19

On Wednesday's midterm exam, I was 11th in my class even after all these events. This time, it was my chemistry that was the highest score in the class of 92. (That's all for me as a good student, please allow me to be a little bit more bullish.) ）

After last time, he would occasionally pick me up from school, and I seemed to be starting to accept this "brother" who fell from the sky. His heart changed, and everything about him changed. It was rejection before, but now it's liking and attachment. Sometimes I think he's my brother, and sometimes I think my brother is so handsome!

I told him about my test results and he said it was not bad and invited me to dinner as a reward. It's eating again, in fact, I refused at first. In the end, I agreed, and when my mother was not at home, I accepted his invitation.

As I waited for the food to be served, I had some questions I wanted him to answer. He seemed to see, "What do you want to ask?" "Oh, I'm just asking what you do?" I don't go to school at the age of 27, and I still drive a car, and your family is very rich. "At that time, I was just lame, my parents were ordinary workers, I didn't have a car at home, I didn't study cars, I didn't know the car mark, I didn't know anything except Xiali and Jeep. I later learned that it was a Land Rover that few people drove in those days. It's really a very small number of people. I also hated that this off-road bike was ugly.

"I worked, graduated from college, and the car was at home. Not much money, but enough for you to eat. Don't you just love to eat the silk milk skin, and you don't need to eat a plate of that or anything else. "I, I, I, I do love to eat the skin of the silk. It only ate once and was discovered, the point is that he remembers.

When the dishes were ready, I began to bury my head in hard food again, showing a high fighting spirit that I would not destroy if I did not destroy it. When I was almost done, I licked the candy from my mouth and looked at him before saying, "The first time I saw you, why did you keep watching me eat, and ...... Still like that? "I can't describe what it was like when I watched the movie.

But he laughed, wickedly. "You're the first person I've seen who doesn't feel tired of eating silk milk skin, and only eats one dish a night."

"What about the movie theater?" I still can't help it.

"Sorry, I always thought you were a college student, and the youngest should be a high school student, but I didn't expect you to be a junior high school student. I've been watching you eat and finding that you are so tender, I want to pinch your face to see if I can pinch the water, the movie theater is my fault, but I don't want to do anything, I just want to kiss your face. ”

Is this still called what you don't want to do? I felt like I was going to vomit blood. If it's so disgusting, how can he say it so flatly.

20

The roots of my ears are already red, I don't dare to look at him anymore when I look down, or "plotting against him". He laughed out loud. "Let's go when you're full, I've eaten more today, and there are not a few pieces left on a plate. If you continue to eat like this, I really can't take you. ”

I'll go, this is both disgusted with me for eating too much and disgusted with my fatness, and the whole person is not good in an instant. Actually, I'm not fat, I was a sports student when I was a child, one year I fell from the third floor and fell on my foot, although it wasn't a fracture, but it seemed to hurt my tendons, and then I couldn't exercise vigorously, not even running. Later, because I exercised less, I gained weight. Oh, no, no, it's not fat, it's strong.

I followed him out of the hotel, for my mother would not be back tonight, and had just eaten, so I suggested that I take a walk. In fact, it was just pressing the road, and he agreed.

Beginning to walk behind me, I thought I was too "wide" to walk side by side, and when I looked back, I had a freshly lit cigarette in my hand. "A cigarette after a meal is a living immortal?"

"I know a lot, I'm afraid I'll choke you."

I instantly walked to his side, "It's okay, I'm not afraid, my dad smokes too, I'm used to it." ”

"I'm not your dad"

I want to hammer him to death.

After a cigarette, he skillfully took my hand and put it in his jacket pocket. I stare at my hands, is that okay? Uh, that, it's so warm, I don't want to take my hand out. Women are such "inconsistent" animals, and what they think is too far from what actually happens.

What actually happened was that I held down his arm with one hand and pulled the other hand out hard. Probably seeing that I didn't want to, I let go of my hand. I silently put my hand back in my pocket, my pocket cold.

