REMIX

Before I learn to be trapped by love, I will become a senior in high school.

And my first love, which was as late as this autumn, struggled twice, and was still annihilated in the dire exams and papers.

Under Xia Du's demands, I finally reluctantly gave up my job in the bar and became a rice bug who devoted herself to studying.

Although what I shouldn't know, I still won't.

Sometimes I feel that a student like me is an embarrassing existence.I am neither a top student nor a scumbag. I have neither top-notch grades nor the courage to give up.

But this is the only way out. My background and capital determine that I don't have so many choices, and this is not a reality that can be changed by complaining.

I'm starting to feel the pressure.

On the second day of school, Qiao Xinxin transferred classes and moved to a small three-story building opposite our original teaching building, where the students who passed the art test took cultural classes - she obeyed her parents' "best" arrangement , became the art student they placed high hopes on, and would apply for a university in the capital in the future.

Li Qianlan is the same as me. His parents do not agree with him learning music because he will not be able to find a job in the future. Compared with something illusory like "art", they prefer their children to take a stable and comfortable path forward.

There are also some students like Qiao Xinxin who disappeared from the class one after another. They were studying painting or sports, and they disappeared all day long. The unclaimed papers piled up on their empty seats to form a snow-covered plateau.The frequency of distributing papers is frighteningly high, and every time we go to the toilet between classes, we can save a pile of white paper. However, after a long time, the panic has accumulated and turned into numbness, which can no longer make us feel nervous.

Those parents are more nervous than us.Even Ms. Xia Jie has the self-consciousness of motherhood. Every night before self-study, she comes to school on time to deliver dinner to me. Outside Mi Kai are all middle-aged women with cold eyebrows.

She's probably that age now too, I keep getting her age wrong because it's never written on her face.Especially when the parents of my classmates are generally over the age of 30, my mother is so beautiful that she seems to be under [-] years old.

It was cold, and she was wearing a black leather jacket, washed white jeans and trousers tucked into Martin boots, her withered hair was messed up by the wind, a cheap cigarette in her mouth, and a neatly packed transparent lunch box in her hand; There are usually two dishes in it. If she has no time to cook, it is fried rice or pancakes bought in a fast food restaurant, plus a can of milk or red bean porridge.She strictly forbids me to drink too much coffee to refresh myself when I read at night, because "the heart rate will increase, and I will be bald. I will never allow my son to become ugly at the most handsome age."

Her words of caring are always so heartwarming.

This day, I waited for her at the side door of the school after the second class in the afternoon as usual, but there was no one.

I stood in the same place, making sure that she could see me through the crowd after school, but the song in the earphones was changed to a third one, and she still couldn't see her.

I was a little anxious, and more importantly, I was worried that something unexpected happened to her, which happened in a coffee shop or on the way, and she missed the appointment without notifying me.The more I thought about it, the more horrified I became, and I didn't have my mobile phone with me. I was about to borrow a classmate's phone to call her, when I suddenly saw a familiar car stop across the road.

fuck me?

I said in my heart, "This is fucking impossible." I crossed the narrow road, and before I reached out to knock on the window, the door was opened from the inside.

Gong Junye was lying on the steering wheel, with half of his face buried in his arms, and my lunch bag was impressively placed on the passenger seat.

"Hello, takeaway."

"……what."

I got into the car and sat down in the co-pilot with a lunch bag. I wanted to say a lot at once, so I picked a key point first, "Where's my mother?"

"Today, the manager of the coffee shop asked her to take over for an emergency, and wanted to tell you that you didn't have your phone."

He lowered the back of the seat and lay on his back, looking very tired, "I happened to meet someone over there this afternoon, and she stopped me when I was about to leave, and asked me to bring you dinner .”

What a coincidence.I said, "Oh. Thanks."

"You're welcome." He crossed his fingers on his stomach, and turned his head to look at me when he heard the sound, with the corners of his mouth raised slantingly, "Come and see you by the way."

I opened the lunch box and looked at a piece of pizza and a piece of fruit waffle inside. When I heard this, my hands slipped and I squeezed the lid, "Well, it's been a long time again. Have I grown taller?"

"I can't see it," he casually squeezed a strawberry from the waffle, "but he has become handsome."

I took out a tissue from my pocket and handed it to him to let him wipe the cream on his hands, otherwise if he impromptuly licks it with his tongue later, I think I will go crazy.

"It's not bad to come to visit the class if you have something to do in the future." He said to himself, "Quan should take a break. I have to go back to work overtime at night."

I turned on the air conditioner in the car, swallowed a bite of pizza, and my throat was burning. "So busy."

What are the triads busy with?

"That's right, we have to socialize when there is a dinner."

While he was talking, he wiped the corner of my mouth with a tissue very smoothly, and I almost choked, so I had no choice but to find something to say in a vulgar way, "Drink less, be careful."

He looked at me for a while and said, "Got it, baby."

My face turned blue.

"Is your nickname Baby?" He asked suddenly, "That's what your mother called you, 'Give this to Baby, no, send it to Xia Xi'."

"...Yeah." I had a bad feeling.

"Baby." He called me, and repeated in a different tone, "Baby."

I was thunderstruck, "...Mr. Gong, you can stop a little bit."

"I don't want it baby."

"..."

In the end, I angrily left the table with my lunch box, and I could still hear his laughter before closing the car door.

"gone."

As I said that, I took out a pearl pearl from the pocket of my school uniform pants and threw it in towards the car window.