrow" that he had written on the manuscript paper again and again, and looked at the square on which he poured hope into every word.

For the first time, Yu Bai had a trace of expectation for this life that was reborn without a little preparation.

Early the next morning, Yu Bai got up and washed under the urging of the alarm clock.

On the dinner table, there is still a breakfast prepared by my mother, and for this breakfast that has been eaten for more than ten years, Yu Bai is still moved in his hand again.

My mother has to get up at almost five or six o'clock every day to pull vegetables, and then go to the vegetable market to sell them, all month and all year round. It wasn't until Yu Bai graduated and joined the work that his mother finally stopped being busy because of a herniated disc in her waist.

Thinking of the old mother who couldn't stay idle at home in his previous life, every time he saw that he was tired when he came back from work, he clamored to go out and resume his old business, Yu Bai couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, because in his eyes at that time, his mother was as willful as a little girl.

Back at school, Yu Bai continued to write his memories in his notebook, although many things from his previous life had been written down partially, but in order to avoid omissions, it was the safest way to write them all down.

"Writing your youth literature here again?"

"Who?" Yu Bai heard the voice behind him, hurriedly hid the notebook, looked back and found that it was No. 8, and then said angrily, "What's the hair!" What is youth literature, Lao Tzu has long quit. ”

"No, I don't know who it is, I have to read it every day, I have to comment after reading it, and I have to do it again if the review is bad, you will quit now, who will believe it!"

"Believe it or not."

No. 8's real name is Geng Qiankun, don't look at the name is very smooth, it has the meaning of the sun and the moon, but in fact, he is a scumbag. Well, at that time, everyone who didn't study well, loved to play and made trouble, it seemed to be called that, and the origin of the title of No. 8 was also simple, this guy loved to play billiards, and he played invincible opponents all over the school in a year, and Black Eight was completely in his eyes to catch what in the crotch of his pants, and he grabbed it if he wanted to, and he grabbed it beautifully.

So when everyone saw him like this, they called him number eight. I remember the last casual meal after graduating from high school, the most embarrassing thing about this guy was that he came home drunk and pulled a girl on the street and began to confess, and he couldn't leave no matter how he dragged it.

And now that he is so red luoluo by No. 8, Yu Bai is also a little helpless, there is no way, who let him really do these hypocritical things in his previous life.

I didn't bother to explain, so I pulled out the envelope from a geography book.

"To whom did I write the letter? I'll see. ”

"Look at the peat, I'm going to use it for submission."

"Damn, this time it's not going to be fun again, don't forget that you haven't voted it out once in three years......"

Yu Bai walked towards Zhao Xue and gave No. 8 a middle finger.

"You don't speak, no one treats you as a dumb person."

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook, Yu Bai, a pseudo-literary youth, has naturally written a lot of things, and the idea of submitting articles to magazines has moved more than once. But every time it's just a thought, about this stalk, whether it's No. 8 or Mr. Xu, he can laugh for a long time every time he mentions it.

But this time, Yu Bai didn't joke anymore, but took the envelope containing the manuscript and came straight to Zhao Xueman.

"Zhao Da, class leader, I want to sign up for submission."

It's very direct and domineering, at least when Yu Bai got up today, he deliberately used gel water to get his hair down. It's good that the two lives are still aesthetically thrown away from the students, but after pretending to be b, they found that Zhao Xue didn't raise his head and didn't even answer.

After taking a closer look, I found that Zhao Xueman was asleep on the table, looking at the pen in her hand, and half of the test papers below, Yu Bai was a little distressed for a few seconds, and Yu Bai could only gently push to wake her up.

"Wake up squad leader Zhao, this is the manuscript I wrote."

Zhao Xueman, who raised her head, had a worried look in her eyes, her face was full of sleepiness, in this case, let alone communicating, I am afraid that there is only one thought in front of me, who is disturbing my sweet dream.

"What draft?" Zhao Xueman was sleeping in a daze at the moment, and subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.

Seeing that she looked stupid and didn't sleep enough, Yu Bai smiled, "I know that the college entrance examination is coming, and it's a good thing to work hard, but don't study too late at night, you should play and sleep, like you are smart and diligent, you will definitely be able to get into the key points." ”

"As long as you are poor, if you really want you to be so accurate, then I must have gone to play a long time ago, what did you say about the draft just now?"

Yu Bai wanted to say that she was admitted to the key point with the highest score in the school, which no one could have imagined later, because in the high school in their county, the admission rate was simply low.

Only the top few in each class are likely to be admitted to the key points, and it depends on the performance of the examination room, whether there will be mistakes and the voluntary filling of the luck component.

But when I heard her mention the matter of signing up for submissions, I quickly skipped them, "Yes, I want to sign up, I want to contribute." ”

"What's your name?"

"It's the registration for the National New Concept Essay Competition, otherwise what else could it be." Yu Bai watched her expression gradually change from doubt to surprise, and continued proudly, "Well, this is my manuscript, remember to help me hand it over to the school and mail it out." ”

Zhao Xueman looked at the envelope in his hand, and then looked at the afterglow in front of him, and it took a long time to determine the authenticity of this matter.

"I didn't expect a few people to dare to sign up."

"What do you mean by this, someone has already reported it before me?" Even Yu Bai was a little surprised by this matter, because in his previous life, he remembered that there were some people in the whole school who contributed to this matter, but there was no one in their class, could it be that his little butterfly worked?

But soon Yu Bai himself denied it, because he hadn't done anything yet, and there was no possibility of this.

"Who are they? I've also seen a lot. ”

"Who else can there be, the people who are in trouble with you, and Bian Mengmeng and Li Ran."

In an instant, Yu Bai was not calm, and said secretly in his heart: He didn't think it was strange for the two girls to contribute, because these two people, like him, were the kind of hypocritical people in the class. Can you be embarrassed with me...... Wang Yao? That's right, it should be him, but what do you want to do with the silent submission, has he also changed his temper?

The reason why I think so is because among the four people they are embarrassed, Wang Yao and Yu Bai have a trace of literary temperament, but Wang Yao is more introverted, while Yu Bai is outgoing.

If Yu Bai writes something and shows it to others, then what Wang Yao writes will only show to the four of them or cover himself to see, this is the difference, and it is also what Yu Bai is curious about.

When I turned around, I saw Wang Yao walking over with a tangled face, "What, squad leader, I was joking today, you should cross out my name." ”

"Cross out?"

"Yes, you haven't looked at the cold window of our class for ten years, and the talented fish who haven't gone out for ten years are all out of the house, so others can't fight, after thinking about it, the competition is so fierce, I still sacrifice myself, and it's better to fulfill others."

"Roll the calf, just your two blows, and fulfill others, I will sacrifice you first."

When the words landed, the two of them ran after each other in the classroom.