You are like the sun and the spring breeze

When I saw him again, several years had passed, and the vigorous young man only existed in the past.Today's him has a thin face full of pain, and his body is as fragile as a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

He was sitting alone on the blue leather chair in the emergency room, bent and curled up in a ball, his hair was messy like a bush, he was wearing a black cotton coat, the corners were so badly run out that the inner core was exposed, and the shoes were the same as The mesh sneakers that are out of season, so dirty that the original color cannot be recognized, his skin is dark, the texture is rough, the needle tube penetrated into his veined hand, and the hand hanging on the handle seems to have exhausted all his strength.

I stepped forward and tried to find a suitable posture so that we could have a kind of balance and equality at this time, but it was all awkward.

In the end, I chose to squat down, looked up at his drooping face slightly, and asked, "Zhang Kan, do you still remember me? A little Yu Shufan."

The thick and messy hair and the thick black coat concealed all the slight tremors. He looked up at me, his eyes had long been gray, but he was still calm.His voice was rough and hoarse as if he had been filled with life.

"Remember, Yu Shufan."

After many years, when he said my name again, the boy in his memory was completely changed. Now he is like a young old man, not rich in wisdom, but has experienced many vicissitudes.

"Doctor Yu." The nurse interrupted the conversation that hadn't continued, "There is a patient who needs to be seen by you."

I got up, but his gaze didn't follow me, or he did, but unfortunately it was already covered by the broken hair on his forehead.

Later, when I went back to the blue sofa after seeing the emergency room, he was long gone.

I asked the nurse if he was gone, but the nurse had no memory of him.The boy who once passed by the door of the class could startle the girls' hearts like a wave, but now he can't attract anyone's attention.

"It's that dirty man, like a homeless man." Another nurse said, "He hung up a bottle of medicine and left, saying he had no money."

He appeared like that, and this situation was not unexpected to me. However, the overlapped figure of the shining young man in my impression is still sad.

"What's the disease? It can be like this." A nurse asked.

"Gastroenteritis." The other nurse paused while reviewing the diagnosis and treatment records. She frowned and continued: "Not only that, he also saw it in our hospital before. He had a broken hand, appendicitis, heart, and blood pressure problems."

I looked at the vacant seat and the traces of his sitting, and silently recited his name——Zhang Kan.The boy in my memory looked back, amidst the chirping of cicadas in summer and under the scorching sun, he rode a mountain bike with his body half bowed, riding the wind all the way forward, ignoring everyone behind him, and naturally including me.

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15 年前

When I was 12 years old, I entered Class [-], Grade [-], Liuzhen Primary School as a transfer student.My parents owed huge debts because of business failures, and they couldn't support me and my younger brother to go to school in Beijing at the same time. In the end, they chose to let me go back to Liuzhen.The reason is that my younger brother is still young, and even if I continue to study in Beijing, I will not be able to take the college entrance examination because of the household registration problem, so I simply go back to my hometown directly to save the trouble of transferring to another school in the future.So, with a ticket, I returned to Liuzhen alone, as if I was exiled, this hometown was completely unfamiliar to me.

I live in a teacher's home. Her surname is Wang. She teaches junior high school Chinese. She is a relative of my mother. Her husband works outside the home all the year round. She and her mother-in-law Wanjun live in the five-story house. Graceful and amiable.Three years ago, she began to accept child care, full-time child care, half-care and tutoring. People like me whose parents are away and have no relatives or friends to rely on at home are naturally a member of the full-time child care class.What's more special is that I don't live in the dormitory prepared by Teacher Wang for the students, but sleep with Grandma Wanjun. Except for the Spring Festival, I also spend all the holidays with her and Grandma Wanjun.

The teacher's house is very close to Liuzhen No. [-] Middle School, and a little farther away from No. [-] Middle School. I have to ride to and from school.I wheeled out of the yard a red folding bike that was the most expensive money my parents had ever spent on me since they were bankrupt.The junior high school students around looked at me with a smirk, but refused to say a word to me. As the only primary school student in the nursery class, I was obviously excluded.

"Ride slowly, you are not as tall as a car!" one of the boys teased.

However, I did look ridiculous at the time.A short man, holding a car that is a little taller than himself with his hands, and the seat is also very high. I need to stand on the steps to sit on it, like an underdeveloped car thief.This was adjusted by my grandma. I guess she didn't think about height at the beginning.

