Generally speaking, the teacher will ask us to pull the table a little apart during the Sunday evening test to prevent plagiarism. Not this week, the first three weeks of the language have taken turns to pass the test, and today I will write an essay. After a lesson is written, the Chinese teacher takes away the corrections, and probably comments on Tuesday or Wednesday. The rest of the class does some classical Chinese reading exercises.

"If you could travel back in time 100 years and spend a day in that era, what would you do? What would that era be like? Write an essay of no less than 600 words describing what you would have done that day or what you saw in the future society. The topic is self-drafted, the content is required to be healthy, no plagiarism, and express true feelings. ”

Such questions are not very common in exams, and it should be the free play of our school's Chinese group, and there are several teachers who always like to come up with more interesting questions.

Everyone started writing quickly, Ye Ruiyang wrote rustlingly, and it sounded like a spring of thought. It's no wonder that he likes science fiction very much, and it is not difficult for him to imagine a world in a hundred years.

How to write a future world out of thin air, how to write true feelings? Why don't you write about what I will do on that day?

It took at least ten minutes for me to write my first word.

One day a hundred years later

The first and third classes of the junior high school are Ke Peiwei

A hundred years later, I'm 112 years old, and I don't think I'll live that long.

The first thing I did after a hundred years was to see if I was still alive. If you live, you might be lucky. I want to ask 112-year-old me, do you remember my parents? Remember my brother? If he says he can't remember, or can't even answer, that's unfortunate. I probably don't want to live so long that I forget everybody.

If, after crossing over, I find that I am no longer there after a hundred years, I want to go to my grave first to see what year and day I will die. That way I'll be ready for the future and do everything I want to do before that day comes. Although I don't know what I want to do yet.

Then, I would find out how long my best friend would live and how he would die. If he dies unexpectedly at a very young age, I will tell him about the future when I come back, and do my best to protect him so that he can live his life with me in peace.

I want to see everyone who is still related to me on this day. Maybe a hundred years from now, I've been dead for a long time, and many people have forgotten about me, but maybe one or two people still remember me, know what I've done, know my connection to them. I'd like to hear what they think of me. If I do something bad, or if people don't like me, I want to try to avoid and correct it when I come back.

If no one remembers me, it's nothing. Time is moving forward, and a hundred years from now will not be the era in which I live.

Most of my family members are probably gone too, and I want to visit them. See if they're buried together, and see if future generations commemorate them. I want to talk to them, even if they can't hear them. I want them to know that even after a hundred years, there are still people who remember them and who visit them.

I want to cherish this day and spend all my time investigating my future self. Just awake, reading, writing long letters, to me who will return to me in twenty-four hours. I have a bad memory and slow reactions, so I have to write everything down and take it with me. If I could know the future and destiny, I would definitely be more gentle with everyone around me.

I feel like I'm writing with real feelings. Not only did the writing fly, but I had to find a napkin to wipe the roll.

I hurriedly finished my essay when I rang the bell. As soon as the paper was handed in, I walked out of the classroom with my head down.

When lying on the railing, Ye Ruiyang and Li Baichuan happened to be fetching water nearby. They put their hands on my shoulders and asked me how I wrote, and I asked them. Ye Ruiyang said that he wrote about the future of high-tech life, and kneaded together what he had read from several science fiction novels. Li Baichuan writes about the society a hundred years later, everyone has enough food and clothing, there is no hunger and no war, and everyone can take the classes they want in school, and they don't have to be tortured by exams and scores.

I told them about the composition I had written, and that in a hundred years I was going to find my own grave. They say it's a bad thing, it's not very healthy, and no matter how well it is written, it may fail.

"Last time, there was a person in class 14 who wrote an essay of almost 1,000 words, and the protagonist was an eagle or something, but the teacher only gave him 60 points, saying that it was for the sake of another person who didn't finish writing that he passed. He also said that it was very arrogant for him to dare to write such a thing......"

Li Baichuan is really well-informed, and my sister hasn't told me about this in their class.

The class bell rang. Ye Ruiyang told me that it was better to go to the next class after the second class to admit his mistake to Teacher Huang, so that he would not be scolded too badly.

If you are scolded, you will be scolded, and if you write it all, it will make the teacher feel that I was really "arrogantly" provoking the authority of the late test before.

Millet was a little late to the dorm today, and as soon as he entered, he beckoned me out and almost pulled me into the corner of the hallway.

"Ke Ke, I moved the scroll for Lao Huang today and saw your composition." He spoke to me cautiously.

"Just look at it, an essay with unhealthy thoughts. Ye Ruiyang asked me to wait for two days to be scolded. ”

"No, I'm actually quite impressed when I saw it." He pursed his lips, very unfair, "Well, didn't you say in your essay that you are going to see how long your best friend can live?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Who's your best friend?"

I glanced at him and said the truth casually, "That's you." ”

That's exactly what I thought at the time.

He snorted and reached out to scratch my nose.

"Pull it down, I'm sure I'll outlive you!"

After saying that, he smiled and slipped into the dormitory.

"Wait and be scolded!"

On Monday night, Mr. Huang came from the next class and called me out to talk.

Really going to "drink coffee". But I was mentally prepared, he scolded, I listened to it and it was over, never talking back, not saying a word.

"Peve, I read your composition. Do you know how many points I give you? He looked serious.

I shook my head. It's best not to guess.

"How many points do you think you can score? Tell me. ”

“60？”

"Do you think you can pass?"

If you ask that, you can't do it. My head hung lower and shook again.

"See for yourself." He handed me the test papers.