I didn't stop, I kept walking. He startled me by his sudden opening. "Why did you reject me?"

"Huh?" Why is this sentence again? Is this an insurmountable chasm? Can't get over this sentence?

"I didn't walk next to me just now, but now I'm walking to the front again. Why exclude me? ”

You're also too much of Conan, right? Is it so sensitive?

"Ahh Before I could react, I was in his arms again, and this was the third time. In his world, there may be nothing for a woman that a hug can't solve. "Didn't you say I'm not a bad person? Why are you afraid? "I can't breathe, well, I'm too fat, my chest is too stressed, I can't breathe. I patted him and motioned for him to let go of me a little, not at all.

However, I could only gasp vigorously and say, "I'm not afraid, and I haven't rejected it, aren't you my brother?" It's not a boyfriend. After hearing this, he actually let go of me, threw me down, and left! Yes, gone. A flock of crows flew over my head.

21

I walked home by myself, and the skin of the silk was almost digested. Thinking back to what went wrong on the road just now, the atmosphere was very good, why did you leave me in an instant? I can't figure it out. So I decided that I didn't want to, so I washed and went to sleep.

This turn is to reopen school and catch up with "SARS". At the beginning of the national period, the temperature was only measured before classes every day, and later the school was closed to prevent the spread of the virus. My mother asked me to go back to the countryside to help my father with the farming. At that time, we vigorously developed the breeding industry, and my father's work changed, so he would engage in farming in the countryside, and our family had a small farm. My father is very lucky, he is a restrained person, he does not get angry or lose his temper, and he has nothing to do with two sips. During the New Year's holidays, relatives and friends come to the door to bring wine to my father. When the farm was fine, Dad also went to the neighbor's house to eat or something. I always come back when I'm drunk, and if I don't come back if I'm not drunk, my mother gets angry. I didn't understand it at the time. When I started drinking, I realized that drinking was a vent for my father, an expression, an expression of his unhappiness in life, and an expression of what he felt was worth being happy about.

I began a life of facing the loess with my back to the sky, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. When I got up in the morning, I went to the field with my father to look at the corn seedlings that had just been drilled out of the field. My father was in front and I was behind, and then I found that there were a lot of cases where several of them grew together, so I squatted and walked forward while doing it, and I climbed when I couldn't walk on my legs. My knees were swollen like this, and I didn't get it as fast as my father.

I am reminded of the classic poem "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil." Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

I stayed on my father's farm for about a month after the school was closed.

22

When I go back to school, I will prepare for the final exam, which is very important, and the second year of high school is divided into arts and sciences, and it is also divided into key classes. I want to go to the key class. This idea became the only and most regrettable thing in my life, and it was also an irreparable mistake.

At the beginning of my second year of high school, I was assigned to the second key class of science as I wished. Why not number one? There are eleven classes in one grade, and if you only take the top five, how many people are there? I couldn't get into the first key class with my test scores, and I thought the second key was very good. My mother was also very satisfied with my placement.

I went to the Internet café before the official start of school, and I really wanted to see if there was a message, and sure enough, there was, but there was only one sentence "Call me back when you see it." ”

I could only call back with a bump in my head: "Brother? ”

"Where have you been? I went to the school to look for you, the school was closed, I went to your neighborhood, and I never saw you. ”

"Something to do with me? I went back to my grandmother's house. "I didn't know his tall car, but I knew that he was a rich man, unlike ordinary people like me, so I didn't want to tell him about my family. Maybe this is the class gap, I don't want to show that my family is poor, and maybe my family is really poor compared to him.

"Where are you? I'll go find you". said that there was a park not far from home, and it was calculated that I should have arrived first, so I went in and waited for him.

It didn't take long. Smirk, hehe, I have a lollipop in my mouth "Brother? What's wrong? "Throw me a box, I'll open it and see, pager?" For me? "At that time, mobile phones were a luxury, and pagers were used more among students.

