Just put a few lines of poetry written

Delete

Faced with a blank slate

I panicked

Only this moment

and drowned me in the bottomless

night

If one day

I can't write poetry

Even if it's just clumsy and ridiculous

Even if it's just a few lines

Even if it's just a short sigh

What way should I go

Think of you

If I can't think of you

Those flashes of youth

Those entangled memories

Those lonely pasts

What way should I go

To forget

Like

I have never written a psalm

Never met you

……

——Zhang Mian, "Never Met You"

After the final exams, Zhang Mian's first semester at Gaojiacun Middle School came to an end.

In the past 100 days, Zhang Mian has met a lot of new friends and experienced a lot of things, and he can feel his rapid growth.

At midnight in November, Zhang Mian in reality also exhaled lightly at this moment, he was a little satisfied with the more than 70,000 words typed, and in addition to his busy work, he gave up entertainment, and finally formed dozens of chapters.

But he is more apprehensive, after all, this is a published text, and he is responsible for the readers who read the book, even if they are not satisfied, so that they can see an author who works hard for the readers.

Not excellent is not because the author does not work hard, but because the author is not capable.

It is impossible to change the things that happened in youth, but Zhang Mian still wants to restore them to the most real appearance, and the real youth is worthy of respect, even if there are pains, regrets, and failures.

That was the youth of Zhang Mian's generation born in the 80s.

Tribute, in the form of words.

……

On the day when the final exams were all over, Zhang Mian, who was stunned, did not return to Zhangjia Village immediately.

Gao Xiaoya, Liu Yifeng, and Zhang Mian said that they would go home happily after saying that they would see each other in the New Year, completely ignoring Zhang Mian's right hand of sincere farewell.

Since being debunked by Hu Dong, Zhang Mian has never shaken their hands no matter what way he has used.

When the last resident also packed his bags and went home, the campus was bleak, but it was more peaceful than ever.

Just like the children visiting their parents' hometown after leaving, it was a lively reunion just now, but after everyone left, it was a wordless loneliness.

The birds frolicked among the withered vines, as if they had gone through their own exams, and now they were completely relaxed.

Zhang Mian walked around the school, several times when he ran into Hu Dong who was dangling with his hands in his pockets, smiled at each other the first time, and pinned his head in the opposite direction until the last time.

I don't get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Zhang Mian and Hu Dong got bored of each other after they met three sides, and both of them conveyed disdain between their eyebrows, as if to say, oh I rubbed it, why did you run into this stupid thing again.

Zhang walked to the playground across the wall of the campus, the playground was empty, the single parallel bars and basketball hoops were like discarded toys, standing there alone, exuding the smell of silence in the bleak winter.

Niu Fangqiang, who does not exercise under the basketball hoop, may only practice in the early morning, and he likes to enjoy the first ray of dizziness when the sun enters his eyes like Zhang Mian.

He told Zhang Lu that when he was practicing, he could feel the power of the fragrance of the land, every step he took seemed to have a force in the traction, and when he was bouncing, he could clearly feel the warm air flowing around, spinning, like dancing.

A slanted branch outside the bamboo, thinking of a beautiful woman, the cold day and twilight.

Before Zhang Mian had time to sigh more, it was evening.

Zhang Mian sorted out the things he was going to bring back, and confirmed that the magazine where the poems were published was in his bag.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, he smelled a faint smell coming from under the bed, and then he couldn't resist it, and thought with his toes that it was the smell of urine in the night pot under the bed.

When he saw this night pot for the first time, Zhang Mian thought that there was a cultural relic under Hu Dong's bed.

The night pot is the shape of a light yellow ancient beast, the beast holds a cylinder in its mouth, the handle is its wings that have not yet been unfolded, the base is its four strong claws, and the tail is strongly bent between the two retreats, like a curved bow.

Every time he urinated at night, Zhang Mian was afraid that the four fangs in the mouth of the divine beast would bite off the column, so Zhang Mian really became Sima Qian's lackey in an instant.

