Long Island High School

Song Jing has always been a perfect child and never made mistakes.Once this happened, Grandma Song Jing couldn't accept it at all.Song Jing's parents are not around, this child has always been her responsibility, and the responsibility is still heavy.She worked hard and took good care of him, for fear that the child would learn to be a little bit worse.She has a good face, but also wants to be strong, so she is strict with Song Jing, and she doesn't want to be said that she has been raised by her daughter and son-in-law.Fortunately, Song Jing is very good, but he has been good for so many years, if he makes a mistake, it is a big mistake.What face does she have.

The whole family fell into a decadent atmosphere.This atmosphere also includes the school, teachers, and classmates. Everyone's eyes on Song Jing have changed.

It is just a joke for bad students to make mistakes, but it is unforgivable for good students to make mistakes.

His grandma had been ill for more than a week, and the family had no one to support him. His mother took a long vacation.This is probably the longest time Xu Hui spent with his son since he grew up.

The house was deserted, and Song Jing seldom spoke. After staying at home for two days, he went back to school.As usual, he left early and returned late, and he could still eat the meals made by Xu Hui when he came back.

His mother's cooking skills are not very good, but she can still eat.Song Jing ate very little, and soon went into the room to do homework.Until it rained that day, Song Jing came back in a daze, drenched all over.

Xu Hui quickly brought him a towel, Song Jing was stunned for a while, then walked into the room and closed the door.

With He Wenzhou gone, the turmoil in the school gradually subsided, and grandma was discharged from the hospital. Everything seemed to be back to the way it was before.All the people and things that could prove that love disappeared, as if it never happened.He Wenzhou denied their love, the school teacher told him to give up, his classmates laughed at him for being abandoned, his grandma said to him at the dinner table: just leave, it's just right.You and your mother apologized and said that this problem will definitely be corrected in the future.You are still our good boy.

Why is everyone forcing him, and why is everyone obliterating him?

No one remembers, he remembers; no one proves, he proves.Even if everyone says it doesn't exist and it's fake, he still sticks to it.

He never forgot or regretted it. What happened happened, it happened.

"Good boy" and "good student" have troubled him for more than ten years. On this day, he suddenly didn't want to do it.

"I am not wrong."

A slap came over, and Xu Hui screamed, unable to stop her mother.

"You stand in the corner and punish me, and you are not allowed to eat if you don't reflect on your mistakes!"

Song Jing walked to the corner with his head down, his grandma's eyes were full of tears, and she went into the room with a cold heart.

Song Jing stood in the corner for most of the night, was rescued by Xu Hui, and pushed to the room before falling asleep.

Song Jing went to school in an increasingly suffocating family atmosphere. As the college entrance examination approached, his mood became worse and worse.It took him a long time to understand the questions explained by the teacher. He was often in a daze and had no patience to do the questions.The lessons during the day were all perfunctory by him, and it was even more difficult at night.He didn't expect that evening self-study was so difficult.He didn't even feel it before.Everyone is reviewing with their heads down, and the classroom is full of silence, except for the pen rubbing against the paper, there is no other sound.He started skipping classes and running laps around the playground at night.Skipping class made him relax a little, but there seemed to be no shadow of their once passionate love everywhere in the dark playground. He Wenzhou held his hand here, He Wenzhou hugged him, and He Wenzhou pressed him against the courtyard wall.The ubiquitous He Wenzhou, after finishing the lap, lay down on the rubber track and looked up at the stars in the sky.

He Wenzhou was gone, and he didn't really understand until a long time later.

He will not be here anymore, even with his love that ended without a disease.

Did it ever exist? Over time, even Song Jing questioned it.

He couldn't figure it out.

In the activity class in the afternoon, he sat in the classroom and pretended to do the questions, but he even learned to be lazy.The squad leader distributed the test papers. It was a small test. Song Jing scored 85 points for the first time, and he never dropped 99 points for the [-]-point question.This time the last two big questions, he obviously will do it, but he didn't do it.Looking out of the window, a swallow landed on the window sill, pecked its feathers, flapped its wings and flew away.He looked at it for a long time, but didn't do those two questions.The teacher didn't dare to say anything about him, so the deskmate glanced at his paper, then turned around and gossiped with the people behind him.

He got up, packed his schoolbag, and skipped his evening self-study together.

This is the first time he has skipped class openly.

Go out of the school gate openly and aboveboard during non-school time.

