After that night, the atmosphere between Song Jia and Chen Chuan became very awkward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Chen Chuan still has to do what he should do. He gets up at six o'clock every day to memorize words, washes up and eats breakfast at seven o'clock, then goes to the classroom for self-study, goes to the cafeteria for lunch at noon, goes back to the dormitory to sleep for half an hour and then goes to the classroom, and eats anything at night to study until ten o'clock and returns to the dormitory.

It's Song Jia who is awkward.

He didn't talk to Chen Chuan for three days, and he tried to stagger with each other when he ate in class, and he must go back to the dormitory before Chen Chuan at night, and he couldn't stand it a little after three days. Song Jia is the kind of person with a particularly enthusiastic personality, you let him hold back and not speak all the time, or don't talk to your friends is even more uncomfortable than killing him. Holding it until the third day was already his limit.

So on the third night, he didn't go up early to "make pancakes" like before, but waited until Chen Chuan came back.

"I thought about it for three days." Song Jia spoke preemptively—Chen Chuan hadn't put his schoolbag off his back yet—"I don't think what you said the other day was wrong. ”

Chen Chuan was at a loss for a moment—the argument a few days ago was as distant to him as it had been years ago, but immediately he understood what Song Jia meant. Sighing, Chen Chuan put down his schoolbag and pulled a chair to sit on himself, "Why are you wrong again?" Chen Chuan said patiently: "I think I made it very clear at that time, right?" I thank you for your kindness, but it would be weird if I took the money. ”

"I didn't mean that!" Song Jia almost jumped up, he walked around the room irritably, his feet getting heavier and heavier each time, and finally he stopped before he started to protest downstairs, took a deep breath, and said to Chen Chuan with an unprecedented serious expression: "I think that your kindness to others is a little too sensitive!" Now that the words have been spoken, the rest of the words are much easier to say, and Song Jia simply said in one breath: "Why-I think this word is really too ugly and too hurtful!" ”

Teenage friendships can be very strong, but they can also be very fragile.

Just as Song Jia felt that Chen Chuan was extremely sensitive, Chen Chuan also felt that Song Jia was sometimes stubborn and unimaginable. The world in which the two of them grew up is too far apart, and their views and positions on many issues are also 108,000 miles apart. Chen Chuan didn't understand why Song Jia could keep saying that it was just a friend's help and not see how much stimulation it was for his self-esteem; And Song Jia didn't understand why Chen Chuan had to mix the help and gifts of his friends with cheap pity and sympathy.

Such incomprehension and incomprehension are like balloons that are constantly injected with gas in the hearts of the two teenagers, and sooner or later they will completely explode one day.

"You can tell me it's help or something, and I can't tell you it's help?" Chen Chuan didn't want to quarrel with Song Jia, he was mentally and physically exhausted after a day of rolling, and now he just wanted to lie down and sleep well. But looking at Song Jia's angry red face, Chen Chuan felt that his wishful thinking probably didn't work - Song Jia, stubborn, was more terrible than anything else.

"I didn't say that! We didn't mean that either! Song Jia kicked the foot of the bed and said irritably: "Isn't it good to make your life easier?" Why do you work so yourself! That's what we think! ”

Right. They just felt unfair for Chen Chuan. At the beginning of the 20000s, capital had become the most important element in the control of life. Whether it's money, status, or even class, everything is decided at birth. What Song Jia and they have at their fingertips, Chen Chuan must put in a hundred times the effort to be able to match it.

Chen Chuan let out a long sigh, as if through such an act, he could evacuate the gloom and anger hidden in his heart and no longer bother himself. He looked at Song Jia—the other man's face was heavy, and they both knew that the conversation had touched on something that not only them, but even their parents could not change—and gradually smiled a genuine, without any pretense or reluctance.

"I'm very grateful to you - whether it's you or your uncle and aunt, or Zhao Mo and Fang Ping, I'm really happy to meet you and become friends."

"However, there are some things that I can only face by myself, and only I can solve them. If I rely on your strength now, or even become a habit, I think this must be wrong. ”

"I admit that what I said before was too much-" Chen Chuan glanced at Song Jia apologetically, "I was really a little angry at that time, hey, in fact, I can't say that I was angry," he said leisurely, "It's just that I'm very embarrassed." Seriously, I have low self-esteem. ”

Song Jia looked at him stunned.