Originally, I wanted to force myself to sit on it, but it's only a 10-minute drive away, so I just need to get used to it.But I was really angry, so I twisted the screw twice to lower the front of the car, and the seat was the same.

Finally, under the gaze of a group of junior high school students, I took the first step to the new school. Liuzhen in September is something I have never seen before. Fields surround the path, rape blossoms bloom all around, and the wind is humid and warm. You can only get rid of this sticky weather if you ride your bike and leave the wind behind you. touch.When I passed a wide road, I didn’t see a traffic light, but many people on bicycles and motorbikes crossed the road like carps crossing the river. I remembered my parents’ advice: “Many places in my hometown are different from Beijing. You have to get used to it.” , don’t be an outlier.”

So, even though I grew up in the city, I thought that walking on the road without traffic lights was equivalent to being desperate, but looking at the scene in front of me, I decided to give it a go. After all, this is the only way to go to school.I put my foot on the pedal, gripped the brakes just in case, stomped hard, and started to cross the road without any rules.Just as I was about to cheer for my first time wild, the front of the car suddenly came loose, and the body suddenly returned to the factory settings like a Transformer, folded into a ball, and I was thrown hard by it on the gravel-strewn road.

The elbow was bleeding, mixed with dust, gray and red. Fortunately, the school uniform pants were trousers, and the lower body was only stained with dirt.However, the biggest problem is the broken car in front of me. I remember my parents pushing this car and telling me to "cherish it" over and over again.Ignoring the pain in my body, I helped it up, but unexpectedly, the broken car was more difficult to control than before, and I fell to the ground again with my unstable center of gravity.Pedestrians on the road rode their undamaged bicycles and motorcycles, their eyes were full of inquiry, but none of them stopped to help me.

The church bell rang in the distance, a total of 8 times, announcing that I was late for the first day of school.I sat on the ground blankly, looking like I was giving up on myself, the soreness in my heart mixed with the scars that were blown by the wind, and hit my tear glands violently.

Just when tears were about to completely blur my vision, a blue and white mountain bike was speeding past. The boy in the car was half-bowed, far away from the seat, like a mountain towering in the wind, in stark contrast to my ridiculous appearance.

Patta, several huge teardrops dripped down one after another, allowing me to see the boy's back slightly. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a few green stripes under the T-shirt, a pair of washed blue jeans, and a pair of Airforce1. The junior high school boys in the care class showed off the shoes, so I remember.

His back is as pure and vigorous as a summer day, and I, who is disheartened, seem to be in two time and space with him.

But at this moment, he stopped, and his footsteps led the car back step by step, crossing an invisible line, and came to my time and space.

"You're a little one, right? Did you fall hard?" His voice was in the early stages of changing, like an unripe peach, refreshing and crisp.

When I saw his back, I thought he was a junior high school student, but when he faced me, he was about my age.

I nodded.

He leaned the car against a tree stump not far away, then ran up to me again, stretched out his hand, and said, "Get up first, try to see if you can still walk?"

His palms were facing me, but I didn't dare to put my hands on them. After hesitating for a long time, these dusty hands were finally placed on his arms.

After I got up, I staggered, and said to him: "You can go, thank you." However, at the age of 12, I was awkward and shy, and the thank you was almost inaudible.

"It's okay." He smiled, like the sun, which filled his heart, "What year and class do you work in?"

I stared blankly at his smile, which in his eyes might be vigilance, so he explained: "I am also a small child, and I only stopped when I saw your school uniform."

"Class [-], Grade [-]."

His eyes were as clear as spring water, full of joy, "My classmate, you transferred here?"

While talking, he already knelt down to help me reassemble the broken car.I nodded dumbly, but forgot that he was lowering his head to fix the car seat. Maybe because he didn't hear my answer, he raised his face and asked again: "Where did you get it from?"

I didn't dare to look at him, but I didn't want to turn my head away. I was afraid of being impolite. In the end, I only turned away a little bit, focused my eyes on the rapeseed field not far away, and replied, "Beijing."

"Beijing," he repeated the place name thoughtfully, "I used to go there with my family when I was young."

