Reflection is a mirror that can clearly show our mistakes and give us a chance to correct them.

—Heine

There were only two male single dogs in the office who had not yet found a partner, and the fireworks outside the window did not arouse their interest in the slightest, and even Ma Hualong and I walked in, but they couldn't take their eyes off the textbook in front of them and look up at us.

"Didn't you go to see the fireworks, two?" As soon as I came in, I broke the quiet atmosphere they had created.

"Ah, Mr. Wang. The people's teacher is like a donkey, no need to raise the whip to work hard', romance is the second, and work is the first. Teacher Cao, who was close to the door, heard me come in and replied half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"The work is too long, the fireworks are too short, the effort to prepare for the lesson, the rejection of romance." Teacher Chen, who was near the window, improvised a limerick poem.

"Sit here." At the desk in the back window, I pulled over a chair next to me.

"Drink something? Boiling water, or tea? ”

"If you can, bring me a cup of tea, Mr. Wang!"

"Longjing, sunshine green, or Tieguanyin?"

"Tieguanyin, thank you."

I took a clean glass teacup, added an appropriate amount of Tieguanyin, took a cup of boiling water on the water dispenser, and put it on the table in front of Ma Hualong, and the black and green Tieguanyin tea balls began to rotate slowly under the steaming of the boiling water. The fireworks outside the window are about to enter the theme.

I smiled at him and said, "If you want to speak, I'll listen to you." Please start your story. ”

"Do you remember that me when I first started high school three years ago?"

"A teddy with a permed head and stud earrings, like a little rascal. When I was in a different class, I was really shocked to see the way you looked. I thought to myself: this thorn may cause me a lot of trouble in the future. "I didn't hide it, I told him the truth.

"It's all you can see, and there's a lot you haven't seen." As he spoke, he lifted the small short sleeves on his shirt, revealing a row of three small circular scars.

"Is this a scar, or is it a pox from vaccinia? Cowpox shouldn't be so much. "I was a little surprised.

"A burn scar from a cigarette butt." After saying this, Ma Hualong tensed his lips.

"Every scar represents a reflection of going home. When I was in junior high school, I was very rebellious, skipping classes, falling in love, fighting, and I was tired of studying for a long time, but my father still felt that I should be admitted to a university in the future, and blindly insisted that I go to high school, and finally let me walk into the door of No. 1 Middle School at a high price. At that time, I always felt that he was very arrogant and unreasonable, and sometimes I even felt that he was stupid, yes, stupid, maybe this is the naivety and rebellion of adolescence, stupidly self-righteous. ”

The fireworks outside the window continued, and some of the tea leaves in the cups had begun to unfold slowly. Picking up the water glass and shaking it gently, he took a sip, the protruding Adam's apple moved up and down with the boiling water he swallowed, Ma Hualong pointed to the bottom of a cigarette scar and continued: "This cigarette scar is my first and last cigarette burn in high school. I went home because of the fight, and the fight was because of early love, and the early love was because of the boredom of school, and the boredom of school was because of the rebellion of adolescence. When I used to go home and reflect, my dad was always absent as a truck driver, and my mom couldn't do anything about my education. And this time, my dad was not absent, and he made an important decision that may affect me for the rest of my life. ”

As he spoke, Ma Hualong unconsciously put his hands together on the tip of his nose and touched it, and a pair of eyes on the high bridge of his nose gradually narrowed into a line, looking out the window, through the fireworks, as if looking at the night far away.

I got up and picked up the teacup and took another one for him, and he got up and took it, put it on the table, sat down, cleared his throat and prepared to continue telling his story, not knowing what kind of surprise or surprise he would bring me.