The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On December 2010, 12, the winter solstice was cloudy

faint smoke

lament of joy and sorrow

and me who turned back

floating in the winter sun

arrived on a certain morning

Compared with the School of Political Science, there are indeed more boys in the School of Basic Medicine. As soon as Hokuriku stepped into the classroom, he found that the first two rows were full of girls with short hair, and the back row was basically all boys with short haircuts.

But those thick hairs are not as thick and black as Yan He's.

When Yanhe's short hair was not so short before, it always tied Beilu's arm.

His hair, like everyone else's, always stood up.

Hokuriku, who used to go to school, even wondered if Yanhe's newly sprouted beard was also straight and piercing.

Thinking of Yanhe once sitting in such a classroom and listening to lectures, young like them, full of vigor, belonging to the annual ring.

Beilu felt like a light boat in his heart, carrying him to the bright shore.

The eyes of the boy on the shore were like fireflies flying all over the sky, he was immersed in a clear dream.

The students have long heard about the new teacher from the Ideological and Political Teaching and Research Office, and they really look like Mr. Pianpian when they saw it today.

Ying Ting's outstanding appearance is set off by the rain, making her more abstinent.

All in black, except for a light gray spring shirt inside, there is no other color embellishment.

But at the moment of stepping into the classroom, the noisy classroom was silenced.

Hokuriku's beautiful eyes looked sleepy, but they turned brighter.

He stood on the podium and looked around for a long time before parting his thin lips.

"Hello, students! I'm Hokuriku!" Hokuriku picked up the chalk and wrote his name stroke by stroke on the blackboard.

The fine white powder moved around under his strong hands.

Without the shadow of the sun, even the dust that likes to dance around has disappeared.

"You can do whatever you want in my class. Don't worry about me. If you don't understand, you can ask repeatedly."

Still the same beginning.

He thought that Yanhe hated taking such boring courses when he was in school.

Did he slander the teacher for being boring after a while and choose to sleep on the table?

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth raised unconsciously.

The girl sitting in the front row suddenly felt that the lifeless blackboard behind Hokuriku looked like thousands of miles of clouds in a clear sky.

Beilu originally wanted to speak according to the class time arranged by Teacher Gu, but when he stood on the podium, what he said was a question.

"Is your school working hard?"

This sentence seems to be thrown into a calm lake like a huge stone. In addition to stirring up huge waves, it also contains many small waves.

There was a lot of noise in the classroom.

Hokuriku glanced at the boys in the back row, and found a boy with the most facial expressions to answer.

"Teacher, you have asked a good question. If it weren't for the embarrassment of swearing in class, I would have yelled at you. You don't know how tired we are. Now the junior year is better. Before the freshman year, it was no different from going to jail. , It’s fine if you can’t play games, and you have to go out on Saturdays and Sundays according to the proportion, and occasionally the housework is not up to standard, and the holidays are banned....”

The other students also nodded.

Beilu watched him spit flying all over the place, that face slowly overlapped with the Yanhe in his memory not far away.

What came out of his mouth was full of complaints.

But Beilu also knew that in the dead of night, he would think of his original intention of filling out this major.

The resentment in my heart is like when the passing of the day and the cool night meet, everything disappears.

Only the memorable ones remain.

Hokuriku gestured to the classmate to sit down.

Others raised their hands to answer, but Hokuriku shook his head with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

He cleared his throat and straightened the crooked microphone pinned to his chest.

"All the past has its end! Despite the wind and rain, the torch is passed on from generation to generation. The road is blue, and the jade is successful! It is the same with you and the country. Today in this class we will talk about the modern history of China..."

Hokuriku's lectures are just like himself, always having a different taste from others.

The original boring content did not make Hokuriku less attractive, but the material was polished by his deep throat.

There is an extra weight of vicissitudes.

Perhaps history is like a dusty pearl, which is always accidentally buried in the bleak and desolate time. There will be a pair of exquisite hands waiting not far away for it to float over slowly with the waves of time, gently stroke its sorrow.

It's been a blast ever since.

After Hokuriku finished his morning class, the rain outside was still sparse.

He stopped in the promenade on the first floor, staring silently at the stagnant water in a depression not far away, the water accidentally dripped from the tree, and circles of ripples were painted on it.

The students behind them dispersed from the teaching building in groups of three and four.

Occasionally, a student wanted to say hello to him, but he couldn't bear to disturb his tranquility, so he walked away after thinking about it.

Hokuriku held the handle of the umbrella in his fair hand, and slowly tapped on the edge of the corridor, as if beating his heart every now and then.

The last winter of their three years in high school came about by appointment.

Yanhe complained all day long.

When he called Hokuriku before, "Hokuriku! Hokuriku!" The voice was joyful, as if he could jump into the stars in the next second and light up the night.

But during the winter vacation, Yanhe called Beilu mostly, "Bei~Lu~ah~" The tone is long and sad, and the whole person seems to be soaked in water, limp and weak.

