Moonlight Variations

That happened during the first monthly exam in the third year of Hikawa High School...Well, it was about ten years ago.

Ten years, more than 3,600 days ago.

Chuli was very surprised that someone could remember something that happened so long ago—including how the weather was that day, what happened, who appeared, what those people said and did, and their faces at the time. The expression... When the man told the story from the perspective of a bystander, indifferently and calmly, Chu Li found that he seemed to have been easily substituted into that story.

A story that is really not too beautiful.

Ten years ago.

At that time, Hiukawa, who was less than seventeen years old, was famous in high school because his father was a great writer. When discussing about Hiukawa, his classmates would always say: [The Hiukawa from class I, he Dad is a writer, super awesome. 】

But nothing more.

Because the next sentence that follows is bound to be—

[Hey, why didn't he inherit his father's genes at all? The composition is always so bad. 】

That's it.

This boy named Shuchuan, whose father is a well-known writer, happened to be one of the few times that he scored more than 40 points in a composition project with a perfect score of 60 in a two-year period after entering high school. —It’s not because he can’t write essays well, but when other students are writing argumentative essays in accordance with the "classic three-stage" taught by the teacher, as the first student, Hiukawa stares at the sentence "except poetry" The subject matter is not limited," he madly wrote eight hundred-character fables one after another...

Because of this, his Chinese teacher had talked to him more than once, but every conversation was almost the same and futile, for example—

Chinese teacher: "Zhouchuan, the class representative told me yesterday that you refused to recite the stories of celebrities that I told you to recite and the stories of the top ten people who moved China this year. What's the matter with you? These are when you wrote your essays. Obviously it can be used..."

Shirakawa: "...I know I definitely won't use it, what am I wasting time doing by memorizing?"

Chinese teacher: "What is a waste of time? Take the last exam for example! The last time the exam composition is intended to be'those who have a strong heart will be perfect.' You have good materials such as Edison, Yang Liwei, and Sima Qian. If you don’t write, why are you here again?!"

Zhou Chuan: "At the beginning, with Edison in the middle, with Yang Liwei and Sima Qian in the middle, after finishing the example, continue with the comparison questions-are you talking about this kind of Edison, Yang Liwei and Sima Qian?"

Chinese teacher: "..."

Chinese teacher: "I know you want to innovate, but no matter how old-fashioned the celebrity deeds are, it is better than making up your own stories! Like the top ten people who touched China every year, they are all classic positive images of one in a million. The stories you make up are more vivid and lively—"

Shirakawa: "If you are destined to only use these celebrity deeds in random permutations and combinations, what is written on the test paper [themes are not limited except for poetry] can be used to coax ghosts? Why not write [Only argumentative essays accepted, please write Argumentation]."

Chinese teacher: "..."

Chinese teacher: "How did you talk to the teacher! You speak well! Can I decide what is printed on the test paper? I can decide, I really want to print what you said!"

The atmosphere, not to mention it was printed on the test paper, he even seemed to want to print this line on the forehead of the boy in front of him.

Jiukawa: "My little story has a beginning and an end. The characters are full of characters. There is no nonsense from the beginning to the end and no excerpts from the composition... Why is it not stronger than your pile of eight-legged essays?"

"What eight-legged essay! Hikawa! Stop talking nonsense! As long as you follow the routine, you can get a minimum of forty-three or four points. Isn't it better than you are now?!" When the topic came to this, the Chinese teacher always raised his voice. "Obviously, in the language knowledge part, you can get more than 80 points with a full score of 90, and you can easily get a score of 134 in the essay. What’s wrong with it! Why do you have to confront the teacher? Do you still hope that you will meet a teacher who can appreciate your short stories during the college entrance examination? Read more chicken soup! I will make you fail-not all for your good? Do you remember the senior Jiang Yucheng that I said, people stepped on 200,000 more than you?! It’s too late for you to learn to write argumentative papers now!"

"..."

"..."

"I see."

-I see.

Countless conversations ended with such a stubborn answer from a young man.

However, only Shiukawa’s Chinese teacher knows that the boy’s answer is still perfunctory...because in the next test, he will still spend the next 40 to 50 minutes to compile an article of 800 words that seems to fit the idea of ​​the test. The little story comes out—

As steady as Taishandi, he continued to hold his pitifully small composition score of thirty cents.

He also continued to dismiss the celebrity materials given by the teacher.

