Maybe it's because of the dreams of the flower season, unintentionally and unintentionally, the girl named Hong actually walked into my world. There is no reason for everything, and there is no reason for everything.

In the early nineties of the last century, the failure of the college entrance examination made me lose my soul all of a sudden, and I imprisoned myself for a summer vacation. After the start of school, I went to Fucheng, which was more than 100 miles away from home, and entered a well-known high school class.

The classmates in Gao Fu's class are all brothers and sisters from different places, although everyone has the same purpose and the same mood, but they always have a cold face on each other, especially on both sides of the "38th parallel", which is a strict barrier. In such a lifeless atmosphere, I often feel like I've been left out.

"Hey, could you please pick up my mock test papers?" One morning, while chewing gum and humming a popular song from previous years, I was casually sorting out the mock test paper that the teacher had just handed out, when suddenly something was gently poked in my back, and at the same time, such a very soft voice came from behind me.

When I looked back, I was surprised to find two girls sitting behind me, one of whom was looking at me with a pair of pleading eyes.

I picked up her paper from under my stool.

She said thank you gratefully.

Just as I was about to turn my head, she smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry to bother you again, can you help me solve the problem?" ”

In the face of such a strange female classmate's request, it seems that I have no reason to refuse, not to mention that we are all "difficult friends" who fell off the same score line.

"I can do my best, but don't get your hopes up."

In the end, I gave her a satisfactory explanation.

"I don't think your original grades must be bad." She stared at me with a smile in her big envious eyes.

I found out that she was so good-looking.

"The good and the bad are in the past, and the college entrance examination is to judge heroes by success or failure. Now that everyone is here, it's each other, nothing good or bad. I smiled at her, "Maybe this is fate, and it's up to us whether to accept it or not." I sighed gloomily.

Perhaps she was infected by my emotions, and those big eyes were immediately clouded with a layer of confusion.

"I'm really scared, if I fall off ......the list again, I really don't know how to face that reality." She looked at me timidly and said.

"Actually, what we are facing now is reality, but we still have illusions and are unwilling to admit this reality. Including myself, I entered this high school class, firstly, because we were unwilling to admit our ordinariness, and secondly, our growth environment forced us to pass the college entrance examination and jump out of the farm. I don't know if it's our sorrow or the sorrow that society gives us. In the blink of an eye, I spit out the gum in my mouth.

"No wonder you're so relaxed and carefree every day."

I don't dare to delve into the meaning of "every day" in her words. I smiled nonchalantly and said, "You're wrong, I'm not easy, and I'm going to face next year's college entrance examination." It's just that I want to be lighter every day. ”

"If only I could be like you every day, I wouldn't feel tired." She sighed.

It's the first time I've talked so much to someone else in this class, and I'm still a girl, a very handsome girl.

"Whether we are tired or not is just a person's feelings, we are tired because the pressure on our shoulders is too great, especially those 'difficult brothers' from the city, who can't pass the 'July' hurdle, and they have to be unemployed and job-hunting. We are not from the countryside, there are two acres of land waiting. I smiled at her.

"I really envy you for being born in the countryside!"

After nearly seven years of studying in the city, it was the first time I had heard of someone so sincerely envious of the countryside.

"It's not as simple as you think, have you watched 'The Siege'? It's all about wanting to get in and wanting to get out. There is helplessness in the city and sorrow in the countryside, but we can't feel each other. ”

In this way, we unconsciously talked about the two self-study classes arranged by the teacher. At the end, she smiled heartheartily and said, "If I am not mistaken, your name is Wang Ziwen, and you also have a very romantic and chic nickname - chic prince." ”

I was very stunned by her speculation, even my tablemate, he didn't know my name, I didn't know the name of my tablemate, how could she know me so well? I pretended to be very surprised and gave her a thumbs up: "God counts! What is the name? ”

"It's not my divine calculation, it's what you told me in the notebook the day before yesterday: The dashing prince must follow his own path of life in a dashing manner, and the prince encourages himself." She repeated my words of self-encouragement, and then smiled casually and said, "My name is not as free and easy, Xia Hong, rainbow rainbow." ”

"Very poetic name! If I'm not mistaken, at least one of your parents is a literate person. Otherwise, you would not have been given such a poetic name. "My speculation is unfounded.

