9 October 2012, Narcissus Normal College, M Province.

Something so big happened in the school that it shocked the whole school, and many people were spreading the news about the death of the economics department at the end of September, and the more it spread, the more mysterious it became. Naturally, the senior leaders of the school attached great importance to it and specially convened a general meeting of the Department of Economics.

The person who made this speech turned out to be the principal of the school!

The students of the two classes were summoned by Counselor Huang to the 202 classroom on the second floor of the Chengxing Building. Looking at Counselor Huang's serious face, he knew the seriousness of the matter.

Jiang Xi Mu sat in the last row, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the table. He saw the front podium, on which a row of tables were placed, on which were the names of the leaders - Vice President Wen Fengsheng, Secretary of the Yujing Xiao Commission for Discipline Inspection, and Yu Huan, Dean of the Department of Economics...... About ten, and it was packed. In the middle, there is the principal, and the sign says Mo Sigui.

"Mo Sigui ......" Jiang Xi Mu muttered softly. Perhaps it was the name that piqued his interest a little, and he deserved to relieve his boredom.

Song Qingci, who was sitting in the front, turned his head and introduced: "Do you think that the principal's name is very sad and poetic?" He became the principal of our school in 2009. He's very nice, and after the holidays, he often stands at the gate of the university to greet his classmates who come back. What headmaster could be as good as he is. ”

"Speaking of the principal, I heard that he came back from studying in Japan. Teaches architecture courses. Ouyang Jiankang on the side seemed to be very excited: "In short, the principal is very powerful, wasn't he the one who built the Narcissus Gymnasium?" It was just completed in July this year and opened in October. Seeing him coldly in Jiangxi, Ouyang Jiankang turned his face in fright and pretended to read.

Soon the school leaders walked into the classrooms one by one, and the students immediately remained quiet. These leaders smiled and looked very respectful to the person in the middle, presumably he was the principal. He was slightly chubby and wore a brownish-gray T-shirt; The face is slightly round, with black-framed eyes, accompanied by a shallow smile, quite elegant.

The leaders exchanged pleasantries for a while, sat down slowly, drank tea, opened the folder, and said something to the people next to them.

Jiangxi Mu yawned and looked at the politicians on the stage rather boringly, "Decent guys......"

The content of the meeting, as expected, was about the murder, Yu Huan, the head of the Department of Economics, was very serious, first explained the situation at the time, and criticized the students: "Your parents sent you to school, you don't study well, but you fall in love, what a sad thing......

Ouyang Jiankang on the side was quite gossipy, he looked obscenely left and right, and said to Jiangxi Mu: "Do you know? Buyue's family is in trouble with school! Although Su Ying was caught, her three aunts and six mothers-in-law still came to the school to make trouble, just on the National Day. It was a scary battle. I heard that those relatives with spatulas or something gathered around the school gate and demanded justice. The principal came forward to coordinate the solution, and it seemed that a large amount of money was given to finish the matter. ”

Jiangxi Mu looked ahead and listened with an indifferent attitude.

Sometimes, it's the evil hidden in the light that is truly intriguing. Those ugliness and pretentiousness appeared in the daylight together, and became a carefully dedicated play.

"Boring people." Jiangxi Mu confided coldly.

Ouyang Jiankang originally wanted to tell more inside stories, but when he heard this, he retracted his head in fright.

The leaders took turns to speak, and the official tone was more and more complete than the other, rising from the case itself to the spiritual level, and then to the political level, just like their positions. The ass determines the height of thought, and there is always nothing wrong with this statement.

The final remarks were naturally made by the principal of the school. The previous speech has risen to the political level at the provincial level, and presumably the president's speech must be at the national level.

"Students, where have you gone to play this National Day? This year is the only time it can be left for eight days. If you don't go out to play, it will be a pity, right? ”

The first sentence of the opening remarks turned out to be so easy-going, as soon as these words came out, many students below immediately interacted - "I went to Canghai City to see the sea." "I've been to other provinces and visited several cities." "I went on an adventure in the mountains, but fortunately I didn't die inside." "I got a visa and went to Singapore to play." The classroom was noisy, and everyone's face was full of excitement.

For the principal's strange opening remarks, the students have long been accustomed to it, and it seems that they have long known that the principal will ask such a question.

"I'll just say, it's stupid not to go out for eight days off." The headmaster said with a smile.

Jiang Jiang Mu tapped his fingers on the table, looking at the principal who was more than a dozen tables away with "interest". The name Mo Sigui has achieved special connotation. As his name suggests, the headmaster was wearing a brown-gray Armani shirt, which seemed to be newly bought and had not yet been wrinkled, and he was wearing busson trousers, which were ironed very flat, and only two lines of trouser legs were visible. Look at the round face, with black-framed eyes, and a smile that seems to be his trademark.

"It's good when you're young, it's not like when we were young, how rare it was to want to play." The principal put his ten fingers close to the table, and his face became serious: "There is such a big thing in the school, and I am very sad as the principal. At the beginning of the school year, I will greet you at the school gate and hope that you will study hard. However, there are people who do not take life seriously, but choose such drastic actions. ”

The principal paused for a moment, took off his eyes, rubbed the tears in his eyes, and choked up slightly: "Life is really very important, once lost, there is no next chance." If there is any problem, even if it is a big problem, can those of us who are teachers help you? This way, we all hope, this is the last time. ”

There was a low whimper in the classroom, and Jiangxi Mu looked around, and several girls in the second class were lying on the table, as if they were crying, and they were not worthy of their good sisters.

