Lu Jin said that their pain lies in the process of finding pain, they are cultivators, and cultivators have no pain, if this is the case from this point, Lu Mu smiled and asked them if they were not cultivators, Yu Jin did not answer directly, tilted his head and thought for a while: "We are not cultivators, there is no need to think about this question, we are not cultivators, what are we? mortals? Mortals have so many troubles, we are mortals, we also have troubles, we should all have troubles, right?" There will never be a standard answer to such a thing, maybe there is no answer to such a thing, but fortunately, Lu Jin and they never really want an answer, no matter what, life always has to go on, life never lives in the answer, this is the most basic, Yu Jin is very clear in his heart, Lu Mu is also clear, all of them are clear, for them, the problem is just a problem, and how to say it, how to live has nothing to do with it, as for why such a question is raised, just like the question itself, who can say it clearly？

The two days were over quickly, and the old master came to the classroom very early, and many people had said that the old master loved his students more than his own children, and many people knew that in fact the old master had no children at all. When he saw that there were only a few people in the classroom, the old master's face became a little gloomy, and he once told us angrily that we people did not understand the importance of learning at all, and it was a waste of life. I think what the old master said is a bit excessive, and I think he should also understand that the best way to deal with those of us who are not too naïve is to be a little sad about the lie, and tell us it with emotion and reason, and it is better to put on a half-stunned and slightly disappointed expression. Every time I hear him say this, I always feel a sour relief in my heart, and I don't know why this is so.

The old master's expression turned a hundred and eighty degrees when he saw Shen Jing, and the joy between his eyebrows and eyes fell to the ground. If you ask who is more powerful than ten Wuhan universities or one Tsinghua University, maybe many people will give you a roll of the eye: you are stupid, is this heaven and earth?

If you ask a teacher whether it is better for ten of his students to be admitted to Wuhan University or to be admitted to Tsinghua University? All the teachers will smile slightly and say implicitly: This cannot be compared! After all, it is Tsinghua University! The old master took the paper from Shen Jing, said some words of encouragement, and did not forget to pat her on the shoulder to show his affection when he left.

Wang Ming entered the classroom very late, he looked quite angry, his schoolbag fell heavily on the table, and he sat down heavily, staring at the blackboard with his eyes, and he was breathing. It's not often that I see him quip like this, "Are you angry too?" and he looked at me the same, his eyes boiling hot, "I now understand that some people are sometimes really human." He turned his head again, clasped his arms over his chest and gasped for air. It wasn't until now that I remembered that Wang Ming was also a mortal, and since that was the case, he couldn't avoid the trouble of mortals. The reason for Wang Ming's anger was not until the next day, I had accidentally seen his father come out of the old master's office, Wang Ming's father was like all rich people, his hair was neat and reflective, and he was in a suit and leather shoes with a big belly. The old master was shaking hands with him warmly, and the two seemed to have reached a common will, and they laughed two flowers alive.

I once asked Wang Ming what he wanted to do, and he thought for a while and said he didn't know, anyway, he wouldn't go to school anymore, and he wouldn't go to school. The purpose of our school is to have a good diploma, get a good job, and earn some good money. For many of us, the process is arduous. For Wang Ming, it is very simple, he and we are not on the same road at all: accumulate virtue in the previous life, and find a good father in this life. And his work seems to have been done in his last life, and he only has enjoyment in this life. Wang Ming doesn't have the bad temper of other rich people, so I think he is a good person.

At the end of the last mock test, many people in the class were not calm. First of all, the voice of self-study speech gradually increased from there to none, but the number of notes became less and less. Secondly, the old master's attitude towards this situation has obviously improved a lot. In fact, we also understand that it is already the middle of May, and many of us are coming to an end of our senior year, and some of us are going to end our study careers.

