star chaser poem

-From the perspective of poetry-

School is over on Friday.

"You have made great progress this semester. The teacher hopes that you can help other students more. When others ask you questions, don't always ignore them, okay?"

Xiang Shi rolled her eyes impatiently in her heart, but she answered as well as a quail.

"it is good."

Weird.

He didn't have the heart to listen to the babbling nonsense of the flytrap at all, he just focused on suppressing the irritability in his heart and the excitement covered by irritability.

I can't say enough.

I want to go home.

Since the urticaria healed, Xiang Shi felt that she had lost a layer of skin in various senses.

The weariness of studying suddenly disappeared, as if it had never been there.

Just like the dense wheals on his body, even though it came violently at the beginning, it has disappeared without a trace now.

In contrast, my interest in learning has become unprecedentedly high; every exam is like a godsend, and the more I learn, the smoother I am.

Maybe it's because now that someone is studying with him, he's not alone anymore.

When doing the papers, Xiang Shi always asks and answers herself consciously or unconsciously:

If you want to talk about it, how to explain it here is better to understand;

The solution is solved, but there are too many steps, he must not understand it, and think of an easier method;

I really don’t know how to answer this question, and it seems very troublesome, and I’m too lazy to do it; but if I’m asked, it’s embarrassing if I can’t answer it, so I’ll study it again...

He no longer crawls blindly at the feet of the test questions as a student, but stands at the height of teaching and testing others, overlooking the content he has learned so far.

From Monday to Friday, Xiang Shi, who was imprisoned in Meishan, was holding her breath all the time, as if she was running a lonely long-distance run.

The contestants are the classmates around them, and everyone is struggling to move forward while enduring their own pain, unwilling to be left behind; but beside him, there is an invisible shadow that others can't see, appearing at the right moment when he can't hold on, always Accompany around.

The situation of living in school for a month has never happened again, and now Xiang Shi is an activist going home.

Anyone who dares to drag the hall or play a monster before school on Friday will get the highest level of disgust behind his back.

"Mom, do you have a nice perfume bottle?"

After finally sitting in the co-pilot, Xiang Shi was so happy that her voice became louder.

"Go back and look for it for you, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to make something, and I want to find a nice empty bottle."

"For a girl?"

He looked at Bai Ru reproachfully as if he had been electrocuted, and said seriously, "Give it to Fu Jing."

"Oh, it's Jingjing's birthday soon. Look, mom almost forgot." Bai Ru smiled and asked tentatively, "What do you want to give him?"

Xiang Shi deliberately turned her head away from the window, "I won't tell you."

When Fu Jing really calmed down, she seemed unable to perceive the existence of the outside world at all.

He can keep doing the same thing without sleep, without getting tired or tired.

In fact, he didn't like to sleep very much since he was a child, and he belonged to the energetic type.

Even, if you don't take the initiative to do something to consume the excess energy in your body, you will feel at a loss for the whole day.

Ever since I made up my mind to study hard, there have been more and more things that need to be busy all of a sudden.

Learning and practicing the piano are like gluttonous gluttons that cannot be satisfied no matter how much food is eaten, and a lot of time invested is swallowed up by the black hole-like stomach.

The more I learn, the more I feel that I am ignorant, and the more ignorant I am, the more I have to try my best to catch up.

As a result, those dusty parts began to run at full speed, like a mouse running on wheels, driven by restless and anxious kinetic energy, running faster and faster.

When Xiang Shi saw him again, due to lack of rest, a translucent blister grew on Fu Jing's mouth, and she couldn't speak clearly, as if she held an astringent olive under her tongue.

At this moment, he was muttering about the question stem in a low voice, with the pen cap poking at the tip of his chin, and his confused appearance looked particularly... people want to bully.

It's like watching a clumsy child who can't tie his shoelaces end up tearfully running over, hugging his leg, and begging for help from an adult.

Come and ask me.

I will.

Fu Jing seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He let out a long breath, and finally slapped the pen on the table, saying word by word, "Why are you looking at me and laughing?"

