"When are you going to go up?" I was slumped on the top half of the bed and the bottom half of my body was still stepping on the concrete floor. After a morning of military training, who doesn't want to lie comfortably in bed for a while? But Miller, the little ghost, was still sitting on the other side of the bed, and he didn't mean to climb to his top bunk for a long time.

"Wait five more minutes......" he leaned against the railing, his voice quiet. Jiang Yuan No. 1 Middle School did not conduct military training in schools, but dragged us all to the outskirts of the city. The dormitory conditions here are worse than those of the school, the girls have dormitory buildings, and the boys are all crammed into a huge room, presumably converted from a conference room, with dozens of beds stacked on top of each other in an orderly manner. It's a lunch break, and the sound of breathing and snoring fills the room.

"How many five minutes? I see, you're lazy. I muttered.

"I just don't want to climb, I can't move."

"Then you're here with me." I lifted my head a little, and when I saw the aggrieved expression on his little face, my heart softened a little.

I met Miller in my dorm room on my first day of school. He had come up on a hill - a huge camouflage travel bag, and I was stunned as I sat on the bed with a stuffed school bag, a blue hot water bottle and a whole bag of clothes that were about to overflow. He is quite short, maybe more than one meter and a half, and he is also thin, carrying this big bag to the fourth floor, and his fair face is red. His hair was also messed up with sweat, but his clothes were neatly dressed. To be honest, I thought he was the younger brother of one of my roommates because he looked like a fourth or fifth grade schoolboy. I still thought to myself, there is an elder brother in the world who bullies his younger brother like this, and when he comes to school by himself, he has to help his younger brother get all the things. However, I waited for a long time, but I didn't see that terrible brother, not even his parents. Of all the freshmen on our floor, Miller was probably the only one who came to school by herself, carried everything upstairs by herself, and basically cleaned up her bed by herself.

For that alone, I admire him.

Before I could get up and help him pick up something, he scattered the goods all over his body to the ground. Gasping for a moment in a chair in the middle of the dormitory, he asked if he could live on top of me, his face still red. I said no problem, so he unzipped the bag, got a rag, went to the sink to wet it, wrung it out, and climbed up to wipe the bed. I saw a mattress or something in my bag, so I told him I could hand it over for him. He wiped it and said that he could come by himself without it, but when I handed it to him later, he didn't refuse, he thanked me all the time, and when he got out of bed, he gave me a packet of crispy noodles, which I didn't eat much, but still accepted and ate it. While eating, I heard him boiling cold water and rushing his head.

As he wiped his head with a towel, I saw him smile. There is a small dimple on the left side of that delicate little face, but not on the right, and this asymmetry shows a bit of wit and cleverness. Cute, independent, clever and polite, this is my first impression of him, and I can't help but think of the protagonist of a certain children's drama. But I can't remember the name of that person, like many things when I was a child, I forgot it all. Gone are the days when I sat on the sofa with my brother and stared at the TV screen.

And Millet is not as strong and optimistic as I thought. It was that night that I learned his little secret, albeit not intentionally.

No. 1 Middle School is one of the six famous schools in Jiangyuan City, and the other five are No. 3 Middle School, No. 54 Middle School, Beichuan Middle School, Jiangyuan Foreign Chinese School and Jiangyuan University of Science and Technology Affiliated High School. No. 1 Middle School has a long history, and the old campus is in the urban area, which is only for high school students. In recent years, junior high school students have all moved to new urban areas close to the suburbs. Although the campus is new, the dormitory conditions are really not flattering, and I am really sorry for the "famous school" brand. Probably because of the relatively small number of dormitory students, the school has been very slow to build dormitories, and now there are only one building for boys and one for girls. There are only a few students living in our class, and many dormitories are mixed with people from adjacent classes. The school has a total of 16 classes, of which 14, 15 and 16 are experimental classes. Miller is in the second class and I am in the third class. The dormitory does not have an independent bathroom, there is a sink at the door, and there is a balcony at the end of the room to dry clothes. In addition, there are four bunk beds, but the basic living is not satisfied, and a dormitory lives about five people. I heard them say that the accommodation conditions of Jiangyuan Experimental Middle School, a newly established school, are much better than ours, and people can take a hot shower directly in their rooms.

As for us, we can only take the basin to the large bathhouse on the first floor to wash. There is a bathhouse in one building, and there is also a boiling water room on the first floor. The only thing that can be thankful is that there is a drainage pool and toilet at the end of each corridor, so we don't have to toss up and down to go to the toilet.

While I was doing laundry in the water room, Miller hid in the toilet and talked to her parents on the phone. I must admit that I didn't scrub my clothes after hearing his voice. I'm eavesdropping.

Miller was crying. He complained that his parents didn't come to send him to school, and he was the only one in the dormitory who came to school, carrying so many things, and doing all the work by himself.

It turns out that I have been envied one day. It turns out that people who seem to be independent on the surface are not very strong on the inside.

His parents didn't make a big voice and apologized to him, saying they were too busy. Then he encouraged him, and said a lot of words, but I couldn't quite understand their dialect, so I heard Mi Le go back and say that his parents had to bring him to Jiang Yuan. His classmates all went to school in his hometown, and he didn't know anyone in the city.

