Stubborn illness

"Use mine, hey, here it is."

"Oh, thank you."

On the right hand side of the dormitory, next to the wooden locker next to the bed frame of H, W is wearing black short sleeves with white stripes on his upper body, and a pair of gray cotton cropped pants on his lower body. Slender, resembling a gibbon monkey in a food-poor area.At this moment, he seemed to be frightened, standing there, at a loss for a while,

Just now, he was looking for washing powder, found it, and was about to reach for it, but a voice shouted: "Don't move, it's mine." He turned his head and looked behind him. At that time, I happened to be standing there, and his eyes made me feel pity.

We are also in the same dormitory. He sleeps in the lower bunk, which is connected to H. His bed is like a kennel, full of changed clothes. He usually doesn’t wash and dry until he has nothing to wear. He looks around for washing powder.

"With so much money, I'm not willing to buy washing powder, really."

"It's not that he is reluctant, it's that he doesn't remember."

"He only remembers picking up girls all day long, this kind of person."

There are eight people in the dormitory. When he first arrived, most people had a bad impression of him. In my first memory, his academic performance was very average, his ability to take care of himself was very poor, he was restless and extremely playful. He was broken, and came back wrapped in gauze. He likes to pick up girls, and changing girlfriends is like changing clothes. He stutters, and he can't speak Mandarin fluently, let alone speak English. When he got up, it would definitely elicit a roar of laughter, that kind of hilarious and joyful laugh, so he raised his hand and pushed the [-]-degree frame stuck on the bridge of his nose, and turned his head to look at the youngest student in the middle of the first group. The beautiful girl looked innocent and begged for help, and there was another burst of enthusiastic laughter in the classroom.

The teacher said: "You are from Guangdong. Compared with the children in Beijing, you do lack oral English, but it doesn't matter. As long as you dare to speak, speak boldly, and say it a few times, you will become fluent. Look, there are quite a few people in your class who speak English well..." The teacher called out the names of several people, including the beautiful girl who W cast her eyes for help just now.

Later, we practiced one gang and one, and he was the object of help.

Giving people what they need will make a deeper impression. I don’t know when he started to treat me very well. In the small restaurant not far from the school gate, he always pulls me up and orders two dishes and one soup. The two sit opposite each other. Crossing his legs, crossing his hands in front of his chest, he talked to me about his ideals, expressed in Cantonese, he could speak eloquently, he said that our major was not good, he said he wanted to be a writer, he said he bought correspondence textbooks on such and such ,…….

I sat quietly, feeling a little shy in my heart. A poor student who is doing a three-point part-time work-study program at school, going in and out of such restaurants from time to time is not in line with the logic of income and expenditure. What will others think?

He didn't know my concerns, he only saw that I was listening carefully, and that I was a person who knew how to share his ideals and aspirations, so he talked more happily. In fact, I didn't listen to many of what he said go in.It should be very difficult for a person who can't do a good job seriously.At the beginning, I even had such a prejudice against him, but I would not attack others, as long as he invites and calls twice, I am still happy to follow.

One day, he took a photo, shook it in front of me a few times, and was very proud: "Look, look, I waited in line for a whole day, finally saw it, and took a photo, haha, I didn't expect reality She's younger than on TV."

I took it, and there are two people standing side by side in the photo, one is himself, and the other is a dignified and beautiful woman, with a good face, light makeup, exquisite facial features, smiling face, black and shiny hair, simply tied up, Over the shoulders, stuck to the back like a ponytail, wearing a goose yellow military uniform.

"Who is she?" I asked lightly.

"Yang Lan, you haven't watched her show?" He was a little surprised.

"No."

"She held a book signing at XX Bookstore, and I went there. I waited in line all day, and I didn't close my eyes all night last night. It was worth it, haha."

"This guy, are you still chasing stars?"

"It's not considered star chasing. I like her shows and books. Didn't I tell you that I want to write? I'm going to buy her books." He tried hard to explain.

