The bus drove all the way without any pause, and after arriving at the destination, I slowly woke up, got off the bus, got back my luggage, and went back to school in a daze, paused for a moment, and went to the dormitory first.

It's really like being saved, everyone feels that leaving that sinful place is salvation, and then they take out their mobile phones and start contacting their parents and friends, reporting their safety and complaining about their hardships.

And I, too, took out my small mobile phone from the cabinet, waiting to turn it on, but there was still a little expectation in my heart.

In the end, it turned out that it was still not as good as expected.

Otherwise, the feeling of expecting to be empty is too uncomfortable.

After the phone was turned on, I looked at it, so strange, it seemed that I had forgotten how to operate, gently swiping the screen, it was rusty, like an old man.

Psychophysiology will be a little different.

The mobile phone is the same as when I left, there is no message, the only text message is still from 10086, such a condolence text message, carrying more sadness and pain.

Heartwarming and cold.

Because, the only text message is: "Your phone bill is less than five yuan, please pay in time."

This kind reminder came very timely.

Don't worry too much about this moment, even if there is information, what can it prove? It's okay to live a free and chic life, and there's no need to care about these things outside your body.

And although some people seem to live a lot of life on the surface and have a lot of friends, who can understand in their hearts!

Go home.

After the military training, I thought I could rest for a long time, but I didn't expect that there would only be one day off, because the day I came back happened to be Saturday, and Sunday was a day off, and classes were officially on Monday.

However, boarding students also need to arrive at school early and study in the evening, which is actually not necessary, after all, no one is studying, either alone in a daze or looking at each other and chatting, after all, they just don't want to study, and they also resist learning from the heart.

When I come home, I feel like a child who has gone out to work, and I haven't come home for a few years, which can be described as a full banquet, and my family is very simple on weekdays, just like grandma, her way of being good to people is to make a lot of delicious food, only then will she feel that you are happy and happy, and she will be satisfied.

In fact, the same is true for most people in the family.

Today's meal is quite rich.

As soon as he walked in the door and sat down, he naturally complained: "We are tired of military training, we have to get up at five o'clock every day, and the training is very strict, and I ......basically don't even have time to rest."

"yes, we're all tanned, our legs hurt a lot, and the things we bought there are very expensive......

My sister and I cooperated and said, she also felt hard and tired, which shows that it is not that I am hypocritical, but really tired.

Sincerely tired.

And it's instinct to complain and complain to your family.

However, before we finished speaking, and before we could finish our suffering, we were interrupted.

At the dinner table, Dad glanced at us, then pulled the rice in his bowl and said, "How can you not be tired from training, you can do whatever the instructor says, just endure it, don't think about it, eat more." ”

This......

It seems that there is no chance to continue complaining, this is the case at home, their children's complaints are always children's problems, and what teachers and instructors say is always the truth, so they should do it.

This is the principle that Dad has always adhered to.

However, I disagree.

That's why we don't have a common topic between us, we can never talk about a topic, and we think differently about each other, like a deep sea level.

My sister and I didn't really hate that place, but now that we've persevered, we naturally don't feel so painful, we just want to get some comfort and care.

The requirements are simple, but they are just hard to achieve.

Is it so hard to get a little attention?

And like most of the time, it's really just a stranger under one roof.

Like a shared house, like a neighbor, like an outsider, but it's not like a family, each doing their own thing, this is our family.

It's not bad, but it's not good.

That's it, maybe you really shouldn't complain about hypocrisy, because that will only be boring.

I don't get any attention, and in the end it's just impatience. This behavior of finding problems in everything is just from myself, and I have learned it vividly.

But one thing that is still very heartwarming is that before I was ready to go to school, I came up with an idea, "I can't see clearly, it seems to be short-sighted." ”

At first, I just opened my mouth with the mentality of giving it a try, and I didn't ask for anything, but I was afraid that they would be indifferent, because I usually couldn't see clearly, and it was very painful to see the blackboard in class, which affected my learning very much, and I couldn't always sit in the first row.

As a result, my mother asked my dad to take me to get glasses, and my dad didn't say anything.

This was unexpected.

I have never been treated like this, and when I wear glasses, my heart is warm and I am very happy.

However, every time I try on the frames of my glasses, I am surprised by myself in the mirror, it is so dark, I never seem to look in the mirror during military training, and I only blindly apply skin care products, and I will go to training after quickly wiping them.

Or, at that time, all the classmates were tanned, so naturally they didn't notice themselves, so it's okay, it's either black or white.

Soon, after fitting glasses, I realized that the world was so clear, and all these days were spent in blur, and blur was full of unreality.

Dad didn't dislike me for wasting money this time, and he also had one himself, and he was very happy to appreciate himself.

also joked to himself: "Like a cultural person." ”

Wouldn't that be nice? But why can it only be limited?

All the tenderness today is just because I haven't seen each other for ten days, and it's fresh for a while, and after that, it naturally returns to its original state.

……

Say goodbye to your family, and the day's vacation will soon be over.

When I went back to school for evening self-study again, I don't know why Alin's sudden overtures caught me off guard, what's wrong?

It's all of a sudden......

She seems to have an awkward falling out with the star, so, can I call myself a spare tire?

However, now that it has just begun, maybe everyone is also tempting, after all, we are not familiar with each other, it is normal.

I'm happy, at least one more friend.

In this era of survival of the fittest, I need friends very much, otherwise I will be eliminated by this world, I don't want to be eliminated, I must work hard to learn the rules of survival here.

Survival is hard, but persistence is the most important thing.

Today's evening self-study is also very comfortable and enjoyable, and I am no longer alone.

Evening self-study recess.

A message from classmate G surprised me because I hadn't been in touch for a long time, how could it be so sudden......