Regarding the formatting and the relatively stable form of argumentation, of course I continue to respect Min.

—And I don’t think I have any problems at all.

The hairline of the Chinese teacher is a few millimeters taller by him. Before menopause, he hopes to catch up and join the glorious and typical image of the "Mediterranean teacher with glasses"...

And just when Jiukawa thought that his essay scores for the entire high school career "should be like this", the turning point of the matter suddenly appeared: the first monthly exam for senior high school, the simulated college entrance examination papers were sealed, and the liberal arts classes exchanged the test papers and changed the scores. In this case, Hiukawa’s short story composition actually got a super high score of 58 points, which is close to full marks, in the hands of the Chinese teacher in the liberal arts class next door!

All of a sudden, the whole class was a sensation!

Even Hiukawa himself was a little confused.

After the monthly test, the papers of Shirakawa were specially asked to pass by the Chinese teacher of the liberal arts class next door. They read them carefully in the four liberal arts classes they brought, and then took the time to make copies. study well.

Completely all-star-like treatment.

Finally, the composition test paper went around for two or three days, and finally returned to Hiukawa—Finally, they came to the Chinese class in their own class to explain the composition of the monthly exam... At that time, the young Hiukawa looked at him for fifty-eight points. The test paper, saying that you don’t expect or even expect something to happen, it must be false.

…But the final result was that nothing happened—his Chinese teacher was about to come to the class and read all those excellent essays of fifty-three and fifty-two points, but he was the only one who gave him this one of the whole grade. Not mentioning a word...

It was difficult for the young boy to say clearly what he thought at the time. It may be confused or hesitating. A small "why" appeared in his heart. Only then did he discover that even on the surface he disdains the teacher who is willing to teach argumentative essays. At first glance, it turns out that my heart also hopes to be recognized.

However.

The first composition explanation class was regarded as transparent; in the second Chinese class of Liantang, when everyone collected the test papers and started a new round of questions, Shirakawa watched his Chinese teacher walk to his desk step by step Before, I picked up his composition test paper, read it carefully, and then put it down—

He laughed.

Shirakawa probably remembered all his life when he was sitting in the first row by the window. The teacher was standing under the window and showing a light smile at him. He smiled and said, "Ah, I don't think so, I Seeing that you didn’t write that well, why did you score fifty-eight points?"

His voice is not high or low, but it is enough for the entire quiet classroom to hear clearly in every corner of the classroom—a classmate stopped writing and looked up in surprise...

And for the boy Hikawa—

that moment.

anger.

disappointment.

The embarrassment of speechlessness and humiliation all came up.

"You can take it to deduct ten points, or even twenty points. I don't care at all." The young man stubbornly—for the first time, took his composition test paper from his Chinese teacher with a somewhat rude gesture. When he came back, Tuan Cheng stuffed it into the desk drawer. He gritted his teeth and emphasized again, "Anyway, how many points are scored is the same. What impact does it have on my total score ranking?"

At that time, the super schoolmaster Shugawa took the second place with a total score of 25 points and occupied the first place in the whole year...It was also the last time he and his Chinese teacher had a discussion about composition.

Chu Li raised his hand: "Teacher I have a question under the suspension of the memory killing: Under this circumstance, it is hard to imagine that Mr. Zhou Gu Xuan, as a literati, would be indifferent to this situation... precisely because he is a literary creator. There are basic judgments on whether an article is good or bad. Why didn't you go to school to educate the Chinese teacher for you at that time?"

After Chuli's words fell, he immediately saw Shuchuan's personal expression of mockery: "It's a good question-what do you think the relationship between the father and son of the Shu family is so "harmonious" is that the whole literary world knows why?...Don't pretend I don't believe you. I have heard something from Lao Miao or Yu Yao. If my old man was someone who would be on my side at that time..."

The man paused. At this time, the two took a walk to the nearby park. There was an old man and an old lady dancing square dance in the square... The harmonious and cheerful atmosphere formed a sharp contrast between black and white on the indifference on the man's face.

Hiukawa sat down by the flower bed, the wind blew through and brought the familiar fragrance of the night flowers, and his voice was almost blown away in the cool evening breeze—

"Sometimes I think, maybe it’s quite well-behaved, and my Chinese teacher has been talking about it for a few years after graduation to show off a genius student who has never scored fifty-five points in composition, and a genius writer Jiang Yu who is always catering to most people’s tastes. Sincerely, it is more suitable to be the son of our old man."

