Chapter 20: The Rebellion of Mourning
My mother put her index finger to her lips and made a silent gesture, and I could feel that the hand was trembling violently at the moment: "Be quiet, my heart has been holding on since your second brother had an accident!" I listened to the radio this morning, and it is said that the police suspected that someone was secretly colluding with the bandits, so that the gang could easily enter the house, so they brought everyone present back to the police station to assist in the investigation. β
I couldn't help but feel a little hateful: "It's obviously their own thing, how can they be embarrassed to say that there are people who should cooperate with the outside?" Even if there is, it is a secret agent and the police who teach each other privately......"
My mother's face moved closer to me, and I saw that the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were stained with anxiety and fear: "Don't say these words to anyone in the future, don't even think about it, the consequences of saying the wrong thing are something you and I can't bear!" β
I remembered that my second brother's incident had caused my mother a huge wound that would not be healed, so I decided to cover up the truth of the matter, and only told her the easy to accept words: "Hmm, do you remember Wei February, her father works in the newspaper and knows more than us. So we were taken away by her father as soon as we arrived at the scene, so I don't know exactly what the situation was like. I swear, I read the newspaper just like you when something so big happened. β
My mother carefully scrutinized what I said, and finally accepted my statement. She earnestly warned me not to be like my second brother, who was full of arrogant ideas that did not know the height of the sky, and now the government is most taboo against us young students, and the attitude of the authorities in dealing with the Xianguan incident is becoming more and more tough. As a side effect of the Halloween event, from this day on, my mother's discipline and restrictions on me have reached an unprecedented height. I am sure that my freedom of movement will be restricted for a long time to come.
Strange to say, since Halloween, although I have inquired about Gu Zuoyan many times openly and secretly, I have heard that this good student with excellent character and academic performance has once again taken leave to return to his hometown to visit relatives, and may not even be able to take the final exam. I knew very well what it meant for a student to be absent from classes and final exams, so there was a lot of speculation and thought about that person. For the students of the drama club, there are too many problems in front of them, because Gu Zuoyan's long-term absence is not so important.
Every turbulent autumn means the birth of countless famous people, and it is also accompanied by the death of countless celebrities. When I was eighteen years old, Zhang Taiyan was sent away at the beginning of the year, and at the end of the year, Mr. Lu Xun, a generation of literary giants, left the scene again. While the students were busy preparing for the exam, they couldn't help but feel sad about it. Just like Shen Yi, this time she made a big splash, she missed Lu Xun's prose and was suddenly photographed by the editor of the "Literary Series", leaving her own amazing stroke in the book full of ink fragrance.
In class, Mr. Cao recited Shen Yi's article with emotion. Speaking of which, her writing skills are not necessarily better than those of other students, and even my ancient writing skills are better than hers. But these words that are not very esoteric are full of affection under her combination, and the old gentleman with the mustache has become more intimate and vivid than ever.
Of course, because of the experience of the second brother and the personal experience of the last Halloween, I naturally did not dare to be in the limelight on this kind of thing, and my memorial articles were limited to "errand works".
Attitude is everything, and the comments I get on my article are just "piled up of rhetoric, and it is difficult to see the truth". Of course, this is not the first and not the last time I have been judged in this way, but all in all, my Mr. Guowen seems to regret that my literary talent cannot be fully displayed: "When you can see that your intellectual realm is as brilliant as your literary talent, you will become a writer." So said the gentlemen. And I, too, have always adhered to my own style, and I am destined to pass by the profession of writer in my long life.
Classes in the school are still unhurried, leaving a lot of free time for the younger students to splurge and take risks. I had planned to spend my free time in the drama club and in the laboratory, as I had done in the past, and I didn't know if I had changed or the world had changed, but the simple days of the past were gone.
For some reason, the students in the drama club lost the passion of uniting a few days ago, and even important members of the club were often absent from regular rehearsals. I attribute this phenomenon to the absence of the senior brothers, and without this attraction between the opposite sexes, even the charm of the drama itself is greatly reduced.
But Xiang Wenxuan has a different view on this. In her opinion, when we joined the club, we didn't say that we would have their help, and all of this was just an easter egg for Teacher Mary, so everyone's absence must have a deeper meaning now.
Originally, I was just skeptical, but now Wei's silence is Kim, but it confirms my suspicion that something must have happened on the day of the Halloween event that I didn't know that it had turned the girl who croaked all day into a deep thinker.
I poked her with my elbow: "February, have you been thinking about anything lately?" Talk to me, and maybe you can come up with a solution. β
Wei Eryue didn't react for a while, until she saw my sincere expression, she said in a daze, "Oh, okay then." β
I dragged her all the way to the cafΓ© outside the school gate, and before the drinks were served, I asked straight to the point: "February, tell me honestly, what happened that day?" β
The most obvious sign when Wei Eryue lied was that she didn't dare to look at me squarely, but her eyes wandered around and replied casually: "It's nothing, I saw that you and Gu Zuoyan broke up unhappily, so I kindly took you away." β
Her excuses are so clumsy, her acting skills are especially exaggerated, and her whole face seems to have the words "I'm lying" written on it. I shook my head and said patiently: "I'm not talking about me, and it has nothing to do with Gu Zuoyan." I'm asking what happened to you, what that person told you, or else you can't explain the changes. β
Wei February's smile was like papier-mΓ’chΓ©, and the smile didn't reach his eyes at all: "He didn't say anything, but what happened that day made me really afraid." β
My voice couldn't help but raise: "Do you dare to look into my eyes when you lie, yes, look at me, don't wander your eyes." β