The last result came out quickly, Shen Jing was still the first, but she seemed to be a little unhappy, the old master called her out at the end of the morning self-study, and when she came back, her face was clouded. Wang Ming is still in the bottom few, he was very excited when he got the score, according to his theory that no matter whether he wins or loses in this battle, the last battle is not far away, and his freedom is coming. I once asked him why he had to make it to the third year of high school, and he said that he couldn't get used to his father's teachings and his mother's nagging, and more importantly, it was still very useful to have knowledge in this society. Wang Ming said a good metaphor about learning: in the society of knowledge, it is still the top, and what we ordinary people learn is just to better envy what some people have learned, and if there are no ordinary people, then some people will not be bored to death. I rarely saw Shen Jing standing by the guardrail after the next night's self-study, so I walked up to stand with her, and the distance between us at school was rarely so close as it is now. The night view of the school is beautiful, the playground is grayish white under the illumination of fluorescent lights, and gradually turns gray to the dim light until it disappears in the night, and everyone walks downstairs into a kind of silhouette, except for the figure, which is not really visible to me, until this time they are equal.

"Do you have a favorite poem?" Shen Jing didn't look at me, her eyes staring blankly ahead. It's a song I love, and for no reason, I just love the bleakness I feel when I read it. I have never fully understood the meaning of a poem or a word, Mencius said that it is not me, but it is the joy of knowing me. I'm not the author, so I don't understand.

"Is life and death two boundless?" Shen Jing still didn't move, I glanced at her and shook my head, suddenly feeling that I was really ignorant, I didn't know anything, and when I was still complacent and understood some truths, it was also the time when I was the most ignorant.

That was when Shen Jing and I talked the least together, and then we stood in the classroom and turned off the lights, and we were silent until the lights went out. At the moment when the lights go out, the sky and the earth suddenly darken, this is the reaction of the eyes to adapt to the light, and when the eyes recover again, the playground has completely turned dark gray, and sometimes you can hear the footsteps gradually moving away, and under the background of the unclear lights in the distance, a vague figure slowly emerges, and quickly disappears again.

The sleepiness of the night refused to come, and I stared at the ceiling in a daze, so quiet that I could hear the blood flowing. The night in the high school dormitory is still colorful, starting with a slight snoring, and if it comes and goes, the snoring will spread like a thought poison. Slowly, the snoring became louder and louder, and in the end, it showed an endless state of ups and downs, quite the momentum of Master Xin's "frog chirping". After a while, people began to talk in their dreams, all kinds of strange things, but most of them couldn't hear clearly, just like beginner English students, more

Less can not fully hear the original flavor, of course, there are exceptions, once in the class there were two people in the dream actually started to do math problems, and the two of them asked and answered quite tacitly, in fact, this is nothing, I have dreamed more than once ABCD chased me to run. I don't know when I started falling asleep, but I vaguely remember having another dream I had before.

The number on the blackboard was finally reduced to a single digit, and the big "9" was printed on the blackboard in blood red, and I always saw the colors flowing in a trance, like water. The class began to write a classmate's record.,Everyone carries a big notebook.,Respectfully handed it to other people.,Others' willingness or reluctance will take it seriously.,Write some words such as blessings and remembrances in the notebook.。

The main function of the classmate directory is not to recall, but to write down the phone number, and the phone number is most likely not convenient to contact, just to suddenly remember who else in their world one day. "Remembering" is the most painful thing in the world, because what can be remembered is destined to be very difficult when you have forgotten. Every time someone gives me a book, I always have to recall his or her impressions, in many cases I can remember, in fact, it doesn't matter whether I can remember it or not, the blessing is not known or not. Wang Ming's writing is much simpler, and everyone's is the same: if there is fate, the mountains and rivers will meet, and if there is no fate, they will forget each other in the rivers and lakes. I felt that this was a bit bleak, and Wang Ming denied it: "For those of us, each other's memories are as clean as a blank sheet of paper, with nothing but creases." I can't think of words to refute it, but the previous feelings have become facts and are growing in my heart.

Wang Ming and I are the only two people who don't have classmates, Wang Ming's statement to the outside world is: Since you all have it, do we have the same, do we know the contact information! Shen Jing's classmates are more monotonous than anyone else except for the different numbers of the phone number, all of them admire her study plus she will definitely be able to get into a good university and so on. Shen Jing is still quite happy about this, she said that she has a feeling that only in elementary school. The first page of each classmate's record is the blessing of the old master, looking at his powerful font and blessed language, it always feels like him. The first page of Shen Jing's classmate is mine, in fact, the old master also wrote it for her, and it is sprinkled with hundreds of words, Yanran is a beautiful prose of praise, Shen Jing let me read it once, and I can't help but admire him a little deeper, and my doubts are also a little deeper.