About a week later, the head teacher called me in and said that someone had written an anonymous letter to the department, accusing me of being a bully and disuniting my classmates. Between the lines, wind, frost, snow and rain, blood and tears. I didn't know to read it beforehand, and I also think that this character points to, at least at the level of a high government.

The head teacher is a young man, just graduated for less than two years, and I always think it is fair. He showed me the letter and said that the department had handed over this matter to me, which explained that it still had to be clarified, and it was impossible to listen to one-sided words. I assured the leader that Zhuang Ning is an excellent student cadre, and he will never be like what he said in the letter - but then again, you should also pay attention to the method when you usually do your work, and you can't be too sharp. In addition, you don't have to worry about this matter anymore, just bear with it if you can. Regardless of who is right and who is wrong, I want you to make a statement with me today, and that's it.

Managers are all like this, each giving fifty boards, persuading the skin not to persuade the skin. At the age of seventeen, I listened to his teachings, tried to distinguish between being interrupted by him, and thought angrily that no matter how corrupt he was inside, give him a bright and smooth skin, and he would be fine. It's a terrible adult world.

Okay, that's it. Is it okay if I don't accompany me?

Since then, I have been going out early and returning late, and I have been sleeping when I go back to the dormitory, and no one cares much. The rest of the time, either in class, in self-study, or in the student union, busy evening.

We solicited sponsors everywhere, while drawing up the program schedule of the party, among which the more interesting ones were a classic interpretation, from "Romeo and Juliet" "Don't swear to the moon, the moon is capricious", to "Gone with the Wind" "Tomorrow is a new day", to "Half Life" "Shijun, we can't go back", and then to "Journey to the West" "If God allows me to do it again", the real ancient and modern Chinese and foreign stew.

Without reporting the specific title, the audience can write out the answers and participate in the lottery. Prizes range from dolls to 200 yuan supermarket shopping vouchers.

I also rolled a small role in it, to wear a red gauze skirt, barely covering the knees, to hold a long sword in his hand, the silver light of the tin foil wrap, to be extremely lamenting, if one day, I ask your favorite person if it is me, you must lie to me.

Playing with me was the little boy who had tried to woo Xie Duan, surnamed Chen, and his lines were very stylish - everyone can be very vicious, as long as he tried what jealousy is.

We rehearsed in the small theater, and every time we didn't have time to speak, our lines were cut off by our own hilarity. are all young people who have not yet suffered from love, and it feels like telling a cold joke when they openly tell these life and death partings. Luo Ting was so anxious that she yelled at the bottom, don't laugh, I'll see who laughs again!

The poor love jokes were disfigured by their unserious hearts, and they were ridiculous and untidy.

"Pain, you know? Suffering. Luo Ting clenched her fists and said to a little girl: "Your reunion has been a matter of fact, your 'why' is to express your state of mind, UNDERSTAND?" "

She said that the ancient Greek language was useless, that the spirit of drama would not come down on us people, and that those delicate words and phrases seemed to be irrelevant, and they were left aside to watch us play about love without knowing how to suffer. Say "I love you", and I will lose my teeth first, and I will mix it up with more laughter.

Luo Ting finally said to me weakly: "Zhuang Ning, find me all the films, and review them all." "

It is not difficult to collect these business cards or hot films, and the small video store next door has everything, but a large number of pirated discs have been moved back, but the VCD player of the student union has broken down. Xiao Chen then suggested that his roommate had an old computer, which was basically a public good, and had an optical drive.

But, that optical drive. Xiao Chen also said that sometimes, we use it as an ashtray, and I don't know if it can be used.

"...... Give it a try. Chairman Luo was very helpless and said, "I'll go back and apply to Mr. Su." "

So four or five of us girls, at two o'clock in the afternoon, went into the boys' dormitory. It's cleaner than expected, but the air is a bit muddy. There weren't many people in the aisles.

Teacher Su arranged for us to come at this time to disturb the people as little as possible.

L University has always been more tense on the issue of the relationship between men and women, and the school rules written in black and white clearly order adolescent boys and girls to guard the door and not communicate with each other. If you really have something to go into, you can do it. Submit an application to the department, write down the reason, and then sign a pledge that you will never do anything in vain to read the sages. In this way, you may be able to get a string of doors for two hours.

