sunk in yesterday

Xia Zhuo was forced to get up before dawn the next day.

Thanks to the commotion last night, he slept soundly all night without having any messy dreams.

When talking with Guan Yuzhou, the other party's eyes were meaningful, as if he was making some long-term plans.The sight made Xia Zhuo feel hairy all over, so he hurriedly slipped to wash up and escaped unharmed.

The four of them gathered by the tree downstairs in the dormitory. Xia Zhuo suddenly remembered that the first time he acted with Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang wrote something with a branch under this tree.

The relationship is much better now, and he doesn't intend to ask again.Everyone has secrets that they don't want to tell others. At that time, they acted so flustered, it was obvious that they didn't want others to know.

"Here?" A long distance away, Uncle Yang put one hand in his pocket and waved the other in the air, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

The floral skirt stood beside him, turned her head and asked, "Aren't we going to the cafeteria?"

"It's too late." Uncle Yang said: "Breakfast starts at six o'clock, so it will take two, three, ten minutes to eat."

"That's it, hehe, when I got up, I wondered if I would be late for breakfast." The floral skirt took out her pocket, and took out two handfuls of biscuits as if she was ready: "I got points last night, salty Taste, you take it all, if it’s not enough for me, I still have it here.”

"I have eaten with Teacher Guan." Xia Zhuo only took one piece from it, and pushed the rest back.

It's not that he's embarrassed to ask for the little girl's things. Except for Guan Yuzhou, he doesn't have the word "embarrassed" in his dictionary.He was telling the truth, he was fed by Guan Yuzhou when he was waking up in bed, and his stomach is still bulging.

The floral skirt was a little moved, and it wasn't that she had been taken away before, but the rewards for being taken away were quite high, and it was the first time they met someone like the three of them who was so relaxed.

"Then tell me if you are hungry, I still have compressed dry food here."

Xia Zhuo had eaten that stuff, it was dry and had an unpalatable taste, he waved his hand in disgust: "No, keep it for yourself."

Being used to being raised by Guan Yuzhou, he has quite a bad taste now.

This kind of compressed food is very important in the dream. They are lucky and often have no shortage of supplies. If they are unlucky and enter the barren mountains several times in a row, this kind of thing that he despises can save more than one life.

"Yeah, you keep it for yourself, we are all big men, we need to earn for ourselves." Uncle Yang also insisted on refusing, and took a small piece of meaning from her just like Xia Zhuo.

"thanks……"

"Don't thank me, let's go." The morning breeze made people drowsy and ran away, Xia Zhuo stretched himself. "Uncle Li will go to the playground first after entering the school. Let's go to the school gate, and the road will not diverge."

Uncle Yang: "He will definitely lend us a car?"

"It should be." Xia Zhuo didn't take this matter to heart: "If it's not good enough, steal it. We still have a car key."

What was taken away last time was not recycled, and it is still kept by Guan Yuzhou.As long as the car is the same, they will be able to drive.

There was a faint light in the sky, Xia Zhuo looked into the distance: "Is the sun rising soon?"

The floral skirt said: "It should be..."

"That's great, I want to watch the sunrise too." Xia Zhuo looked over there eagerly.

"The main reason for our climbers to climb the mountain is to watch the sunrise." Seeing his expression, Uncle Yang said with a smile: "Although the sun rises and sets every day, every sunrise is unique."

Guan Yuzhou suddenly said: "Have you heard of the Eureka moment? It is also called 'Eureka moment', and it is called the moment of inspiration."

Uncle Yang said: "I have heard about it a little bit, how do you talk about it?"

"When the sun rises, it is the time when human beings have an epiphany. It is said that if you look at the sun at this time, you will see the person you want to see the most."

Uncle Yang was stunned for a moment: "Can you really see it?"

Guan Yuzhou said: "It depends on what the people at Sunrise think."

Xia Zhuo walked over with a smile: "Then it doesn't matter if I watch the sunrise or not, Mr. Guan is right here."

Guan Yuzhou laughed along with him: "Such a sweet mouth?"

"Yeah, do you want to try it?"

Guan Yuzhou lowered his head and approached his ear: "The butt doesn't hurt anymore?"

Xia Zhuo immediately yelled and jumped two meters away three times: "Are you poisonous!"

Stop mentioning it!If you mention it again, the relationship will break!

