Xueba, he is always fishing for me [Rebirth]

After Ji Qingyan's mobile phone was taken away by Lin Heng, Lin Heng put it in a cabinet and locked it, along with his notebook, iPad, and even the MP3 player he used to listen to music in elementary school.

But there are policies and there are countermeasures. Lin Heng can't take away everyone's mobile phones in the school.Every night before self-study, there is a big class break, during which the dormitory students can go back to the dormitory to rest. Ji Qingyan will hide in Tang Haoyang’s dormitory every time, and use Tang Haoyang’s or Lu Peng’s mobile phone to call or send WeChat to Qiu Chi over and over again, But never got through.

He didn't know what was going on with Qiu Chi, this kind of worry hanging in the air was really exhausting.

After this lasted for less than a week, Qiu Chi's mobile phone number directly showed an empty number, and he couldn't even find WeChat, only an original gray profile picture.The capital is at the turn of spring and summer. In summer, the days are long and the nights are short. Even in the middle of the night, the moon cannot be seen, and even the stars cannot be seen.

Hot tears slid from the corners of the eyes to the temples, and when they fell down the hair along the arc of the fall, they had already become icy cold.His moon was taken away, and every night since then has been dark.

Class 4 became 29 people again, and when Qiu Chi left, he didn't even have time to take away the contents of the table.In the third year of high school, a lot of test papers were distributed in almost every class. The test papers were all printed on that kind of beige paper, which was thin and brittle, and it would rot after a few rubbings.

But every time the papers are handed out, I don't know whether the teacher and the students who counted the papers are intentional or unintentional. When the papers are passed to Sister Goose, there will always be an extra paper. on the table.

At the end of the day, that desk will be piled up with this kind of thin and undurable beige brittle paper. Fans are turned on in the classroom, and the paper rolls are blown crookedly with the wind. Ji Qingyan will start to suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder every afternoon, and classify them in order He tidied up the papers and put them in Qiu Chi's desk.

That table would be cleaned up by him every night, and from the next morning, he would gradually fill the table with test papers. After the second exam was over, the new papers in that table probably weighed two catties.

No one in the class mentioned Qiu Chi in front of him again, Ji Qingyan felt that this feeling was very strange, as if he was a fragile handicraft protected by everyone, for fear that one day he would break into pieces when he suddenly felt sad .It's also like as long as no one mentions it, they can pretend that Qiu Chi doesn't exist in the world.

Although Lu Peng is a boy, he usually has a very careful mind. He probably worried that Qiu Chi's transfer would have too much influence on Ji Qingyan, and he was afraid that he would be autistic, so he often came to him with papers to ask questions. This repeated many times, Lu Peng It has also achieved a qualitative leap between the first model and the second model.

Ji Qingyan even suspected that Lu Peng had included the questions he asked him on his daily must-do list. For example, now, Lu Peng came with his physics paper: "That... Xueba, how do you do this question?"

Ji Qingyan glanced at it, and said, "Didn't you just ask about a similar one this morning, or not?"

"It's not that repetition makes people progress, and consolidation makes people not regress."

"Think for yourself." It's not that they don't want to tell him, but that the behavior of these two people is really very deliberate.He really hasn't reached the level of autism yet.

Ji Qingyan was simply too lazy to talk, but in Lu Peng's view, this was simply a precursor to his heartbreak!Thinking of this, this person started a more stalking questioning mode.

Ji Qingyan is not that vulnerable, but there are many things that can be forgotten not only if they are not mentioned.A few days ago when I was going to school, I passed by the small newsstand across the street, and my aunt stopped him: "Hey, you are Xiaochi's classmate, right?"

"His magazine, this is for April, and it's already May, so I don't want to get it." The aunt put the April "Harvest" in his hand, "Aren't you supposed to graduate in June this year? Will you still have time to come and get it then?"

Ji Qingyan froze in place, not knowing how to answer for a while.

After the second model, everyone was under pressure before the exam. The class leader Lin Ting suddenly proposed: "I did the math, we have more than 300 yuan left in our class fee, which happens to buy two super-large pizzas. Would you like Let's order takeout together?"

As long as it was a suggestion about eating, it would basically not be rejected. In this way, before the last class that day, Fatty and Lu Peng brought two huge pizzas from downstairs together.

Sister Goose and Lin Ting came to cut it together, and the two of them tossed and tossed there for a long time, and finally found that there was an extra portion after dividing it, which was cut according to [-] people.After everyone took a corner, there was a single one left in the cardboard box.

Everyone looked at the extra piece and thought of something in unison, but no one mentioned it in silence.Lin Ting quickly put the lid on the box and threw it aside, Tang Haoyang rushed to the front of the classroom to set up his mobile phone: "Don't move! I'll take a picture, set it to take pictures automatically after ten seconds..."

After the adjustment, he ran back again, and everyone raised the corner of the pizza one after another, making a toast.Tang Haoyang shouted: "We will definitely get better and better in the future!"

"Come on for the college entrance examination!"

"You must win the college entrance examination!"

The classrooms on this floor of the old campus are all high school seniors, and there are so many high school seniors, so many untold dreams are repeatedly broken and sprouted here.