"You're right, my mother is the secretary of a unit in Fuyang, and my father is a small leader in a factory." She smiled, "If you don't mind, we'll be friends in the future, right?" ”

I have no reason to refuse such a generous and straightforward wish of such a delicate girl.

"Since we have become friends, we should take care of each other like friends in the future!" She pretended to be old and spoke to me, but her childish old age made people laugh. She suddenly asked me, "If you have a holiday this weekend, would you like to hang out with a few of us?" She uttered a long list of girls' names.

The first time a friend invited, I couldn't refuse. Besides, I hated the fact that the teacher was still cramming on Sundays, so I gladly accepted her invitation.

That Sunday, the teacher showed kindness, but the sky was not beautiful, and it began to rain early in the morning. The autumn rain is continuous, and it is gradually coming to an end. After breakfast, I hesitated, would they come out on such a rainy day? But, if you say it to your friends, you can't break your word! After some hesitation, I walked out.

When I arrived at the agreed place, I was shocked to see that she was standing in the rain with a small umbrella, but her whole body was soaking wet.

"I thought I was the only fool in this world, but I didn't expect there to be a fool who was more stupid than me!" I was very moved to walk up to her. I can't deny that at this moment, her figure has completely entered the depths of my heart, "Wearing so thin?" Why is it all wet? ”

"When they saw that the weather was so bad, they didn't want to come out. But I'm afraid you'll wait here and come alone. When I went out, the rain stopped, and it started to rain again halfway through. Hurriedly ran here, it turned out that the pavilion was demolished at some point. No way, I bought another umbrella! When she saw that I was staring at her, she lowered her head shyly.

"None of us missed our appointments because we are true friends!" I felt that I couldn't control my emotions anymore, and I felt sorry for her, "If you don't guard against me, go to my place and replace the wet one." "When the words came out, I felt a little reckless. However, if she could understand my concern, she wouldn't mind such reckless words.

Perhaps she understood my feelings, and went with me to my apartment very casually. I waited outside the door with her little umbrella for her to change into any of my clothes, and it wasn't until she said "over" in the house that I pushed the door in. To my surprise, she put on my denim outfit, and she was a little more elegant in her handsomeness, far more lovely than before.

"Is it pretty?" She spun around in front of me for a week, and the wet ponytail on the back of her head floated around with her.

I was amazed by her beauty, and I lost my mind a little for a moment.

Next, we talked about ideals, life, society, and love. What made me most difficult to calm down was that she said that in the future, she must find a boy who is as free and easy as me and as profound as me. I couldn't explain to myself what she really meant by that. But I can be sure that there is already something between us that is very clear to each other, but very vague and extremely subtle, and none of us has explained it.

In the days that followed, we always maintained that kind of thing that was more than friendship and less than love. I always remind myself that I can't make this kind of thing clear, because a 20-year-old can't lift this heavy thing on his shoulders. The days passed quietly in peace and unrest. Towards the end of the term, someone suddenly came to my family to urge me to go back, and I felt gloomily that if I said goodbye like this, I was afraid that I would not have the opportunity to meet in the future. I bought a lot of gifts with her, and wrote two lines of poetry from a poet who was becoming popular at that time on a commemorative card: What is hidden is the figure, and what cannot be avoided is the silent love. At the same time, I also received a gift from her – an album. When I opened the album, I was amazed at the message she gave me. She also gave me those two lines of poetry, and there is her own continuation: what she avoids is the figure, what she can't avoid is the silent love, if the rainy season will come again, will we meet again, and whether there is a chance to show the heart.

Looking at her delicate handwriting, the wet figure that never faded stood in my heart again.

Later, due to various reasons, not even a letter was passed between us, and in this way, we disappeared into a world that we could not have imagined. Superstitious or not, I admit that this is fate, and many of what we have experienced have been arranged in the first place.

Occasionally flipping through the album she sent, her handsome smile awakened the wet figure hidden deep in my memory. I knew that the rainy season would not come again, and I would never have the opportunity to express my thoughts again. Maybe we are passing by on the street, and the vicissitudes of time have made us unable to recognize each other's faces......