Such strict precautions lead to the fact that such scenes can often be seen before curfew, where lovers seize the last moment to whisper, and then part with a pre-doomsday gesture of love.

A normal woman, no matter how inconsequential she behaves, must be curious about the places where the opposite sex lives, such as me, at the moment my hands are being held by my companions, and our palms are slightly sweaty.

"Zhuang Ning, here, here." Xiao Chen waited at the door of his bedroom and complained when he saw us: "Why are you waiting so hard? "

The room was chaotic and crowded, and when we sat down, we basically didn't want to move the place, and we were about a dozen men and women, chatting, playing cards, and eating in this square place, and forgot about serious things within half an hour.

My technique of frying land has become more and more sophisticated, pasting a note on someone's face, and then clapping my hands and standing up:

"I'll go out for a while."

"There's a toilet here." Xiao Chen struggled to blow the note away from his face and said.

"...... Thank you for reminding you to use it slowly. I'll be back in ten minutes. "

When I walked to the door, I heard them chirping and laughing behind me, and when I turned around, Xiao Chen said leisurely:

"Zhuang Ning - don't be too fast, it's still early."

I didn't understand it for a while, but seeing that these people were smiling happily, I soon came back to my senses, and I stepped on the edge of the door, rubbed a hot water bottle next to my feet, and said calmly:

"Where~ where is it cool~ stay and go."

When I brought my backhand to the door, my face turned red, and I walked with my two hands to cool my cheeks, and felt the corners of my mouth curl up - yes, I wasn't really angry at all.

Shen Sibo opened the door for me, the surprise in the first two seconds was real, and when he reacted, he did a little too much - his hand was on the doorknob, and the five fingers of the other hand were on his heart, staring at me with a stunned expression.

I saw that in his black eyes, there was that kind of playful gaze, he was actually such a naughty bag, only I knew, only I could see. The two of us stared at each other, like tears that we hadn't seen in years.

I finally couldn't help it, and I couldn't control my smile: "Don't be weird Shen Sibo." "

He also laughed, let me in, poured a cup of hot water from his own cup and handed it over: "How did you run in?" "

"Surprised?"

"I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised at what you do."

"Look at what you say." I hugged the cup: "As if I am, I am ......"

I've known him for so many years, and sometimes he still stumbles when he speaks, which is really weird. What am I? Shen Sibo, why don't you tell me.

But he didn't answer, but just looked at me, pleasantly and patiently, just listening to me.

"You're alone? What are you doing? "

He motioned for me to look at the textbook spread out on the table, the heavy dictionary, and the Walkman.

The place where he lives every day is like this, and I sit on his square stool and touch the edge of his desk, and I feel so kind.

"Let me check." I hooked my fingers on the drawer handle and turned to look at him: "Are there any love letters?" "

Shen Sibo stood a meter away, my favorite one, and smiled gently and a little playfully: "Search, search for you." "

I opened it, and there were a bunch of magazines in the east and west, such as "World Military", "Military Exposition", "Weapons Journal", and all kinds of tapes. This boy looked at Xixiu, but in fact, he was also messy, I said, "Look at you." "

"I've found everything, it's fine."

I still sorted it out for him according to my own taste: "...... There's also a pair of bracers, what is this? ...... What about this? ...... Look at you. "

Shen Sibo leaned on the edge of someone else's table, watching me quickly put these miscellaneous items in order, and did not speak. I said, "Bring me the cloth of your bedchamber." "

So he went and got it and handed it to me: "Are you really not tired?" "

I didn't have time to feel a sense of accomplishment, so I wiped everything and cleaned up all the clutter that I didn't need. There was a small box lying in the innermost, and I fished it out to see that it was an electric razor.

"Did you use a razor? Did you use a razor? "I was so surprised that I asked twice in a row.

Shen Sibo couldn't laugh a little: "What's the problem?" "

I approached him and looked closely, and sure enough, I hadn't paid attention to it before: "...... Small stubble. "

"Miss, this is too normal." He reached out and touched his chin, and said, "If you don't, it will be miserable." "

Of course I know that, but it's different, he's a boy I grew up with, it's one thing to like it, it's another thing to realize that he's an adult male.

"Can I touch it?"