Chuli looked up at Shirakawa blankly.

Zhou Chuan; "My friend's story hasn't been finished yet, it's even worse in the back."

Chu Li: "???"

Damn it? !

What's worse? !

it's not good? …

As Hikawa said, the whole story is not over yet.

If you look at the memories of your life before you go to bed in the future, if you want to list these fragmentary fragments in the top three "most miserable days", then it is nothing more than being ridiculed by the Chinese teacher at school during the day. There is definitely a wave of competition on that day when it’s not so good—

Because things didn't end because of the moldy touch during the day.

When Hiukawa returned home in the evening, I learned that the Chinese teacher had communicated with Hiukawa’s parents about the fact that Hiukawa’s composition is always non-mainstream. The illusion of "It's okay to write like this", and then make mistakes again and again.

As a result, the teenager went home from his evening study and went home without a sip of water. He was called into his father's study room and asked why his composition could not be written in the most favorable way for the exam as requested by the teacher.

Zhou Guxuan’s voice is very loud. Zhou Chuan guessed that this was probably the reason why the study was required to have good soundproofing effects during the renovation—not to prevent people inside from being disturbed, but to prevent people outside from overhearing...

"Your teacher talks about the son of the Lao Jiang family next door all day long. Don't think he is much better than you. In terms of writing ability, how much worse can my son of Zhou Gu Xuan be than him?! But people are rules. Write argumentative essays in a proper way, relying on writing to achieve high scores, people can do it, why do you have to go slanting forward?!"

"Your Chinese teacher asks you to memorize composition materials, and the whole class does not memorize it—you come here, come here, let me see if your spine has bones or scales!"

"It's difficult for your Chinese teacher to do it, you know, some students asked him: Teacher Shiukawa can't memorize the material because his composition is so poor, why do we memorize it?"

"I am embarrassed for you! Literati proud, you are not a literati! Where is the proud?!"

At that time, Shirakawa did not speak. He had answered similar questions hundreds of times, and he could hear similar questions—

At this time, he made an action that if there was a Doraemon’s time machine, he would never do again if he had the opportunity to do it again: his eyes erratic around finally stayed on the stack of his dad’s study desk. Writing on manuscripts—some of the manuscripts have even turned yellow, from the neat and tidy font on the top, to the messy ones in the middle, and then the neat ones...

A thick pile.

If it is calculated on the basis of 300 to 400 characters per piece of paper, it is conservatively estimated that there should be a hundred to two hundred thousand characters in such a stack of paper... This is the handwritten manuscript of Hikawa, the manuscript of the first novel—from the first year of high school. At the beginning, in the era when electronic equipment was not so developed and some magazine submissions accepted handwritten manuscripts, teenagers used their leisure time such as breaks, physical education, and Chinese classes to grasp the pen and write the handwritten manuscripts of the first novel one by one. .

About three days ago, he handed them to his father and asked for a look.

At this time, I probably also noticed the young man’s gaze. Zhou Gu Xuan stopped preaching, picked up the manuscripts, and threw them in front of the young man standing on the other side of the desk: “I didn’t read these manuscripts after I read half of them. Scattered and unconstrained, the most important thing is that apart from finding his scabbard and the whereabouts of his father as the goal, the male protagonist has no great ideals and lacks practical educational significance—"

The young man watched the neatly-coded manuscripts fly away, and some of them fell to the ground.

"If you have time to write something meaningless, you might as well think about how to write a format and trainable high-scoring essay like exam-oriented education—it’s hard to imagine that you actually spent time on this kind of stuff in the past few years... What is the meaning of literary creation? What is the purpose? What can readers gain while reading? What can be learned? Your things may be sold, but they will always be regarded as'commodities' forever—"

The boy bent down and picked up the manuscript paper that had fallen on the ground.

"This kind of novel that is only for entertainment can never be called'literature'." Zhou Guxuan's voice sounded very firm and disgusting. "If you want to write, write well. After the college entrance examination, I can even teach you how to write correctly. , But don’t waste your time and energy on such meaningless things now.”

juvenile:"…"

No one can bear the disappointment of being disappointed twice a day with full expectations.

In that conversation, Hiukawa grabbed his handwritten manuscripts of hundreds of thousands of words in his novel, burned half on the spot, tore the other half, and ended up completely unhappy... The result is that Hiu's father and son are in the concept of "writing". There has been a huge branch—

Later.

