Mortals can't understand the world of immortals, immortals can't understand the hearts of mortals, there is a problem here, no matter who it is, we always feel that we already know, so we stipulate this world according to what we know, and what kind of result will there be in the end It is obvious, the world of understanding is different from the real world, at least to a large extent, when Lu Jin really knew this matter, a long, long time has passed.

"I admire people who can write. "If I had changed places and changed people, I would have thought she was perfunctory to me, but at the moment I nodded happily. I don't know if the reason I nodded was because of her words or her attitude. I suddenly felt that the girl in front of me had a very familiar feeling, as familiar as her smile.

Shen Jing and I still sat for a long time that day and talked a lot, this time it was a little different from the last time, I felt like we had known each other for a long time. Shen Jing said that in fact, she especially doesn't like to study in the classroom all day long, that kind of life is not interesting at all, but there is no way, she has to study hard to be admitted to a good school, so that she can live a good life in the future, so that her parents can rest assured. Although she was a little melancholy when she spoke, there was a clear glimmer of light in her eyes, a look I often saw, a kind of ignorant pure hope. I suddenly felt that what Wang Ming said was wrong, not that Shen Jing was a little pitiful, but more that this world was sad, but no one felt like this, and no one could believe it.

"With such good grades, you will definitely be able to get into the school you want. I comforted her. She smiled, a little more confidence in her eyes. She said that her favorite is literature, so she wants to apply for the Chinese department, but the teacher said that she should apply for an accounting major, with her score should be no problem, and the accounting major can find a job very well, her parents also support her, but she does not like accounting at all, although her parents said let her choose, but she is still very confused.

From a very young age, our parents tell us what we can do and what we can't do, and this kind of education accompanies us all the time in our childhood, some people say that parents are the first teachers of children, which is right, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we are the shadows of our parents, because they initially formed our thoughts, and when our thoughts were not fully formed, we were handed over to our teachers, until our thoughts were fully formed, there were only three kinds of people we knew and were affected: parents, teachers, and classmates who were influenced by parents and teachers。 We grow up healthily in such an environment, and the influence of teachers and parents can be said to occupy almost all of our thoughts, which seems to be a good thing, because a person's growth will always be led by others. When we get older and mature, our parents and teachers tell us that you are already adults and you should be able to make your own decisions, and they have also decided to retreat to advice, and I always feel that there is something wrong with this, but I don't know what is wrong. I think Shen Jing's chances of reporting as an accountant should be much greater. And I don't know how to get back to her, and since I was a child, many people have told me not to disagree with other people's opinions, especially teachers and parents. Shen Jing and I became friends when we came back from the park, and in high school, the so-called friends between boys and girls just smiled at each other when we met, and we still liked to stand by the guardrail in the aisle in a daze, and the distance between us was still nine meters.

The last day of April was finally torn off the calendar. This made some small changes in our hearts, and I thought that if one month of happiness can lead to a lifetime of happiness, then this is the beginning. But the fact is that we are still more than a month away from the college entrance examination, in terms of time, the college entrance examination is like the day of the lottery, we want to see this day soon, but if it really comes, it will become hypocritical. I've always wondered how many of us will win, and I've often wondered how many of us have gotten tickets.

We had an unprecedented two-day holiday on May Day, which made me unaccustomed to it all of a sudden, from the moment I entered the third year of high school, the holiday became more expensive in our dictionary, either unwilling to appear or appeared after the discount. The old man seemed to be extremely reluctant to take the holiday, and when he announced the school's decision, I could clearly see a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes. In fact, the old master has no need to worry at all, because Shen Jing is still in our class, as long as there is no accident, he can be ashamed in front of other class teachers, at least for a year, he doesn't have to deliberately avoid talking about the college entrance examination.

Wang Ming has been very excited after hearing the news, he said that he wants to relax openly for two days, Wang Ming is right, and I haven't thought about what I can do openly, and even have a slight feeling that I would rather go to class. I shook my head and tried to tune my mind to the feeling of being on vacation, and it took a lot of effort to get it done. As soon as the school bell rang, everyone rushed out of the classroom and rushed to the gate, and everyone's faces were filled with joy. When I packed up my things and looked up again, there was only me and the silence in front of me in the classroom. The holiday didn't seem to have an impact on Shen Jing, she still buried her head and wrote hard. I have little urge to learn, learning is just a work that must be done for me, and I have been doing it for thirteen years, perhaps because of this, my feelings for learning are fixed to the extent that I do not love or hate, if attitude is everything, then I am destined to be the mean.

I wanted to go out directly, but in the end I couldn't help but go behind her and sit down, I didn't bother her, just watched her quietly. Shen Jing's hair was tied into a short ponytail that looked a little clean, and I stayed behind her for ten minutes, and her head never lifted a bit. I began to wonder what it was that made her feel so sour, and I don't know why it was.

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.

, just to suddenly remember who used to be in his 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.

Shen Jing said that the old master should hide it well and look at it when she forgets it. My message to Shen Jing is very short: Jiangcheng is fleeting, good times are hard to stay, cherish and cherish. Shen Jing once wanted to put mine away, saying that there was always a feeling of being confused when reading it, and in the end I didn't know why it was still on it.

The old master and all the teachers indulged us even more, not only allowing us to speak, but also allowing us not to study, telling us to treat ourselves with a normal heart, and saying that we should not be sad that things have come to this point. This reminds me of Zhu Ziqing's father's words, but the latter half of the sentence is fortunate that it can still go with the flow, and this desolation is definitely no less than Wang Ming or even worse than me. Of course, Shen Jing and I both appeared more frequently in front of the guardrail of the corridor, although the distance between us has changed, there are many more people in the middle for no reason, and there are more and more trends, which makes me think that the storm is really coming.

On the seventh day of June, the weather was gloomy and I could hold back the rain, and my mood also adapted to the weather, and I was depressed. I once thought that I should not care more about the college entrance examination than I cared about it, but when I was really coming, I was really nervous, and when I thought about all these years of hard work and the misery after failure, I suddenly became dizzy. I think half of the reason why I am like this is because of the teacher's speeches, although I never take what they say to heart, but the teacher's remarks have reached the point where they are pervasive and penetrate into the bone marrow, and today they completely burst out, and the normal heart has disappeared. The other half is because I saw so many sentient beings, although they didn't say a word, but both from the eyes and actions are telling me what is called "one in a hundred", so the only trace of ordinary heart is also withdrawn from the body, the whole body and mind tremble, more fortunate is that my consciousness is abnormally clear, and suddenly I can understand that the result of "one in a hundred" is actually caused by ourselves, "we" have forced "us" to the point of cannibalism.