Like a sudden burst of cold air from Siberia, the whole body quickly became cold.
The south where my hometown is is definitely not that cold. In the winter there, I can run in the morning every day, and it’s not so cold when I get up early. In other words, my heart is not in my hometown, just like iron soaked in ice water. It will rust, and it will get cold and painful.
I dragged my slippers to the window, and I couldn't help but feel excited. Even though I had seen the first snow in my life in this northern city a few days ago, at this time, the white stuff flying outside the window... I still think it is a rare romance in idol dramas.
Our area is a generation deeply influenced by idol dramas.
Perfect idol drama.
Idol drama romance.
In the idol drama, there is the Iceberg Prince whose eyes are unfocused.
There are dreams that girls love to have in idol dramas.
Turn on the TV.
"Heavy snow has no love, but we are together. At 5 o'clock this morning, the blizzard hit again. Snow fell in all provinces across the country. There was freezing rain in the central region. Roads were blocked. Flights from Hong Kong to Hong Kong were grounded. In many areas, cables were damaged and food was in short supply. ,,,,,
That small town in the south also received snow this year, right?
Even if some things are very romantic, too much of them will lead to disaster.
Just like this year's snowstorm, a heavy snowfall that has not been seen in 50 years has covered this vast country. In this crystal clear world of ice and snow, there are still a few people who think it is romantic.
The lights in the kitchen were a little dim, and the white dust on the wall was trying its best to fall down, and black particles were inlaid on it. It was a bit disgusting to see, irregular black patterns, arranged together irregularly.
Abstract, messy beauty does not seem to be so easy for people to accept.
Some things always form a neat order in the human brain, but once they are disrupted, it makes people feel sick.
There are some things, no matter how disgusting they are, you have to accept them.
Now I'm trying to accept it.
The sound of heavy metal collisions echoed and intertwined in the kitchen, forming a dense network.
I know a new life will take place in this web.
There were footsteps outside the door, which were heavier than before. It felt like my heart was hit by some sharp object. The impact was not big but it caused small eyes and slight pain.
I stiffly pulled the corners of my mouth and turned around.
"Mom, are you awake?"
"Um."
She nodded lightly. Her hair had not been combed yet and was messy. It covered her head uneasily like a pile of weeds. She was wearing floral pajamas that had been washed and turned white. Her trousers touched the ground and made many tiny little ones. Fiber silk.
I've had that pajamas for many years.
That pajama is older than me.
Because of her habit, she is always reluctant to buy new replacements, or it has some special meaning.
Once something is given a special meaning, it becomes able to withstand the weathering of time.
"Mom, I'm going to a new school."
No one answered.
"Mom, after I leave later, you can watch TV at home."
It was quiet, only the sound of the water in the pot bursting.
A bank in my heart collapsed, and a pool of sour water surged out, making my eyes so smoky that I couldn't help but cry.
My mother stood at the door, looking at me blankly, like a child asking the teacher why the stars shine. Her eyes were full of doubts. She was sick again.
"Alzheimer's disease" is such a nice name. It was the first time I found the medical record bag at the bottom of the box, the first time I saw this nice name, the first time I saw my mother preparing lessons with a frown on her face, the first time I heard it. You called me by the wrong name. You laughed and cried for the first time. There are many, many firsts. Doesn’t it mean that after experiencing all the firsts, there will be no more sadness? But why, seeing it again Even when he was sick, he couldn't stop crying.
"Mom, go back to your room and I'll comb your hair. It's messy."
Thin hair strands were wrapped around the sandalwood comb. Occasionally, there were silvery white hairs. They were all light colors, but they were still shocking. He was old, he was really old. Time has no effect on anyone.
The same carving knife carves the same patterns, expresses the same effect, and takes away the same beautiful youth. And I still have to spend long years to see how time has carved the patterns on her body more deeply and meticulously.
, and he will also be engraved with lines.
How long, five years, ten years, twenty years?
The streets are bustling with people, countless umbrellas are held high, countless faces have solemn expressions, and countless feet are walking forward hurriedly, for fear that if they walk slower, they will be blocked by heavy snow. Balls of white gas are rushing upwards.
, it has been eroded by the cold before it reaches the edge of the umbrella. Maybe no amount of carbon dioxide at this time can raise the temperature a little bit.
I held an umbrella and walked forward with my head down.
The umbrella is transparent and was given to me by a good friend last winter.
Last winter I was still in that small town in the south.
"Hey, hey, when you miss the shooting star, please set off fireworks."
Gu Mo said and shook my shoulders.
"Where did you see this, kid? When did you become so polite? I'm really not used to it."
"What do you mean? You are allowed to have literary talent, but I am not allowed to be literary?"
Gu Mo pouted, looking dissatisfied, and I smiled.
"Our Momo is such a beautiful lady! Of course she is also a natural beauty in this aspect!"
"That's pretty much it!"
Seeing her turn from anger to laughter, this guy is really getting fast, so I paused.
"Momo, seriously, if you see me setting off fireworks, please look at the sky, there is a meteor shower now."
Momo didn't say anything. She took her schoolbag and ran out of the classroom.
She won't be angry anymore, right? Why?