He was stunned for a moment: "Yes." "

I was inexplicably trembling, and before I could touch it, my eyes closed.

Shen Sibo laughed instead: "Why are you so nervous? "

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chin, where there were small hard thorns, just slightly protruding from the skin, sinking into my fingertips, and the rest of my body was empty, except for the tingling of those three fingers.

Shen Sibo let go of his hand, and for a moment neither of us spoke, and in silence, he reached over me and turned on the lamp.

The warm orange light spread out, and the room was thick and warm, silky quiet, and I repeated a slow and soft tone in my heart—click, click, click. Time has become something outside of one's body.

In this atmosphere, I unconsciously turned around, picked up the last magazine on the table and put it in, and tried to close the drawer, but I didn't know where it got stuck, and it was useless to try hard.

"I'll do it." Shen Sibo said and came over and helped me push it up from behind.

At the moment, I am only wearing a thin sweater, my upper body is slightly leaning forward, my back and some parts of his body will not touch, as long as I lean back, the whole person will be in the crook of his arm.

I could hear his breathing, his heart beating violently in my shoulder blades through a layer of flesh. The whole skin there was a burning pain, and I was greedy, but I didn't know how to extend it - just then, someone slammed the door in.

Judging from the first look on his classmates when he saw us, I guess he thought he was in the wrong room: "Damn! "

"Snap" closed the door, he paused outside for a few seconds, and then knocked, his voice distressed:

"Can I come in for a while? Just a moment, there is really an urgency. "

Shen Sibo and I looked at each other, and the latter walked over and opened the door. When Zhuo He came in, he was embarrassed to look at me, grabbed a notebook and hurriedly ran out: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you continue." "

This embarrassment has reached this point, and although I have not done anything, I really can't help but feel a little ashamed. But there are other things in the mood, such as little pride, such as little sweetness, they are like a group of lively and coaxing children, I don't know whose voice to listen to - I waited for Shen Sibo to explain, and hoped that he would not explain.

He really didn't say anything, and when Zhuo He went out, he closed the door. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and came out, and he sat in a chair and looked at me.

I shook the drops of water from my hand: "What should I do?" Can you kill him? "

He laughed, in my favorite way: "No problem. "

I felt like I had a piece of sugar under my tongue, and I was so tired that I had to pretend to be calm: "Then, I'll go back first." "

On the way back to Xiao Chen's bedroom, I couldn't stop laughing, and I almost knocked on the wrong door when I went to the wrong floor. It's easy to pinpoint, and I was just about to push open the door and go in, only to hear a loud "bang".

I was so frightened that I stood there thinking for a moment that I had been so carried away by a lightning strike.

Then I heard Xiao Chen howl violently: "Damn! Who put the water bottle at the door? "

Xiao Chen burned his foot and had difficulty moving. Luo Ting said, what's going on, things haven't been going well recently, we have to go to the temple to worship a god when we have time.

On Saturday, I accompanied her to Yongqing Temple by subway, "480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain" -- this is the 480th of that. After more than 1,000 years of catastrophes and small catastrophes, he survived a scarred body and received incense and prayers.

At the place that sells souvenirs, I was attracted by the couple's amulet, which is small and cute, and the price is also very good, one hundred and eighty-one pairs.

The girl behind the counter explained that these were all consecrated on the first day of the new year, and each pair was only one of two pieces, which was unique.

Luo Ting looked at me and kept staring at it and refused to leave, and asked, "Zhuang Ning, do you have a boyfriend?" "

"Just see." I hurriedly pointed at the jade Buddha next to me with my finger: "What about this, how much is this?" "

"Three thousand eight." The girl said expressionlessly.

We withdrew.

When Luo Ting burned incense, I quietly went back.

The girl put the amulet in two small red pockets, and when she handed it to me, she repeated it again and again: "You and your lover, one by one, in your wallet, and you must not touch the third person before, otherwise it will not work." "

"Okay." I opened the wallet and put one into the inner layer, and the other into the bag, it felt like a promise, but it became more and more unbreakable because of the mystery - Shen Sibo, you see, just like the Zixia Fairy in "Journey to the West" said, no way, the will of heaven is the greatest, isn't it.

When we came out of the temple, Luo Ting asked me, "What time is it?" "

"Half past five."

