Stubborn illness

"Hey, Qionghua gave it to you."

"Oh, thank you."

In the classroom, a girl with long shoulder-length hair came in small steps, approached the boy, threw down a beautifully folded note, turned and left.The boy looked up a little in thanks, and continued writing.

"The contents inside should not be seen by others."

In just a few seconds, another girl with short hair and ears walked over, bent down, approached the boy's face, reminded him softly, and then walked away, holding a book on her chest, speeding up in front of the podium, and galloping away .

Why is it so mysterious, the boy wondered, put down the pen, picked up the folded note on the table, turned it around, and took a rough look, it was indeed very different from the previous ones, but he didn’t open it right away, just stuffed it into his pants bag, because he still has a lot of unfinished homework.

In [-], the little boy had grown up to be fourteen or fifteen years old.

This is a middle school in the town. There are two conspicuous rockery fountains at the school gate, and two symmetrical teaching buildings. The first floor is for the first grade of junior high school, the second floor is for the second grade of junior high school, and so on.

In the first grade of junior high school, there are eight or nine classes in total, which are divided into fast class and slow class. Class, the third room from the left in the teaching building on the right.

There are a total of forty people in the class, most of them are flying around, and there are some individual punks, smashing tables and benches in the classroom, and sometimes throwing other people's books and stationery for no reason.In the dormitory, pranks put sand and limestone under other people's bed mats, and they also extort meal tickets from the disadvantaged. Students are not like students, reading is not like reading, and class is not like class. A pot of porridge.

After talking too much, the teacher had no choice but to shake his head.

At this time when school was over at noon, the classroom was empty, there was only one boy, there were three of them just now, including the two girls, the short-haired girl was named Qionghua, and the long-haired girl was her very good companion, they were in the same class, less than a semester, The three of them got along very well.

In every class, the boy and Qionghua rush to answer most of the teacher's questions. The teacher also likes to ask them to write on the blackboard to solve problems. After class, they often huddle together to learn Chinese, mathematics, and English from each other.When encountering something she doesn't understand, the girl will write down the question on paper and pass it to the boy, and the boy will answer her on the spot, or discuss it together every other day, day after day, never falling behind.

On this day, he received another note from his girl companion, which seemed a bit mysterious.

After finishing his homework, he stopped, and the boy took out the beautifully folded note from his trouser pocket, unfolded it, and read it carefully: XXX, hello, first of all, I would like to thank you for your careful guidance and help over the past half semester , Through your doubts, I know that my grades have improved a lot, ………………….

After reading the whole article, the boy made a very mature movement, naturally spread his hands on the table, relaxed, closed his eyes slightly, raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, exhale... drink....

This is not a question that needs the boy's help to answer. It looks like a thank you letter at the beginning, but it is not a thank you letter at the end. There are several confessions like "I like you" in it, which are love letters.

Yes, the boy understood, this is a love letter, maybe because he met it for the first time, so he was quite confused, he didn't blush, and there were not too many ripples in his heart, some were just grateful, even he thought it was a love letter. The greatest spiritual consolation given by others since he failed the exam at the beginning of junior high school.

He rubbed his eyes, straightened his sitting posture, and wrote the next page with a pen. He didn't remember the rest, but he remembered the last sentence: Don't do this, we should focus on building the four modernizations of socialism, work hard !effort!It does end with an exclamation point.

That kind of tone, soaring ambition, soaring arrogance, vowing to put aside the relationship between men and women, birdman.

The note was also forwarded by the long-haired girl. The next day, their relationship changed qualitatively. Qionghua stopped discussing mathematics, English, and Chinese composition with him. Their meeting became awkward. For several days, it was a long time. Time, including her companion, that long-haired girlfriend, that look, that tone of voice, always seemed to be separated by something.

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Behind the teaching building is the student dormitory building. On the left is a concrete and steel structure with three or four floors, and on the right is a circle of low earth tile houses, surrounded by an open space. Eucalyptus trees are planted around the open space. big tree.

From the teaching building to the student dormitory, walk a long slope, pass the laboratory building and the basketball court, and pass the girls’ dormitory. The dormitory allocated by the boy’s class is in the row of low and simple clay tile houses. Go up and turn right for the second In the room, under a huge pressed tree, the wooden door was pushed open, it was gray, dark, and the light was not good, especially on a rainy day.

