Chapter Eighty-Three: 17 Days to Countdown

Monday, May 23

At night, fragments of this day come to mind.

In the morning, I woke up automatically and went to school according to my usual schedule. The morning sun is already red, rendering the ground at the beginning of noon, which is very warm.

When I returned to my residence after school at noon, I received a text message from Sun Song, who said that I should call my cousin. When I called, my cousin said that my brother was looking for me and asked her if she knew what was going on with me? She didn't know and gave me a phone number to go back. The call was answered by my cousin-in-law, and he said that he asked his brother to call me back in the evening. I don't know what my brother is looking for me now, I can't think of it.

met Sun Song in a restaurant and talked about the college entrance examination. I didn't want to say that, he said I had forgotten the vows I made when I was a freshman in high school, and I honestly said that now I really don't think about those sentimental pasts, and that forgetting might be a better option for me.

I saw two college profiles on the dinner table, one beautifully bound and the other ordinary. I asked the owner for a good book and went to school happily.

After the first two classes, I don't remember anything. In the third class, due to physical reasons, I borrowed a book and ran to the first floor for convenience, so I went to the cafeteria to read alone, which felt amazing, and I went back to class after class. I met the head teacher at the door of the teaching office, and I didn't say anything, and both of them had normal expressions. Back on the floor where the class is located, the teacher dragged the class and did not leave until the class started. When I entered the class, I took out the introduction I had just asked for in the morning. The name that is scratched out with a hard instrument on the soft leather is my name. At that time, I asked who had done it, and the person at the table who said that he had just asked for leave and left. I was so angry at the time, I didn't want to row! Instead, he happily crossed out my name. It just so happened that the earliest college entrance examination volunteers from other schools came to our class to say something, and because I was angry, I didn't cooperate, and gave others a cold spot. The fault is that I am not in others, it is really a blessing and a curse. I asked for a favorite profile, but I was first scratched, and then I was swept away because of it. Everything comes at a price.

While eating alone in my lodgings, I heard English listening on campus. Now I usually go to school very late, and I forget when I changed. In the past, I always ran to the school gate, bought food, and then returned to the class to solve it quickly, and then quickly put myself into learning. It turns out that everything can become even unfamiliar to me, and I have forgotten that I am sad that I don't work hard for the college entrance examination at any time.

It's always a person who suddenly grieves, and it's always a person who practices to accompany himself. Practice how not to feel sad and lonely. But everything is not as simple as imagined, everything is true and false, and the unreal past is always remarkable.

Maybe sadness is for better happiness, and happiness is for more sorrow, which is the relativism of life.

Many things that will make you sentimental wander in front of you, and if you don't control it well, it will be a sad mess.

I already like my heart to wander in the classroom, and I can't call it back. Wandering directionlessly between the past and the future. The things that are now can only be settled in my heart when they become memories, as if this is how they will become a part of me.