Yes, merry, wanton. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In my eyes, there is no better way to describe my innermost expectations than these two words.

A person's life is as short as a. What is pursued is nothing more than an ethereal sense of happiness. If you live unwantedly and unhappily, how can you talk about happiness?

Xiao Tu Ran, your life is still very long, there are still infinite possibilities, I hope you can live a relaxed life and achieve your own life.

The chapter was written on the evening of January 10, 2001

I put away the letter, looked at the sunlight in the room, and couldn't help but stretch out my hand: there was no temperature, no temperature at all.

A tear slipped silently from the corner of my eye.

Ten years have passed. The letter finally reached me.

But at this moment, things have long been wrong. I don't know what kind of mood Mr. Xiaozhang wrote this heavy letter. Again, I don't know if if I had received this letter at the time, what would have happened afterwards would have been prevented! And all this, with the departure of Mr. Xiao Zhang, has become a puzzle that can never be solved.

In the Spring Festival of 2001, Mr. Xiao Zhang hung himself in the cramped and empty faculty dormitory. It wasn't until the school opened after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month that everyone found that Teacher Xiaozhang had already stiffened in the room.

During the Spring Festival in 2001, heavy snow fell from the beginning of the year to the beginning of the first month. In many places, the power lines were crushed by snow, so the electricity was cut off for many days during the Chinese New Year that year. The reason why I remember it so clearly is because it was the only Chinese New Year's Eve in my memory who lit a candle and ate a reunion dinner.

I don't know how Mr. Xiao Zhang survived the days of no light and no relatives alone during those days. Perhaps, it was because of such loneliness that he finally walked on a dead end.

For a long time, I thought that Mr. Xiaozhang had returned to his hometown. Until a class reunion on the night of high school graduation.

The initiator of the reunion was Zhou Hua, a classmate from a former primary school. He invited more than a dozen people who could be contacted from a school at the beginning. Along the way from junior high school to high school, everyone was scattered. Now after the liberation of the college entrance examination, everyone has a lot of idle time and can finally get together for a good get-together.

During the dinner, everyone recalled the past and naturally talked about their favorite teacher. A female classmate said that his favorite teacher at that time was Mr. Xiao Zhang, and his lectures were very vivid and interesting, and I don't know if I can meet him again in the vast sea of people in the future. The classmates at the same table and her class echoed after hearing this. At this time, Zhou Hua, who had not spoken, put down his chopsticks and opened his mouth: "I'm afraid you'll never be able to touch him again." ”

"Why?" The female classmate asked.

"He's dead." After Zhou Hua said this sentence briefly, he picked up the chopsticks again and stretched them out towards a plate of dishes.

"Dead? How so? "Some people expressed doubts.

"How do you know? Teacher Xiaozhang has returned to his hometown~" The female classmate asked Zhou Hua.

Zhou Hua put a few stalks of celery into the bowl: "Who said he went home?" ”

As soon as these words came out, even I was stunned. Didn't Mr. Xiaozhang say that he was going home when the deadline was up?

"But I didn't meet Mr. Xiaozhang in school. Mr. Xiaozhang himself said that the time had come and he was going home, and he ......" argued with a red face.

"Do you know more about these teachers, or do I know more?" Zhou Hua glanced at the boy, put the dish in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

The boy was speechless, and suddenly shrank his head and stopped talking. Zhou Hua's father was one of the three vice principals of Ueno Elementary School, and he naturally knew more than we did.

"Where did Mr. Xiaozhang go later?" The female classmate asked Zhou Hua.

"The people who hit the top were sent to a high mountain valley. You know the high mountain valleys, right? Now almost no one lives. In our second year of junior high school, Teacher Xiaozhang was assigned there. Zhou Hua recounted casually.

Everyone was silent. Contradicting the leader is like something that Teacher Xiaozhang will do. Ueno had the habit of going to the tea factory for three days to "exercise" for three years, but because Mr. Xiaozhang and the principal had a big quarrel, the bad habit was abolished. Everyone who was in the fifth grade at the time witnessed this incident with their own eyes. And the high mountain valley is a famous place of poor mountains and bad waters in the northern plains, and it is rumored that the people there are very strong. There are even rumors that the daughter who married far away was beaten to death in various parts of the northern plains.

"Did he get sick and died?" After being silent for a while, the female classmate who first said that she liked Teacher Xiaozhang asked.

"Suicidal. During the Chinese New Year, hang yourself on the beams of the house. Zhou Hua sighed and said.

I didn't listen to what they said. I just know that my brain is empty. It wasn't until everyone dispersed and went out to blow a breeze with rain that I slowly came back to my senses.

Tan Xi accompanied me on the streets of Beiyuan in June. It rained at night and the air was cold and humid. We held an umbrella and walked along the brightly lit embankment. It wasn't until the soles of their feet were blistered and shivering from the cold that the two of them slowly walked back.

Tan Xi didn't speak, and I didn't say either. Beside the camphor trees stained with rain are embankments and bridges built along the riverbank. The railings of the bridge are flickering with colorful lights, adding a touch of emotion to this thin rainy night. Every metre or two, a tall lamp peeks out from among the camphor trees, emitting a dim yellow light, which is reflected on the surface of the river, and becomes the first blooming flower—a gentle flower with a dusk sigh. When the flowers fall on the surface of the water, they are blown by the wind, and they tremble and float like a faint shadow.

"It's getting late." For a long time, Tan Xi said to me with an umbrella. I nodded silently and followed her down the main street. Along the way, many low-lying places were filled with filthy water. The petals of the magnolia tree fell scattered on the street, stained with mud marks trampled on by pedestrians, and the huge petals of the bad luck were trampled flat, and the original ivory white color could no longer be seen.

The rain was pouring down, and the silence around was terrible. In this lonely rainy night, what I thought I hadn't heard came to mind very clearly.

Zhou Hua said that Teacher Xiaozhang is also fate! If he hadn't come out that way, maybe he wouldn't have ended up like that.

The culprit is the extra two years, but fundamentally, Mr. Xiaozhang has not developed a submissive character. It's not the extra two years that he has alone, but he wants to come out. Forget it. I still have to confront and question others. It's just a matter of contradicting and questioning others. He also angrily pointed at someone's nose and said a few unclean words! Is that what you can say? Don't look at your own identity either! You have everything in the hands of others, and you dare to be so bold!