He put on a posture that a soldier can kill but can't be humiliated, and finally made Guan Yuzhou shut up on his own initiative.

The clues given by Bing Yan were pretty much the same. As soon as they set foot on the spacious boulevard, an electric tricycle creaked and swayed towards him.

Having never had close contact with the old man in the car, the floral skirt's impression of him was still the gloomy expression on the day he first arrived, and he slowed down in embarrassment.However, Xia Zhuo had dealt with him before, so he stepped forward carelessly and blocked the car in the middle of the road.

Uncle Li saw that they were approaching menacingly, and immediately braked to a stop, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from the patched cloth bag slung across his shoulder, which was a permit to enter and exit the campus.

"I stopped you to trouble you with something." Xia Zhuo explained the purpose of coming without a break: "We are going down the mountain to do business, and we don't have a car at hand. I want to borrow it from you."

Uncle Li was very puzzled: "My car can't run fast, it takes a long time to go back and forth."

"It's fine to walk faster than your legs. I'll send it back to you before the sun goes down. The four of us are all teachers in the school. Integrity comes first."

"This……"

"How about that, I'll give you a deposit." Xia Zhuo fumbled for an envelope, which contained twenty red tickets.

The bright colors almost blinded people's eyes, and Uncle Yang was startled: "Where did you get the money?"

The old lady still owes tens of dollars!

"The people's hard-earned money that was collected." Xia Zhuo said nonsense, this is the New Year's money that Wei Jiaxiang's mother sent him. He felt that it was a bit embarrassing for people who were almost thirty to take the New Year's money, so he took it for the time being.

Uncle Li hurriedly got out of the car. His car was not worth 2000 yuan, but this man gave him so much deposit directly.

"Forget about the deposit, we don't have so many opinions in the countryside, just take it if you want to use it, and return it when you're done."

The four thanked each other, and Uncle Yang took the title of "old driver" and took the driver's seat first.They sat in the car and drove towards the school gate. Uncle Li didn't move, just watched them from behind, as if he wanted to remember them firmly.

After the car rode a little farther, the floral skirt dared to speak: "I didn't expect him to be very nice."

The process was so smooth that Xia Zhuo was a little surprised, but it seemed to be expected.

"This car can be regarded as his only money-making tool, and it may be all his belongings."

After having a problem with his legs and feet, Uncle Li could only rely on this car to sell some waste products. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, he left home for school early in the morning. How much money depends on how much recyclable waste the school can produce.

Later, when Hu Zimo had an accident, the doorman resigned, and the principal took him over to watch the door temporarily in order to save money, so he could barely let him eat.

He couldn't help thinking: Where did Uncle Li go after the school closed down?

"What are you thinking?" Seeing him lost in thought, Guan Yuzhou asked.

Xia Zhuo shook her head: "I didn't think about anything... I just think life is so difficult."

Uncle Yang in front heard it, and he said "hi": "How old are you? It's not your turn to hurt the spring and the autumn."

"It's not as serious as being sad. It's just that after this dream, from beginning to end, it seems to say 'good people are not rewarded'."

The people in the guard room changed their guards, not the young man they saw yesterday, but a tall, thin middle-aged man.

He was familiar with a few people, remembering that he had seen them on the list of teachers, and he opened the door and window to say hello: "Going out to do some errands?"

"Yes, go shopping." Xia Zhuo made an excuse before collecting the stack of money.

"Didn't the little girl in the cafeteria just go shopping two days ago? Why did you go there again, and there are so many people?" The guard was just curious, and said so much.

"Too many reporters come, not enough to entertain."

"Alright then, be careful on your way—"

The guard's voice stopped abruptly, and they drove out of the school circle.

It rained heavily last night, the road was muddy, and the wheels rolled up and splashed water continuously.

The air inhaled into the nasal cavity was damp with a rotten smell, instantly driving away the residual temperature on their bodies.Xia Zhuo tilted her head and leaned against Guan Yuzhou's shoulder, intending to make up for the late sleep.

As soon as his eyes were closed, Uncle Yang opened his mouth, as if giving a belated response to Xia Zhuo's words before the school: "I am so old, and there are things I can't understand. A person who does good deeds beyond his ability, ends up being smashed to pieces. Then is this kind of goodness worthy of praise and nobility, or will it become an overreaching that is ridiculed by others?"