"Well, I've done it all, don't let me find you."

"Then it's useless for you to give me a pager, I don't have the money to call you back! Wouldn't it be better for you to give me a PHS directly or a mobile phone? "I regret saying this, isn't this asking for money and a mobile phone? Not to mention, he really paid for me. I suddenly had a feeling that I was going to be "fostered". "Brother, I'm joking, I have two cents for a phone call."

Motorola Han Xian, no matter how you look at it, it is a men's model, "Brother, this brick is so big, you can use it." ”

"You have bad eyes, so I bought you a big one, with big words." There is a sense of déjà vu of the current old age machine.

"Oh!"

"How old are you?"

"17 and a half years old. Miscellaneous. ”

"I thought you were 7 and a half years old and you love sugar so much? Do you think you're still skinny? ”

Well, the sugar fell from his mouth to the ground. I hate me for eating candy.

23

With a pager, it was easier to get in touch, but I didn't turn on my voice for fear of being discovered by my mother. Therefore, I could only see the pager he came after a long time, and it lacked timeliness. At first, he still complained, and then he didn't say anything, as long as he saw paging, I would find a way to go back as soon as possible, and he didn't bother with anything anymore. I think what he did was right, if you hide so carefully on the pager, won't the mobile phone or PHS dare not turn on for a day? And the pager may have the same effect in the end.

With the pager, there were more contacts, and with him waiting for me at the school gate from time to time, the number of meetings skyrocketed.

My mother mostly stayed on the farm, and the farm was just starting out and needed manpower. My mother was not at home, and my sister went to college in another place. I'm the only one left in the house. It was also during that time that my brother and I always ate together, and we didn't eat the shredded milk skin every time. He ate very little, mostly watching me eat. Once, I really looked at me, and I asked angrily, "What are you looking at?" You yourself want to invite me to dinner, I will eat now, you stare at me, afraid that I will eat too much and eat you poor! ”

"Eat it well, you will lose weight in a senior year of high school, and the third year of high school is very hard." Yes? What the hell is this? Started to be a bosom brother? "When I was in my junior year of high school....... (10,000 words omitted here)" actually told me about his school days, how he was admitted to university, how he studied mathematics and English. I listened carefully to satisfy his desire to talk. Whether or not to tell me about his learning experience is his business, whether he listens or not is my business, and whether he does it or not has nothing to do with him.

As the saying goes, "it is better to be the head of the chicken than the tail of the phoenix", in fact, "the head of the chicken and the tail of the phoenix" are not contradictory at all, I always think that these people are often the ones who can achieve, and those who hover in the "middle" are often mediocre. At that time, I couldn't find my place in this key class. Students who study well are always studying, and those who do not study well in class except sleep or read idle books, and the two levels are seriously differentiated. I can't fit into the array of good students, and I haven't completely become a poor student who doesn't study in class, and the "half-hanger" is the most uncomfortable, and the "mediocre people" who have no position and no way out of the standard don't know where to go. Ban Ren doesn't like us as "half-assers". Even the other teachers ignored us. The college entrance examination is getting closer and closer, and all teachers now only have those good students in their eyes. We definitely won't be able to get into college, who cares about you.

I also don't like these teachers, so I don't look up at the blackboard or look at the teacher when they are in class. I still remember the parent-teacher conference at the end of the second year of high school, and Ban Ren and my mother said that I was too introverted, I didn't dare to answer questions in class, and I didn't ask the teacher questions, so I had to guide me well when I went back. Oh my god, I'm introverted, my mom doesn't believe it at all.

It was also at that time that I began to get tired of studying, I didn't want to learn and didn't want to learn, I always thought, at least until now, that if I had stayed in the so-called poor student class as a "chicken head" even if it was a "chicken neck", the result of the university entrance examination might be different from now.