No.70 days

Director Wang said that there are some memories that can escape linear time.

What is linear time?A Ph.D. in history once told him that for a long time in the past, religious Westerners believed that time was in a cyclical state, and the so-called linearity is opposite to the cycle. Simply put, you can never go back to the past It's time.

At that time, Chen Yimang was lying with his back facing him, so exhausted that he became unconscious. He asked in a hoarse voice, isn't this matter easy to understand?

The man’s voice came from behind, that’s not the case. In fact, until today, we are often trapped in the illusion of a cycle, just like high school students complaining about the boring study day after day, and every day is like the repetition of the previous day. A circular illusion?

Chen Yimang said that not all high school students think this way.

The man smiled, yes, high school students who are aware of linear time can probably pass 985.

Chen Yimang didn't answer his words, but secretly retorted in his heart: I didn't.

Frankly speaking, Peng Fu is a very good financial supporter. He has been divorced for many years, and his daughter has settled in the United States, so he lives alone in China very comfortably.Before Chen Yimang, he also took care of an actress. Later, the actress often took Chen Yimang shopping and taught him various ways to spend money.

Anyway, Peng Fu only had money, and he was generous with it.One night Peng Fu got drunk and stuffed Chen Yimang's back, which made him bleed, and the bed sheet was red all over.Afterwards, he apologized to him and took him to buy a bag. Chen Yimang tentatively said, I want to go to school.

Read it, then read it, I will help you arrange it!Peng Fu said with a smile.The skin on his face was sagging from the hangover, like a kindly old man.

A week later, Chen Yimang transferred to Class 4 ([-]) of Senior High with an empty schoolbag containing two carbon pens.In fact, according to his age, he should be in the second year of high school, but since the arrangement is for the first year of high school, it doesn't matter, since he can't keep up anyway.It's just that Chen Yimang was tall and slender, and when he poked into the crowd, he was a bit taller than his classmates, making him even more out of place.

He really didn't fit in.Although it was just a high school that didn't even count as a key district, the only thing he could understand was Chinese class.It's a pity that the Chinese teacher is an elderly woman who treats the students meticulously and probably knows some gossip, so she especially looks down on Chen Yimang.When she asked a question in a certain class, no one raised her hand except Chen Yimang, but she glanced at him and wrote lightly, no one answered?Let me tell you.

Later, Chen Yimang didn't even listen to the Chinese class. He lay on the table reading novels or playing with his mobile phone every day. No one cared about him.And he didn't come to school for the college entrance examination, he just wanted to find something to do, to find a place to go - he couldn't lie in bed every day and wait for Peng Fu to come and do it.

A month later, the female teacher who taught Chinese suffered a cerebral infarction and was permanently paralyzed.

He clearly remembered that it was Wednesday, and the first period in the morning was Chinese class.When he entered the class, he saw a few girls crying. He was a little curious, but he didn't ask.Immediately afterwards, the head teacher came in, and said with a sad face, students, you all know about Teacher Tan, right? Then go to class... The school sent a new teacher to take Teacher Tan's class. I hope everyone can adjust their status as soon as possible, and don't disappoint Teacher Tan's expectations of you...

When he said this, the girls in the class cried even more fiercely, and the eyes of several boys turned red, and the silence almost solidified, weighing heavily on everyone.

Then the class bell rang, and Shi Rui walked into the classroom in such an atmosphere.

The weather was very hot that day. He was wearing a black and white wide-striped POLO shirt, sky blue straight-leg jeans, and white sneakers, like a student who just finished the college entrance examination.In fact, he had just graduated from college.

The girls stopped crying and looked at him blankly.And Chen Yimang just glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.

He made a very simple self-introduction. Shirui, from Chongqing, graduated from Beijing Normal University. I hope everyone will cooperate with the next teaching plan.

"What we are going to learn today is "Ode to the Red Cliff." His Mandarin is very standard and his voice is clear. "Next, I will invite a few students to recite it. Each one will have a paragraph...well, Chen Lei."

Chen Yimang—he was still called Chen Lei at that time—thought he was hallucinating.

But he called his name again: "Who is Chen Lei?"

Chen Yimang stood up: "Teacher."

"Okay, then read the first paragraph."

Chen Yimang said, "I didn't preview, teacher."

"It's okay." He put down the book and put his hands on the podium. "I'll tell you what you can't read."

Chen Yimang was a bit short-sighted, but he didn't have glasses, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.But he heard a little smile in his voice, not a mocking smile, nor an embarrassing smile, just a little pure smile, like when he was in his hometown, he heard spring raindrops pattering on the tiles.

"Red Cliff Fu, Su Shi. Ren..."

"The autumn of Renxū."

"In the autumn of Renxu, when the seventh month is over, Su Zi and his guests are boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze is blowing, but the waves are calm. The wine belongs to the guests, and the poems about the bright moon are recited. On the east mountain, hovering among the bullfights. The white dew crosses the river, and the water shines on the sky. A reed is like a sky, and it is like a vast expanse of land. The vastness is like Feng Xu's wind, but he doesn't know where it ends; fluttering like a legacy Independence, ascension to immortality."

Fortunately, only the first word "Xu" is unknown.After reading the first paragraph, Chen Yimang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next second, I heard him say: "You read very well. Please pay attention to the pronunciation of the two characters. It is not a class for a drinker. Haohao is like a píngxuyufeng, not a fengxuyufeng."

"Oh... okay, thank you teacher."

Chen Yimang thought, can I sit down?

But he stepped off the podium and asked as he walked, "Which sentence do you like in this paragraph?"

Chen Yimang sat in a fixed position in the last row.Some teachers are used to wandering around the classroom during lectures, but they never go to the last row. They usually only go to the third row from the bottom, and then turn around and go back.

But he walked straight over, crossed the boundary of the third-to-last row, and came to Chen Yimang's table.At this moment, Chen Yimang suddenly panicked. There was not even a pen on his desk, and he was holding Chinese documents in his hands. There was only a mobile phone on the empty desk. The screen was on, and Tetris cubes of various shapes were falling. .

He must have seen it all.

Chen Yimang said in a low voice: "I like it the most... A reed is as long as it is, but a ten thousand hectare is at a loss." In fact, he has no idea what this sentence means, but he can recognize these words, so he can't read them. wrong.

The young Chinese teacher smiled. This time Chen Yimang finally saw his face clearly. He has a pair of double eyelid eyes, and wears thin black-rimmed glasses, very refined.When he smiled, there was an inconspicuous dimple on the left cheek, which was a young, fair face, and a few strands of hair scattered in front of his forehead, which was a kind of soft black.

"That's my favorite line in the whole text," he said.

Then he nodded and said to Chen Yimang, "Please sit down."

Chen Yimang sat down in a daze, he finally understood why those girls just looked at him in a daze.

He turned around and walked towards the podium: "Okay, then I will invite another classmate to read the second paragraph..."

Chen Yimang looked back and found that the sweat from the tip of his thumb had soaked the edge of the page, leaving two crumpled marks.