I opened the paper little by little like opening a hospital examination report, and it had to be the examination report of a seriously ill patient. Of course, in another year's time, I'll find this feeling very childish. I didn't know what it was like to be seriously ill until that day, when the man told me that he had seen his critical illness notice when he was 10 years old.

The composition is marked by a red pen in many places, and it is the kind of wavy line that the teacher usually indicates to write well. In addition, there are several typos that have been circled. But the score column was empty.

Looks like I don't even have 60 points left.

"I'm sorry." When I closed the roll, I still didn't resist it, and I apologized first.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Huang, I wrote an unhealthy essay."

"Why do you feel unhealthy? What's not healthy? ”

"Because at the beginning I was thinking that I was going to die, and I wanted to go to the grave, and I didn't have any positive energy at all......"

I'm going to repeat what Ye Ruiyang and they told me.

"Have you read Lu Xun's article?" He interrupted me.

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, "I've seen a little bit." ”

"Mr. Lu Xun has an article called "Essays", which is very short, have you read it?"

Shake one’s head.

"You can look it up. It's very simple, it's about the birth of a child, and the guests come to congratulate it when the moon is full. Some people say that children will make a fortune and become an official in the future, and those who talk about this have been thanked. And one of the guests said that the child was going to die in the future. Guess what's the reaction? ”

Shake one’s head.

"Mr. Lu Xun wrote, 'He was beaten by everyone'."

I secretly laughed and found that Mr. Huang was also laughing.

"But, you think, it's okay for only the last of the three to say it. No one knows whether this child will be promoted and make a fortune in the future, but he will definitely die, because everyone will die, right? ”

Nod.

"Then why was he beaten up by everyone when he told the truth?"

"Because it's the wrong place to speak?"

"That's right. Some words are true, but if they are said in the wrong place, there will still be bad results. It's not necessarily that this person deliberately wants to smash the field, it's just that the person who heard this couldn't accept it. ”

"Teacher, are you saying I shouldn't have written this essay on the evening test?" I seem to have reacted.

"Not really. Originally, it was required to write about real feelings, and I think you did. However, if you write like this in an important exam, you may not get a high score, and you may even be considered negative and unhealthy. But I want to tell you that you can't always write for exams. As you said in your composition, in order to avoid forgetting, you have to write non-stop 24 hours a day. I think it's good. So what you usually want to write, just write it according to your heart, and the teacher will support you. ”

It seems that the atmosphere is not so serious, maybe he just stared at me and made me too nervous?

"Thank you, Mr. Huang."

"I'm not done yet. You must never feel that what you write is unhealthy or negative, and don't let these standards interfere with your thinking. As long as you put a lot of emotion into it, what you write will be very good. By the way, before the "Essays" was finished, Mr. Lu Xun later wrote that a student asked the teacher what he should do if he didn't want to lie and not want to be beaten? The teacher was vague and smiled and passed. Maybe when you take the exam, you will feel like this? Want to write a sense of truth, but also afraid of being given a low score? ”

"It's okay. Not so tangled. ”

I don't think I really care much about it.

"That's a good mentality. Let's talk a little longer, Lu Xun is actually not discussing the occasion issue just mentioned. The people in the article just want to listen to good words and don't dare to face them directly, and the teacher only laughs and perfunctory when faced with students' questions, they are too slippery and cowardly, this way of life is frivolous and not worth living. There are too many things in life that you can't just laugh at and get past. It's not that you don't want to, things don't exist. We can't run away from things because they're heavy, thinking they're unhealthy and shouldn't be thought about. If you don't use your brain often, you will become stupid and indifferent. ”

I'm pretty stupid, and it's hard to say whether I'm cold or not.

"One more thing, I think the reason why you wrote this essay may be because of some experiences in your life? Don't be afraid, I'm not trying to probe into your privacy, and I'm not going to ask other students. You say in your essay that you have a good friend, and he is real, right? ”

Nod.

"Are you around?"

Keep nodding.

"Good. You can talk to your friends and have more fun together. I heard you played on the varsity team? I'll come and see the game when I have time. Minxue is also on the school team, and you children communicate more. Of course, if you are willing to talk to the teacher or need help, you can always come to me. All right? ”

"Hmm!" I nodded vigorously, "Thank you, teacher." ”

"So, how many points do you think you can get on this essay?" He pulled out a red pen and took the test paper from my hand.

“88？” I asked tentatively.

"Why 88?"

"Because...... I feel that the essay with a score of 90 or more is a model essay that the teacher can read, so I am not that good. My grades are usually just a little bit worse than my classmates if I play well. So, I guess that's the score? ”

"Take it." He made a few strokes on the test paper, returned it to me, patted me on the back, and said, "Let's go to self-study." ”

When I entered the classroom, I was in the light to see the marks he gave me. A big bright red "94" is probably the highest score I've ever scored in my essay.

When I opened the dormitory door, Miller sat on my bed. Several others have not returned.

"That...... Keke, I saw that our old class was talking to you. Are you okay? ”

I could see how he had rehearsed it to comfort me.

"That's right. I was scolded so badly that I almost cried. I put on a sad face.

"Isn't it, so fierce? I think you're very well written! Why? What's wrong with this essay? That's right, wait for me! ”

He rolled over and climbed into his bed, took a can of Coke and a packet of seaweed, and shoved it into me, saying don't be sad.

"Well, what's the solution?" I stuffed them into the quilt and pulled out the test paper for him, "Look at this poor score." ”

"It's not going to give you even 60 points, is it?" Millet was still hugging me when he took it, but he'd be asking me to return all the snacks soon.