She was silent for two or three seconds, and then said, "Then there are still five or six hours - are you familiar with the train station?" "

"Cooked."

"Just cook." She turned her head and raised her chin: "Accompany me to pick up someone." "

She was one of the few who didn't like such an unpleasant tone, which made me feel like blind obedience, and I asked, "Who?" "

"Do you want to know so clearly?" She laughed and patted me, "You'll know when you see it." "

We went shopping near the train station, and when we were tired of shopping, we sat in KFC and watched the night sink down a little. By the time we arrived, the station was already brightly lit. Large pieces of glass, reinforced iron bones, with a transparent texture in the night.

The train we are waiting for, L starts, green box, we have to let go when we see the car, and there are many other individual passengers. Slow, dirty, squeezed, to choose it is to choose ten or twenty hours of torture.

But it's true that the end of the year is approaching, and there aren't many options to choose from on the railroad. Luo Ting said that this comrade came back from Xi'an, and there was only one trip to sit on it. I also have deep sympathy for this unknown person.

The train stopped at the station, the passengers came out one after another, and the black clouds were overwhelming, and the crowds were crowded.

In the blink of an eye, the platform was full of people. Luo Ting looked around, and before I could ask, her gaze had stopped, and then she walked over quickly.

My gaze followed her, to a man.

This man is tall, carrying a denim bag and has a tough face.

Familiar.

It doesn't look like Luo Ting's boyfriend, how can there be lovers who don't have any contact with each other when they reunite, just standing there just talking, and the ambiguous stage will not be like this.

Besides, what did she mean by asking me to come along? I still haven't figured it out.

At this time, Luo Ting turned her head and beckoned me to come over.

"I mentioned it to you, Qi Xiang, Senior Brother Qi." I looked at her as she spoke, and I don't know if it was because of the cold or the light, her face was a little red.

By the way, I was confused, it turned out to be him, and it was the third time we had met - although this person's appearance changed every time. At the moment, he is like a lone roader in a travelogue, or an indispensable one in Western romance novels, or a photojournalist for National Geographic.

In short, it is not the future pride of the legal profession that I saw last time, nor is it the young man who is sad alone under the moonlight.

And in any case, at the moment he is just a man who has no impression of me. After Luo Ting introduced "This is Zhuang Ning, our little junior sister", he reached out and shook my hand in a sloppy manner, and his eyes didn't even stop on me.

I retracted my hand and put it in my pocket, and made a grimace in my heart, hum, what a proud thing. My Shen Sibo also has so many girl pets, he is still so polite and gentle, are you like this? Take a break.

"Boiled dried shreds, steamed dumplings with crab roe, steamed pork ribs with powder, small wontons with chicken sauce, please use them slowly." The waiter put away the tray and left.

In front of me was a thick chicken broth, with a little seaweed, coriander and dried shrimp, the wonton skin was almost transparent, and the sesame oil bloomed in the soup.

On a winter night, hungry and cold, in the face of this bowl of small wontons famous in the city, I was almost moved to tears, and Qi Xiang, who was sitting opposite, was separated by this layer of hot mist, which seemed a lot softer in my eyes.

Luo Ting was on my left hand, her fingers resting on the handle of the spoon, but her eyes were not on the food, but on the man opposite:

"What are your plans when you come back?"

"Let's talk about it."

"Do you want to go over there?"

Qi Xiang looked at it and smiled: "How is it possible." "

"How could it be. After all...... Perhaps, you ...... There is still a chance to ......"

I have never heard Chairman Luo speak so hesitantly and hesitantly.

"Don't talk about it." The other party's tone was very light, and he cut her off: "It's all over." "

There was silence for a while.

"By the way, Senior Brother Qi, I went to see your mock trial last time." I looked up and said, "Great." "

He turned to look at me and said thank you.

"I didn't think I was looking good before I went, and I thought no one wanted to be a defender."

"Why?"

"He's a wife-killer."

"Which court handed down the sentence?"

"Well, his lawyer's wife must have been particularly insecure since then."

Qi Xiang smiled slightly: "How old are you?" "

"Freshman."