I didn't answer, and while he was concentrating on competing with my car, I secretly glanced at his profile.A blunt face, there was still some baby fat on his face at that time, but it was completely worn away later, and I discovered his sharp jawline.His facial features are stretched, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle, his skin is not dark, a little wheat-colored, Liuzhen is close to the sea, and a person who has been blown by the sea wind all the year round has such skin. He has a necklace on his neck, because the pendant is hidden. Inside the clothes, there is no pattern to be seen.

"Okay." After I observed his profile, the repair work was completed, "It should be fine now."

"Thank you." I took the front of the car and swung it a little bit, it was very firm.

He smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment: "You are welcome, we are all classmates. Do you know the way to school?"

"I know." Before school started, Teacher Wang took me along this road twice.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

I just wanted to ask him, don't you want to go together, but he suddenly turned around and asked, "Student, what's your name?"

"Yu Shufan."

After repeating it twice, he said: "Shufan, discuss something with you, don't tell the teacher that I helped you, can you?"

Shufan, people in Liuzhen seldom call each other by first and last name, it seems that it is impolite and unkind. When I first arrived at Mr. Wang's house, they all called me Shufan.Such a title is extremely awkward to me, but when he pronounced it, it sounded pleasant to his ears.

"Isn't it a good thing to help others?"

"It's a good thing. But" he looked a little embarrassed, "I have to go to have breakfast, and I definitely can't go to work with you. I'm too lazy to explain so much, so I just kept saying that I overslept. Anyway, Lao Yan is used to it."

"Old Yan?"

Seeing my confused face, he kindly explained: "Old Yan is me, no, it's our homeroom teacher who teaches mathematics. It's terrible. If you fail in the exam, she will beat you."

Isn't this corporal punishment?As a newcomer, I was intimidated by the teaching atmosphere in Liuzhen. It is illegal to punish students physically, but the teenager in front of me didn't care.He was full of thoughts about having breakfast quickly, waved to me, and hurried away on his bicycle.

That day, I explained the reason for being late to the teacher in charge. I didn’t mention anything about Zhang Kan’s help. I only said that a kind person passing by helped me reinstall the car.The head teacher didn't make things difficult for me, and said, "Don't ride such a flashy car in the future, it's a waste of time."

When the head teacher brought me into the class, I was in English class. She greeted the English teacher and asked me to sit in the last row for a while, because the school had just started, and the seat would be reassigned in the afternoon.

Although there is no self-introduction of the transfer student standing on the podium, it does not prevent the eyes of the whole class from focusing on me. Feeling those eyes, I tightened the shoulder strap of the schoolbag in my hand and waited until I was seated. At that time, there was already a thin layer of sweat on the palm of the hand.Sitting next to me was a girl wearing glasses. She smiled at me and looked at the English textbook again.

"Okay, turn to the second page of the book and read the words." The English teacher knocked on the podium and pulled back the eyes around me.

As soon as I took out the textbook, I heard a crisp "report!" from the door

The tone, smug and proud, as if being late was a big deal.He stood at the door of the class, with his chest raised and his head raised, he didn't take it seriously, and still held a half cup of unfinished soy milk in his hand.

There were rustlings around, whispering to each other, discussing the belated boy.

"Zhang Kan, why is it you again? You and Fang Yu are late every day." The English teacher said angrily.

At this time, a voice came from the window, his tone was sloppy, like a complete gangster: "Teacher, I am wronged! Today I arrived at class on time. You say that, but I have to be responsible~"

After finishing speaking, the class burst into laughter.

The English teacher was a young woman with a thin skin, she blushed instantly, she slapped the podium twice angrily with the pointer, "Quiet!" "Quiet!"

And at this time, Zhang Kan, with a look of indifference to the world, leaned against the door frame, waiting for the end of this farce

"If you don't be quiet, everyone will be fined to copy the first unit!" As soon as these words came out, the class was pressed on the mute button.

That day, the English teacher asked Zhang Kan and the boy who looked like a gangster to stand at the back of the classroom as punishment.Zhang Kan looked indifferent. He walked to his seat, threw away his messenger bag, and stood in front of the blackboard newspaper at the end of the classroom, behind me.

When the whole class was reading aloud, I turned my head and caught his appearance from the corner of my eye. He was looking out of the window without saying a word. I followed him and looked out of the window. It was a cloudless day.

His name was Zhang Kan, and he was 12 years old at the time. The baby fat had not yet faded from his face, and he had the vigor of a young man.