Xueba Raiders

Know how to say goodbye to He Qing.

At this age, there are many words that can no longer be said, and the pride in his bones does not allow him to act coquettishly and show weakness in front of the person he likes like Xiao Wenqian.He Qing comes like the wind, goes like the wind, like a gorgeous embellishment.

Lin Weizhen couldn't stay.

He and Zhao Linlin went to the subway station to see He Qing and Jiang Feng off, and then went straight back to his small apartment.

Lin Weizhen also had his own bedroom in Xu Ying's house, which was originally a study room. Before Xu Ying picked him up, someone removed the big cabinet and put a new bed in it.The study room faces south, and there are green leaves everywhere outside the window. Lin Weizhen often stands there and looks into the distance for an hour or two.

Xu Ying's temper was not very good, if Zhang Zixuan made a mistake, he would inevitably be yelled at or even beaten.But for things like breaking a plate, if Lin Weizhen was standing opposite, Xu Ying would always restrain himself a little bit, and teach a few words hastily.Zhang Zixuan was young, so he was aggrieved by this, and even used Lin Weizhen as a scapegoat.

But these little things are branded as "outsiders" to sensitive teenagers.

He doesn't like to talk to people, and he can't find anyone to talk to.After a long time, I don't tell anyone anymore.Loneliness is a sense of security, but the sense of security gained at the expense of loneliness will drag people into deeper loneliness.

He Qing is the first and only person he wants to explore, and he wants to enter He Qing's world.

Then root forever.

Lin Weizhen lay on the bed, pulled off the quilt, and buried his head in it.

The first time I saw He Qing was already four years ago.

At that time, during the military training in the first year of high school, everyone was wearing the same camouflage uniform, and they were dried into barbecue under the hot sun. It was impossible to tell who was who.One day after dinner, Lin Weizhen was almost late. He went around the squares and ran to the fixed assembly point of the ninth class. His hat was accidentally blown away by the wind.

It is a taboo to be late for military training, but you can't escape an inspection if you lose your hat.Lin Weizhen groaned incessantly, turned around to pick it up hastily, and finally held the hat in his hand, heaved a sigh of relief and didn't pay much attention, and bumped into another person who was rushing towards him.

That night, other people were sitting on the ground preparing for the singing contest, and Lin Weizhen and the other party were punished to stand.The instructor taught a few words, and then led everyone to sing "Sunset and Xishan Hongxiafei, the soldiers shoot the target and return to the camp".

"Lin Weizhen," the man whispered, "I'm sorry today, I didn't see the way."

Lin Weizhen said: "It's okay, I didn't pay attention to the time." He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the other party, "You know my name?"

There are more than 60 people in the ninth class. There is only a simple self-introduction session on the first day of military training. It was already late at that time, and the speaker's face could not be seen clearly.Except for roommates, most of the classmates are still strangers.

"Well," the man said, "'Wang Guo Kesheng, Wei Zhou Zhizhen', a good name. And you sing very well. Tonight, the instructor made you stand as a punishment. It's a pity."

Lin Weizhen smiled and asked, "Where's your name?"

"He Qing," said the other party, "clear, clear."

"The red flowers on the chest reflect the colorful clouds, the joyful singing is flying all over the sky, Misolamiso, Lasomidore, the happy singing is flying all over the sky..."

Not far away, the chorus continued, and the enviable voice of youth reverberated over the campus.At that time, no one knew that the word "He Qing" would become the evergreen tree ranked first in Class Nine in the next three years.

When He Qing changed his clothes and came out of the laboratory, the night sky was filled with stars, and the street lamps stretched people's shadows very long, and the surrounding was silent, only the library door was still people coming in and out.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that two hours ago, Jiang Feng shouted to thank Lin Weizhen in the assist group chasing Zhao Linlin, and the latter responded with an emoji in Jiang Feng's style.

He Qing actually appreciates Jiang Feng's bright personality, and his "follow him if you like it" attitude.But he is not good at expressing himself, and he doesn't know how to build a relationship. From high school to university, he always eats and attends classes with people in the same dormitory and the same group. The ideal of the heart.

In the first two years when he and Lin Weizhen were classmates, He Qing didn't have much contact with him.

Thinking of Lin Weizhen, He Qing paused in his heart, and deliberately slowed down his pace.

No. [-] Middle School is an all-boarding school. During the years of school, I spent more time with my classmates than with my family.And Lin Weizhen is like a light source. His position is the most lively place in the class, and his games are the games with the most audience.Class [-] is facing the connecting passage of the teaching building and a small glass room that has been transformed into a mobile study room. After self-study and get out of class at night, He Qing passed by the glass room and accidentally bumped into the confession scene several times.

The one surnamed Lin is simply a love letter harvester.