Am I laughing?

Although this sentence was not spoken, the other party seemed to have successfully read his inner voice from the expression, and stretched out his hand to pull his face, "I will make you laugh again!"

"Don't make a fool of yourself." Xiang Shi tilted her head calmly, and took the initiative to expose half of her neck, "Choose other places to attack."

This serious request made Fu Jing laugh angrily, and he gently twisted the smooth skin, "I didn't expect you to be quite burdened."

Just at this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Can mom come in? I cut some fruit for you."

The two quickly exchanged glances and quickly adjusted their posture.

"can."

In a panic, Xiang Shi took Fu Jing's pen by mistake, and the grip of the pen holder still felt warm to the touch.

They pretended to be bent over the desk, elbows squeezed elbows, and they actually fought secretly again, pushing and shoving each other.

When Bai Ru walked to Xiang Shi's side, she supported his outer shoulder in confusion, "What's wrong with your neck?"

If you don't ask, it's fine. When you ask, Fu Jing also follows Bai Ru's line of sight after hearing the sound.

Xiang Shi's skin is easier to leave marks, and there is a small red mark at the place where the neck and collarbone are about to connect.

Fu Jing was stunned for a long while, but suddenly she covered her face with her hands and laughed non-stop.

Seeing him smiling, Xiang Shi immediately pulled the mirror over and took a picture at the bottom of his neck.

Then he erected his nails decisively, scratched them vigorously back and forth on the same spot several times, and explained without changing his face: "It's a little itchy, I scratched it myself."

"The hives haven't healed yet?"

Bai Ru's expression became visibly nervous, and she was about to get closer to take a closer look.

Seeing this, Xiang Shi stepped back as if being splashed with hot oil, and bounced up at the same time, "Mom, don't look at it, I'm fine."

He made a detour to the cabinet, pretending to search for the remaining zinc oxide, "Just apply some medicine."

"Is it really okay?" Bai Ru was dubious, "Why are your ears so red?"

Now Fu Jing couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out laughing directly, the thin draft paper was turned up by his laughter.

"Auntie, he's really fine, just a little embarrassed."

Silently staring at the culprit, Xiang Shi slowly and clearly mouthed: "You, it's over."

The worried Bai Ru was finally coaxed away.

Perhaps it was because she often got into trouble when she was a child, but Fu Jing was very clever in this kind of thing, knowing that the next disaster was inevitable, she moved to the door with foresight, ready to escape at any time.

Xiang Shi's face was dark, and before the prey could react, he reached out and flicked his head.

"His..."

The victim grinned in pain, but this movement also involved the burning of the mouth, as if eating a mouthful of hot food, the lips and tongue were squeezed by the swelling pain, and there was no place to rest.

"You asked me to change places yourself."

The person opposite was unmoved, "You, let me twist it too."

"I do not want."

Almost at the same time, he quickly squeezed out through the narrow gap in the door, and his slippers ran away in such a hurry, revealing two socks with cartoon drawings on them.

"Aunt Bai, Aunt Bai, Xiang Shi hit me!"

"I don't use a cell phone."

This is the second time today that Xiang Shi has refused a stranger's request for contact information.

The girl in front of her pursed her lips, her hands tightly clasped on her chest were visibly deflated.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this way of refusing appears to be very clumsy, a lie that is so lame that it does not need to be exposed.

However, what Xiang Shi told was the truth, except for the need to contact the situation at home, he hardly turned on the phone.

Worried about running into a girl again, I had to change stores with a guilty conscience.

This kind of shop that sells cute groceries is always decorated in a dreamy way, crowded in a pink castle made of lace and butterfly structures, which makes Xiang Shi feel uncomfortable.

I just want to pick out a box and ribbon, why is it so troublesome.

He originally wanted to make up an excuse to trick Fu Jing into coming out together, and by the way, find out the other party's preferences.

As a result, the man rebuffed very simply: "I'm busy all day tomorrow."

Well, then I will buy it alone.

With Bai Ru's help, he has already found a good-looking glass bottle.

