With You

(No.13—No.17)

No.13

I said, oh, I'm just Geng.

Later, in retrospect, how many opportunities can a person have in his life to speak to others in the sentence "I am ××"?

He gaped for a long time, then remembered to smile and said, my name is Yu Huai.

This man grew up... quite unimpressive. Wheat-colored skin, small eyes, smiling and squinting is cute; white T-shirt, jeans, clean, looks like a good boy.

I nodded and said, I will be classmates from now on.

He said, yes, he will be a classmate from now on.

I said, it's so naive today.

He said, yes, it is quite hot.

I opened my mouth again, not knowing what to say. He also opened his mouth, as if he felt a little embarrassed because I brought up the topic every time.

Then we all laughed. On the other side of the playground is the noisy line of scenery, and on this side are the lonely red rankings and two new students with social difficulties.

No.14

Each class has one column for boys and one column for girls. Looking at the length, it turns out to be very balanced.

Women can hold up half the sky, who says that women are inferior to men.

Everyone is carefully looking at the new classmates. Behind the line is a large group of black parents. The entire playground is like a Japanese beef pot in a cartoon. Although the ingredients are neatly arranged in rows, they still gurgle. With steaming bubbles.

The queue time is too long, and I don't know what the **** is going on on the podium. This is the case in China. The onlookers in the audience will never know what the people above are doing. It is right for you to follow along with others applauding.

I accidentally yawned, especially the full one.

Yu Huai asked, did you sleep well last night?

I laughed and everyone around me squinted at me, so I closed my mouth quickly.

"Congratulations, I finally found a word for greeting."

Yu Huai rolled his eyes. I guess so, because his eyes are too small, I can't see clearly.

"I didn't sleep well last night myself." He said.

"Normally, I can't sleep the night before every sports meeting in elementary school. As long as there is something big the next day, I suffer from insomnia. Basically, this is a manifestation of poor psychological quality."

He did not speak.

But he is looking at me.

I pretended to be calm and failed in less than a minute. I just said that my mental quality is not good.

"Look at your sister-in-law?!" I whispered.

He opened his mouth in surprise: "Damn, how do you know what I'm going to say. I realized that you speak like my little aunt."

I glared at him.

He stammered: "I look like a watch."

No.15

At this moment, the vice-principal on the rostrum began to audition into the microphone, "hey hey hey" and continued to feed.

I didn't listen to what the principal said. I was full of his little aunt.

Finally, taking advantage of the headmaster's three-line gasp, I asked unwillingly: "Am I so old?"

He shook his head hurriedly, quite familiar.

Then he said, "I didn't say you look alike. My sister-in-law is much more beautiful than you."

The thing that owes Bian the most is not this sentence, but his tone.

Serious, innocent, and sincere.

"My little aunt is also in Zhenhua." He continued his efforts.

This time I was surprised: "How old is your sister?"

"The same age as us," he paused. "Are you a rabbit or a dragon?"

I greeted his eighteenth generation of ancestors and his aunt in my heart: "I belong to... a tiger."

"Oh, senior." He leaned slightly.

Fuck.

"It's Tiger Tail," I emphasized, "the end of the year."

He shook his head: "You are a tiger butt, and you are also a tiger."

I was speechless and could only bring the topic back to his little aunt.

"Then your sister-in-law is also a freshman? In which class?"

He tilted his head in a daze for a long time before sighing softly: "Class One."

"Damn," I didn't care about his disrespect to me just now, and instantly felt that it was a great honor to be like his little aunt, "Your little aunt is a great man!"

"Yes." He looked at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking. It is estimated that they are struggling with the problem of top class.

"However, you are the same age, why do you call her sister-in-law?"

He grabbed his fingers and started counting: "My grandfather will have his 60th birthday after the high school entrance examination. In fact, my grandfather Zeng is her grandfather's eldest brother, so her mother is my aunt and grandma...No, uh...My father calls her mother and aunt... and so……"

The neurons in my head have been mashed into paste.

"So, you call her aunt?"

"My lord said so."

"Then what does she call you?" I smiled, "Finally?"

No.16

Then, he left me aside and ignored me. Aunt's topic could not continue.

The rostrum began to be in chaos. Parent representatives from each class came to the stage to draw lots to select the class teacher, and I looked down and played with the camera bored.

Turning to the picture of Uncle and Yu Huai, he couldn't help but laugh, tilted his head and looked up at Yu Huai, who was stinking beside him.

Perhaps the side angle made up for the disadvantages of small eyes. The straight nose bridge and deep three-dimensional skeleton made him look much better than the front. Without even thinking about it, I grabbed the camera and took the picture. At that moment, the sunlight poured down from above his head. The timing was very good.

However, the "click" caught the eyes of everyone around, including Yu Huai.

I kept the direction and posture of the camera, not knowing how to explain this behavior.

"You..." Yu Huai looked embarrassed.

"I..." I suddenly calmed down, "Classmate, you give in and block my camera."

...

His calm eyes pierced all my disguise.

Yu Huai looked at me sarcastically with drooping eyelids, and flashed to the side. The big sun just blocked by his head dazzled my dog's eyes with golden light in the viewfinder.

No.17

Our head teacher is a fresh graduate, teaching physics, named Zhang Ping.

In the process of queuing into the classroom, I heard many complaints from parents.

"The woman in the linen dress just now had to go up to draw lots on behalf of everyone, and walk on stage by herself without asking for advice. Whose parent is that, I'm really sorry."

"Just got such a newly assigned teacher. He is still a man. Can he manage the class well? The first time I teach, I don't know any level."

"Looking at the looks, you can't help this group of students. What if this class is messy."

I was suddenly curious.

Thirty years later, will I become such an aunt who cares about her children all the time, without logic and restraint?

Or, it is logical and self-cultivating, but never flustered for the children, just like my parents and my mom?

I suddenly turned my head to look at Yu Huai. There is no allocation of seats in the classroom. Everyone sits casually, so naturally he sits next to me again. At that moment, there was a ridiculous question in my mind. If this boy had become a father, what would it be like to be with his son?

Every child in this classroom who hides expectations and excitement with an indifferent expression, every one who thinks he stands on a platform much higher than his peers, every one who is full of expectations and goals and aspiring to win in the future , 30 years later, what will it be like?

During the holiday, I saw various relatives and was praised by adults touching their heads. They said, "Oh, Zhenhua. Doesn't joining Zhenhua mean entering Peking University and Tsinghua University with one foot?"

I laugh.

In our hearts, the Shen 屾 of the year is equivalent to stepping into Zhenhua with one foot. However, it is the other foot that really determines the fate.

I sighed softly.

Yu Huai turned his head: "What's wrong with you?"

My brain short-circuited, and I blurted out: "You said, what would you look like if you became a father?"

His face is flushed, and so am I.

What's wrong? I found that since I was admitted to Zhenhua, my IQ remained unchanged, but my EQ approached the top students and declined steadily.

For a long time, Zhang Ping sorted out various materials to be distributed in front of the podium. New students in the class whispered to each other, but we were sitting in the corner of the last row like two stone sculptures.

Just when I turned my head awkwardly to look at the bustling parents under the sun outside the window, he suddenly said seriously: "A conservative estimate, it depends on what kind of person the child is."