Beilu knew that he wasted too much time before, and now it is really difficult to make up for it crazily.

In a fishing net, the first half is full of loose buckles, no matter how big the fish is, even if it voluntarily sneaks in, it will still leak.

Beilu could only help him slowly tighten the buckle firmly.

Yanhe stayed at Beilu's house most of the time. The root cause of his grandfather's disease at the grassroots level in the past was coughing constantly in winter.

Afraid of affecting his review of homework, he simply stayed next door with him. Fortunately, Hokuriku is a serious child, so the adults are more at ease.

In order to save them some time, Ms. Zhao cleaned up the kitchen of Hokuriku's house and cooked three meals a day for them nearby.

When Beilu was sitting in front of the window reading a book, Yan He moved a stool and crowded beside Beilu.

Even though the table is so big, Yan He prefers to squeeze next to him.

Sometimes Yan He's breathing can curl the corner of Hokuriku's book and scratch his cheek.

Bei Lu gave him time to do the questions, and when he couldn't finish it, he just lay down on the table and acted shamelessly, with that sassy voice, "Bei~Lu~ah~, why are you working so hard? How can you bear it?!"

Looking at his hand tugging at his sleeve, Bei Lu wanted to say, "If you think it's hard, don't do it."

But he still answered him in the most indifferent tone, "Go on!"

By the way, he shook off his hand and continued to write his own paper with the earphones on.

After he sang for a while, seeing that Hokuriku ignored him, he got up again and tried to write the question with his eyes wide open.

Hokuriku used to find this gratuitous life difficult.

He was not born to like to be alone, but he gradually got used to being alone.

After his mother passed away, he always felt that there was no one else in this world.

Even sometimes late at night, I would think, this is the first time I am a human being, why is it so difficult for him.

He is like a grass that accidentally breaks through the boundary of life and grows from an unknown corner, immersed in the gloomy darkness.

Night and day, day and night, round after round.

The warm sun has always been, blown by the wind from his tip.

Leave no trace of residual heat.

He had long since forgotten his first little longing.

Initially, there was only desolation.

Until one day, the wind turned in a different direction, and even the sun slanted to shake him.

Even the black night sky is so bright that only the galaxy is left.

Bei Lu didn't know how to answer Yan He, or how he survived.

He could only whisper to him, "Just get through it."

Because you will find out after you get through it.

It turns out that there is a definite number of suffering in the world.

In this world, there are bitter winds and rains, and the road is full of thorns, but at least I can meet you, and I feel so happy!

At that time, the sun was always bright, and it would put half of Yanhe's figure on the pages of Hokuriku's books, jumping as he flipped them.

Even Ms. Zhao's stove in the kitchen burns from morning till night.

Drive away the cold of winter.

At that moment, Beilu felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This is how home feels.

There was a hint of fireworks, there were many complaints, and he was listening quietly.

Everything is floating in the warm winter sun.

Hokuriku looked up at the endless rain.

There is only an empty teaching building behind, and the students have all dispersed.

Hokuriku walked slowly into the rain, the umbrella in his hand was accidentally not opened.

Maybe he was still wondering if there would be someone passing by, like a dark green leaf covering his leaky chest, with a black umbrella propped on top of the two of them.

My heart, which had been raining for a long time, suddenly cleared up.

The phone in his pocket rang for a while before Hokuriku reached out to touch it.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Yan He's irritable voice came over as soon as he connected.

After Yan He sent Bei Lu to school, he went back to sleep in the cage.

It wasn't until Xu Lai slept until noon that he got up to cook that he was woken up by his actions in the kitchen.

The only thought after waking up was to change to a bigger house. It would be best if the kitchen was in the farthest corner, farthest from the bedroom!

At this moment, Yan He was already sitting at the dining table, ready to eat, and Xu Lai was still serving the meal in the kitchen wearing the apron.

Yan He propped one foot on the dining chair, and kept scratching his hair with the other hand.

Xu Lai came out with the soup, and hurriedly told Yan He to put down his hands, "You don't have dandruff on your head, scratch it while eating."

"You buckled your feet while eating, did I tell you? Get out after eating." Yan He gave Xu Lai a blank look.

Bei Lu on the other end of the phone has been listening to the two of them dislike each other, making a lot of noise.

"I just finished class." Hokuriku said quietly into the phone.By the way, he stepped over the slightly raised floor tiles, for fear of accidentally stepping on them and splashing his pants all over.

"Then go to the teacher's cafeteria to eat earlier. When I was in school, I could only eat in the student cafeteria. I heard that the braised pork in the teacher's cafeteria is delicious. Go and try it." Yan He said vaguely while eating.

That voice was much better than that of Xu Lai.

Xu Lai made a big grimace at Yan He, and didn't want to talk to him.

Anyway, he was destined to be a small worker.

Bei Lu listened to his rambling non-stop and didn't interrupt him, so he walked all the way to the entrance of the cafeteria.

He thought to himself that the braised pork in the canteen today must be delicious.