Shirakawa never showed his father what he wrote.

Hiukawa never listened to that language teacher's lecture in the language class.

And immediately following the third year of high school, there are countless frequent monthly exams. With the approval of other teachers in the language group, the short story style composition of Jiuchuan has never dropped by 53 points again...

I heard that the composition correction for each monthly exam is a small storm, and the center of the storm is the "problem boy" named "Zhouchuan"—the relationship between colleagues in the language group of the entire senior third year became a little nervous because of him...

Especially the Chinese teacher in the liberal arts class next door, seeing him was like meeting his own son. When they graduated, the little girls in the liberal arts class handed out a "Hikawa Composition Collection", and the initial fan group began to take shape— As an author who has never signed and is not in front of readers, Jianghu Ren Chuan, "Hikawa writes well and handsomely" is probably spread by these old backbones.

Then came the college entrance examination.

When Shiukawa left the examination room and knew that he had chosen the wrong multiple-choice question in the linguistic knowledge section, he finally scored 147 points in the college entrance examination scores-which means that he was one of the last battles of his entire middle school career. In, got a beautiful score of perfect score in composition!

It may be that he was lucky. At the beginning, the "chicken soup that would not appear" from his Chinese teacher really appeared... When he returned to school at the end of the college entrance examination, he personally took his own score from the Chinese teacher. Facing the grimace of the Chinese teacher, he jokingly asked him the question "Is the college entrance examination or whether it was a compromise to write an argument to get a perfect score?" He laughed, took the score and turned away.

Here is the real end of the story.

There is no such thing as a teenager counterattack, and there is no such thing as a teacher being beaten and a teenager apologizing—

Looking at the big picture, it seems that there is no real winner in the whole story.

When the man used a calm voice to remind the Liger that "it's finished", Chuli was still immersed in shock and could hardly extricate herself-full of information, and almost flattened all the wrinkles in her brain... She looked at Hirukawa dumbfounded. Feeling that I should comfort him.

But the comforting words came to my lips, looking at the other person’s super calm face, and couldn’t say...Finally, I had to smile awkwardly: "No, you were cruel to yourself when you were young, with hundreds of thousands of words of handwriting. If the draft says burn it, burn it—"

Hiukawa turned his head and gave Chuli a blank expression.

Chuli was stunned, then suddenly remembered something, the embarrassment on her face suddenly changed, she raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to pat Hiukawa's back: "Hey, you almost lied to you! The young and talented writer Hiukawa Seventeen I became famous when I made my debut with the book "Eastern Wen Wen Lu"—According to the story timeline you said, it happened that you burned the front and back of the manuscript of your first novel, and burned the wool you took to become famous?? ??"

"..."

The man changed his sitting position.

With the long legs, Erlang's legs are lifted up.

He raised his chin slightly and showed a lazy expression: "What are the media blowing? The genius young writers are proficient in writing for the first time, using accurate words as if they have many years of writing experience Barabara... Why don't you think about it?"

Chuli blinked, her hand still on the man's back.

The man's eyes were heavy, but his tone was calm and calm: "Because "Dongfang Yan Wen Lu" is not my first novel at all."

Chuli's hand on the man's back stiffened--

At this moment, she saw the man turning his head. In the dark, he curled his lips and showed her neat white teeth: "Guess why the editor of "The Book of Luohe" was you in the end?"

Chuli: "...Why? Isn't it because I signed the book—"

Jiukawa: "[Not to mention that Xiaoniao and my Lao Miao have always been fans of the teacher. They have admired you especially since the teacher's debut."Dong Wen Wen Lu".]"

Chu Li: "???"

Shirakawa: "[I sometimes think about it. When I was seventeen, my first work showed off its brilliance, and it was called the most promising young writer. At the age of nineteen, three works have come out. At such a young age Joining the Provincial Writers Association, there is a successor in the scholarly family...Teacher, you are not a genius!]"

First gift: "..."

Chuli silently took away his hand on the man's back.

Hiukawa: "The words I'm most annoying to hear are all said by Lao Miao within ten seconds."

Chu Li: "..."

Hiukawa: "So, I can only ask him to die."

Chu Li: "………………"

Can.

To this day, Lao Miao, you are not dead or unknown anymore.

You just... uh, the villain died of talking too much.

Really, to borrow the words of the actor: Wonderful, deserve it.

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