(a)

Mr. Brown, who has been said for a long time, has finally come to our school. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was a Tuesday afternoon.

That afternoon, Master Xu's car picked you up and took you to school. Mr. Chai accompanied you, and you went to the physical education department to visit everyone, and then you went to the infirmary to get oxygen over there.

After a while, Principal Cheng, the director of the teaching office, and Director Wang came to the infirmary together.

You're lying on the bed, holding an oxygen pillow and getting oxygen, and when you see them coming in, you get up from the bed and want to turn over and sit up.

Principal Cheng stepped forward in three steps and two steps, held you down, and said repeatedly: "Don't get up, don't get up, just lie down and rest to save your strength." ”

He looked at your blue face and sallow lips, and said apologetically, "Oh, I'm so sorry to trouble you for Mr. Brown's visit, and let you delay your return home." Thank you so much! ”

You say, "It's nothing, you're welcome, principal, this is what I should do for the school, it's my duty." It's just a matter of effort. The school has always taken good care of me over the years, and everyone has taken good care of me when I have been sick for so long. ”

Director Wang looked at you a little panting and said these words, and felt a burst of guilt in his heart. He bowed his head.

Principal Cheng said, "How do you feel?" If you feel uncomfortable, don't scruple about it, and don't force yourself in any way. Mr. Brown's business is important, but your body is even more important. ”

You say, "No problem, I'm feeling fine these days." ”

Principal Cheng said: "The so-called going to work is to make a show. Mr. Brown is here in a moment, and you can just stand up and say a few words to him, and get to know him. There will be nothing to do today. On the day of the competition, the school will send a car to pick you up before the competition, go directly to the shooting range, you shoot 10 shots, and have a fight with him, and you can stop at the point. Then, you can rest in peace, and the ticket school will help you change your ticket. ”

You say, "Thank you, Principal." ”

Principal Cheng said: "Lao Wang, you make good arrangements, don't let him be tired, be careful in everything, safety first." ”

Director Wang nodded and said, "I'll arrange it." ”

You said to Coach Wang, "The day before the competition, I want to go back to the shooting range to get used to it. ”

Director Wang said: "Come one more time, are you okay with your body?" ”

You say, "I'm fine." I haven't been in the venue for too long, I haven't touched a gun much for a long time, and I feel a little bottomless in my heart. ”

Director Wang is looking at you. He understands what you mean. You want to see me one more time.

He nodded silently and said, "Okay, I'll pick you up." ”

Principal Cheng said, "I'm going to take Lao Wang to the door to greet Mr. Brown now, and the family will be there in a while." Xiao Chai, you are here to accompany him to have a good rest, we will call, and you will accompany him to the playground and wait. ”

And then he says to you: "If you don't feel good, it's the same to see him in the physical education department." ”

You say, "I'm fine, let's go to the playground and wait for him later." ”

Principal Cheng patted you on the shoulder and said, "Thank you so much!" We'll see you later. ”

(b)

The training schedule that afternoon was physical training in the school.

When Mr. Wu, who was a substitute teacher for our class after your sick leave, led us to gather by the sand pit, I saw Mr. Chai walking slowly from the direction of the teaching building with you.

You look fine, but you look a little tired, you walk slowly, Mr. Chai has been watching you cautiously from the side, from time to time to support you, and you talk to him, as if to indicate that you can come by yourself, you don't need to be supported.

I joined everyone and watched as you slowly walked to the bunker. This distance of more than 300 meters is obviously not easy for you. You stood in front of the bunker and watched us, sweating and panting, unable to speak for a moment, only to smile and greet us.

Everyone watched you come over and greeted you in unison. In the midst of the sound of "good guidance", Mr. Chai moved a chair and asked you to sit next to the sand pit.

Your eyes are on me.

We stared at each other in silence.

You sat down and just took a breath when we saw a group of people appear on the playground. Among them, we saw Brown, an American, accompanied by the principal.

The silver-haired, burly man didn't arrive alone. He was accompanied by his family: his young third wife and the daughter of his second wife.

They stood in the middle of the playground and pointed, as the headmaster seemed to brief him on the history and development plans of the buildings.

It should be said that the Brown family is very eye-catching. Whether it is the tall and burly Brown himself, the exquisite costumes, or the bright beauty and fragrance of Mrs. Brown, but the most memorable thing is the little girl who jumps around the Browns.

It was the prettiest little girl I've ever seen in my life. Her loveliness and beauty tarnished all words, and in the end she could only be described simply by the word "angel".

The first time I saw her, I was fascinated by her. I think all of them are like that. Soon, everyone's eyes were focused on this little girl and couldn't leave.

When I took my eyes back from the Browns and looked back at you, I realized that you were looking at the little girl too. You're a little distracted. You kind of forget about things around you. Your vision is a bit fixed.

I've never seen you look like this.