He nodded: "It's still too late for you to change departments." "

"...... Why? "

"According to your logic, lawyers in criminal cases in the world are criminals, and lawyers in civil cases must have a lot of troubles around them. Why do you have to go all the way to the dark? "

I've never been choked so badly when I've grown so big: "If it were in reality, you would have defended him?" "

"It depends."

"For example?"

"For example, the prosecutor is you." He looked at me and said. Without waiting for us to ask why, he lowered his head and scooped the ravioli, and continued slowly, "Because the winning rate will be high." "

If it weren't for Luo Ting pulling me, I might not be able to say anything, what's so great about my senior brother, what's so great about the former student president, I can casually despise other people's professional abilities?

I got up and went to the bathroom.

"Share." Luo Ting's voice fell behind him: "I have something to ask you for help." "

After the meal, the waiter came to check out, and all three of us took out our wallets. Luo Ting glared at me: "Put it away." "

However, Qi Xiang held down her hand holding the banknote and whispered, "I'll come." "

Patting his clothes and standing up, just after taking two steps, I heard Qi Xiang's voice:

"Who of you is this?"

Luo Ting and I turned around, and he was leaning over to pick up a small light blue object on my seat. It had a long red thread that was supposed to sit quietly in a small pocket in my bag.

I thought of the words of the sales girl and immediately screamed, "Don't touch!" "

However, it was too late, and he had already held it in his hand, and the small silk garment was between his beautiful fingers, and the silk threads were drooping down, resigned to fate.

He straightened up and handed it to me: "Yours? "

I glared at him, and it wasn't that I didn't take it. I'm not a particularly superstitious person, but at this moment I can't help but feel like this - that promise, God borrowed his hand to take it back, rejecting my wishful thinking.

I was very, very depressed for a while, and I didn't know what to do.

Qi Xiang saw that I didn't move, put it on the table, and was about to leave.

"Wait." I gritted my teeth and said, "You throw it away, thank you." "

That's all I can say about my indignation. My emotions were frozen in that thought, and the world faded in an instant—but I still couldn't complain about him, and I was afraid that a word would become a prophecy.

I understand that this is somewhat unreasonable, but the man in front of me has a hate that I have never felt before. I didn't want to say another word to him, so I turned and walked away.

I went back to the dormitory, and was seriously warned by my aunt again, I know you, it's not the first time you've returned late, next time I'll really report to the department.

I'm tired and I don't have the strength to defend myself, okay, okay.

She was still behind me as I climbed the stairs and said, "The little ones now—the end of the sentence dragged on meaningfully. Today, it's a person, so I'm not happy.

I saw Suma moving a stool and sitting under the light in the hallway, this child has always been serious, there is no need to sit here and get cold. I said, "Why are you here?" "

She rolled her eyes and spoke in a tone like a nun talking about a prostitute: "Inside, it's noisy." "

"What did Zeng Xiaobai do again?"

"See for yourself."

I pushed the door in, every nerve was crushed by fatigue, I was tired of speaking half a word, and now I had to face a dispute. I was so depressed that I wanted to cry.

The sight inside the door was beyond my imagination.

Zeng Xiaobai sat on the overturned square stool and looked at a bunch of candles stupidly: "Oh, little ~ butterfly ~ butterfly ~"

Xie Duan was beside him, holding a towel in his hand, and when he turned around and met my gaze, he smiled helplessly.

Zeng Xiaobai suddenly cried again: "I hate it, I hate it to death...... What can I do......"

Xie Duan hurriedly hugged her and persuaded her softly: "Okay, okay, I know, I know." "

I couldn't help but laugh: "What's going on? Where's acting? Zeng Xiaobai, do you know what time it is? "

Xie Duan shook his hand at me. I went over and sat down, it smelled of alcohol.

"What's wrong with her?"

Xie Duan glanced at Zeng Xiaobai hesitantly, the latter has now become an outsider, what we talk about is not in her attention, and she is not involved.

"She saw the flag bearer and other girls on the street." Xie Duan whispered.

"Didn't they break up a long time ago?

Xie Duan sighed softly. "Forget it, I'll do it." I moved the chair closer to the drunken girl:

"Zeng Xiaobai, can you succeed if you don't make trouble?"

She buried her head between her elbows and whimpered like a poor child.