In the dormitory, there are five wooden frame beds placed horizontally and vertically against the wall. The upper and lower bunks are solid.

In autumn, the autumn wind leaves and the ground is trivial.

"Please pay attention, please pay attention, there may be a typhoon coming today and tomorrow. Teachers and students, please close the doors and windows and take extra precautions..." The tweeter in the school broadcasting room repeated such reminders.

In the afternoon, the wind blew up, and the clothes drying in front of the dormitory were like flags flying up and down, left and right, breaking off the hangers, like a martyr on a cliff, jumping up and spreading his arms, heroic or broken?Fluttering!

The few tall eucalyptus trees beside the tile-roofed house are dancing head-to-head frantically, going back and forth from east to west, north and south, throwing out some thin and yellowed leaves, disturbing one after another, like bees and butterflies.

The wooden door in the tile-roofed house was closed, and someone poked his head out from the balcony of the high-rise building. One or two people walked crookedly up the slope, clutching the collar with their right hand, covering their mouth and nose with their left hand, squinting their eyes, and trekking hard towards the dormitory. .

Not long after, the dark clouds were like thick smoke rising from a wildfire, twisting their ferocious figures and faces, black and rolling, completely covering the hazy yellow sky above them.

With a blinding flash, quack!Then there was a tearing sound, dark clouds, lightning, thunder rumbled, and pea-sized raindrops crackled on the tile surface and on the wooden door panel.

There was the sound of wind and rain outside the house, but there was no sound inside the house. Until nightfall, the thunder was intermittent and never stopped.

"Damn it, in this horrible weather, the rain keeps falling from the roof, how can I sleep." The upper bunk on the wooden frame bed, the boy's neighbor from the village and his classmate in elementary school, broke the silence and yelled .Then he shook his body, stretched out his head, and asked the boy on the lower bunk beseechingly, "I'll come down and sleep with you overnight, okay?"

"Well, come down." The boy didn't hesitate.

Because of his suggestion, everyone in the dormitory started to move, and the upper bunk people came down one after another.It was windy and rainy, and the night was a bit cold. The boy put the quilt from the upper bunk on the single plank bed, covered it with a sheet, and the two of them squeezed together.

Quack!There was another thunderstorm, and they hugged each other sideways, hugging tightly through a pair of baggy boxer shorts, like childhood companions, this time it was slightly different, they caught fire when they hugged, and they were hot all over. A certain part of the body is like a spring, more like a bamboo shoot that has broken through the ground after the rain.

"Are you comfortable? Come." Under the quilt, the boy seemed to be familiar with the road, and he pulled his palms hard on the back of the upper bunk, and the two of them layered together, touching, rubbing, wrapping their necks around their necks, talking softly, not even daring to breathe Too hard.

"No, this is not good." The upper bunk squirmed for a long time, turned over and let go of his hands.

Desire is like a flame in a fire pit, or rises high with the crackling of stacked firewood, or fades away with the burning and dumping firewood sticks, and dies down.The tongs went in and set it up again.

The boy pressed his thighs over, stretched out his hands, retreated from each other's loose restraints and obstacles, and touched them. Two timid egg sacs were wrapped in a wrinkled smooth leather quilt, and a cigar as long and short as an index finger was like a snail. The tentacles stick out, and a piece of thin Taiwan grass hasn't grown luxuriantly enough.

The boy pressed his whole body up, tight, tight, without gaps, glued, glued.There was a tremor, like an electric shock, every nerve in the body was like a ignited fuse, buzzing, buzzing, and then, bang!Like firecrackers, erupting, scattered, wow!The misty children's innocent applause and cheers came from the ears, as if celebrating a baptism.

"Hey, what are these?"

"What?" After subsiding, there was another timid panic and surprise in the bed. From the belly of the upper bunk, the two boys both touched something sticky like egg white. The upper bunk didn't understand this thing. The boy understood a little, that night, he was very comfortable.He hoped that such typhoon weather would come frequently, but it was useless, and the upper bunk would no longer come.