"The girl standing next to me had a hot conversation at the beginning, eighty percent fell in love with me at first sight, and I met such a thing when school started, it's really hard to deal with......"

"Forget it, people are looking for fun because you look happy." ……

"Are you blind?"

"I'm not blind, which girl is blind when she sees you."

Wen Yu returned to the dormitory, except for one who was sleeping, the other four people had already chatted deeply for a while, Wen Yu was even more sleepy after washing his face, and happily joined in, and immediately established the scope of this leaderless group discussion: "There are a total of thirty-six girls in the class, and they are definitely not able to catch up with junior high school in terms of quantity and quality, but this is an objective law and it is understandable, and it will be even worse when it comes to college in the future." In fact, there are a few good-looking people in the class, the third from the left in the first row, the fifth and sixth from the right in the second row......" Looking at the few pairs of wolf fires around him who were secretly envious, Wen Yu enjoyed this feeling of being in a high place, happily took a puff of cigarettes, and continued to talk about the beautiful girls in Haikan with them, and even rated the top six, as if the most handsome boy in the class happened to be in the same room, rolling up his arms and sleeves, ready to do a great job and divide the beauties.

"Or, let's make a bet, each person designates one to chase, and whoever catches the other five first." It was the thinnest one in the dormitory who made this proposal, Sanmao's hairstyle, Sanmao's nose, Sanmao's face, except that his eyes were not as big as Sanmao, they really wanted to give him this nickname. Wen Yu felt pity at the first glance at him, Hao Duanduan is also a big boy, it has been more than ten years since he developed like this, and he is usually a picky eater......

"Have you read Haruki Murakami's "Let's Listen to the Wind", you can call me 'rat' in the future." As soon as Sanmao finished speaking, Wen Yu became interested, because after the high school entrance examination for more than a month, in addition to drinking beer, there was still a lot of time to pass the time, he happened to have just read this book, and felt that the rat in front of him was really a little similar to the unruly rat, so he took the lead in officially recognizing his future name as rat.

The nicknames of several other people are very mediocre and lack literary backgrounds, such as opposite Wen Yu, on the rat bunk, the tallest is called the big man.

A fat man surnamed Zhuang is very short, so he calls him Zhuang Xiaopang.

Zhuang Xiaopang is the champion of the high school entrance examination of the locomotive junior high school, the person is plain and lackluster, and the appearance of an old cadre is called the champion.

has been sleeping endlessly like a dead man in the lower bunk of Wen Yu, and he can't be called a dead man, because if he looks white, he is called Dabai.

The bet is to make it clear what to bet on, and most of the girls' names have not yet been inquired, except for the snoring Dabai, the five people immediately made a difficulty, and after some discussion, they had to decide to replace it with a certain feature of their appearance, and pretend to distinguish it by the position of the queue.

At the instigation of the mouse, Wen Yu's designated girl stood in the second row of the queue from the fifth from the right, codenamed "Big Eyes No. 3", speaking of which, several boys commented on this girl the most, for example, the big man said in a cheap voice: "When I saw her in front of the store tonight, she 'so' glanced at me......

Sixteen or seventeen years old is an era full of stress reactions, Wen Yu secretly spent a long time pondering what the big man said "then", what kind of thing it was, but it was a pity that he didn't pay much attention to this girl during the day, leaving only a hazy outline in his mind.

Although hazy, he was sure that she was beautiful.

In fact, although the girl's eyes are only the third largest (several people are comprehensively ranked according to their impressions), they are the most charming and energetic. In a word, her eyes are delightful, and people can't help but look more, and she is elegant enough to be said: beautiful star eyes, pleasing to people's hearts.

Wen Yu didn't know if the boys in the class were also numbered in the girls' dormitory at this moment, but he knew very well that this kind of idealistic division would naturally not be realized, and at most it would just be praised and deprecated with their own tricks.

When a group of boys talk about a girl, they will put forward different opinions to show their superior taste, for example, if someone says that a girl has dark skin, someone will immediately pop up and say, "How sexy is olive skin, Angelina Jolie gave it to you, will you do it?" If a girl is the best-looking, it will immediately sound at the same time, "I see that no one is bad, not just the face, but also the temperament!" "There are thousands of good-looking skins, and there are one in a thousand interesting souls......

