how

In my most desperate time

I'm still alone

It's about ending or breathing

On an uninhabited street

The wind blows incomparably deeper

how

In my most desperate time

I'm still alone

About the present or the future

On a quiet midnight

It was beaten by the rain very thoroughly

how

In my most desperate time

I'm still alone

I'm alone

Say it to yourself

What a job

……

——Zhang Mian "Naihe"

Fengcheng Gaojiacun Middle School.

Early in the morning of the final exam, a mist rose on the playground.

When Zhang Mian rushed to the playground to read in the morning, he saw a figure playing alone under the basketball, needless to say that Niu Fangqiang, whose idol was Jordan, was practicing.

"The exam starts today, why are you still playing?"

"What does playing ball have to do with today's exam?" When Niu Fangqiang answered, he shot a basket without looking back.

"Grinding guns in battle, not fast but light."

"Cut, sharpen a shotgun. I guess playing ball is not a proper job in your eyes, but for those of us who can't read, reading is also not a proper job. ”

"I don't even know how to refute what you said, but it's not easy for you to find a job by playing in the future."

"You're right, but I love playing and I want to keep doing what I love."

"Who wouldn't want to do what they love, but"

"Good luck in your exams." Before Zhang Mo came out, Niu Fangqiang said that he wanted to end the conversation, and it is indeed not a good topic to talk about learning with a person who plays ball, just like saying to a pineapple seller how delicious kiwifruit is.

"I wish you progress in that game, too."

……

The first test was Chinese, and when the test paper was sent, Zhang Mian browsed the test paper and saw that the essay question was "My Ideal", and he almost laughed.

The first formal essay Zhang wrote in elementary school was called "My Ideal", in which Zhang Mian's ideal was to grow up to be a scientist and build a weapon more powerful than the atomic bomb and hydrogen bomb.

In order to link theory with practice, he also spent a dime to buy two boxes of matches, and used the match heads to put together a simple chain reaction, and in the process of the experiment, because of his special focus and seriousness, he almost burned his eyebrows.

In fact, when Zhang Mian faced this essay question for the first time, he didn't want to be a scientist, but when he was a scientist in a class, he still gave up his dream of selling marshmallows when he grew up.

After many years, he faced this essay question again, and his ideal also changed, whether to continue to be a scientist or follow his inner thoughts, Zhang Mian just hesitated, and still wrote the most real ideal, which is to study hard, be admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, and be admitted to a good university in the future.

Yanzi is going to be admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, because of the emotional factors in it, when Zhang Mian wrote this essay, the text was like a spring, the feelings were warm, and the pursuit and efforts of an aspiring teenager for ideals jumped on the paper.

At the beginning of the second semester, this essay was read in the class as a model essay, which is a later story.

It was not yet eleven o'clock after the exam, and some students who were not in a hurry to go home discussed the exam together.

"Hu Dong, what is the ideal you wrote?" Liu Yifeng turned on the gossip mode, caught a classmate and asked one, and if others didn't answer her, she told others that her ideal was to be a doctor.

"How can I tell you, I can't do it." Hu Dong glanced at Liu Yifeng like an idiot, put his hand in his pocket and walked away without looking back.

In fact, there are a few people who have realized their original ideals.

Liu Yifeng not only didn't become a doctor or even a nurse, as if she was a nutritionist, it was not the right time for her to graduate, at that time, people just got down to the restaurant, thinking that eating big fish and meat would be nutritious, her set of theories was ahead of her time, so she lost her job in less than a year.

Gao Xiaoya's dream is to be a primary school teacher, but unfortunately she has not achieved it, and now she works as a white-collar worker in a company in Nanjing, goes to work and drinks coffee, and reads books such as "How to Be an Elegant Lady" in her spare time.

Whether Zhang Mian's ideal is realized or not will be known at the end of the high school entrance examination.

That night, the test paper with Hu Dong's ideal was written without having time to rest overnight, and it was turned out by Mr. Xue.

Hu Dong's composition, Zhang Mian didn't know how Mr. Xue's face changed from white to black and from black to white in the process of reading it, just like doing a chemical experiment.

Zhang Mian saw that Teacher Xue was like stepping on Hot Wheels, but he came to Hu Dong and Zhang Mian's room in an instant, and grabbed Hu Dong's ears and lifted Hu Dong out with 100% accuracy.

"Mom, let go, it hurts." Hu Dong turned his head and shouted.

Zhang Mian was stunned at the time, what did Hu Dong do, and the old mistake was escalated to peeking in the bath.

Half an hour later, Hu Dong came back with red eyes, and judging from the movement from the house, the beating was not light this time.

Zhang Mian was embarrassed to ask, so he pretended to review and read, pretending to be a model for a while, Hu Dong was expressionless and motionless on the stool, Zhang Mian naturally recorded Hu Dong's beating in his diary, such a thing can't be forgotten, Zhang Mian washed his feet and went to bed after writing the diary.

When Zhang Mian was about to fall asleep, Hu Dongcai went to bed, and it is estimated that he did not wash his feet, and there was a sour smell.

"Is it illegal to say true ideals?" Hu Dong said quietly.

"You talk to me? It's definitely not illegal. Unless your dream is to be like a bad guy, you want to be the big thief of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves? Zhang Mian remembered that when Hu Dong read "One Thousand and One Nights", he also folded a page in this chapter.

"It's never been smooth to talk to you."

"Then you say it yourself, I won't interject."

"I wrote that my ideal is to become the boss and marry Wang Qian in the future, will my mother be so angry?"

"My God, I admire you, you write this in your composition, and your legs are not broken for you."

"What do you mean to fight?"

"It's hard to fight."

"Alas......"