Tomorrow is the National Day holiday, because this year is more special, the National Day and the Mid-Autumn Festival are together, so the holiday is extraordinarily long.

My roommates had already made travel plans, and my brother and I agreed to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Unfortunately, my father, as a Chinese teacher and class teacher in the third year of high school, needs to go to other schools for inspection, and the National Day is equivalent to no holiday. My dear mother, Ms. Wang, was seconded by the bank to another branch to check the accounts.

There were two less in the family of four, and the two of us didn't take the small ones back, so we simply joined the travel of our roommates.

The roommates were very happy and discussed travel strategies while packing up their things.

Just as we were chatting happily, my phone rang, and I saw that it was a buttoned voice phone, but the caller was a little weird.

I looked at the three words "Jiang Yueze" jumping on the mobile phone screen, the fingers holding the phone stiffened, and I flinched a little, Yan Ting heard the phone ringing endlessly, reminded me, and I slowly slid to answer.

"Hey." I spoke softly.

"It's me." His magnetic deep voice slowly entered my ears through the current, even if it was slightly deformed, but it was still gripping: "I have something to tell you. ”

My heart was lifted instantly, and my throat tightened back, "Well, you say." ”

"Mr. Wang would like to ask you to go back and give a speech to his new make-up class, and let me ask what you mean."

I nodded and responded: "Okay, yes, it just so happens that I don't have anything to do on my long vacation." ”

"There's no hurry, it's not too late for you to come back after the fourth."

"yes, I see." I wanted to say something, but I wanted to say it.

Even though he wasn't with me and couldn't see my expression, he noticed something was wrong with me: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay," I was a little embarrassed, "I'm just wondering why Mr. Wang called you to ask about my situation." ”

He seemed to be silent for a moment, and then replied, "Your phone couldn't get through, so you tentatively contacted me." ”

I let out a sigh before I understood.

My first reaction was that it was over, and I was going to be read by Mr. Wang.

My second reaction was to be so embarrassed that I asked him to come to me.

My local number is in arrears, and Mr. Wang doesn't know my mobile phone number in J City, and the head teacher knows that we are both in Chongwen and classmates, so I tried to call him and try my luck.

My third reaction was that I didn't care about the teacher. Mr. Wang only brought him English for two years, and in his third year of high school, he only took the liberal arts experimental class and his cram school, not the science of the third year of high school, but they still had contact, and I was the one who couldn't even get through on the phone......

Still, is his phone still the same? Or is it new? ……

"Tell me when I'm sure I'll go back to the teacher." Jiang Yueze's magnetic voice sounded again, interrupting my thoughts.

I thought about it, it's enough to travel with my roommate for four days, buy a ticket to go back to Rencheng directly after playing, go home at night and sleep a little to adjust, go to give a speech the next day, go back to school on the 6th, have time to rest on the 7th, and you won't be sleepy in class on Monday.

After thinking about it, I told him directly: "I have time on the fiveth." ”

"When?"

"Do you want to be so precise?" I was a little surprised, and then I decided on the exact time: "In the afternoon, when you have extracurricular activities, you don't have to go to class, you have time for self-study." ”

"Okay, then I'll tell the teacher."

"Okay, I'm in trouble."

He didn't seem comfortable with my politeness, and hung up without saying anything more.

Unknown emotions surged through my heart, and the excitement of the upcoming trip was washed away.

Jiang Wei looked at me a little stunned, and couldn't help but care: "What's wrong?" Is something wrong? ”

I forced a smile: "It's nothing, my old classmate called and said that the teacher wanted me to go back and give a speech." ”

"Oh, can you still play with us?" Jiang Wei was a little nervous, afraid that his first game would be so shattered.

"Yes, I'll come back when I'm done."

"That's good, that's good."

"This time I'm going to play all over Xi'an."

"I want to eat all over Xi'an!"

……

I charged my local number and sent a text message to Mr. Wang to apologize, so I felt a little more at ease.

I texted my uncle again, telling him that I was going back to school and going to see him.

My uncle quickly replied to me and told me that he was going to Hengshui Middle School for an inspection in the third year of high school, and he would not be at home, and his aunt would also go on a trip, and there was no one at home.

I texted back and said I understood.

After doing everything I thought I should do, I still felt panicked in my heart, as if something was coming.

But this sentiment was completely dissolved as soon as we set foot on the land of Xi'an.

We went to see the Terracotta Warriors, climbed Mount Huashan, saw Hukou Waterfall, visited museums, went to the Internet celebrity snack street, and went to the playground.

After four days, the purse was empty, and even the energy was overdrawn.

During this period, friends posted on Moments to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I also sent blessings to my parents, brothers, and friends, hoping that there will be a future every year.

Soon, the dormitory outing ended. When we arrived at the station in the afternoon, we parted, they went back to school, and I took the train back to Inseong.

As soon as I got on the train, I was drowsy. I don't know if it's because I've been thinking about it day and night, I'm back to when I was in Rencheng No. 1 Middle School.