There was still some perfume left in the bottle that Xiang Shi caught a glimpse of, and he insisted that it must have expired after so long, so he took it as his own domineeringly.

It is a flat transparent round bottle.

Stars are painted on the surface of the bubble-like glass, and the bottom is cut into an obtuse angle that opens outwards, and the two sides can just stand on the table.

The base is a gradient of aqua blue, like a pool of pure copper sulfate solution, reminiscent of the color of a sea of ​​plums.

The interface of most perfume bottles is welded dead and cannot be opened.

After studying at home for a long time, Xiang Shi decided to violently disassemble it with a vise, and broke the welding place.

All that remains is to make it again with the prepared perfume bottle after returning to school next week.

weather bottle.

Mix distilled water, camphor, ethanol, potassium nitrate and ammonium chloride to form a solution, and seal it in a glass bottle.

As the temperature changes, the crystallization of the solution in the bottle will also exhibit different patterns. (*)

Kind of like a snow globe without the Christmas tree.

Meishan’s daily class schedule is very tight, and there is no free time even during the lunch break.

In order to squeeze out as much time as possible, Xiang Shihui prepared all the reagents and instruments the night before, and simply skipped eating at noon, and went into the chemistry laboratory after class.

He failed several times.

The amount of ethanol and camphor is difficult to control, and the resulting effect is either too clear or too turbid, which cannot form the ideal perfect ratio at all.

He greedily tried various colors, and finally found that the undyed pure white crystal was the most suitable for its future owner.

Failure doesn't make Xiang Shi discouraged, he just wants to cultivate the most beautiful crystal form single-mindedly.

Yesterday, when Bai Ru found out the round bottle and handed it to him, Xiang Shi could almost imagine what the weather bottle would look like when it was finally completed.

The white crystals blooming like pine needles are interlaced, and clusters of flocculent branch crystals are quietly suspended in the liquid, as if a pair of snow-white and powerful wings are separated out within the transparent and narrow barrier.

Carrying the newly bought gift box and ribbon, Xiang Shi walked on the way home.

It's very close to where they used to study.

The surroundings of the school on the rest day are unavoidably deserted. The familiar shops close their business early, and the old street buildings exude a sense of loneliness and laziness.

The dry sunlight unscrupulously fiddled with the threshold of brightness, making Xiangshi unable to open his eyes.

He walked alone through those unchanging landscapes.

Although you may feel lonely, you are not alone.

He was going to hang a small handwritten tag on the top of the weather bottle.

Just like that, I was thinking about what kind of content to write, and I laughed unconsciously.

Although his rationality told him that this look should look disgusting; but the floating joy was like a lever, easily prying the corners of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, something suddenly deprived him of his gaze.

And Xiang Shi's smile slipped from his lips in the blink of an eye and disappeared.

That force first pulled his head, then forcibly locked his neck, and finally firmly fixed his whole body.

Across the road, there were two figures, one tall and one short, walking side by side.

The tall one had very striking red hair.

He was carrying a piano bag, looked a little hunchbacked, and carried a flight case in his hand. Except for his hair, his whole body was black without exception.

The other person was half a head shorter than him. He was also carrying a piano bag and carrying a flight case, but he was wearing a black coat that didn't fit the size. The sleeves and hem were too long, which was obviously not his own clothes.

They walked and chatted in a relaxed and natural atmosphere, as if they often stayed together.

The red-haired stared straight ahead, unaware that his companion was secretly staring at him, his gaze was restrained, but he never moved away.

Looking from a distance, the temperament of the two has an indescribable similarity.

Yes, they are alike.

Xiang Shi hid in the shadow of the shopping street.The sunshine, which was still incomparably grand just now, was stingily taken back in an instant.

He watched the two people drift away in the bright world, while he, who was separated by a street, was blocked on the other side.

Impassable.

The author has something to say:

*Weather Bottle: The definition comes from Baidu Encyclopedia.

Potassium nitrate is a controlled drug and is not available in general laboratories.Do not imitate in real life.