At first, Hu Dong and Zhang Mian poured the night pot one by one, and then it became Zhang Mian poured alone, the key is that Hu Dong urinated more than him every night, as if he was deliberately against the divine beast.

This pot of urine has been saved for at least a week, because Zhang Mian really can't remember when it was poured last time.

Zhang glanced at Hu Dong, who was indifferent on the bed, silently got up and invited the beast from under the bed, opened the door and the courtyard door, and carefully walked out of the courtyard step by step to the sewer in front of the school garden.

It was the smell of ammonia, shallots, sulfur, rotten eggs and other flavors mixed together, when Zhang Mian poured urine into the sewer, Zhang Mian almost threw the pot, the smell from his heavenly spirit cover to the depths of his soul, making Zhang Mian's whole body tremble, and he couldn't help but shiver.

This is definitely the most original source of the idiom "Daigo empowerment".

Zhang Mian put the divine beast on the edge of the bushes in the garden, and trotted back to the house with his breath, afraid that the divine beast behind him would follow, and it would be good if the smell could be dissipated overnight.

I used to read the novel and read that Wong Tai Sin could knock down the opponent with a stinky fart, and I felt that the author was too fucking exaggerated.

"Where's the night pot?" When Zhang Mian returned to the house, Hu Dong asked, and after pouring it, he remembered that there was a night pot.

"Put it in the garden."

"What if I lose it?"

"Who would steal the night pot, you really think it's an antique."

"You better get it back, if you lose it, my mother will definitely beat me, she bought it from other places, and there is no second one in Gaojia Village."

"Are you sure you want me to take it back, and I don't regret it."

"I'm extremely sure, you tell me how many times I've been beaten this semester, and each time it's getting harder and harder."

"How many times did you get beaten a semester before I came?"

"Well, that's none of your business."

"What does it have to do with me these few beatings?"

"But this time you didn't get the night pot back and it was stolen, so I was beaten and it had something to do with you."

"Well, it does matter, I can't let you get beaten."

Hu Dong was beaten only before yesterday, and it is estimated that he is still depressed now, so Zhang Mian will not be angry with a roommate who has just been beaten and has been physically and mentally devastated.

got out of bed in cloak and a few minutes later, just when Zhang Mian was about to be smoked to death and suffocated to death after a few ventilations, he invited the Divine Beast Night Pot back.

", so sassy, how to sleep, take it out."

"If you take it out and get it stolen, you're going to be beaten."

"Take it to the yard."

"It's such a big smell, when you take it to the yard, it is estimated that Hu Xi will be the first to be woken up, you hate your sister so much."

"Then rinse it with water."

"How can there be water in the cold, there is no water in the tank and the pressurized well, you asked me to take it back, you are a trustworthy person, you can't go back on your word, if you are disgusted, you can take it out." Zhang Mian lay motionless on the bed, covering his nose in the quilt, and his face was red.

"Actually, I was a little rushed when I first brought it in, but now I'm used to it, whatever you want, I'm going to sleep." After Hu Dong finished speaking, he retracted his head into the quilt.

Zhang Mian never dreamed that the night at the end of the first semester of Gaojiacun Middle School would be spent with Hu Dong in the smell of urine.

This night's thorough soul grinding made Zhang Mian face all kinds of difficulties on the long road of life in the future, and he had the determination to persevere.

That tumultuous night, Zhang Mian and Hu Dong were defeated in the struggle with the beast, and Hu Dong got up at five o'clock the next day, personally invited the beast to the bushes in the garden, returned to the house and continued to sleep.

Zhang Mian didn't have breakfast at Hu Dong's house, he felt that his whole body and even his breath smelled of urine, so he tied his luggage to the back seat of the bicycle, said hello to Aunt Xue, Uncle Hu, and Hu Xi and left the school.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on Zhang Mian's body, he was already not afraid of the cold wind and rode towards Zhangjia Village.

Winter break has begun.