With You

(No.288—No.292)

No.288

I said goodbye to Jian Jian and Xu Yanliang at the airport arrival gate. Xu Yanliang went to take the bus and simply walked to the parking lot with me.

"You said, will we really meet again in Beijing?" asked simply.

"Yes." I nodded.

Actually I don't know. But I am such a person. In the face of cruel possibility, I try my best to look at the bright side, and then smile and tell others that it is not possible, it must be.

Fate is responsible for fighting, and I am responsible for encouraging.

Jian Jian first saw her parents and said goodbye to me. I continued to walk forward and saw my dad standing outside the car calling.

He waved to me and said, "Get in the car."

The car was speeding on the airport highway. Under the elevated windows outside the windows are monotonous snowfields, deserted farmland, and occasionally some withered patches of grass flashing across the field of vision, which is a relief.

Simple in liberal arts classes, rarely seen. β is also gone. Yu Huai nervously prepares for the battle every day. I face the blows of monthly exams by myself. I have gained a cheeky, but I have not practiced to give up.

It's still sad every time.

Continuous dark clouds are a sign of winter in the north. It does not often snow, but it is always not sunny.

It makes people feel desperate.

"Dad, is it true that no matter how good a friend is, he will eventually get separated?"

My occasional literary tune also talked to my dad. My mother will reply to my scolding scolding.

"Geng Geng," he laughed. "When you grow up, you don’t have a fixed classroom anymore. You may not have the time and opportunity to get to know a friend slowly. After meeting you, you will soon separate, and you will get used to it over time. such."

I suddenly realized that this question is not suitable for asking him.

His love is separated, and I actually asked him about his friendship.

"Dad, do you and my mother think that I have disappointed you in particular?" I looked out the window, "I can't raise my grades anymore. If the college entrance examination is still like this, I won't be able to go to a good school."

"How can your parents feel disappointed if you are so obedient." My dad is not very good at speaking beautiful things. He always comforts people dryly, but every sentence is very credible.

"But I still failed the exam." I smiled bitterly.

My dad didn't speak for a long time.

"Just before you got in the car, I was calling your mother. Mom and Dad will find a way. You can study with peace of mind."

I nodded.

Let me enjoy the benefits of being a child for the last time. I just have to listen to what the adults say, and pretend that they are the two superheroes I thought when I was a child, omnipotent, no need to doubt.

No.289

The physics league exam is here.

The night before he went to study for his own exam, I took another shot of "Sleeping Pill" on his left arm and drew a big check on the "eye of the needle".

This is the third check. It has become a common practice between us, a lucky secret.

"Old rules," I said with a smile, "don't take a bath tonight."

He raised his head cockyly: "It's just to give you a face. Little master doesn't need this kind of feudal superstition."

The senior year is depressing and sad. I patted him and said, "Yu Huai, come on."

My grades are declining, and this decline has become more pronounced during a round of review when everyone began to work harder. Those subjects I learned in the first year of high school are like strangers to me. I am like a blind bear breaking corn in the field, breaking a stick and throwing a stick.

I have only recently started to think seriously about my way out. I sat next to him for three years, and now I watched parting close in front of my eyes, but there was nothing I could do.

When simplicity and β are there, I don't take a good look at my life every day of happiness. There is no limit to the sea of ​​study, and the Eight Immortals cross the sea by their own ability, but I can only stand on the shore and watch everyone's small sailboat go farther and farther and disappear.

Yu Huai and I were listening to the Beyond Band’s "Being a Wonderful Life" together with a headset. Yu Huai lay on the table with his eyes closed, leaving me with a childish profile.

Yu Huai can fly. I never doubted this.

But I can only stand on the ground.

No.290

The day of Yu Huai's exam was another Saturday. I set the alarm clock as usual, and sent him a text message to cheer after I was woken up.

But instead of going to sleep after sending text messages as usual, I got up, dressed, washed, and carried my schoolbag in the faint morning light, and went to the art candidate training class.

Beginning in December, art student examinations in major colleges and universities will begin. I can’t sing, play the piano, or draw sketches, and I’m not good at writing articles, so I can only work on choreography or photography.

This is the way out arranged for me by my parents.

My dad said, anyway, in order to add points, first try to take the exam, and then look at the college entrance examination results, we don't have to learn these, you don't like it.

But I still went to the training class.

Holding the past exam questions and reference answers issued by the Directing Department of Beijing Film Academy, I gulped down and memorized hard.

My motivation is simple.

Many of those schools are in Beijing.

No.291

Yu Huai didn't come to school on Monday. I sent him several text messages, but he didn't reply, so I hurriedly called.

His voice seemed to be stuffy.

"you are sleeping?"

"Ok."

"Are you sick? Why didn't you go to school?"

"sick."

I was silent for a while: "Yu Huai, is something wrong?"

There was no movement in Yu Huai for a long time.

After a while, I heard him say softly and slowly: "Geng Geng, my three years are in vain."

No.292

Even Zhu Yao wisely did not ask Yu Huai about the competition.

Lin Yang had visited Yu Huai several times, and the two of them didn't know what to talk about outside, and they often didn't come back for most of the class. In the last semester of high school, everyone in the school was thinking of ways for their own future, such as small language recommendation, independent enrollment of colleges and universities, competition recommendation, art test, and bonus points for ethnic minorities... Zhang Ping said a few words about this impetuous atmosphere. Second, but no one listened to him.

Yu Huai's skipping class seemed so unimportant in the chaos.

I don't know how to comfort him. The comfort has become so light at this time, I can't say even a single "It's okay".

I can only sit beside him sadly.

I can't comfort him because he never mentions his sadness-the three words "unhappy" are firmly pressed in the bottom of his heart, and he has never had a chance to surface. He still went to play basketball with Xu Yanliang at noon every day, and still joked with everyone normally, but never looked at my eyes when talking, as if he was afraid of being unhappy when I saw him through.

I don't know what he is awkward.

"It's a big deal to continue the college entrance examination", "People have stumbled, and they have stumbled", "If you have lost your horse, you know you are not good." They all said they were clean, and left me no room for performance.

What an optimistic Yu Huai.

When all the contest students are nervously involved in the application and qualification examinations, there is often a notice on the broadcast that someone from a certain class submits the application form for the university to the Academic Affairs Office.

Every time, I could feel the boy next to me suddenly stiffen.

But in the eyes of others, he has become more optimistic and sunny during this period of time, like a person with only a sunny side and no dark side.

Everyone said, Yu Huai, the real man, was not affected at all.

When school was over, he was humming and packing his schoolbag, and I looked at him in silence.

Yu Huai suddenly lowered his face without warning, and said, "Geng Geng, do you want to see me cry like a grandson? Did I disappoint you?"

He didn't give me time to react, so he picked up his schoolbag and turned around and left.