Rebirth of an old friend into a dream

"It's been a long time. It should be a good time and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?"

In the scorching summer, cicadas were chirping cheerfully in the trees, the electric fans in the classroom were whirling, and the Chinese teacher's bass was reading the poems of Liu Yong of the Northern Song Dynasty in a flat tone, which was boring and lulled one to sleep.

Shi Yinian lay on the table, opened his eyes vaguely, the Chinese teacher in front of him seemed to be crossing the river on a bamboo raft across thousands of mountains and rivers, passed by his desk, and then paced back and forth, as if to remind this excellent Sheng quickly woke up from Zhou Gong's entanglement.

With a bang, Shi Yinian tapped his chin lightly on the desk, completely driving away his drowsiness.He raised his slightly numb arm, half-closed his eyes and glanced at the Chinese teacher's beautiful italic characters on the blackboard, then glanced at the textbook pages standing in front of him, and murmured: "Yulinling...?"

A gust of cool wind came in from the half-open glass window, what brought Shi Yi Nian was not coolness, but a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.Only then did he realize: He actually!He went back to his high school days ten years ago!Is this the revolving lantern memory when the light comes back?Or has the Underworld kept pace with the times and become exactly the same as the modern social environment?

The ear-piercing bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the loud cheers of the students quickly covered up the voice of the Chinese teacher, who was still explaining Liu Yong's desolate and desolate autumn scenery when he left Bianjing, and his inseparable parting feelings and melancholy.

The bell after class was too harsh, the topics of the students were too immature, and the Chinese teacher's sad face was too kind. Everything told him that this was a real world.It was so real that it frightened him.

"Qin Xuan! Have you done yesterday's geometry problem? Hurry up and copy the homework for me before the math teacher comes!" As soon as the Chinese teacher walked out of the classroom, Huang Xie, the physical education representative sitting in the last row, yelled loudly.Huang Xie's voice was loud and full of energy, and even Shi Yinian, who was sitting in the second row of seats in front, could hear clearly.

Qin Xuan?By the way, Qin Xuan!Shi Yinian's heart was beating like a drum, and he slowly turned his head to glance at the tall boy sitting in the corner of the last row.That person still carried some youthful frivolity and immaturity, but he could also faintly reveal the magnificence and scorching brilliance of his youth.

Shi Yinian stared blankly at him raising his one-sided sword eyebrow and teasing Huang Xie with a narrow smile, his whole body seemed to be swept away by a blizzard of regretful shame and heartbroken grief, his face was pale, and his body was on the verge of falling.

As if it was just a few seconds ago—the moment when Shi Yinian came out of his body, he witnessed Qin Xuan in a suit and leather shoes desperately rushing into the sea of ​​flames, holding his body and shouting at the top of his lungs: "Nian Nian! Don't leave me alone! In this life! In the next life! In the next life! I only love you!" The roof beam fell down with a bang, and the fire spread, Shi Yinian cried into tears and told Qin Xuan to go, but Qin Xuan refused to leave, preferring to accompany With his body buried in the sea of ​​flames...

"Hey! Study committee member! You haven't confiscated your homework yet! Why are you in a daze?" The little boy sitting in front of his seat rolled up his homework book and knocked on his desktop. "Don't think wildly, don't move rashly, don't talk foolishly" three times, and then said: "I feel a little uncomfortable, please help me take it away."

Shi Yinian remembered that this little boy wearing glasses used to ask him to solve problems, and the relationship between the two was pretty good.Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the little boy jumped up from his seat, pretending to salute: "Cha! Xiao Guizi will do it now!"

When I thought about it for a moment, I saw him running fast with his short legs swinging like a whirlwind, and then I remembered that "The Deer and Ding Tale" was played on every TV in the second year of high school. Boys like to imitate Wei Xiaobao's slick tone in it, and imagine that they can do it too. There are a bunch of pink confidants.However, Qin Xuan, who is not a fan of TV dramas, is on the contrary, because of his noble background and wealthy family background, and the word "Xuan" in his name, he is recognized by the boys as Emperor Kangxi's "Little Xuanzi".

Xiaoxuanzi is generous and easy-going, he often brings Swiss chocolates to his classmates and borrows them to play the latest Japanese game consoles, so the boys are vying to be Xiaoguizi No. [-] and Xiaoguizi No. [-]...for him Do things and spread the news.

One day, Xiao Guizi, who was sitting in front of Shi Yinian, told him quietly that Qin Xuan had noticed him the first day he entered the classroom, and said, "This person looks so familiar, he looks like my sister."

The boys around laughed and said, "It turns out that Princess Jianning is disguised as a man!"

In the previous life, Shi Yinian blushed with embarrassment and scolded Qin Xuan for speaking too frivolously, imitating what Jia Baoyu said when he first met Lin Daiyu, "I have seen this younger sister", causing him to make a fool of himself.So his first impression of Qin Xuan was not good.

In fact, after the sophomore class was assigned to the liberal arts class, Shi Yinian was always worried about not being able to enter the science class because of his poor grades in physics and chemistry. He was depressed for a while, so he didn't pay much attention to his classmates.What's more, he was a day student in one of the few classes, and he didn't live in the dormitory, so he kept a certain distance from other students for a long time.

Shi Yinian still retains many memories from his previous life. When he recalled the high school self-proclaimed self who looked down on all sentient beings, he only felt it was ridiculous and a pity, like a patient with the second illness.Thinking of saying goodbye to all kinds of intrigues after entering the workplace in his youth, he just wants to cherish his carefree student days. Is it just listening to lectures, writing homework, and taking exams?

However, looking down at the paper on the desktop—the principle of drawing three views?The steps of oblique dimetric drawing method?Are lines parallel to the axes still parallel to the axes?The monotony, parity, and periodicity of the function...I suddenly remembered the traumatic dream that I still dreamed about when I was in my 20s, and I couldn't do the exams in time.