"That's the end of it." Chen Chuan walked up to Song Jia and looked at him sincerely: "It's about to be the third year of high school, I don't think anything is better than studying hard and studying hard, you haven't been going to self-study these days, right?" ”

Song Jia turned his head a little embarrassed and muttered in a low voice: "Is there a reason for this......"

Chen Chuanquan didn't hear it, and continued to say: "Let's go to the classroom early tomorrow, it's too hot these days, and it's really uncomfortable in the dormitory." ”

Song Jia hurriedly picked up his words and said, "That's it! I had to be woken up by the heat several times a night. ”

They complained a few more times that the dormitory was stuffy like a steamer, and the two of them lay down on the bed one after the other as if nothing had happened before, and Song Jiala turned off the lights, it was too late, and even the street lights outside had been extinguished, leaving only the moon hanging high in the sky to shed a clear light for them.

Chen Chuan didn't sleep all night that night. He listened to the creaking of the bed above, and he knew that Song Jia was constantly turning over—and he wasn't asleep either.

The hectic tuition sessions began shortly afterward. They soon ran out of time and energy to think about other nonsense. The teachers told them that they only had two months to study the new curriculum of their third year of high school, and that they had to devote their full attention to endless revisions the rest of the time.

The head teacher propped up the podium with both hands and looked down at the students in the audience: "This is just the beginning! "During the year, you should not think about anything other than studying, in other words, your work is nothing but studying, studying, studying, studying," he stressed. Don't make excuses, and don't make excuses! You must understand that giving and giving are not equal, but if there is no giving, then there must be no return! ”

That's right – there's no reward if you don't give. Students have to work hard from now on in order to pay off in a year. The course is going so fast that no one dares to take it lightly - even if you desert for 10 minutes during class, you will have no idea what the teacher is talking about when you come back to your senses.

The atmosphere in the classroom began to become delicate, and everyone began to care about their scores and rankings. In this atmosphere, if there is an unexpected joy, it is probably for Song Jia and Chen Chuan that Fang Ping has finally returned to his original class - he gave everyone a small surprise in the test before the start of school, and finally caught up with the scores and rankings again.

On the day of moving the desk, Song Jia helped Fang Ping get a chair, Chen Chuan hugged a lot of books and test papers, and Fang Ping moved the desk by himself, even so, it took a lot of time for the three of them to set everything up.

Fang Ping sorted out the last stack of books, looked around the classroom with emotion, and said with mixed feelings: "I almost thought that I really couldn't come back." ”

It was noon break, Song Jia rode on the chair upside down, his legs were spread on both sides of the chair, he folded his hands on the back of the chair, and said lazily: "Don't worry, even under the threat of your father, you can't come back." ”

When Fang Ping heard this, he immediately showed a worried expression, and he nodded again and again: "You are so right! My dad said that if I still don't do well in this ranking test, then I'll live on the street by myself! No need to go home! ”

Chen Chuan sat on the table next to him, and when he heard this, he immediately remembered the scene where he saw Fang Ping's father teaching him a lesson during the summer vacation, and suddenly the picture was not too clear, and he couldn't help laughing: "I think this is what your father really did." He meant something: "I don't know if your dad will say what kind of cover roll do you want, pick up two newspapers by yourself and it's the bed." ”

The unlucky son, who had heard his father really say this, glared at Chen Chuan sadly.

The three of them made a fuss for a while, and they went to the cafeteria to eat together in a particularly comfortable mood - they decided to celebrate Fang Ping once, and also called Zhao Mo by the way, the latter played steadily in this exam, coupled with the hellish tutoring in the summer vacation, and saved the ultra-low math score with a super high comprehensive score, and the total score and ranking actually rose slightly.

Students are so simple that the results of a single exam can make them cheer. In the rigors of their senior year of high school, even such a small victory can make them feel immensely happy. Life for decades, but only this year, no distractions and hard work is the main theme of life, and after this year, no matter how great success is achieved, the taste of victory seems to be never as good as the year of the third year of high school.

Chen Chuan in particular acknowledges this. Many years later, he has completely become an adult, and he has experienced a lot of things in the world, including many joys and happiness, but only the third year of high school, which is intertwined with hardships and joys, makes him unforgettable. Before that, the pride of the young man supported him, and he was unwilling to bow his head even in front of his friends, but soon he understood one thing completely - his so-called sensibility and reasoning before were just someone sheltering him, and he soon had to face the cruelest and sad side of life alone, and after that, he no longer dared to pride himself in his understanding, because true sensibility was accompanied by endless pain.