It seems that at that moment, I saw his bravery, his hard work, and his persistence. The impression of chasing countless girls and spending money was blurred before, and I started to admire him.

"Xuhua, come here, hurry up." Standing at the bottom of the library with a thin figure and a crisp voice, it was him. During that year, W took me to Xidan , went to Wangfujing, bookstores big and small, we basically went around once, and the book market in Ditan, big bags and small bags, this guy buys but doesn’t read, so he chooses me as a porter, and follows him behind, always Traveling in a hurry, of course, we have never been treated badly. The friendly restaurants outside the campus should have left many marks of our coming and going.

In the summer vacation of [-], we didn’t go home. With Xiami, the three of us rented two houses next to the farmer’s market. One was bigger and the other was smaller. I went to sell instant noodles, and Xiami concentrated in the rental room. For painting, he only stayed for a few days before going to Beidaihe, saying that he would meet pen pals and exchange writing skills.

After the vacation was over, he came back, and after he came back, he didn’t have the mind to go to class. He said that the courses arranged were too many, too complicated, and they were all superficial. use.So he began to concentrate on doing his own things, reading his own books, during the day and at night, when it was late at night, the corner of the lower bunk in the dormitory was still lit with a beam of light, and it was his flashlight that was on, so I turned over and got out of bed, walked Approaching him, whispered: "Still asleep? Are you not sleepy?"

"Well, let's watch it later." He took off his glasses, rubbed his narrowed myopic eyes, got up, ran to the bathroom next door, turned on the faucet, and stretched his head over, letting the cold running water Slapping the hair, flowing behind the ears, dripping from the eyebrows and the tip of the nose, driving away the sleepy bugs one by one, he raised his head, wiped off the water drops, took a deep breath and exhaled, and ran back In the dormitory, climb into the bed, lie on your stomach, and turn on the flashlight.

………………………….

He didn't finish his studies that semester and went through the withdrawal procedures. He said he would go back to study computers.

When I left, I opened the square wardrobe on the wall and packed my luggage, "I'll give you the shampoo, I'll give you the shower gel, and this..." He threw some things he didn't think it was necessary to carry on my bed. heap.

"How do you get your books? Are they in sacks?"

"No sacks, but separate packs in cartons."

"It's so heavy, I can't even lift it."

"Check it back, send it to the consignment department first." He is still packing, like picking up sorted garbage, but he is very careful about those books. In fact, after buying so many, most of them have not been read once.

In the two or three days when he was about to leave, I felt a lot of sadness in my heart. It was a blessing, and I wanted to keep him. I had mixed emotions. I bought two cheap silver-white pendants in the market near the farmer’s market, and kept one for myself. him one.

"Oh, thank you." That look is like I gave him washing powder back then.

On the day of leaving, we sent him out of the school gate, Xiao Wei handed him the backpack on his shoulders, and said words of blessing, he looked at Xiao Wei, and parted his mouth: "I'm leaving, take care of Xu Hua." As if I were sick and old.

"No problem, leave it to me. From now on, Brother Hua's business will be my business. Haha, your journey is going well." Xiao Wei took a step closer, put his left hand on my right shoulder, raised his right hand, and swayed from side to side, with that language and demeanor They are all quite quack, which makes me feel uncomfortable all over, but I am deeply moved inside.

"Smooth, smooth, smooth journey."

"Come to Dongguan to play when you come back. I will wait for you at home."

We watched the thin figure bow into the taxi, watched the car start, watched him go away, turned back to the school, Ah Zhen walked in front, Xiao Wei was in the middle, flung his arms, twisted his buttocks, Kicking, like walking in unison, and like an innovative forward spacewalk, with a relaxed body and a gratifying appearance, with a young smile on his face, overflowing from the corners of his eyes and mouth, and I slowly followed along.

After leaving, we will contact by letter.