depicting time

"Dang-dang-dang."

The bell tower of No. [-] Middle School in District A rings the bell on time at sunset.

The deep and distant bells spread to every corner of the campus. The classes in the physical education class on the playground soon heard a whistle from the physical education teacher and ran back to the assembly point to wait for the get out of class to end.

The sound of the bell also spread into the teaching building, disturbing the quiet classroom.

It also woke Xu Yan, who was propped up on the table with one hand, and was drowsy.

When the bell stopped, Teacher Xia on the podium put down the test paper that he had just finished, and said, "In two weeks, we will finish all the content in high school, and soon we will enter the big round of review. "

Even though the students sitting in the audience are all the top students of this school, she still reminded, "Students, the third year of high school is coming soon, so we can't be lazy anymore."

Some people take this sentence as a joke, while others take it as useful advice and keep it in their hearts.

After the teacher announced that get out of class was over, he looked towards the back row of the classroom. Just as Xu Yan got out of sleepiness, he heard the teacher call his name, "Xu Yan, come with me to the office."

There were only the two of them in the office, so the teacher let go of his voice and said, "Xu Yan, this week is the second time I see you sleeping in class."

"Is Chinese class so unimportant to you?"

Xu Yan's Chinese score has always been ranked first in the school, and his ranking has never changed.Therefore, his behavior of sleeping in class will be regarded by the Chinese teacher as ignoring the Chinese class.

Xu Yan said frankly, "Teacher, I did the questions last night too late, in fact...

I started to feel sleepy in the first class. "

He spoke very honestly, showing that he was not only sleepy in Chinese class.

The Chinese teacher, Miss Xia, was not happy because of this answer. As the class teacher, she cared very much about the problems that every student showed.

She looked at Xu Yan and said worriedly, "Xu Yan, our class is a top class, and the 38 students in the class are all top students, but not everyone can understand the truth of others, facing their situation, I will only Advise them to calm down and study hard. And you, the teacher just wants to advise you to relax a little and not to put so much pressure on yourself."

"You can't concentrate in class, and you won't be able to learn what you've learned by staying up late at night, which will actually affect your grades."

"Study requires efficiency, and you can't get good grades just by studying hard. What's more, you are a smart child, and you don't need to study hard to improve your grades."

Xu Yan kept his head down and listened, as if he had listened, but when he raised his head to look at the teacher, with grievance in his eyes, he replied in a low voice, "Yes, teacher..."

Teacher Xia was even more worried, "Xu Yan, your partial subjects are not serious, so you don't need to spend so much time on mathematics, physics and chemistry."

"You can still rank in the top ten in the experimental class, which is already a good result. You don't have to put so much pressure on yourself."

She could only hear Xu Yan whispering back, "Yes."

Teacher Xia wanted to give Xu Yan some self-confidence. She couldn't figure out why a child who was good enough would keep doubting his abilities.

But she is a Chinese teacher after all, her affirmation can only be regarded as encouragement in Xu Yan's heart.

"Go back and think about it carefully, and adjust your state."

That's all she said, it depends on whether Xu Yan can figure it out.

In fact, Xu Yan can think clearly in any aspect, and he will be too demanding on one thing, often because of external pressure.

More precisely, it was because of parental pressure.

Xu Yan's family has a Friday ritual. On Friday, either Xu Hengyuan or Zhang Juanning must have dinner with Xu Yan.

The two of them will sit at the dinner table for one person a week according to the 'duty schedule'.It's a normal routine, and I have dinner with Xu Yan once a week.

But what the two of them would say at the dinner table was always the same.

Xu Hengyuan never picked the right time to speak, he would say what Xu Yan thought of when he saw it.

He remembered the report card he received last week. In his opinion, his grades in certain areas were not ideal, "Xu Yan, let me see your science grades go up in the next monthly exam."

He finished the sentence almost in a commanding tone.

Xu Yan raised his head, not daring to move his chopsticks, and defended himself, "My score is already improving."

Xu Hengyuan frowned, "Is it an improvement if you raise two or three points? You still haven't spent time studying. As long as you spend time in science, your grades will definitely improve. It won't be like you that has been stagnant."

He was impatient again.

Putting down the chopsticks and getting up from the table, put on the suit jacket and said with some complaints, "It's too late to have a meal with you."

And before going out, he became like a father again, telling Xu Yan, "Go to bed early at night, don't wait for us."

Xu Yan would always forgive him for all his indifferent behavior because of the little warmth he showed.

He also heard Xu Hengyuan say, "Study hard at home, don't be playful."

The door was closed by him, and the room was instantly empty, only Xu Yan was left.

After clearing the dining table, Xu Yan followed Xu Hengyuan's instructions and returned to his bedroom to study hard.

It only took him an hour to finish his English and Chinese homework, and left the rest of the time for science, which Xu Hengyuan cared about very much.

In terms of children's study guidance, Xu Hengyuan would only give simple and superior advice, never spending energy on tutoring.

Xu Yan would think... these math problems and physics problems that he thought were very difficult to solve... in the eyes of his father, they were all childish and simple problems.

And he was stumped time and time again by such naive and simple questions.

The last few multiple-choice questions and the last two big questions on the math test paper often took Xu Yan the most time.

The test paper was still clean, but the draft book under Xu Yan's hands was already full of traces on one page after another.

For every difficult problem, he has to go through repeated calculations over and over again on the draft paper. Most of the time it is useless steps, and there is no close to the real answer.