"Really sad? Don't be like that, what's so great about men. "

I was weak and unconvincing when I said this. I've been depressed tonight, just because of the little bit of emotion. I can't even think of my own unproductiveness, what kind of inspirational education do I give this crying girl?

So I changed my tone:

"Otherwise, let's go find another one? --Tell me," I leaned a little closer, and said, "what do you want, I'll knock you unconscious." "

Then he waved his head to Xie Duan: "Duanduan, go, bring the mop in our bedroom." "

If I'm not mistaken, that was the first time I called her Duanduan. She was stunned for a moment, then bit her lip, wanting to laugh but embarrassed.

After a short while, Zeng Xiaobai raised his head from the crook of his arm, tears still flowing vertically and horizontally: "Then I want Xiaobu." "

Little clother, Brad Pitt is also.

It's also a good girl who listens to coaxing, and her voice is still choked. I say:

"No problem, even George Clooney packed it up, and I'll keep the latter for myself."

Zeng Xiaobai smiled energetically, then buried his head again, and hung in a weak voice. Xie Duan sat next to me, his other hand gently patting her.

I don't know when Suma also came in, we gathered around the small table, silently accompanied Zeng Xiaobai, looking at each other's soft expressions in the candlelight, properly - no matter what unpleasantness there was before, in this frustrating and sad night, we four girls with very different personalities, at this moment, finally reached a little understanding, calmness and communion with each other.

I had a nightmare this night, Shen Sibo's family asked him to go on a blind date, and the other party was a thin and white little woman with freckles. Then the two of them ate together, harmonious and cheerful, Shen Sibo was also very cooperative, he couldn't hear me when I called him.

I woke up the next day and the dorm room was empty, and the warm warmth of last night had been replaced by the white sunlight of a winter morning.

And my emotions have not yet crawled out of the dream, I am always immersed in the urge to cry, and when I brush my teeth, I see that I feel like I have been salted, my white hair is weak, my eyes are swollen, and my lips are blue. Very gothic.

I walked out of the dormitory building, and I was a little drowsy from the sun. Looking up, the window and door of Shen Sibo's dormitory were closed, and I wrinkled my nose at it.

He may still be sleeping, not knowing that he is already in a dream, and somehow failed me.

And it's so specific, freckles, huh.

I went to the small theater with a puffy face and a bad mood, and Luo Ting was standing on the rostrum, talking to someone. That person has changed his appearance again today, with a long coat in the style of a military uniform, and a delicate and fair face.

"Zhuang Ning, come here." Luo Ting beckoned to me: "Senior Brother Qi is playing with you today." "

"......"

Qi Xiang looked at me and didn't speak.

"Senior sister." I rarely call Senior Sister Luo Ting: "Can I quit?" "

Of course, I told her that in private. Qi Xiang was sitting on the other side with his mobile phone at that time, whispering that he didn't know who he was talking to.

She looked at me, "Can you not make a mess?" "

"I, I'm coming."

"I didn't let you do manual work."

What else can you do when it's useless to lie? I can't figure out a way anyway.

"He's a person who is going to graduate, so he's going to join in the fun."

"Join in the fun?" Luo Ting's voice went up and down, the same stave: "I finally asked him to promise a cameo." We don't have enough people, but he has a lot of experience and can help me. "

"Why don't you go into battle yourself?" I asked hopelessly, "I'll do it." "

"...... Belch. After a while, she said, "That's not appropriate." "

Facts have proved that such a thing as aura does exist. This rehearsal, just a different person, there are not many children giggling anymore, and suddenly the soul returns to its place. Even the people who were singing and dancing next to him were a little shaken.

However, Qi Xiang actually did nothing, except to recite those unreliable lines with me. I also have to help Luo Ting with some coordination and scheduling work, when he is fine, he just sits on the sidelines, casual, self--but no one dares to Meng Lang anymore.

Later, I got to know him somewhat, he was like this, he often didn't speak, he seemed to have a silent mind everywhere he sits, sometimes he really had something to think about, and sometimes he was just too lazy to socialize. Like a predator who is determined to kill, he is usually accustomed to recuperating his energy.

In his own words, --

I'm lazy, but the average person can't see it. He was driving when he said this, and he turned his head to look at me, his eyes like a fire in the night, but soft. Zhuang Ning, don't tell anyone.

Of course, that was a long, long time later.