As soon as our homeroom teacher entered the classroom, he walked directly to me and asked me with great regret and love, "Do you really want to go?" "His voice is very soft, and it feels like a mentor. Behind him was the counselor of our class and his wife, and she kept her head down and didn't look at me much.

I replied, "Yes." ”

He looked at me with special regret, "Well, you belong to a bigger world, you won't forget the teacher, right?" He smiled, and I nodded, just hoping he would let go of the hand that was holding my shoulder.

But he didn't, he looked at me with a hint of doubt, and made a kind expression that he thought was particularly good, "Answer the teacher?" ”

I especially don't want to have anything to do with him, I don't particularly like him anymore, but I also don't want to make him unhappy in the last moments. ”

Then he laughed a few times and let go of the hand that had been holding my shoulder.

When the homeroom teacher came, the students were excited, and the homeroom teacher joined a small group of classmates and then another small group. Everything was so good, and everyone's emotions were so high.

The picture of the harmony between teachers and students that I have seen countless times in the movie is really staged in front of me. I'm curious about what is the white substance on the back of the teacher's suit? The classmate next to me laughed and whispered in my ear: I heard Wang Ke say that it seems to be bird poop.

When he said this, the other classmates laughed, and looking at them, I had to wonder if they really liked our homeroom teacher?

I felt it the last time. In the past, in addition to learning the knowledge in the textbooks, every day was to sleep, eat, chat with classmates, and accept some other knowledge. Now, for some reason, I miss some of the old days, and I lay on my desk and look at my classmates, and they make me feel that such times have meaning.

I gave it meaning, a representation, a sum of my entire high school years. It wasn't the high school life I wanted, but it was what happened to me, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime high school experience.

I look back on the old days, I was lucky, and in the eyes of some people I was happy. As long as I don't want to, no one can force me to do anything, compared to me, Zheng Qi and Xing Lu are very uncomfortable, there are always people who tell them to do this and that. There must have been a few times when both they and I hated life now.

And I'm lucky, I don't like my current life, I don't like this city, I can choose to leave, and Xing Lu and they don't have a choice, they are like growing up in this city, and when they set it out, it is the end of their lives.

I put on my headphones and lay on my desk and listened to my favorite tunes. At this time, they thought I was strange, but they wouldn't say anything.

Every now and then, I'm so frustrated that I almost cry, I don't know why I'm listening to a song without words here, even though it's so noisy, but I can't interject. This kind of time is what I remember in the past, what happened in the past, and what I can still remember now.

I recalled the past, and for some reason my mind was full of Xing Lu.

The class bell rang, I took off my headphones and sat up. Our homeroom teacher walked back to the podium and started to speak at the first day of the class meeting, and he was very excited when he stood on the podium, a year ago, two years ago at this time today, and he was also standing there to speak, and under the podium stood the counselor of our class.

He didn't mention Xing Lu, he didn't mention Xing Lu in a word, one summer vacation was enough for them to forget an unimportant person. The class has not changed because of her departure, everyone is still talking and laughing, the students can't wait to share the interesting things they encountered this summer, some students asked to perform the guitar playing and singing he learned in the summer, and the students sang together, everything was wonderful.

I think it's all so touching. What's so bad about this kind of time, everyone is happy, and it couldn't be better. I believe that their hearts are full of sunshine at this time.

When everyone was intoxicated, the head teacher on the podium bent down to open the cabinet and let the whiteboard be turned on, but the whiteboard did not turn on, but the lights in the classroom suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness, the beautiful guitar sound continued, and the singing students just sang the chorus.

Everyone thought the teacher was playing a joke on us and turned off the lights. When the guitar chorus ended and everyone stopped together, everyone applauded in unison, applauding themselves and others.

When the applause finally ended, suddenly, the familiar and frightened voice appeared again, the sound of bees buzzing. The student who was sitting near the wall pressed the switch, but the light didn't come on.

"There's a power outage, and the lights won't turn on." After he finished speaking, the buzzing of bees became more pronounced.

Everyone in our class was incredibly familiar with this sound, it was a nightmare in each of us, and it was a terrible memory in each of us two years ago at this time when we were all hurt by bees. At this time, there was no sound in the classroom except for the buzzing of bees.

Our counselor suddenly shouted, "She's back, the girl is back, Xing Lu is back." ”

Then there was no more of her voice, replaced by the increasingly clear sound of bees flapping their wings.

Once again, there was no sound in the classroom except the buzzing of bees. A girl screamed, this state was broken, all the classmates were boiling, all the classmates were screaming and running around, the screams were mixed with the sound of bees.

Behind me, Mei Dai pulled me towards her, "Xiaoyan, I'm afraid." ”

We hid under the table together, our bodies pressed against each other, and there was a swarm of bees circling around us, and I covered my mouth with her, afraid to make a sound. Suddenly, the bees rushed at us and stung us frantically, and I pulled her out of the classroom, but I couldn't run away, and the classroom was pitch black, full of frightened and panicked classmates.

I had to retreat to the corner with her, thankfully it was safe, and we crouched there, holding our heads.

I saw Zheng Qi squatting in the corner opposite us, holding her head like us, she shouted loudly, I couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing, "Xing Lu is back, Xing Lu is back." ”

Her voice was louder than the sound of bees buzzing, louder than the screaming of her classmates, and it reached the ears of every classmate, and everyone remembered that person at that moment, Xing Lu.

The screams turned into cries, into pleas, they cried Xing Lu, they begged her not to come back.