"Everyone's ability to understand is different." Xia Zhuo didn't think about it carefully, "Someone praises and others criticize. This kind of thing is not suitable for defining it."

"Yeah, there shouldn't be a definition." Uncle Yang sighed heavily, "Perhaps only those who are capable can choose to operate kindness. So people often say that good people are not rewarded, but in fact it is aimed at those who are not capable but still A man who persists in doing good."

"But most people are kind-hearted, because human nature is kind!" Floral skirt actively participated in the discussion.

Xia Zhuo questioned: "If human nature is inherently good, why do people still praise kindness? Shouldn't it be because there is no such thing, so they have been pursuing it since ancient times?"

The floral skirt was bewitched by his few words, "It seems to be the reason..."

"Hahaha, don't talk anymore, let the cold wind blow your throat." Uncle Yang said haha, ending the topic.

The mountain road was slippery, and Uncle Yang drove extremely carefully.Fortunately, he was stable. Although it was almost noon at the foot of the mountain, nothing went wrong.

Follow the route in memory to find Hu Zimo's house. Both parents are there, busy packing their luggage.

"...Who are you?" When she opened the door and saw four unfamiliar faces, Mother Hu looked at a loss.

"We are teachers from Chengyang, we are here..." Uncle Yang paused, not knowing what to say.

"I'm Hu Zimo's current homeroom teacher." Xia Zhuo squeezed forward, and said on the spot with a flick of her lips: "This time I'm here to invite you to go up the mountain to attend the farewell party."

"A farewell party at this time?" Hu's father showed half of his face from the door, blocking his wife behind him, his eyes full of vigilance, "We are very busy, I don't think we have much time today."

Xia Zhuo thought for a while, and took out Hu Zimo's sky blue umbrella.

"This is a prayer meeting for all the teachers and students of the school to Hu. We all hope to say goodbye to him seriously. He lost this umbrella before, so we have to return it to him properly."

Father Hu recognized the umbrella.Even though it was tattered now, he recognized that it was a very precious thing of his son during his lifetime.

Due to physical reasons, he bought a black umbrella for Hu Zimo.The umbrella is very wide and heavy in the hand, more than enough to keep out the wind and rain.

But one day, Hu Zimo put away the black umbrella.Later, Hu Zimo took this umbrella with him wherever he went.

Hu Zimo didn't have any pocket money, so when he asked him where he got it, he also faltered and evasively answered.Later, when the teacher from Class [-] came to visit their home, they found out that this expensive foreign product was a birthday present from the teacher.

"The child's father." Mother Hu gave him a hand and whispered, "Why don't we go and see with them, I think that little teacher looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before..."

"Auntie, those who have a good eye are usually good people." Xia Zhuo heard this, and immediately climbed the ladder to pretend to be innocent, and almost wrote the word "good person" on his face.Even if he boasted himself, he couldn't forget his boyfriend. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Guan Yuzhou, and assured him: "He is too. Do you see if he looks familiar?"

Uncle Yang & Floral Skirt: ... Are we the bad guys if we co-operate together?

He was born to be pleasing, and now he looks full of expectations, which is really hard to refuse.Mother Hu couldn't help but feel less conflicted in her heart when she saw him, and continued to say to her husband in a low voice: "Let's go and have a look, let's go with them tomorrow to send someone else off. Before I leave, I want to tell Xiaomo talk."

The two discussed for a while, then locked the door and followed them up the mountain.

They had an old pickup truck with only one driver's seat, and Hu's mother sat in the back holding the guardrail.

When we approached the school gate, the rain began to drip again.Thin and continuous, falling on the face caused a slight itching.Xia Zhuozhong vividly raised his hand to cover his bangs, and when he turned around, he saw Mother Hu holding up the umbrella.The rusted shelf couldn't be opened, and it could barely cover half of the person. The woman in the gray clothes wiped her eyes, and the umbrella turned into a small piece of clear sky, just like that protecting her above.

Seeing her cry, Xia Zhuo also felt sad. He missed his mother who couldn't be found in his memory.

His mother must have cried very sadly after he left.

"Why are you unhappy?" Guan Yuzhou asked sharply.

Xia Zhuoyan: "I'm hungry."