On the contrary, when a group of girls are talking about a boy, if someone first praises, "He's so handsome!" Immediately, everyone will echo it, such as "he must have been a school grass in school before", "it looks like he will be very good at basketball", "he smiled at me twice today, and the sweetness made me almost out of breath", etc., for fear that he did not keep up with the trend of aesthetics. But if someone says that someone is an idiot first, then the boy is basically finished, and as long as the girls coax together, he will be relegated to a pure import and export trader - a person who lives to import grain and export fertilizer. In this way, even if any girl likes him later, she will never dare to take the initiative to speak so tastelessly.

The mouth of the people is more important than the people, especially the women.

Wen Yu knew in his heart that very few girls remembered their names, and his father gave him this name just to make his life easy, like floating feathers. Even if a girl really mentions herself, some of them should be codenamed "cold-faced men", and no matter how bad they are, they should be "black-framed glasses No. 1", in any case, it won't be a very sweet voice that says "maverick something...... He had a gut feeling, perhaps the irony was genuine, from her mouth.

The rat and the big man were lying on the bunk beds and banging on the bed boards, fighting over who would chase "Big Eyes No. 1".

Wen Yu scoffed at this senseless quarrel, put on a posture full of experience, sat cross-legged on the top bunk, held a cigarette in his hand, and continued to talk about love at this age with Zhuang Xiaopang and Zhuang Yuan, revealing the blind obedience, arrogance, fragility and pretending to be old of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls quite sharply. Chatting and chatting, the rat and the big man stopped arguing and re-engaged, slowly turning the topic to their ignorant pasts.

According to Wen Yu's words, "The only thing I know about life is that I don't understand why I was never ignorant when I was in junior high school." Such a feeling, like a catfish, intentionally or unintentionally stirred up several people to compete to explain the concept of love before Beigao.

"Love is love at first sight, and you suddenly find the most attractive smell in someone...... For example, when I look at a girl, I first look at the skin, then look at the figure, and finally focus on the face. The rat gestured with his hand as he spoke.

Zhuang Xiaopang was excited, and took the initiative to explain the problem to the organization, "The 'curly hair' I designated is actually my junior high school tablemate, a very beautiful girl, but her mood changes are too impermanent, her mother called me in the middle of the night last night, and told me to take good care of her in high school......"

"You have known for a long time, the building near the water gets the moon first, this should be considered fraud." The big man had never fought with rats before, and he was sulking in bed, and he didn't squeak much, but when he saw the opportunity, he immediately said this.

So the rat immediately refuted it viciously, and the two of them happily knocked on the bedboard.

Wen Yu felt that the two of them were just using internal strength to fight cattle across the mountain, which was not bad. Because, he was very worried that if the two of them were really in a hurry, the rat would be picked up by the big man and thrown out of the window, but fortunately the window was sparsely fenced with iron fences. Just as Wen Yu continued to wonder if the rat would leak out of the crack in the railing, the rat suggested that the big man should chase the curly hair, and Zhuang Xiaopang's face immediately became ugly, but he didn't let go. Wen Yu was even more worried about the rat, because although Zhuang Xiaopang seemed to have a good temper, he definitely had the strength to throw the rat out.

"There is no such thing as absolute fairness in betting...... Wen Yu knew that Zhuang Xiaopang's "curly hair" was called Zhao Yeye, who was in Wen Yu's class downstairs when she was in junior high school, and was a girl as simple as her own name, maybe Zhao Yeye's parents gave her this name, and they also wanted her life to be easy to float.