Just when you were a little distracted, and I was distracted by you, the principal and his party led the Browns in our direction.

For a moment, I suddenly felt a brief tension in your heart. It's as if you're suddenly facing a direct ray of bright light, and you instinctively want to avoid it.

But for only a second, you suppress this inner turmoil. You regain your composure.

With the help of Mr. Chai, you get up from your chair.

You stand there and wait for them to come.

(c)

When the Browns walked up to us, there was another slight shout of admiration from the group.

It's a bit undisciplined, but it's understandable to everyone present.

This slight wave of admiration is something that everyone will come from the heart when they see the little girl of 8 years old. Because she's so beautiful.

Now, no more than three or four meters away from her, I could clearly see her chestnut hair curled over her shoulders, a small braid on the left and right sides of her hair, with pink ribbons tied on the braids, her lips were thin and ruddy, and a soft glow emerged when she smiled, revealing two shallow dimples that set off the height of the bridge of her nose.

The most fascinating thing is her eyes. It is as blue as the water in Hawaii's most beautiful shallow bay, deep and agile, pure and clear, without a trace of impurities. When she looked at someone with such eyes, it was really a vast and unpredictable, ever-changing, and heart-stirring one.

I'm a girl, she's a girl, and I think she still feels this way, and you can imagine what a storm it will set off in a man's soul when she looks at him with such eyes.

This is almost impossible to control with human power. It's like a person who suddenly sees an angel appear in front of him and can't help but get to his knees.

There's a deep instinctive power in this, which comes from something we don't understand.

I kept looking at this little girl while the principal was introducing you and Brown.

The girl, who had been trying to act alone and break away from the team just now, seemed to have quieted down all of a sudden. She stopped bouncing and looking around with that energy, no more tangling and stumbling around her father's knees, no more trying to crumple the hem of her stepmother's skirt. She snuggled up to her father's lap, a heightened concentration in her eyes.

I couldn't help but look in the direction she was staring.

Then, I was taken aback. I'm pretty sure she's staring at you!

Her eyes are so focused, so focused that they are as sharp as a sword, and there must be so much energy in them that you feel it all at once.

You looked at Brown, but the muscles around your eyes moved slightly, as if you were suddenly being hit by a bright light from the stinger. The urge to turn around and dodge swells up in your heart again. But it's like you've been driven there by a long nail. You can't dodge it as you want. You are forced to stay under the light of this bright light. Let the light shine directly into the pupils.

I hear the sound of glass shattering from a window in your heart. The gaze of those eyes shattered some of your barriers or defenses and entered your deep consciousness. And this kind of barrier or defense is exactly what you have always wanted to break through, but never did.

You also obviously feel this internal intrusion collapse, which affects your attention to Brown.

So when Brown looks you up and down, extends his hand to you enthusiastically, and admires your youth and temperament, you don't react for a moment. It takes you about two or three seconds before you realize that Brown has spoken to you. You come to your senses, shake Brown's hand, and greet him.

Brown was amazed again when he found out that you could still speak in English. So, he continues to ask about your resume, but you don't seem to hear it.

Seeing that the principal's eyes hardened a little, the dean took Brown's question in a timely manner and began to answer for you. He connected so naturally that Brown didn't feel any obvious gaps, so he avoided embarrassment.

(iv)

Sandwiched between the quiet gaze of the little girl and your wandering mind, I feel the turmoil in your heart more and more intensely.

The fluctuation in your heart is as high as the moment you caught me on the lawn that night and slapped me in the face, and even more than that, perhaps, the vibration, like the moment when you saw the amulet pattern I drew on paper.

It's one of the few moments you get upset.

Compared to the calm you have always been, you are not only restless now, you can simply say that you are a little lost.

I'm like this, standing among you, watching the freeze in her heart lake and the waves in your heart lake.

A lot of people see your meeting with the little girl. But they didn't see what I saw. There are different worlds in different eyes. Different minds will interpret it differently.

That day, it was just me, or even yourself, who saw a huge whirlpool that was forming under this usual scene of meeting and greeting. Its generation is so thrilling, its power is so invincible, and its scope is so vast and enormous, if it were to be described, or it could be described as: a high-speed whirlpool 120 times the size of New York City, reaching a depth from the ocean to the Mariana Trench.

But even if you break through the surface of things and see the vortex lurking underneath, what can you do?

With my flesh and blood, and the power of a woman, how can I contend with this ancient power that has been going on for thousands of years?

Just like you can't stop winter from replacing autumn, just like you can't stop the sun from rising in the east and setting in the west, just like you can't stop the old age, just like you can't stop the vicissitudes of life.

At that time, what I couldn't understand the most was that the nail that stuck you can't escape didn't come from the outside world. It comes from your own.

It is some force within yourself that compels you to be inescapable.

It is you who command yourself to face the bright light that you do not want to face.