little prince octopus

Not long after the second semester of high school started, my deskmate, Sun Chunting, died and committed suicide.

It is hard to imagine that the person who made me feel the impact of death for the first time would be my deskmate with whom I have been together day and night for more than a semester.My grandparents died before I was born.Grandparents are also alive.Death seems to be a thing far away from me.

In the morning of early spring, there was a mist.The little prince and I just got off the boys' dormitory building, the outdoor temperature was very low, and the white gas exhaled from our noses spread out in the air and disappeared.I rubbed my hands and looked at my watch, "There are still 8 minutes."

"Then let's walk slowly and just arrive." said the little prince.

After we walked a few steps, many students walking on the road suddenly turned and walked towards the girls' dormitory building.What is more important than self-study early, not afraid of being late?I have some doubts in my heart.

When we arrived at the classroom, we were 2 minutes away from being late, which was just right.It's so strange, most of the people in the class have not arrived after this point, and there is no one on the podium. Today's class leader is not here for the first time.

Sitting in my seat, I took out my English book and read the text. The bell rang, but Sun Chunting, who was at the same table, hadn't come yet.Some people from the class came, and those who came from behind were discussing something in whispers with the students who were sitting before.

The words "suicide" and "jumping off a building" got into my ears, didn't they?It's something that only happens on TV.I thought of the strange thing I saw when I got out of the dormitory, probably it was a girl.

I don't know which class it is, it seems that the latecomers are probably watching.Amidst the students reading texts and communicating, a series of ambulance alarm bells came from downstairs, which seemed to be true.Now people have picked them up, and the rest of them should come back.Sure enough, after seven or eight minutes, the head teacher entered the classroom together with the remaining students who hadn't come.

The teacher in charge looked very serious. He stood in front of the podium, the quiet communication in the classroom stopped, and the students who turned to the back to speak turned back angrily.Everyone in the class has arrived except Sun Chunting.

No way?

The class teacher Li Xiaozhong said with a straight face: "Don't care about other people's affairs, read your text." After finishing speaking, he hurried away.

I couldn't help but turned my head and asked the table behind me, "Who? Who jumped off the building?"

The back table said three words softly: "Sun-chun-ting-."

My first reaction was disbelief.Sun Chunting, how is it possible, how is it possible?Why did she jump off the building?Such a cowardly girl as Sun Chunting was able to use this method to end her life by herself. Two days ago, she said that she would transfer to another school and gave me a hard-tipped copybook.

I was holding up the textbook in a daze, my head seemed to be stuffed with a mess.I have been with Sun Chunting for a semester, and she taught me many English questions...how is she now...

When I came down for self-study, I went to the class teacher and asked to go to the hospital to see Sun Chunting, but he refused to let me go. Under my repeated requests, his expression became very unnatural, and he paused, "It's not necessary." He said.

Sun Chunting lost his vital signs in the ambulance, and was confirmed dead when he arrived at the hospital.

I don't remember how I got out of the office. I sat back in my seat, only shocked and disappointed.

We found her suicide note in Sun Chunting's drawer.

She said that her suicide had nothing to do with the school or her classmates, it was because of herself.

She is a single-parent family, and her mother has a hard life, and the salary of one has to support two people.Mom has been with several objects, because her existence is blown.

"I'm sorry, Mom. You can have your own happiness."

Sun Chunting's mother came to the school to get Sun Chunting's suicide note and things. She was a thin middle-aged woman with a ponytail, and she looked very similar to Sun.She said to the few of us next to Sun Chunting, thank you for our usual care of Chunting, and as she spoke, I saw a tear fall from her eye.

From the class teacher, we learned the last straw that broke Sun Chunting.That day, Ms. Sun lost her temper with Sun for no reason because of the pressure. Sun talked back to her. Ms. Sun said, "If I had known that you would be so angry at me when I grew up, I should have strangled you to death when I was born."

He does not mean that.

The little prince and I both attended Sun Chunting's funeral, "I never thought of attending a friend's funeral."

The little prince was very calm. He patted my shoulder comfortingly, sat next to me, lowered his eyelashes, and said calmly: "Not all families are beautiful, octopus."

Because of the little prince, my academic performance has greatly improved.For example, I often do not know the direction of the monsoon, he taught me in a vivid way.

In winter in our country, the northwest wind blows.The little prince said, "Watching TV, do women often say a word when arguing with their husbands: 'Since I married you, I drink northwest wind every day.'"

"Ah, that's right."

"This is because the northwest wind blows in winter. Then why not use the wind direction in spring, summer and autumn? Think about it, is the cold wind blowing in winter the worst."

From now on, I will remember this knowledge point.

Mom no longer has to worry about my studies!Backgammon...ah bah...the little prince.

Moreover, this guy has an exceptionally rich knowledge of humanities, and he can recite the most hateful ancient poems and classical Chinese essays very quickly, and he can often recite a piece of classical Chinese essays in one morning self-study.It made me very envious and jealous. I was struggling in the claws of endorsement, and I once asked him for tips.He said, I can't learn it, because he memorized these articles when he was a child...

The little prince often brings me snacks made by his mother, such as pumpkin cakes stuffed with red bean paste, purple rice cakes, and green balls, which are not available outside, and are brought to me in an insulated lunch box.

My mother cooks for me only a handful of times a year, because she and my dad are busy with business all day long and have little time to communicate with me, which makes me very envious.

He said, my parents are not busy, and I will not have such a good life.But I still envy him.From his usual words, it can be seen that he loves his mother very much.