I stuffed snacks into my mouth after a while on the road, why are you still hungry now?How could Guan Yuzhou not understand him, knowing that he made an excuse indiscriminately, he didn't ask any more, just hugged him into his arms, took out an apple and wiped it with his sleeve.

Xia Zhuo took a bite, and his mood returned to ease.Others are like this, if they can't figure out the things that affect their emotions, they simply forget about them, and sighed quietly: "I don't know if the apple core I carefully planted on the hillside of the barren village has grown or not."

That's not careful planting, the scene at that time flashed through Guan Yuzhou's mind, and it was clear that Xia Zhuo just threw it away, and he didn't know where the fruit core rolled.

Xia Zhuo continued to wander around the world: "If it sprouts, will it grow as you or me?"

Guan Yuzhou: "..." Fortunately, for a moment, he thought Xia Zhuo was thinking about this issue seriously.

Entering the school gate, the environment is very different in an instant.

On Christmas Eve, the school will be fully open to the public at [-]:[-] noon, and you can enter after registering at the gate.As soon as I entered, noisy voices came from all directions, and many parents came early with big bags and small bags, wanting to nourish their children who hadn't seen them for a while.

After Hu Zimo's death, Hu's father and Hu's mother also came to the school several times to go through different procedures. Every time this area was dead, and now it suddenly became lively, and they felt as if they had come to another place.

Merry Christmas slogans can be seen everywhere, and red and green colors decorate the entire boulevard.Two cars stopped in the temporary parking lot. Mother Hu's eyes were still a little red. Looking at the reporters holding up the cameras and the parents who were laughing and laughing, she said hesitantly: "...these are all here for the farewell party. ?”

"...My son did not do well in the provincial exam. The total score is only [-]. I am impatient every time I ask him about his studies. Am I caring about him?"

"My child doesn't bother me much, and I don't care about his studies. He knows what he knows, and he will resist if he is forced to do it. You see, I only ask him about his studies. At the beginning of the month, he called When the call came back, he said that he passed the six hundred and sixty exam."

"Ah, what class is your child in?"

"Class One, their head teacher is Wei Jiaxiang, I don't know if you've heard of it."

"Oh, I've heard that I've just been rated as an advanced teacher this month, because the average score of the class I lead is higher than the key classes of some schools in the city, it's amazing..."

A pair of parents on the side of the road chatted away, and Hu's mother stood there in a daze. Looking around, she felt an unprecedented violation.

The whole town knew about Wei Jiaxiang being named an advanced teacher, and it was published in the newspaper on November [-]th, because Xiao Mo would always be taken care of, so they were also happy for Teacher Wei.

Why is November "last month"?

She turned to look at her husband, and caught a look similar to her own on his face.

In the end, she trembled her lips, looking for Xia Zhuo as if asking for help: "Little, little teacher!"

Xia Zhuo was squatting on the side of the road, studying with the floral skirt whether the crutches hanging on the bushes were plastic decorations or candies.Suddenly being called out like this, I didn't realize that I was calling myself, and when Mother Hu approached with Father Hu, I calmly got up: "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Xia, just call me Teacher Xia. "

Hu's father hurriedly asked: "Mr. Xiao Xia, what is going on?"

"What are you referring to?" Xia Zhuo pretended to be confused.

"That's, that's... why is the school still celebrating Christmas in March?"

"You say it's Christmas, so why is it March?"

[Test, test... hello?Hello? 1,2,3,4...]

The broadcast was turned on, the monotonous rhetoric was repeated several times, and the melody of "Silent Night" sounded.

The heavenly peace came along with the fine falling snow, and Mother Hu screamed, pushed aside the crowd and ran into the garden.

The people on the road were stumbled by her, and there was a lot of shouting and cursing. Before they could stand still, another man rushed up from behind, yelling "Excuse me, excuse me".

Xia Zhuo raised his head to pick up a snowflake, watched it melt in his palm, and for some reason, he sighed inappropriately: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year."

Uncle Yang asked, "Don't you need to follow?"

"Follow, of course." Xia Zhuo rolled up his clothes and followed.

He remembered the sentence he asked Guan Yuzhou last night: If you tell Hu Zimo's parents that your child has become a ghost and can still see and feel it, will they believe it?

Guan Yuzhou answered him firmly: Yes.

He still had doubts at first, but now he agreed with Guan Yuzhou's words.Before he could tell the truth to the couple, they had already automatically filled in the story with the hope in their hearts.