The longer the useless time is spent, the more anxious he will be.

One question is a difficulty, and he always has to grope for a long time to find the correct solution.

And sometimes, you're lucky to figure out the answer, no matter how long it takes.

Xu Yan is most afraid of encountering... a problem that he really can't do anything about.

For today's last question, I told Xu Yan again, 'There is nothing you can do'.

An hour, two hours passed slowly, and at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Xu Yan was still stuck on this question.

He looked at the steps to do the questions he had written down earlier, they were all scribbles without thinking.

Xu Hengyuan's feeling of oppression has always been hanging in Xu Yan's heart, persecuting him all the time, making him hate his own incompetence every time he is helpless in the face of a problem.

He tore up the draft paper and asked himself in a low voice, "Why can't it be done...how can it not be done..."

"They can do it...why can't I do it... Am I really that stupid?"

In fact, he is not angry, but afraid.

I am afraid that my failure this time will make my parents dissatisfied.

Tears fell on the test paper and wet the clean surface.Xu Yan was very stubborn at this time, and would not put down his pen easily. As long as he had time, he would continue to stay up all night and continue thinking.

And when he was still trying to solve the problem on the draft paper, he heard the doorbell ringing from outside the bedroom door.

It wasn't until Xu Yan came to the door that he began to wonder. His parents rarely went home without a key, and ringing the doorbell was not their style.Xu Yan cautiously turned on the surveillance video outside the door, and in an instant, a strange man appeared on the display.

At the moment when the video was turned on, he looked at the surveillance location, a smile appeared on his originally serious face, and he shouted, "Xu Yan."

Xu Yan felt that he said his name in an overly intimate tone, as if they had known each other for a long time.

And the people outside the door approached the surveillance again, and the eyes displayed on the monitor were staring at Xu Yan.He smiled and asked, "Will you not open the door for me?"

The tone was as natural as if this was his home.

When Xu Yan heard his voice and subconsciously opened the door, he felt that he must be crazy to open the door for a stranger.

And the next second the stranger walked into his house and hugged him tightly.

Xu Yan felt the familiar temperature. He didn't know how long he had been standing outside the house. His body was not cold at all, only a very warm body temperature.

Xu Yan froze in place, not knowing what to do next, when he heard him say, "I finally found you."

He spoke with sincerity, as if he had been looking for him for a long time, and he was really lucky to have found him.

Xu Yan didn't push him away, but asked, "Who are you?"

Song Ting knew that Xu Yan had lost his memory, but he still asked, "Xu Yan, have you forgotten me?"

His tone sounded sad.

This was Xu Yan's first instinct.

Then I heard the person holding him say, "This is not your home."

"Xu Hengyuan and the others are not your family, I am your family."

What he said was getting more and more strange. Xu Yan couldn't understand him at all, but he didn't show any resistance.

He was just curious, "Who the hell are you?"

Song Ting let go of Xu Yan, lowered his head, brought his face close to Xu Yan's, and said,

"Do you feel very familiar when you see my face, but you can't remember who I am?"

Xu Yan's eyes widened in surprise when his mind was hit.

"We were originally..."

Song Ting's words were interrupted by Zhang Junning who came back suddenly, and he immediately disappeared.

Xu Yan was still in an unbelievable mood, when he suddenly saw Zhang Junning coming home, he was so frightened that he wanted to hide Song Ting.

However, when Zhang Juanning walked into the room, he seemed to be the only one in sight, without seeing the other person in the room at all, and asked, "Xu Yan, why are you standing at the door? You won't study at night?"

Xu Yan subconsciously lied, "I just came out of the toilet..."

He went back to the bedroom and closed the door.

Xu Yan stared at Song Ting for a long time with a puzzled face, and he had a strange guess, "Are you my hallucination?"

"Why can only I see you?"

The real reason why Song Ting didn't show up in front of other people was that he had to avoid Gao Shengcheng's surveillance.When he first met Xu Yan, he was eager to explain everything, but at this moment, he changed his mind.

He replied, "Because I'm only here for you."

Xu Yan was puzzled by what he heard, but his heart was truly touched.He asked, "Where are you from?"

Song Ting replied, "In the future, ten years later, we will meet again."

ten years……

A long distance.

Xu Yan thought so in his heart.

Song Ting saw the test paper on the table and the wet tears on the test paper.He knew it in his heart, looked at Xu Yan with eyes full of pity, brushed his fingertips gently under the corner of his eyes, and asked, "Have you ever cried?"

He guessed too accurately, as if he knew him well...

At this time, Xu Yan still couldn't think of love, so he guessed, "Are you another me?"

It was Song Ting's turn to feel puzzled, "Why do you think so?"

Xu Yan said, "Because I want to be someone like you."

He doesn't believe in the distance of ten years, because according to his normal life trajectory, it is impossible to meet such a person in the future.

On the contrary, he was willing to believe that Song Ting was another self he dreamed up.

When Xu Yan said a word, a familiar brilliance bloomed in his eyes.

Song Ting followed his thoughts and said, "Yes, I am your illusion."

"So don't tell anyone about my existence. Once I do, I won't be able to see you."

Xu Yan, who was only 15 years old and pure in heart, believed his words.Asked, "What's the use of imagining you?"

Song Ting pointed to the test paper on the table and said, "I can help you with the questions."

Xu Yan asked in surprise, "Really?"