The principal softened his tone: "The death of some of your classmates is really unbearable. I watched you happily enter the campus, but I couldn't just watch some of them lie down and go out. Think about it. Life, really important. ”

The principal and several leaders next to him said, "Let's go, let the students be quiet." ”

The leaders left with serious expressions, and the principal was the last to leave, came to the door, stopped to look at the class for a while, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Miao Xiu'er, the leader of the second class, walked up to the podium, her eyes were red and swollen, and she seemed to have been crying for a long time. She choked up and said, "We're going to hold a farewell ceremony tonight, and I hope the students can come to ......."

Jiangxi Mu shrugged his shoulders and inadvertently saw the Song love words in front of him. She looked out the window, her wavy hair could not hide her red and swollen eyes, and her eyes were filled with deep sadness, and tears filled them into a lake.

His heart throbbed, and he quickly lowered his head and suppressed his emotions.

At the end of the conference, Jiangxi Mu followed behind Song Qingci, she kept her head down and walked listlessly. The classmates in the other classes next to her were talking and laughing, and she seemed to be shrouded in a dim light, squeezing a path out of a group of colorful lights.

Until she bumps into someone.

"Love words, how can you walk without energy?"

A kind voice woke her up. She looked up and was frightened, "Principal Mo......"

Jiang Xi Mu put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall, and watched the adventure of Song Qingci and the principal.

"Are you still sad about what happened to Buyue?" The headmaster looked at her and sighed, a dark cloud on his kind face. When he saw Jiangxi Mu behind him, he not only asked, "Why haven't I seen this classmate?" ”

Song Qingci wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Jiang Xi Mu with a big ice face behind him: "His name is Jiang Xi Mu, and he is the new ...... of our class."

"Principal, thank you very much for speaking to the students today." Counselor Huang stood at the door of the office at some point, with a smile on his face, and then said to the two students: "It's almost time for class, you guys hurry up and don't delay your studies." ”

Song Qingci thought of it and said to the principal: "Principal Mo, I'm going to class." ”

"You go up, don't delay." The headmaster smiled and waved.

Jiang Xi Mu followed slowly behind, stopped at the corner of the stairs, and looked at Counselor Huang and the principal, they were talking and laughing. However, Counselor Huang's face was full of flattery and humility. Counselor Fang Cai Huang interrupted Song Qing's words, obviously not wanting to reveal Jiangxi Mu is identity as a transfer student. It's obviously sneaky, and he's willing to take risks for the sake of money.

"God made a man out of dignity and rogueism." Jiangxi Mu muttered this mantra, his face was even more indifferent, and it was not the same world as the vigorous smiling faces around him.

Eight p.m., Room 302.

Song Qingci and Jiangxi Mu came here to participate in the farewell ceremony. Inside the classroom, a circle of white candles is placed in a circle of hearts. In the middle of the heart is a palm-sized photograph, but in black and white.

Buyue seems to be still in everyone's hearts and has not gone far.

Everyone gathered around the outside of the candle, silently bowing their heads, holding a white candle in their hands. The light of the candle illuminates their faces. On the sad face, the light and shadow are distinct, the shadow side represents the memory, the memory and the bits and pieces of the moon, the side of the light represents hope, I hope that the moon can go all the way. The blend of light and shadow is a substance called tears, which drops in the palm of the hand with candle tears, crystal clear.

One by one, everyone placed candles outside the love, which means that the students in the class will always be with Buyue.

Jiangxi Mu put down the candle and looked at the girl in the photo. In the black-and-white photo, she is smiling all the time.

He walked out of the classroom and looked out at the night. The starry sky, except for the darkness, is a sporadic dot.

Years ago, he was staring at the stars like this. And the place to look at the starry sky is either the mountains or the slums. This is not the first time he has considered the nostalgia of life. How many times has he been confused and can't find a way out at the crossroads of the labyrinth.

He lived until now thanks to the nightmare that tormented him every night. Yes, it was that nightmare that kept him coming back to reality and running forward. In the face of countless blood, in the face of countless filth, and even in the face of countless human evils, he has to disguise his heart to be extremely strong.

Therefore, like a mayfly-like life, he can live like a germ and not give up easily.

Sealing himself in black-and-white photographs for worship, he thought the time had not yet come. At least, the truth must be dug up from the grave first

His phone vibrated and a text message came, it was an unfamiliar number - "The goods have arrived, ready to be sent." ”

After a while, a large truck came over on Xiyang Road in the distance, paused for a moment when it was still 50 meters away from the school underpass, and then drove away quickly from the road on the school underpass.

Jiangxi Mu forwarded the text message to an unfamiliar number.

Ten minutes later, a QQ car drove up and stopped on the road on the school underpass, and a woman got down and strolled on it. After a while, he turned back to the car and drove away.

Jiangxi Mu deleted all the two text messages, and the text message box of the mobile phone was clean and thorough again.

This kind of scum-like work is all he does for a living. It's like a nightmare that you can't shake off. He still lives in black and white photographs, and no one worships him.