Evening self-study is canceled, but students' classes will continue until 06:30.Without the participation of the students, the roads and trails were also crowded with people. Mats were laid one after another around the fountain pool. The adults stood in advance and waited for the children to gather after class.

It was also strange that Hu's mother didn't go towards the teaching building, but rushed directly to the garden, as if she was sure that there would be someone she wanted to see there.

When Xia Zhuo and the others chased and arrived, there was nothing under the old tree, and Hu's father and mother were gone.No one was seen within five meters of the tree as the center, and the rest of the wandering outsiders also walked around tacitly, as if there was some invisible barrier dividing the space into two.

Guan Yuzhou stretched out his hand, and when he passed through the invisible line, transparent ripples rose in the air around his fingertips.The ripples showed no sign of disappearing, but continued to spread endlessly towards the sky and underground.In an instant, the snowflakes floating in the air stopped falling, and the loud vocals and music and the wind - time stood still.

There were a few participants in the crowd. They were amazed by the changes at this time. They saw them from a distance, and quickly gathered around and asked, "What's going on? What happened?"

Uncle Yang explained a few words to them in a good temper, but Xia Zhuo followed Guan Yuzhou and crossed that boundary.

Day and night are reversed and darkness descends.

The boundless night is filled with oppressive red, the ancient trees in front of us are swaying, and the falling leaves are dyed with a burning color like fire.

The background in front of me corresponds to Xia Zhuo's dream.

Against the fiery red color, Hu Zimo knelt on the ground and wept silently, his eyes were full of the figures of his parents in front of him.

He cried so many times that his school uniform and skirt were already covered with glaring blood.Xia Zhuo didn't come close, watching Hu's mother go up and hug him from that distance, while Hu's father embraced the two of them from behind.

He was shaking violently, clutching at his mother's clothes as if fearing that the phantom would shatter.

The thicker and thicker smell of blood was approaching, making it as choking as in the dream.

But a drop of water fell into the pool of blood with a "slap--", the heavy atmosphere found a breakthrough, the hoarse panting became more and more intense, the beard silently let go of his strength, and finally wailed loudly.

Tears streamed down his face, and the long waiting and day-to-day torment almost wiped out all his mind.He was already too tired, and time wiped away the memories little by little, and he would miss every ordinary night spent at home after every cramp.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry. Mom, I'm sorry...Dad, I'm sorry, I don't have, I can't pass the exam to make a lot of money, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not filial..."

From the falling snow in December to the first blossoming of peach blossoms in March, he finally expressed what he wanted to say from his heart.These words bound his soul like a stone, and now the chain was broken with a clang, and he was so light, as if he was about to fly into the wind.

Gradually, Hu Zimo's body became transparent, like the tears he shed.

His mother patted him on the back, put her chin on his shoulder, and put her head against his head.Her vision has long been blurred and her voice trembled inaccurately, but she still comforted her like singing a lullaby: "It's okay, it's okay. Mom is here. The quilts in your room are all washed. Mom will take you back home." Home……"

Realizing that he was about to leave, Hu Zimo opened his mouth, and said with his lips at the last moment: I love you.

Uncle Yang, wearing a floral dress, arrived late with several other participants.A dozen eyes looked under the tree, and the high school student in school uniform disappeared, followed by his parents.

The snow from the sky fell loosely for another ten seconds, and the trees that had been sleeping in the winter quickly pulled out new branches.The green grass melted the shallow snow, and the pink flowers filled the whole garden.

The change was too rapid, and the floral skirt subconsciously reached out to hold a swirling and falling petal.

The retrospective is over, and the spring of Chengyang High School has come.

[Get dream fragments*1. 】

[The return option is turned on.

Please turn on the light meter and enter the return guidance. 】

There was a series of relieved voices behind him, Xia Zhuo walked under the tree and picked up the things on the ground.

The parasol was not taken away, and its appearance was restored to brand new.

He put the umbrella in the warehouse and checked its updated information.

Props Name: [Handmade Custom Parasols]

Instructions for use: Opening can effectively isolate ultraviolet rays.

Special note: Wei Jiaxiang gave Hu Zimo a birthday present, the giver forgot his original intention, and the recipient no longer needed it.

Properties of props: Exclusive items for dreams, not for sale, no magical purpose, you can keep them as souvenirs.