The minute hand walked unhurriedly on the dial twice, Wen Yu continued to throw cigarettes into the beds of several people, and he brought two whole cigarettes that were forbidden during military training. Wen Yu had long been looking forward to and was ready to deal with such a talk, because there was no smoke and no joy, and he also knew that even if he was caught, the school would be extrajudicial to him-

"Wen Yu, I heard that Peking High School sent you an invitation letter for exemption from the exam, how did you come here at your own expense?" Zhuang Xiaopang is the only good student in this room who has passed the public scholarship score line, and he always looks like he will never lose his temper. When he was in junior high school, he heard that Wen Yu was a legendary figure in the school, and it was natural to go to the provincial high school, and even had the strength to hit the top student in the high school entrance examination in Beicheng, but he didn't expect to meet him in Beigao in the end.

"Don't go off-topic! Wen Yu, your temperament is not too bad, did any promising girls chase you in junior high school? The rat glanced at Zhuang Xiaopang with disdain, turned his head and asked. Rat Sheng's small waist is curvaceous, but in the end the body is straight, revealing some military temperament, I heard that his father was the youngest lieutenant colonel of the Air Force in the Beicheng Military Region, and the tone was as if he was a unit commander who was concerned about the personal problems of his subordinates.

"Uh," when he hesitated, Wen Yu saw a figure flickering through the glass window on the door, and hurriedly coughed, and several people would cover their heads with quilts, and the room was quiet for a moment, leaving only the sound of snoring one after another.

After two minutes, the big man poked his head out and listened carefully, and there was no movement at the door, and it took a snap of his fingers to dismiss the alarm. His upper bunk was leaning against the door, plus he was tall and had a long neck, and his face was attached to the glass on the door frame, Wen Yu was about to laugh, and the rat "whooped" and barked twice, his voice was extremely poignant, and he twisted his body on the bed, like a platypus with a spring, "Damn, if you don't come early or late, you have to smoke!" It hurt Lao Tzu to drop the cigarette butt on his belly when he was covered in the quilt......"

"Such a pervert, actually masochistic to make fun!" The big man raised his eyebrows and exhaled. Several people restrained their voices and laughed for a while, and slowly stopped moving with the smell of barbecue that had not yet drifted away.

Everyone else was asleep, but Wen Yu was more and more awake. Without the anesthesia of alcohol, the already latent frustration returned, like a needle wandering wantonly between the blood vessels and nerves in Wen Yu's body, piercing the heart from time to time, and this feeling often lasted for a long time.

This is the first day in Peking High School, Wen Yu forced himself to think of something else, but there was nothing to make him engaged. As he collapsed on the bed, pondering the unanswered question, the painful sensation hit him again, cold and numb, and the coldness and numbness spread from his heart to the back of his head and limbs along with the blood, like the feeling of alcohol dissipating every time he came home from a barbecue stand. His poisoning lasted for half a year, and there was no cure for him, and there was no sign of self-healing.

Wen Yu speculated that maybe once a boy meets a girl he likes, he will produce a toxic hormone in his body, first making you sit and lie restless, and then a fascinated guess, and then it often ends without knowing why, and finally only an endless emptiness remains. Maybe it's only emptiness - the word "emptiness" has since become a label on Wen Yu, although this word is more used to describe people who have experienced years of being polished by a dull marriage, even though he received a Goodbye Mail without even experiencing early love......

Wen Yu recalled that he used to go to the Internet café every day after school to pay five yuan, two yuan for the Internet fee, three yuan for the deposit, and half an hour of Internet access, just to communicate with the childhood sweetheart girl An email, the content was drafted as early as in class, but he was not familiar with the keyboard He still had to type for a while, rain or shine for more than two years, until he clicked on the last reply letter last winter: "Wen Yu, Happy New Year!" I've met him here, and I hope you'll find your happiness too. It's not easy to say goodbye, and I hope you cherish it. Ke Xinshang" ......

It was snowing heavily that day, and Wen Yu walked down the street for hours. He said that he was not good at that age with Xu Kexin, and that kind of situation was not the most primitive and simple love, in short, his heart was actually hollowed out by her with an email, and then he had to pretend that nothing had happened, and he went to perform well in school as usual, and behaved filial at home, all just to make himself seem to have not failed. He remembered Jing Wuming after Shangguan Jinhong's death, he still had a sword in his hand, but there was no sword in his heart, the sword in his hand, the sword in his heart, who would swing it for after that day?