I don't understand what he meant.

"What school are you in?" He asked.

"Nine, what's wrong?" I say.

It's a very simple conversation.

I think the rejection has been refused, and there is no point in continuing to chat or something, maybe this is the communication between ordinary students, I think so.

If there is no hope, there will be no hope.

I didn't understand the meaning of him, I just answered truthfully, and then we didn't continue to talk because there was no topic at all.

I like to change the subject at random while chatting, and he always likes a topic at the end of the day, if he turns away, he will continue to turn back, in short, he is very persistent.

And me, it's the exact opposite.

Gradually, I started to get bored because this was not my preferred way of chatting, and all the topics were dominated by him, and I seemed like I was just a machine answering questions.

There is no initiative.

I don't really like this kind of arbitrary way, I think people are equal.

Those who look down on me and despise me will never say a word.

……

Early in the morning of the second day.

After the morning self-study, Mr. Hai held a grand ceremony to change seats, everyone was out of order, random combinations, and his combination and arrangement just separated the boys and girls.

So, my table mate must be a boy, and the last thing I want to do is get along with a boy, how can that be?

It's weird.

Due to the lazy characteristics of contemporary students, changing seats is even the movement of people with tables, some are used to their desks, and some are too lazy to clean up, no matter the reason or what, this is the best way, and it is also the way that the public recognizes.

Utility.

Otherwise, everyone has one idea, how can this be coordinated?!

When moving the table, a girl came over, also moving the table, looking very sweet, so I called her sweet, when I was about to side the table for her to pass, but the small bookshelf on the table was unstable and fell.

Books, scattered all over the place.

I was stunned for a moment and wanted to pick it up, but I couldn't get past it because it was on the other side of the desk.

"Pick it up, what's the use of just looking at it! We're going to get there. Sweet glanced at me and said, her tone extremely impatient.

Sure enough, the little princess can't be provoked, it looks sweet, but it's actually fierce, which makes people so awe-inspiring, and there is only one thought in her heart that she can't afford to provoke her, and she doesn't want to cause trouble, especially such a rose with thorns.

Terrible.

But it was true that my book was dropped, and I didn't pick it up in time, blocking their way, which is a fact, and even if it was a rebuttal, it was just my vexatiousness.

At that time, the power of public opinion will only be one-sided.

When I bent down to pick up the book, a pair of hands came into view, it was a boy, he was not only helping me, but also helping himself, because we were at the same table.

This boy seems to be honest and honest, and as a result, it is true, these days when we are at the same table, we have very little communication, the first reason is personality problems, and it is not a good thing to have too many similar personalities, and the second reason is that the gender is different, and there is no common language.

The only thing in common is the support bracelet he wears on his wrist, which turns out to be a fellow star chaser.

It's just that he seems to be chasing a star.

I casually looked to the left, isn't that sweet? At the moment, she is holding an eyebrow pencil and a mirror, delicately drawing eyebrows, and drawing a huge length.

This fashion, I don't understand.

I remembered that Mr. Hai just said that the seats are changed once a week, and the same table remains the same, just for the sake of the public, everyone has the opportunity to sit in the front row, the back row and the middle row to show fairness.

If that's what it means, when I flip down next week, my tablemate on the left will be sweet?! Oh, my God! Again, full of refusal.

It's not that I'm afraid of her, but that I can avoid it as much as possible.

How resistant I am, how cruel the reality is, Mr. Hai can't change the procedure of changing seats in the whole class because I am alone.

No, and it can't be.

It's another time to accept reality, and while I don't know why Sweet hates me so much, it's true that I don't want to meet her, and is it just because my book fell to the ground and blocked her when I didn't do anything?

If so, it proves that she is a pampered person.

Anyway, I don't know her, so I can't jump to conclusions, maybe after getting along for a long time, my concept may be different.

……

Running drills between classes.

Walk with Alin to the playground, where we run and drill, and everyone looks at us as if we are admiring a chimpanzee in the zoo, curious and laughing.

I looked at everyone, it was indeed dark, but what was there to laugh at about healthy complexion, didn't they come here like this?

Ay.

There really isn't empathy in the world.

The whole team has become a habit, standing in a military posture, with bright eyes, looking ahead, as soon as they hear "ready to run", their arms will be immediately raised, ready posture.

Then I ran forward neatly, and saw the lazy team of seniors in the second and third years of high school, and then realized that it was no longer in military training, so there was no need to be so formal, just an ordinary recess exercise.

At this point, I was completely relaxed.

However, Mr. Hai couldn't get used to it, and immediately urged us to run well, even if it was not military training, we should maintain the appearance of military training, which is a class style.

We adjusted immediately, in unison, and the front and back rows moved neatly, like a whole team, as if no matter how rain or wind blows, they could not be separated.

This is a real class collective.

After the running exercise, the physical education teacher who was in charge of supervising the running drill on the stage, holding a microphone, praised several classes loudly, and the class that was praised was extremely proud, and at the same time criticized several classes, however, the class that received criticism needed to stay in the playground and continue to run until he was satisfied.

It's miserable.

Almost none of the students in the first year of high school are touched, after all, they have just finished military training, and even if they are named, it is just praise, so we will disband and return to the class directly.

On the way back to class, I seemed to glance at a figure in my peripheral eyes, which was very familiar. Although the sea of people is vast, it can be seen clearly.

When I turned my head, it turned out to be Student G!

He?

Why is it here?

And it's the class behind me, isn't that the computer class, after all, I know the whole class of girls.

At this moment, he also saw me, in the crowd, smiling.

I, hesitating for a few seconds, followed Alin's footsteps and returned to the class, still full of doubts.

Maybe he changed schools, but he was really in time to avoid military training, so it turned out that he could still be like this!