The next day, Zhiming rode his bicycle alone to Yang Ling's house, and all the way his mind was filled with his father's impatient dissuasion before he died: "Ming'er, I'll give you a camera on your birthday." Your cousin said that you like Wang Qianqian in your class, staring at people all day long, and you follow them wherever they go. You don't want to go on like this, what about me, I've been in a bad mood recently because of your school, I drink a lot, and I beat you a lot......" Zhiming's mind is very messy, Wang Qianqian, Dad, and the birthday the night before yesterday, is it a carnival? Or is it urgent? 's father suddenly left this world, do you want to continue to be infatuated with Wang Qianqian?

Zhiming was in a trance all the way, he went to Yang Ling's house and then came to the school silently with Yang Ling and a few others.

Wang Qianqian came to school early, and she stayed in her seat and waited eagerly for Zhiming. Zhiming came later than usual, and when he walked past Wang Qianqian's side, his eyes were full of holes, like a thoughtless shell, silently walked to his seat, and then sat down silently.

In April, the plane trees outside the school are covered with round fluffy fruits, which hang on the branches and sway in the wind, which is very beautiful.

Rushing...... When the wind blows from the falling mountain, the sound is like a young man's whimper, some people stop to listen quietly, and some people look back silently! We did the most rebellious things at the most immature age, we believe that courage and fearlessness is the truth, we have sunny blood, but who has ever paid attention to our pain, we give our sorrow to the spring breeze, to the autumn rain, to the scenery carried along the way!

When Jiming came, he silently squatted under the table and burned the homework paper, and he let out a laugh that was very inappropriate for his age as he burned, and it sounded bitter. Several teachers turned a blind eye to his strange behavior, and the boys squatted on the ground and burned their homework books with him, laughing wildly. Jiming lit a fire under his seat, and asked the fat man to kick the paper ball he lit to Baidu, and Baidu kicked it to shallow, which seemed to be their current pleasure.

One afternoon, the group of white-clad teenagers went to the French plane tree outside the school, where they picked a large number of fruit inflorescences and brought some diesel. So between classes, in self-study classes, the boys lit the fruit sequences soaked in diesel fuel, and each fruit sequence turned into a burning fireball rolling wantonly in the classroom. Zhiming squatted at the back of the classroom one by one, and the fat man kicked the lit fireball behind Bai Du, who raised his foot and kicked directly behind Shallow and Yezi, and some rolled directly to the first row of the second row.

"It's hot!" Asa and Ye were sitting on a steamer in their seats, and they said to each other, "It's hot!" Zhiming and the fat man, who were squatting at the back of the classroom, laughed when they heard this, and they did not care about Teacher Lin who was lecturing.

The clothes she wore were already thick, and her body began to sweat under the slow baking of the fire, and she kept turning to look at the fire under the stool, and scolded Baidu angrily: "You should die!" ”

"Why do you bake a fire and you still scold me?" Bai Du said with a smile.

"Die!"

When Baidu heard this, he stayed in his seat and laughed quietly.

The shallow heat died, and she looked at the fireballs or burning paper balls that kept rolling under the stool, and her heart was full of thoughts. She felt more and more that Jiming's abnormality must have happened to something.

Zhiming squatted on his seat and burned silently, this was the fire festival he held for his father alone, he burned his homework book over and over again, the fat man's homework book, and even the homework book that Baidu snatched from Asami, and the fruit inflorescences on the plane tree, he asked Baidu to kick these burning fireballs to Asami, hoping that Asa would sacrifice his father with him.

The fire was a desperate and contrite silence, and he would never forget that on his birthday, he received the most awaited gift of his life, and also lost his dearest father.

Rebellious, disobedient, dropping out of school, declining in learning, early love, drinking, and surfing the Internet, he went from a well-behaved and obedient student to a bad student in the eyes of teachers and everyone. To fall or not, he crouched on the ground and fell into despair.

Fireballs kept pouring out behind Asa, and Asashi was getting hotter and hotter. She was bored, she didn't understand what was wrong with Jimyeong! Ye Zi turned sideways and whispered to Qianqian: "Zhiming's father died of alcohol poisoning the night before yesterday!" ”

"How can you drink to death?"

"Shhhhh......h ”

Asa was shocked, she didn't understand why Jiming didn't let her know about it.

Teacher Lin, who had been standing on the podium to give a lecture, finally couldn't help it, she looked at the thick smoke rising from under Zhiming's desk at the back of the classroom, angrily threw away the chalk head in her hand and walked off the podium, walked to the back of the classroom in three steps and two steps, and slapped Zhiming and the fat man vigorously.

The whole class turned their heads to look, but Qianqian didn't, because Qianqian was already dizzy from the fireballs that Zhiming kept coming from under the table, she sat quietly in her seat, and there were heavy slaps in her ears and Teacher Lin's scolding of hating iron and steel: "Zhiming, are you going on like this?" Are you worthy of your family? ......" After Mr. Lin finished beating and scolding, he twisted Zhiming and the fat man's ears and dragged them out of the door.