What puzzled me the most was his attitude towards his father.As a person who would always say thank you to the aunt in the cafeteria for every meal, the little prince treated his father very badly.

In the second year of high school, the dormitory will be changed, so at the end of the first year of high school, we have to take all the things we want from the dormitory home.That was the first time I met the little prince's father, a kind-hearted middle-aged uncle.

For being half an hour late, the little prince reprimanded his father badly.

"Why did you come here now?" the little prince said arrogantly to his father. Facing his son's questioning, his father silently packed his things for him without saying a word.I wanted to help his father, but the little prince gave him a cold look and said to me, "Don't help him."

If I hadn't known him before, I would have thought this was a selfish, arrogant, ignorant teenager, but I knew he wasn't.

He was polite to everyone and thoughtful of things more than anyone ever.

Two years passed by in a flash. During the summer vacation after graduating from high school, my parents went out to do business again. They were going to go out for more than a month. The little prince invited me to his house as a guest.

The little prince's home is in the suburbs, a two-story building, with a large food wholesale department on the first floor, and bedrooms and living rooms on the second floor.

My uncle went out, and my aunt welcomed me warmly, praised me for being handsome, and asked me what I like to eat.

The compliment made me feel embarrassed: "Auntie, just call me An Yu!"

I also finally understood why the little prince is so handsome. This is entirely due to his mother's appearance, deep eye sockets, and high nose bridge. The aunt is the copycat Li Ruotong.

He asked me to take what I liked on the first floor. I was embarrassed to go to his house for the first time, so he had to hug a lot of snacks for me.

"Octopus, do you want to go to my room?"

"want!"

In the little prince's room, there is a large bookcase that takes up the entire wall, "Wow, so you have so many books."

"What do you like to see octopus? Find it yourself."

There are many types of books, such as novel encyclopedias, illustrated books, etc. There are writers from China, Japan, Britain, the United States, France and the Soviet Union, and they are neatly arranged according to nationality.

I took out a copy of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio". Although the book was a bit old, it didn't have a folded corner. I opened the cover, and there were two lines of elegant black pen characters on the title page: "Purchased in [-]——Wang Kun of Zhejiang University knowledge."

"Wang Kunzhi?"

"That's my grandfather, he used to be a professor of Chinese at Zhejiang University."

I closed the book, and it suddenly dawned on me why my Chinese is so good, and my ancient poems are so slippery: "Oh, I know, why do you know so much!" I lost at the starting line and my genes.

I couldn't help but admire: "Little prince, your grandfather is really amazing."

During lunch, my uncle also came back, and there was a well-behaved little boy sitting next to my aunt. He was carved out of the same mold as the little prince. He should be the little prince's younger brother.

After lunch, the little prince asked his brother gently: "Arong, do you want to watch TV?"

The younger brother looked up at his elder brother, but said nothing, neither agreeing nor objecting.

I always feel a little awkward, and my brother is too silent, unlike boys of this age.

The little prince carried his younger brother to the sofa and turned on the TV, only then did I realize that Ah Rong's legs could not move.

At night, I slept with him in his bed in his plaid pajamas from the little prince.His body temperature came through the pajamas, I was a little excited, I slept with the little prince for the first time.

"It was the first time I invited a friend to our house, and my mother was very happy." He smiled, "She was afraid that I didn't have good friends. Children from other families played together in groups."

I see.He said before that good friends are not many.It is precisely because of these experiences that the little prince knows how to cherish true friends and alienate false characters.

"Arong's legs are disabled because of my father. We used to have many houses and two big factories in Wenzhou. My father gambled and lost them all. The debt collector came to him and he ran away. Grandpa was angry with him. She had a heart attack and couldn’t be saved. My mother was a woman, and she was pregnant with my brother at the time. She had to deal with many creditors all day long, suffered from severe depression, and took a lot of medicine... Ah Rong will not live to be 20 years old, with cerebral palsy and autism I couldn't even go to school because of him."

"Are you frightened by me?" asked the little prince.

"No." The little prince's calm wisdom comes from his early experience of human feelings and the world's fickleness. I have guessed it.

"My mother and I ran to Songli to avoid debts, and finally settled down. My father, who had been missing for several years, found us again, confessed to us, and wanted to start again with us. My mother disagreed at first, in order to let Ah Rong have a complete family. She forgave him."

"I don't agree, but it's useless to disagree. I can't forgive him, even though he is good to us, Ah Rong likes him a lot. I heard them argue once, this bastard stole my mother's ring and used it to gamble I punched him and told him to roll, he knelt down pitifully and begged my mother, and my mother relented when she thought of A Rong."

He rubbed my head: "Octopus, you have a happy family."

He smiled lightly, "It's all right." He saw that my expression became serious.

"I'm very happy, little prince. You told me because you regard me as a good friend." I know, you used a lot of courage.

"Well. You can come and play at any time in the future, and I have no secrets to keep from you."

"Little prince, I...I..." I was so nervous that I couldn't speak coherently, "Do you have any?" I squeezed his arm and controlled my breathing, "I... like you."

This sentence took all the courage accumulated in the past 18 years.

I have kept this idea in my heart for a long time, I don’t know why, at this moment, I feel that I must tell him: “I liked you when I was in the first year of high school, I like everything you say, I like everything you do .There's no one I like more."

"Really." I added a word in frustration, but the little prince has never made a sound.

"Haha." I heard him smile softly, "Octopus, what I wanted to say was preempted by you."

He stretched out his arms, embraced me, and whispered in my ear: "I liked you when I was in the wounded company."