"In the fourth class of the second year of junior high school, Xu Weize, Zhao Youxiang, Jian Jian, and Yang Yong were involved in a fight in the billiards room outside the school, and they wrote a review of 1,000 words...... I hereby warn and hope that other students will take this as a warning. ”

At Monday's flag-raising ceremony, the four young people led by Xu Weize stood on the rostrum casually, lazily looking at the dense classmates in the audience.

Yan Rong heard the name Xu Weize and looked up at the rostrum, it was really him.

He stood in front of the sun, so dazzling, a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at the crowd irritably, without the slightest intention of repentance.

Yan Rong also felt for the first time what it meant to be sunshine with him.

"Hongmei, what did you just hear from the dean of teaching?"

Yan Rong turned around and pulled Zhang Hongmei's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"Huh? It seems to be called ...... Xu Heze, read it too fast, I didn't hear it clearly. ”

Zhang Hongmei squinted her eyes and thought hard, then turned around and poked the arm of the male classmate next to her and asked, "Alas, Wang Yiwei, what did the teaching director say just now that there is a person named Ze?" ”

Wang Yiwei straightened his head to look at the rostrum, then stood up and replied: "Xu Weize, several of them are troublemakers from the fourth class. ”

"Oh, thank you."

After Zhang Hongmei thanked her, she arched her back with her elbow and whispered: "Wang Yiwei said that his name is Xu Weize, and he is from the fourth class." ”

Yan Rong was a little embarrassed, and he stretched his head behind him and whispered, "Thank you, Hongmei." ”

Zhang Hongmei asked the slightly warmed face inquiringly, "Do you know him?" ”

Yan Rong bowed his hand in a panic, "I don't know, it's just that he did me a small favor last time, and I don't know what his name is." ”

"Oh, that's right. Stand up, the old class has come to see it. ”

Zhang Hongmei glanced at the front and reminded her face.

Yan Rong immediately stood up straight, lowered his eyes, and did not dare to look at the position of the rostrum.

It turns out that his name is Xu Weize.

Xu Weize......

A small smile spread across Yan Rong's face.

I don't know if there will be a chance to call his name in front of him.

But since the last time she was criticized in public, Yan Rong has never touched Xu Weize again, and she looked at every corner of the campus, but she didn't find anything similar to him.

From then on, the name Xu Weize was like a small marble, gently rolling around in her heart.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't itch, but she can't ignore it.

The more time passed, the more uncomfortable this longing became, and she went around the corridor of Class 4 twice, but she didn't see the figure in the classroom.

She went to the parking area a few times, but she didn't see it, and the new and stylish bicycle never showed up again.

By this time it was already winter, and the wind was bitterly cold, and the wind blew up the dust on the ground, threw it into the sky, and fell to the ground at great speed.

Yan Rong thought, she should have missed something.

At the same time, a large park should be built between the new road that Yan Rong likes and the old road that he must pass to go to school.

Times Park.

Half of this old road was closed.

The excavator removes the soil scattered with time memory day and night, and the pile driver in the hands of the workers and the sound of "......da-da" declares the speed of the city's progress.

Dust swirled and flew in the air, every time she passed here, the bus had to be blocked for a long time to pass, Yan Rong sat behind the bus, motionless looking out of the window, hoping that the young man named Xu Weize could rush into her sight defenselessly.

Just a glance.

Every time Yan Rong passed by Times Square in a car, it seemed to be slowly changing little by little.

Today there is one less tree in the east and tomorrow there is one more wall in the west......

By the third year of junior high school, Times Park had a basic outline.

After graduating, the road was cleared, the park was completely covered with marble floors, and vegetation was slowly transplanted.

The objects piled up by the old years are being covered up by the new time every day.

The boy who smiled very brightly was also buried in the past by time.

It's just that this ray of sunshine has never been extinguished in her heart.

The night the high school entrance examination results came out, the lights of Yan Rong's house were turned on overnight, Yan's mother and Yan's father reprimanded Yan Rong, Yan Rong lowered her head, didn't refute or cry, she worked really hard, but her grades just couldn't go up.

She wrote every question in the high school entrance examination, and she also checked it, probably forgetting to bring her brain.

Yan Rong stood in the living room, listening to his parents' lamentations and sighs, until the quarrel in the back.

"Look at the good daughter you taught, do you usually play in the room?"

Father Yan stood in front of Mother Yan with one hand on his waist, and pointed at Mother Yan's excited spitting star with the other hand.

"What do you mean by what I teach? Not your daughter? You're not responsible, are you? ”

Yan's mother suddenly became angry, arguing with Yan's father while not forgetting to reprimand Yan Rong on the side, "Yan Rong, why do you say that you are so uncompetitive, what are you and your father working so hard for?" ”

Yan Rong pinched his clothes, not knowing how to answer.

"I'm so tired from work every day, you should educate your children well as a woman."

Yan's father continued to be angry at Yan's mother.

"You go to work, I don't have to go to work? I'm going to come back to cook and do laundry, and you'll be a master at home......"

"I'm an uncle, where am I an uncle? Every day I am as tired as a dog. ”

“……”

After arguing for a long time that night, Yan Rong stood in the living room and wept silently.