"What if I want to be rejected by my classmates? If they exclude outsiders, how will I live? Have you thought about it? "I could hear him crying uncomfortably.

To be honest, we're not too xenophobic.

"Didn't you change schools a lot? Why can't you stand it when you grow up? Asked on the other end of the phone.

"You're embarrassed to say it! Every time I got to know my classmates a little better, you just got me out of school, didn't you? As a result, after six years of elementary school, I didn't have many friends! Running with you all day long......"

"You must know that your parents want to accompany you and don't want you to be a left-behind child. And the old people are old, so they can't take care of you......"

"Then why do I live on campus? Didn't you say you wanted to take me with you? ”

"No. 1 Middle School is a prestigious school, and my parents also spent a lot of money to let you enter this school. Mom and Dad are usually busy and don't necessarily have time to cook for you. It takes a long time to go back and forth, and there is no atmosphere of learning at home......"

After talking on the phone for a long time, Miller still smacked and smoking, but he didn't cry so much, and then he kept saying yes "mmmmmmmmmm

It can be seen that he is quite sensible. Alone outside, children basically report good news but not bad news to the family. Speaking out will not necessarily help the parents solve it, but will double the same distress and weigh on them. Most mature children are reluctant to complain to their parents, and at most talk to their friends. Millet has no friends, not even anyone he knows, and he must be lonely tonight. Some people complain that it may just be a habit, in order to vent, it is good to say it, and things are far from his bottom line. Some people just can't hold it anymore before they say that at that time things are approaching or even far beyond the bottom line.

After the phone call, Miller came out of the bathroom and happened to meet with me. We both froze in place, and my expression must have told him that this man had heard everything. At that time, in the words of others, he "had a sharp nose, two big and dark eyes, and when he was quiet, he seemed studious and thoughtful, and enthusiastic, but at the moment he had a resentful expression." [1]

"That...... Sorry, I heard that. "Admission seems to be the only way out.

He was silent, his eyes still a little red.

"I didn't mean to, and I wouldn't tell anyone about it. And ......" I bit my lip and looked at him, I was really not used to looking at other people's eyes and talking before, but at this moment I was willing, "Actually, you have someone you know in Jiang Yuan." ”

"Huh?" He was a little confused.

"That's me."

"Huh?"

"If you don't have friends in Jiangyuan, can I be your first friend? Actually, I don't have many friends......"

This is the truth, compared to my younger brother, I am not very willing to deal with people, except for classmates, most of the people I know are my brother's friends or teammates.

"You...... Is it called Kopeway? ”

"That's right."

"Nan Ke's dream, the wear of the wear, the reed of the reed to remove the grass prefix?"

"Not bad at all!"

"Well, then I remembered it right. I can't mistake your name. By the way, what does your name mean? It feels quite special. ”

"From an allusion, 'Ximen Leopard is anxious, so Pei Wei is self-relieved', which means that Ximen Leopard has an impatient personality, so he wears a tough cooked cowhide to remind himself to ease up. Because of this, my former teacher gave me the foreign name Correa, which refers to belt and toughness. ”

I've only told half of the story. In fact, there is the second half of the sentence, "Dong Anyu is slow, so he is anxious." Dong Anyu, on the contrary to Ximen Leopard, is a chronic child, so he wears a tight bowstring to remind himself to be nervous all the time. Every time someone asked us what our names meant, my brother was responsible for saying such a large paragraph. The younger brother also has a foreign name, Bowstring, which corresponds to the "string" in his Chinese name.

Now I can only speak, and half of it will suffice. Sometimes I always want to change my name with my brother, because I am always very slow, not good at expressing myself, lack of energy all day long, and maybe have to be "nervous all the time".

Maybe it's the name that determines our temperament?

"Then you are Mi Fu's rice, happy Le?" I asked.

"Usually I tell people it's rice."

I saw him smile.

"Can I call you Peve?"

"Call me Keco."

"Is it a nickname?"

"No, but I want people to call me that." Coco, my nickname, is printed on my jersey, although kēkē doesn't seem to be the correct pronunciation of the word. At first I wasn't very interested in the name until the strings were gone.

"Okay, Koko."

"Why don't you sleep down, I'll go up and sleep." I said to the listless Miller. It's almost halfway through the lunch break.

"Huh? But ......" he was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, just sleep if you want." I picked myself up and went to the ladder.

"That...... Are your sheets and duvet covers new? "He grabbed my pants before I went up.

I nodded.

"What? I still love cleanliness, if you don't like it, I'll help you replace yours. ”

That's a bit of a stretch, I don't think I have that much energy.

"No, no, mine is also new. Shall we use it differently in the future? How much does your set cost? Mine is almost four hundred, and if yours is expensive, I will make up the difference for you. ”

I really don't know. My parents bought everything, and I never had any idea about money.

Leaning on his pillow, I was about to yawn as soon as I turned my head, so I squeezed out a sentence that was about four hundred, not to mention the money.

Maybe I'm the one who takes advantage.

Soon, we both fell asleep.

[1] Stendhal, The Red and the Black.