And He Qing's life is very dull, like a bubbling brook that is crystal clear.Get up early and run in the morning, buy breakfast, arrive at class ten minutes earlier, and make a plan for the day before the morning reading bell rings.After the morning class, he would avoid the crowds in the cafeteria, read in class for a while before going to lunch, and after the lunch break, he would start the afternoon class. Before returning to work at 06:30, he either went for a run in the playground, or found a place where he could enjoy the wind and listen to music for a while.If you finish the day's homework in advance for evening self-study, you will do a few more sets of questions, day after day, month after month.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, the class teacher rearranged the seats according to the usual practice. He Qing stuffed all the books that could not fit in the drawer into the box, pushed them to the seat by the window, looked up and saw Lin Weizhen smiled and said: "God He, I will take care of you in the future." .”

Holding her chin, Jiang Haiying shouted exaggeratedly: "What kind of godly luck am I, to be in a group with He Shen and Lao Lin!"

Lin Weizhen slapped Jiang Haiying across the air.

He Qing didn't answer. For him, the grouping was just a ripple on the vast lake, and it didn't have much impact.

But Lin Weizhen did have an indescribable attraction. He Qing glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and the boy's exquisite facial features were half in the sun and half in the shadows, and his pupils were reflected golden.He seemed to have noticed He Qing's eyes, turned slightly to the side, raised the corner of his mouth, dimples looming.

He Qing forced himself to lower his head calmly, and proceeded to the next question as if nothing had happened.

The first month of the third year of high school can be called a turmoil. The teachers of all subjects put pressure on them together, and the big and small exams came one after another.Jiang Haiying used to run around outside every 3 minutes between classes, but now she seems to be glued to the seat, and the most she said is: "He Shen, give me the sermon questions!"

He Qing looked at it and signaled Jiang Haiying to look at Lin Weizhen: "I haven't done this yet, why don't you ask him?"

Jiang Haiying slapped her forehead: "Hey, look at me, I forgot that our old Lin is also a young genius! He Shen's light is so dazzling that it even covers you!"

Lin Weizhen raised his head from the paper, paused the hand holding the pen, smiled and took Jiang Haiying's wrong book.

Lin Weizhen's grades hovered around the tenth place in the class, but in the whole grade it was just outside the top [-].There are many strong players in No. [-] middle school, and the students who are at the top never talk about taking a single test, and they are all calculated according to the score of exceeding the first line.

However, Lin Weizhen's grades in the start-of-term simulation were not satisfactory, and he fell to nearly [-] in the class. Even He Qing felt a little strange.

The deskmate is probably the closest person in the student days, and the joys, sorrows, and joys are too close.When handing out homework, his notebook is on your desk, and when you collect the paper, you can clearly see the few lines he wrote on the last big question.Being too close means that it is difficult to pretend, and He Qing gradually realized that Lin Weizhen was not exactly the same as he imagined.

Proud people are the easiest to see the pride of others. With their own reputation of "rejecting people thousands of miles away", they can see the coldness beneath the surface.

Before school ended on Friday, the head teacher poured cold water on the restless atmosphere.

"I don't need to talk about the importance of the third year of high school." He pushed the glasses on his nose and said slowly, "Next week, the recommendation process will start one after another, which will somewhat cause impetuousness."

He emphasized his tone, and changed the topic: "But we are a science class. According to past experience, most students will give up the qualification for recommendation. Even students who are interested in taking the path of recommendation for minor languages ​​must make preparations. I hope everyone can rest assured. Set your mind to it, and take a quality inspection, not a recommended exam, as the most important thing in the near future."

"get out of class."

As the head teacher left the classroom, there was a sudden noise around, Jiang Haiying pouted and said: "Although Lao Gao is doing it for our own good, how does he know that there are no recommended students in our class who can be admitted to TOP2! Isn't it Lao Lin, Gou Fugui , don't forget each other!"

Lin Weizhen had been in a daze just now, and when he heard Jiang Haiying calling him, he raised his head and said "um".

He Qing felt that something was wrong with him, so he subconsciously stopped the pen in his hand, and heard Jiang Haiying continue to ask: "Which school do you want to apply to? If you take a small language test, you can be compared with the top few in the liberal arts class! There is no problem! "

"I..." Lin Weizhen pursed his lips and said, "I haven't decided whether to give up the walk or not."

"What?!" Jiang Haiying looked shocked, "Why did you give up, don't you really want to learn languages?"

"Don't ask," Han Jing next to Jiang Haiying tugged at the corner of her clothes and whispered, "Let's go and eat! It's finally Friday, let's go have a big meal!"

Lin Weizhen lowered his head, picked up his pen for a long time, and stared at the round curve, without dropping a single word.

He Qing closed the book and asked in a natural tone: "Have you eaten? I will stay overnight this week."

There are many students in No. [-] Middle School who are not locals. From Monday to Friday, the boarding is managed by the whole school. On weekends, locals usually go home, while students from other places often apply for boarding.He Qing is a local, but he feels that the school atmosphere is better, and he often applies for overnight stays before the final exam.