At that time, there was no Lu Zhixin, Wang Jiayi, Yuan Zenan, or Gu Jiatong by my side.

Of course, there was no him either.

At that time, it was already October, but the weather was not half cool, but let the autumn tiger haunt it, and it was hot and sultry all day.

There was no air conditioning or fan in the classrooms, and even though the large windows in the hallway were open, the breeze was hot and humid, and it did not produce a cooling effect, let alone convection with the window cracks on the other side, which were filled with guardrails and severely weakened by the wind.

The 144 students in the class were crammed into a classroom that was supposed to hold 80 students, sitting in seats only the width of benches, sweating and doing problems.

The whole class was quiet, and even a few students were afraid of affecting the learning of the surrounding students, so they slowly let go.

The long-haired girl sitting in the first row, directly under the lectern, was me.

There was a thick stack of books on the table, hiding the whole person in the small world behind the books, unable to peep.

It was hot, and I didn't tie up my over-the-shoulder hair, but just tied it up high, and the thick hair was all nested behind my neck, and I didn't have to think about it, the white T-shirt under my hair must be soaked.

I seemed to have a difficult problem, my eyebrows furrowed, and my face was bitter and hateful.

I stared at the 96-point math paper, and my index finger inadvertently curled the corner of the paper at 90 degrees perpendicular to the formation spread on the table, and then slowly flattened it with my thumb.

Soon, a small wrinkle appeared on the roll, and there were more and more of them.

It's a little habit of mine. I do this every time I encounter a problem or think about something.

The camera suddenly turned to the front of the Dragon and Tiger list, I looked at the school ranking of 278, let the students come and go to check, and there was no reaction when I was accidentally bumped, and I stood there alone and lost my mind.

I stood across from myself in the past, watching her eyes flushed, staring stubbornly at the front, the roll of her left hand had long been crumpled, and her right hand was clutching the seam of her trousers, and all the green tendons on her hand were bursting up.

Looking at the former me, the distress gathered from all directions, and I couldn't help but stretch out my hand, wanting to comfort the isolated little girl: don't cry, everything will be fine.

Then, the camera changed to me in the principal's office, the teachers of various subjects helped me intercede, and my uncle tried to help me take responsibility, but it still couldn't change the principal's decision to punish me with a major demerit.

For a while, the feeling of suffocation is surging, and you can't control yourself, but you have to bear it regardless of it.

Suddenly, I woke up from my dream, tears falling down my eyes, wetting my eyelashes and eyes.

I looked at the noisy train cars and breathed a sigh of relief. It should be that the train has arrived at the station, and a large number of people have poured up, and all kinds of dialects are mixed together, adding a few smells of people to the cold and silent night.

I put on my coat again, clicked on the light-hearted song, and slowly closed my eyes again.

It's all over, Fang Jinyu.

Everything is already fine.

When I arrived at Inseong Station, it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. I got out of the station, took a taxi straight home, and as soon as I entered the door, I simply washed up and fell asleep.

It's a sleepless night.

The next day, I slept until I woke up naturally, and it was only 8 o'clock. I got up and washed up briefly, and I was thinking about the speech.

I wrote two copies, and I changed them many times, but I felt that it was unsatisfactory. I was pacing back and forth in the living room, completely unable to figure out what the problem was.

In the end, I simply gave up and decided not to use the speech, and I felt free to play when the time came.

After solving a big problem, I went to cook in a good mood.

After lunch, I simply took a nap. By three o'clock, I was struggling with what to wear and whether I should put on makeup.

I was not satisfied with the change, so I finally chose the white T-shirt and light blue jeans that I used to wear before the college entrance examination, as well as the shoes that my brother gave me.

Out of the community, it is the city center. The traffic is developed, the buses are swaying all day long, and the most important thing is that it is very close to Rencheng No. 1 Middle School.

From my house, go straight all the way, go through a traffic light, take the bus to a stop, it takes less than two minutes, very convenient.

Because it's close, I don't ride a bicycle when I'm on the day school, so I don't even ride a bicycle until now.

Walking at the intersection and watching the people coming and going, the endless stream of vehicles, it is like going back to the days of day study.

At that time, I was a typical representative of "Chinese-style street crossing", as long as I saw a bunch of passers-by standing on the sidewalk, I would follow along.

But Jiang Yueze is not. Every time he stood next to me, he would pull my cuffs and seriously remind me that I was a red light.

Over and over again, again and again, never tire of it.

He would also give me a mint lemon candy with a smile in his eyes every time I was going to be late and cross the street in a hurry, telling me not to worry, eat a candy to calm my mood, and have him accompany me.

Day after day, gentleness is undiminished.

He would also escort me to the corner when I occasionally took the bus, isolating me from the crowd of office workers; Carefully and carefully stuff me into a headphone, play my favorite songs, and block out the noise in the car.

Naturally skillful, tacit understanding.

He would also bring me a cup of hot soy milk in the early morning when I was not awake, and talk about some topics I liked, which would make me happy and sober up.

Thoughtful and quiet.