He also lied, telling the guard that he was sick and asked for leave, and that he felt relaxed and refreshed for no reason when he walked out of the campus.

He had nowhere to go and couldn't go home, so he wandered the streets.He hasn't played much for more than ten years, even if he was with He Wenzhou, he didn't play.Always forcing and persuading He Wenzhou, busy with him, busy, and in the end I don't know what I was busy with.

He walked to the night market, and there was a group of youngsters at the entrance of the night market, probably bad boys who didn't go to school and mixed with society, occupying several pool tables, there was a karaoke at the door, and a bald boy was yelling.There is a dirty barbecue restaurant in the back, and many people have gathered in the evening, including grandpas and aunts taking a walk, construction workers after work, and idlers nearby.They played cards, drank, and sang karaoke, which was very lively.When the lights came on, Song Jing walked in wearing a school uniform, looking out of place.

He put his schoolbag on the stool next to him, and sat at the small table by himself, still looking like a good student.The proprietress had never entertained such a small guest before, so she went over hesitantly when she saw him sitting down: "What do you want?"

Song Jing looked at the menu on the table, ordered a few barbecues, a plate of beef fried noodles, and then looked at the table of those delinquent boys: "Two more bottles of beer."

The proprietress looked at him suspiciously: "Are you full?"

Song Jing said calmly, "I'm nineteen."

The proprietress went in with the menu.

He Wenzhou said that those are all fake, the kiss is fake, the bed is fake, and the future together is also fake.It's teasing, joking, just for fun, why?

He couldn't figure it out.

Is he that bad?

After persuading him for so long, do you still want to learn to be bad?

Is doing bad things that good?

The proprietress didn't dare to bottle it for him, so she only gave him two bottles of Tsingtao.He opened the pull ring, poured himself a cup, facing the vast sky and earth, he tilted his head and took a sip.

So what if you are not a good student?

Is it easy to be a bad student?Is it possible to get close to him and figure it out if he learns badly?

When he drank the wine, he felt bitter and tasteless.He didn't believe in evil, so he ordered another bottle of Erguotou.The proprietress looked at him dumbfounded: "Kids, don't drink indiscriminately."

Without saying a word, he poured a glass of Erguotou, then raised his head and took another sip.

This time he was unprepared, it was so hot and choking that tears came out of his eyes.

He just drank Erguotou in his school uniform, ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, and kept drinking by himself.At the beginning, it was so hot that he burst into tears, but then he drank it hard, and he kept drinking that cup without changing his expression.

The proprietress was terrified, took the bottle away, and drove him away.

He has a white skin and no symptoms of drunkenness.After paying the money, I took my schoolbag and left. I watched them play billiards for a while on the way.A boy greeted him to come and play together.He said he wouldn't, and the group of punks laughed loudly.

He walked along the night market, feeling no emotion, walked to the street corner, was almost home, and bought a pack of cigarettes.It was the first time he smoked, he lit a lighter, and the dancing flames shone on his face. Redness, constant coughing.But he didn't give up. He watched a few middle-aged men playing mahjong with cigarettes in their mouths at the street corner. He followed suit and took a few more puffs. The smoke could be sprayed out naturally, curling up in the air, blurring his face.

He is ice-snow and smart, and he can learn from bad ones.

At the door of the house, he finished smoking a few cigarettes, hid the cigarette pack in his arms, rinsed his mouth with mineral water, and entered the house.

Since then, he has had a smoking problem.It's not an addiction, but I smoke when I'm stressed.When he was in college, he started buying cigarettes for girls, and after smoking them on the balcony, everyone in the dormitory stared at him.

After that night, Song Jing still went to school obediently, but occasionally skipped class, and would hide on the roof to smoke.

His mother can't stay here, she still has work, husband and second child in Beijing, she is also worried.On the day of leaving, Xu Hui bought him a new computer, went shopping and bought clothes, daily necessities and a suitcase.After the college entrance examination, she will not come back.

Everyone firmly believes that he will definitely get into the ideal university. No one knows that he can't sleep, eats very little, can't read books, and the test booklet is empty.

His mother seemed to smell the smoke on his body. When eating together, Xu Hui suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Song Jing looked up at her.

Xu Hui suddenly blushed and said, "I'm sorry, it's my mother's negligence. You can do whatever you want in the future. It's not your fault, it's my fault. Don't hold back."