Qianqian turned his head and glanced at the back of the classroom, Zhiming and the fat man were not wearing shirts, Teacher Lin twisted their ears angrily, and said angrily: "Look at what you have become, bare-chested, burning paper is very hot, right?" Are you worthy of your parents? What nerves do you have? If you sit in the front row, you don't do it, you have to do the back row. You don't study in the back row, you-you're really pouring out more and more incorrigible! ”

After listening to it superficially, I had mixed feelings in my heart. She thinks that Zhiming and the fat man are too much and have gone too far, and Teacher Lin has taught her a lesson. This is class time, and Mr. Lin reprimanded them a few more words and went back to class.

After class, Jiming and Fat Man walked into the classroom silently. Zhiming was still squatting on the ground and burning his homework books endlessly, and Yang Ling Weijun and others also participated, throwing the lit pieces of paper wantonly, and the classroom was full of firelight and smoke, as well as fireballs rolling around on the ground. The girls were terrified, they screamed and left the classroom, but Asa did not leave the classroom, she sat in her seat and quietly accompanied the teenager and his friends to go crazy.

Burning pieces of paper kept flying above her head, fireballs were rolling under her feet, and the classroom was filled with gray smoke and the wanton laughter of the boys.

Yang Ling avoided Wang Qianqian while lighting the fireball and said to some people around him: "Ming'er said, this matter is not allowed to be said, and Wang Qianqian cannot be told yet, whoever says it, he will kill whom." Did you hear me? ”

Hearing Yang Ling's words, she turned her head to look at Yang Ling, Yang Ling immediately closed her mouth and changed the topic.

"Why are you hiding it from me, what the hell is going on?" Shallow is going crazy, she doesn't understand why she doesn't even have the right to know what the whole world knows.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and Zhiming squatted at the back of the classroom to burn paper during class time, and followed Yang Ling and others to swim in the North Trunk Canal after school. Their behavior was known by the head teacher, and the head teacher said in class: "I heard that recently a few boys in our class go to the North Trunk Canal to take a bath every day after school at noon, what time is it now, what's the matter, is it dead of heat." Mr. Lin has said this question several times, but he doesn't listen to it. Zhiming, you stand up for me. I ask you, what are you washing when the water is so cold, hum! You still wash every day, your body is so dirty, the water in the dry canal is so deep, you don't want to live, don't you, you want to wash it home! ”

Jiming stood in his seat and bowed his head silently.

Later, at noon one day, the principal rode a bicycle through the North Trunk Canal, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of Yang Ling and others bathing in the North Trunk Canal, he was shocked, and ordered a few of them to get dressed and go ashore on the spot, and then drove them back to school like sheep.

The principal has a deep impression of Jiming because Jiming's father is a teacher, and he knows Jiming's father.

On a Monday morning, after the students had sung the national anthem and raised the national flag, the principal stood under the national flag and harshly criticized the boys of the Trinity class for swimming in the North Trunk Canal. He said: "A few days ago, on my way to school, I saw a few boys from the Trinity class taking a bath in the North Trunk Canal, the water of the North Trunk Canal is dozens of meters deep, and the green and secluded water surface cannot be seen low. No, a few days ago, the boy from Lizhang No. 1 Middle School passed on the North Trunk Canal after school, and the road in the North Trunk Canal was not good, so he accidentally slipped into the canal and drowned. ”

"That's because he can't swim!" Yang Ling said in the crowd.

"What's wrong with being able to swim!" The principal asked Yang Ling rhetorically: "Haven't you heard that many people who can swim plunge into the water and are killed by cold water, and those who often die in the dry canal are not all swimmers?" ……”

The principal of the meeting spoke for more than half an hour, and after the meeting was dismissed, the principal stipulated that he was not allowed to go out of the school gate after entering the school at noon in the future, and whoever dared to violate the regulations would be punished.

Since then, Zhiming, Yang Ling and others rarely go to the North Trunk Canal to bathe. Because the principal said that he would often pass by the North Trunk Canal during the time of school and school, and if he was caught again, he would not be spared.

Not far from the intersection outside Hanada Nao High School, there is a small store and a small pharmacy. Outside the door of the commissary, there are rows of plane trees, and the inflorescences of the plane trees are hung all over the ground, and the trees are all visible. Opposite the kiosk is a red brick toilet, and students from Hanada Naodaka like to come here to go to the toilet because it feels good to walk out of the school gate, which means freedom. Shallow rarely drinks water every day, so she rarely goes to the toilet.

Yang Ling and Zhiming and other boys will still pick up the fallen fruit from the French plane tree outside the school, and then soak it with diesel fuel to make fireballs in the classroom to play, their practice is estimated to be the unknown ingenuity of the contemporary post-80s, Zhiming at first lit paper in the classroom to commemorate his father, and then from lighting paper to lighting fireballs has escalated to crazy fire sacrifices, shallow can understand his abnormal performance because of the loss of his father at first, but later she thinks they are too crazy and crazy.

When I was young,

We've done too many crazy things,

dropped out of school, fell in love, drank, smoked, and even repeatedly smashed the window of the head teacher,

We ignorant are fearless and fearless

Until one day

One of the companions lost a loved one

We accompany him in the pain, a piece of fire to sacrifice to the relatives

The madness of those years

Everything that was done in those days

It's a close-up of us, it's our unique life.

- Wang Qianqianliu