Every year before the college entrance examination, the school will have a few days off. They have classes on the last day of the school, and the teachers basically don't talk much about the content. They just give some instructions before the exam to calm their emotions.

Qin Jianqiu's style always has a feeling of not taking an unusual path. When Ji Qingyan came to class 4, her first class was her Chinese class. Those who knew probably thought it was for the classroom interactive folding origami cranes.

Today is very similar to two years ago, she still took out a stack of papers, but what was handed out today was not the square paper for dictation, but a piece of high-quality letter paper.

"It's the last day of class today. Really, I'm still in the last class." She cleared her throat and said, "Have you got all the letter paper? Finally, I will write a short essay, the theme is 'Get Out of the Classroom', there is no limit I will record the number of words and content, and I will collect it in 10 minutes."

Qin Jianqiu has no temper and is not a few years older than them, so everyone dares to say anything directly.

Everyone complained that they had to write an essay on the last day, Teacher Qin was too cruel, and the nickname "King Qin" was not for nothing.Some people also said that there is no time to comment after finishing writing today, so Qiushen was unnecessary.

"Who said this needs to be commented on?" Qin Jianqiu snorted and said, "After I collect this, it will belong to me, and I will return it to you when you return to school in a few years later."

Someone said again, this won't work, teacher, then don't you have to give us some thoughts.Qin Jianqiu just smiled, and waited 10 minutes to collect all the letter papers before saying, "You probably forgot, when I was in the freshman year of high school, I also sent letter papers and asked you to write 'into the classroom'." .”

When he first entered the freshman year of high school, Qin Jianqiu taught Class 4 the first Chinese lesson, gave each of them a piece of well-crafted letter paper, and asked them to write a small composition on the theme of "walking into the classroom" .She has not corrected it, but has been keeping it.The deceased is like a husband, and he will be in the third year of high school in a flash.

Qin Jianqiu only wrote five words on the blackboard:

The heart is not a slave to the form.

"The heart is not a slave to the form. Remember "Returning to Come" and there is this allusion in it. If you forget it, read it today and write it silently for the test. This sentence is very simple, and you all understand what it means. Write For you in the future, freedom of thought will keep your ideals alive.”

She carefully took out the small stack of letter papers from a file bag: "Today, I return this letter from three years ago to you. In the future, everyone will encounter many things and face different choices. Different dilemmas, but don’t forget where you came from and where you want to go.”

After she finished speaking, there were a few emotional ones in the class who couldn't hang on, their eyes began to turn red, and everyone shouted that they couldn't bear the teacher.

Qin Jianqiu lowered her head, she said with a smile: "Is there anything you can't bear to part with? It's not that you won't be able to see it anymore. If you are destined, you will always see each other again. I wish each of you a bright future and your wishes come true."

After that class was over, Chen Shu took them on foot to the campus to take graduation photos. Before entering the school gate, the principal stood at the gate and handed colorful balloons to each student one by one, asking them to write on the balloons. What are your dreams.

When the students in the senior three classes took the written balloons and just walked to the small square downstairs of the teaching building, there was a small commotion upstairs.The people downstairs raised their heads and looked up. A piece of colored paper was filled with blessings, folded into small flowers of various colors and fell from the roof of the building. The moment the balloons in their hands let go of their fingertips, they flew away. Towards the air, mixed into the splendor flying in the air.

The juniors and juniors in the lower grades were all on the playground on the roof, shouting downstairs to cheer for the college entrance examination and have a bright future.No matter boys or girls standing downstairs, they all reached out to receive the blessings they threw down, as if the more they received, the luck they would get in the future would be more distant and long-lasting.

Ji Qingyan suddenly thought of Qiu Chi at this moment when he was supposed to be joyful and happy.

What is Qiu Chi doing?

Remember the promise to brew crabapple wine?

Do you feel uncomfortable in a new school?

Will you be chased by classmates to ask practice questions at school?

Will there be a teacher who will write to him on the blackboard when he graduates?

Will there be junior students in the lower grades yelling at him to cheer for the college entrance examination?

……

Will you miss him?

If you miss him, will you be so sad that you cry alone in the middle of the night?

Ji Qingyan even had an urge, if time could be restarted like this forever, only repeating the part before they separated, repeating it over and over again, even if it takes a lifetime to run out, I feel no regrets.

Looking up at the sky, he squinted his eyes, watching the balloons and small flowers in the air, some rising, some falling, passing by in a hurry, and never seeing each other again.He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any syllables.

Why do they have to be separated, why is there no eternity in the world.

When I was young, my liking was often accompanied by fierceness and absurdity. I felt that Jin Ge and iron horses and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were just faint points between the lips and teeth.

Qiu Chi will always be a 17-year-old boy in that blue and white school uniform. He will never grow up, and he will never forget it. It seems that he has carved it into his memory with the sharpest knife, and seeped into his body with flesh and blood, becoming one with him. , soul and flesh marriage.

-Volume [-] End-

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The author has something to say:

Heart is not slavery

To each of us!

#Chi osmanthus