Yan's mother finally cried directly, "I worked hard for this family, and in the end...... Alas, why is my life so miserable? ”

"Cry, cry, cry, you know crying, you mother and daughter are the same."

"I knew you hated me......"

"When did I say something like that......"

The heat wave outside was blown in and out by the wind, and the lights outside the window went out one after another; The sound of car horns changes from high-pitched to low-pitched.

It wasn't until the neighbor Grandma Hua came to knock on the security door of the house that Yan's mother and Yan's father, who were red-faced, stopped arguing.

"Xiaofeng, did you quarrel?"

Yan's mother glared at Yan's father, and opened the door with her hand with her hair.

Father Yan sat on the sofa and listened to the movement outside the door.

Grandma Hua, who was standing at the security door, looked into the room with her white head flower, and her cloudy eyes were full of worry.

"Aunt Hua, no, I talked to the child's father a little louder."

Mother Yan said with a smile on her face, as if it wasn't her who quarreled just now.

"Oh, that's good, don't quarrel, a husband and wife for a hundred days, talk to CICC well."

Aunt Hua persuaded bitterly.

"Okay, okay, I won't quarrel, Aunt Hua won't be early, you can go back."

Mother Yan smiled.

"Okay, call me if you have something."

After Aunt Hua left, Yan's mother closed the door, and although she returned to her angry appearance, this time she and Yan's father did not have another verbal dispute.

Yan Rong stared at the upper of the shoe, listening to the fate of Yan's mother and Yan's father.

"Yanrong, go wash the dishes, I'll clean you up tomorrow."

Mother Yan looked at the floor clock, it was already 11 o'clock, and she said coldly and went back to the room to get clothes and take a bath.

"Oh, good."

Yan Rong responded hoarsely, and went to the kitchen to wash dishes with numb legs.

"Alas, it's useless." Father Yan finished talking to himself, got up and went back to the room.

Yan Rong stood in front of the sink in the kitchen with red eyes, washing the dishes with a rag, and his vision was already blurred.

The next day, Yan's mother and Yan's father were in the cold war, and after dinner, Yan Rong said to Yan's mother and Yan's father as usual: "Dad, Mom, I'll go back to my room to read after eating." ”

Yan Rong stood up and was about to move away from the bench, Yan's mother looked at Yan Rong with a cold face, "What's the use of pretending to be attentive now?" When the dishes are washed, they know how to eat, and they don't know what to do. ”

Yan Rong pursed her lips, glanced at Yan's mother and lowered her head, "Okay." ”

The hand pinching the back of the chair unconsciously exerted force, obviously when she came back to school every night she had to wash the morning dishes and cook again.

It's a holiday, and the housework is all her doing.

"What are you doing here in a daze?" Yan's mother looked at Yan Rong dissatisfied, and Yan Rong withdrew from the dining table and stood aside.

Yan's mother sighed again and again, "Why did I give birth to such a stupid child?" ”

Father Yan also shook his head beside him.

Yan Rong pursed his lips, at a loss, waiting for them to finish eating, clean up the table and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Every day in the future, as long as Yan's mother and Yan's father are at home, Yanrong is very careful.

Her grades C City No. 1 Middle School can't go, No. 2 Middle School relies on independent learning, and No. 3 Middle School has a bad school atmosphere and is a gathering place for bastards.

Yan's mother and Yan's father decided to let her go to a private school after much discussion.

In the whole city of C, there are relatively good private schools, only Jiashui private.

That summer vacation, Yan Rong had a very bad time, Yan's mother and Yan's father "crossed their eyebrows and pointed coldly at Qianfu" to her from time to time, except for going out to buy vegetables, Yan Rong never went out of the house.

If one thing is not done in harmony with Yan's mother and Yan's father's mind, Yan Rong will be counted down repeatedly for several days.

One Sunday in late July, someone from the demolition and relocation office came to talk about the demolition.

Yan's mother and Yan's father had a Sunday off, and they were in a good mood that day.

There are two conditions: one is to compensate money.

The money for compensation is based on the market value of the house, and it is possible to buy a three-bedroom apartment not far from the city.

The second is to compensate two two-bedroom houses in the suburbs.

Yan's mother and Yan's father had to go to work, so they thought about it again and again and chose the compensation money and bought it themselves.

The families living in their community are basically unit welfare housing, and it has been a long time, and the demolition is a good thing, and most of them agreed, and only a few of them ripped off and raised the price.

So we haven't talked much about it yet.

At this time, the construction of Times Park was nearing completion, and Yan Rong took a car to play there for a short time before school started.

The glowing marble floors are neatly pasted, the park is full of flowers and trees, and there are very user-friendly public restrooms.

Yan Rong went to wash her hands, the bathroom is newer than the one in her house, it is really a good place.

She looked up at the blue sky, the wind pushed the motionless white clouds, and the treetops of the towering trees nodded back and forth, like an old man sleeping under the scorching sun.

Because it was too hot, Yan Rong walked around for a short time and went back.

It seems a bit ridiculous for a junior high school student to talk about life, but Yan Rong just feels that he is living like a puppet, without hope or despair.