After eating at the snack shop at noon, if there is no good movie, most people will go straight back to the class, and a few people in the class will gather around to talk about the mountains. The location of the high school is in the northernmost part of the city, and it is a newly built campus, so even if you live in the city, you usually don't go home at noon, and you have lunch at the snack shop next to the high school.

A few of us are often together, after eating at the snack shop, we went directly to the small store in the gate of the high school, we are like this every day, after eating, we go to the small store to smoke a cigarette, a cigarette after dinner, race over the living immortals, the school teacher will collect the body and desks and tables from time to time, so usually the cigarettes are not dared to put on the body, the store is the most empathetic, cigarettes can be retailed according to the root, so that we poor students, no longer have to worry about no cigarettes, and do not have to take the whole pack of cigarettes on the body, be taken away by the teacher. A red camellia per person, I said to the proprietress . I got rich today and smoked red camellia, don't you usually smoke the white universe? The hostess asked me. Who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year, I said. A few of us lit cigarettes and stood by the window to look at the school gate, at this time the lion king made a sentence: Poor mountain tower, rich China, fools smoke red camellia. I say in my heart, you dead lion, I'm afraid of becoming a fool, don't smoke it! I just bought 4 for my dad yesterday. After smoking, everyone returned to the class, sat around my seat, and began to talk about the mountains.

My seat was close to the window, and it was just noon on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was still a little hot, so the window was open. Er Cao sat on the railing on the side of the road outside the window, Er Cao's full name is Cao Jianhui, he looks very much like a Hong Kong movie, the second official in the old boy, so everyone calls him Er Cao, his father is the director of the public security bureau in our city, special family background, plus this kid's expertise in sports, although this kid is usually not a master in high school, but it is also the master who is not afraid of the sky, I saw that when he graduated from junior high school, he left a message in the guest book of other classmates, Writing that his hobby is to sit on the side of the road with a horse and watch beautiful women, so he never talks to us when he is fine, he always finds a railing on the side of the road to sit, it seems that the female classmates who come and go, Er Cao has too much aura on his body, and it is too easy for people to remember, so there are no teachers and students in the school who don't know him. Suddenly, through the window, I heard someone upstairs shouting Er Cao's name, he stood up from the railing and turned his head to look up, and then saw him talking to the people upstairs while gesturing, Er Cao said: It's okay, you jump boldly, you can't hit me, you don't worry, you can jump if you have a kind, who doesn't jump who is the grandson, and who is Er Cao on? Zhai Jiqiang said.

A black shadow fell from the sky and smashed to the ground with a thud, who? So fierce, don't you want to throw your bag down? Someone asked, and immediately someone started shouting, it's not a school bag, it's a person, someone jumped off the building. Cao Jianhui took a few steps back, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and cried loudly, from the cry, it can be concluded that this guy has broken down, I looked out the window, a person with his feet apart on the railing where Cao Jianhui sat just now, his upper body was completely lying on the cement road, wearing a high school uniform and white sports pull-back cloth shoes, I suddenly felt that the hair on my head stood up, so familiar dress. Cao Jianhui sat on the ground, screaming, pointing at the person with his finger and saying, you are going to jump off the building yourself, I didn't make you jump, you want to die, it's none of my business, he was really frightened. Xiao Bi, that person is my uncle's relative, the one we drank with him yesterday, you guessed right, he will still choose to die, the last meal was with him, will he be grateful to the two of us for coming to us for drinking in the future? Zhai Jiqiang said. Although I know that he is also comforting himself by nagging these words, a high school student, no matter how he is, is just a child, and he has not seen life and death, just like Cao Jianhui was not afraid of the sky and the earth before, but now he is not sitting on the ground, wow, wow, screaming. Soon a school security guard ran over, evacuated the bold students who were watching, and cordoned off the scene, Ercao did not come to school for several days, and it is said that he went to see a psychiatrist. In the next few days, I asked everywhere, and finally met the girl, the girl who was willing to die for her, the ordinary one disappointed me a little, I guess all the people who have seen her like me will have this thought, I have always felt that if a person is not even afraid of death, then nothing can defeat him, the brother who drank once together, you even have the courage to take sleeping pills and jump off the building, but you don't have the courage to face the rejection of others, and you don't have the courage to face an ordinary person, Can't be an ordinary girl's refusal, hey! Turnip greens have their own love.

The cultural life of high school is very rich, and most of them are carried out on Saturday afternoon, and they are on vacation directly after finishing things, this time the school organizes to watch dramas, the name is the eighteen changes of the female university, this is still the first time I have grown so big, the first time I watched a drama, I have heard of this art form before, I have always thought that drama is the same as Peking Opera, it is humming and singing on the stage, although Peking Opera is the quintessence of the country, but my realm is not so high, I can't appreciate such a high art. But as soon as the play began, I was drawn in, and at the beginning of the music, a boy read a poem with a hidden head.

A locust tree in front of my house,

The god of love fluttered down the dust.

It's hard to get into the eyebrows,

Magpie leaps over the branches to report the good news.

The heroine of the drama, the magpie and the neighbor's brother, grew up with her childhood sweetheart, the magpie has been slanted since she was a child, and the two of them did not continue to go to school after graduating from high school, the hero went to the army to be a soldier, and because of his excellent performance, he was promoted to a cadre by the army, so the hero's family objected to the two of them being together, and the more the two families were in trouble, the greater the conflict, the hero's family always talked about the magpie's eyes, the hero was a soldier in the army for several years, the magpie started a business at home and became a well-known local female entrepreneur, I built a small two-story building, and I went to a plastic surgery hospital to get my eyes cured. At this time, when the hero was on a mission in the army, he was seriously injured and was forced to change jobs, the hero's family knew that the hero was going to change jobs, and he was seriously injured, and was waiting sadly, but the magpie took the initiative to go to their house to comfort, at this time the hero's family knew that the magpie's eyes were no longer slanted, the female college eighteen changed, the more it became better, the hero's family began to apologize to the magpie, and the family found out after the hero arrived home that he just lost a finger, so the hero wrote the Tibetan poem, Give it to the magpies.

The hero and heroine end up forming a happy family.

The same is love, one ends in sadness, and the other ends in happiness. I thought of the magpie in Guangyi Coal Mine again, I was very strange to her, stranger never even spoke, one day in the future, will there be a boy who will write a poem for her?