The study in the third year of junior high school is intense, and everyone enters a state of "ignoring things outside the window and only reading the books of sages and sages" in the last semester.

During this semester, Xu Jie and others became self-contained, and occasionally picked up an exercise book to ask those top students for questions.

In this semester, Zhang Yijie seems to have returned to the pure and silent appearance of the first year of junior high school, no longer full of anger and laziness between his eyebrows, he listened carefully in class, and studied hard after class, which was like two people before.

In this semester, Sheng Ruochen and Du Fei are still competing for the first place in the overall ranking of the class, and you come and go, starting a long tug-of-war.

In this semester, Ren Squeak and Ye Zi suddenly shook hands and made peace, and the two were often able to reach a consensus on something after class, and sometimes they would join hands to attack Wen Er's point of view, and the pace was extremely consistent.

In this semester, Wener's grades have been steadily improving, especially in Chinese and mathematics, because he has laid a very solid foundation in primary school, often scores excellently, and his ranking has been stable in the top five of his class, and he has never fallen out.

In this semester, the atmosphere of dormitory 412 is no longer as active as before, on the one hand, the urgent pressure of the high school entrance examination is coming, which makes everyone involved feel nervous; On the other hand, it was because of Du Fei, her father was gone forever on this warm spring day.

After three years of getting along with Du Fei, Wener knows this girl and her family. Du Fei has the status of an only child that Wener has envied since he was a child, and his mother is an accountant in his hometown town with a stable salary; My father graduated from high school and had a very flexible brain, and he was a math god in his grade when he was a student, and he was a classmate of the director of Wen'er and their school. Every time the teaching director of history saw Du Fei, he would always show his extremely rare kind smile, pat the girl's shoulder, and sigh with great nostalgia:

"Your father is really the smartest man I've ever met in most of my life, and how many people adored him in high school! Hey, if it weren't for the fact that your grandfather's family couldn't afford him to go to college, your father would have made a big career now, and no matter how bad he was, he would have been a teacher like me. ”

Because of the constraints of the family at the time, Du Fei's father eventually became a skilled cement maker, or in today's fashionable parlance, a builder. But once the cement craftsmen in the countryside had the ability to build houses, from the very beginning of the foundation, to the final capping, painting the wall, they can do it from the end to the end.

Although his status is ordinary, Du Fei's father took a few familiar cement craftsmen to Russia to work in order to bring a richer life to his family. Several times, when talking about this topic, Wen Er couldn't help but ask Du Fei curiously whether her father wanted to build a house with Chinese characteristics for those Russians, but Du Fei never made it clear, because even she didn't know much, and her father came home too few times.

Later, her father came home for the Chinese New Year and brought back exotic Russian sweets for her, and Wener was fortunate enough to eat a few, which were very sweet and seemed to taste very different from the usual.

Du Fei didn't talk much about her family, and certainly less about her father, but on one occasion she made it clear how grateful she was to him. It was a few days after Christmas on the first day of the new year, Du Fei confided in Wen'er that he went home on the weekend, and his father had just returned, and asked if he had received gifts for Christmas, and Du Fei said no. Her father told her that friendship sometimes requires you to take the first step to get it, and to exchange your heart for the sincerity of others. Therefore, she was able to gradually open her heart to Wen'er in the long years of her youth and become acquaintances and friends.

Now that he is gone, there is no trace of this ordinary father in the world, including his deep love for his daughter, which can no longer be passed on.

Du Fei didn't cry too much in that gray day, but was more silent than before, sometimes he couldn't hear a few words from her for a week, and even if he said some, they all heard that they came forward to talk, and they got most simple words such as "um" and "good".

For young children, the death of a loved one always feels like a dream. It seems that they should be grieving with all their might, crying loudly, venting their inner reluctance with tears and words; But the awkwardness shaped in youth makes them not as ignorant and generous as children, and they can't be as forbearant and strong as adults, the only thing they can do is to hide alone in the bed in the dead of night and secretly cry silently, the blue and white sheets are wet again and again, and finally wait for the moisture to gradually dissipate.

But no matter how much suffering there is in life, time will push everyone forward, and the trivial troubles of life will eventually dilute the painful past little by little. In the eyes of others, it may have been restored to normal, but the dense, hidden stinging pain like a pinprick finally penetrated the girl's heart, leaving permanent scars.

The pace of the flower season has come to April, and the body side of the high school entrance examination is about to kick off. Since March, Lao Zhangtou has been urging Wen'er and them to go to the playground to run laps every afternoon before school.

"Er'er, wait a minute!"

Leaf gasped from behind and ran side by side with Wen'er.

"You're running too fast, you're so tired of chasing me!"

Wen Er heard the wheezing sound around him getting louder and louder, and hurriedly spoke:

"You don't talk now, then slow down a little bit, and on the first lap you have to run at a constant pace at the same speed."

"But I couldn't run at a constant pace, and every time I was overtaken by a lot of people on the first lap." Ye Zi slowly returned to normal breathing as Wen Er's pace slowed down to accompany him.

"So, I always want to run faster on the first lap, but I can't last long, I can only go fast and slow."

"It's not okay, after the first lap you have to pick up the pace and then you have to pick up the pace slowly in the first half of the second lap, but you have to save a little bit of energy for the second half of the lap, especially the last 100 metres of the straight track, you have to sprint with all your might."

"Erer, I really admire you more and more, your status as a scholar in my heart is now comparable to Feifei."

"Come on, don't praise me, I find that I really can't help but praise. With your boast, maybe I'll do a mess in the next exam. ”

"It's the last half lap, I'm going to sprint, let's go first~" As he spoke, Wen Er ran forward quickly, leaving only a dashing back for the leaves.

"Hey! Why did you leave me like that? Didn't you say that the last 100 meters are the sprint! Ye Zi chased and shouted behind him, causing the classmates who ran past him to turn back frequently.

You can, you can do it, anything! If you were to ask Wen'er what she was thinking about in the last 100 meters, she would tell you that her whole soul was spent running, but her brain was extremely clear—

will constantly cheer himself up, and say countless bold words in his heart;

I will occasionally think about which dishes to go to the cafeteria after the run;

I imagine myself after crossing the finish line, my legs are weak, I gasp for breath, and my throat oozes blood, like a fish on the verge of death, making a final struggle before rolling its eyes and dying.