When I returned to the classroom the next day, there was an umbrella on the table. The transparent umbrella reflected dazzling light.
It’s always rainy in the south, and I know that you are a rain-loving person. Because you always walk home with an umbrella on rainy days, but you never hold it up. Every time I hold an umbrella and walk behind you, it’s fine.
I want to rush up and pull you under my umbrella. I don’t. I think you always smile in the rain. It must be a happy thing to be exposed to the rain! But I still feel that it is not good to be exposed to the rain all the time.
A transparent umbrella, when you stand under it, it must be almost like being caught in the rain!
Gumo
I laughed, what a fool.
My mother would take special care of me when I came home from the rain. She would dry my hair, make me ginger tea, cook me porridge, and give me lots of care and lots of love.
Do you know? Momo, in fact, every time you hold an umbrella and hide behind me for fear of being seen or unable to see me, I really want to turn around, run over, tear off your umbrella, and be with me.
Running in the rain, stepping on the small puddles filled with rainwater on the ground, and then taking you to my house to ask my mother to dry our hair, but I didn't. I was afraid that you would laugh at me, for being such an old man, you still go there in this way.
Get more care from your mother.
Now, when I walk on the streets of a northern city, no one uses a transparent umbrella. No one smiles at me like you do in the south. All of them wear unique fur coats and walk in a hurry.
I pulled on the strap of my schoolbag. My hands with thick gloves were indeed not very flexible.
A painter wearing thick gloves should not be able to draw anything good!
The painters in the north must have very cold hands now!
I took a deep breath, but wanted to spit it out right away. The temperature of my whole body began to drop. I walked forward step by step. Turning right on the street in front is the new school.
I can have a new school, a new school bag, and a new school uniform, but it is impossible to have a new heart. I can throw away the old school bag, old school uniforms, and old magazines, but I can't throw away the memories that have been in my body for years and decades.
Possibility or impossibility, which one is more important and which one makes people happier?
Those days spent waiting for the first yellow leaves to fall under the old apricot tree in my hometown school were blown away by the wind or driven away by the scorching light. There was not a drop of water left for me to touch lightly.
Which one is more sad, staying or leaving? Which one is more cruel?
There are no traces of birds in the sky, but I have also flown through them.
Tagore must have turned gray when he said this!
evil snow
A pair of wings stretches out from the angel's back. She holds a book in her hand and a huge crown at her feet. The golden sculpture will fall without hesitation if snow falls on it, shining brightly in this world intertwined with white.
.
On the playground, there were students in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, not letting the bad weather affect their mood. When they passed by me, they would look at me from top to bottom with suspicious eyes.
It takes a certain process for humans to accept new things.
This is what my high school politics book said.
"Report!"
I folded up my umbrella and leaned it against the door.
"Please come in!"
A loud female voice came out of the office and collided with the cold air outside, but there was no temperature difference. I walked in with a gentle step.
"Classmate, you are here. From now on you will be a student of our Class A. I told you the relevant matters yesterday. You can go directly to class today. Later you can come to class with me and be yourself.
Introduce, let the students know about it, and then I will arrange your seat for you."
"Thank you, teacher. Teacher, can I ask a question?"
"Ask!"
"Do you know who helped with the admission procedures for my class?"
"I don't know about this. Transfer students are directly arranged by the Academic Affairs Office. By the way, now that you are in our Class A, you must reach the level of our Class A students!"
"What level?"
"50 students must enter the grade for each exam!"
"Okay, teacher, I will try my best!"
"It's good to work hard. Come to class with me. By the way, my surname is Lin."
I lowered my head and followed Teacher Lin.
There were still many classmates passing by me, still looking at me with suspicious eyes, as if they wanted to grab some unknown secret, and my head was lowered.
Teacher Lin turned right at the first staircase, but I kept moving forward.
"Now, please invite the new students in our class to introduce themselves to us."
This voice? Could it be that it’s already in Class A? I looked up for clues, and there was a picture of Beckham on the class number plate. Class A is really arrogant, but I heard that it is the best class in the whole grade, and all the students in it are
You are an elite, but there is no need to be so arrogant! Are you using Beckham to prove your status? How ridiculous!
"Please introduce yourselves to us, new students."
This sound mixed with the boys' whistles stimulated my eardrums. I lowered my head and walked in with difficult and excited steps.
"Hello everyone, my name is, I transferred from Qiaoshi High School in Bishan County. I hope I can learn from each other with my classmates in the future, thank you!"
It shouldn’t be a big problem! You used to introduce yourself like this when you were there. Your hands were clenched tightly, and a layer of sweat overflowed. The viscous liquid made your body extremely uncomfortable. When did you become so timid?
Too young? Even when I introduce myself, I am afraid of breaking into a cold sweat.
I bowed deeply.
It was quiet, there was dead silence under the stage, and the snow outside the window made a sound.
I carefully raised my head, and everyone stared at me intently, as if they saw a UFO landing. Surprised?
"Ha, ha, ha,,,,,," a boy pointed at me and laughed so hard.
"Hahaha, teacher, she is the new classmate you mentioned? Didn't you say she is a boy?"
"Yes! How did you become a country girl?"
"Teacher, are you deceiving us?"
"Look, she actually dares to wear our school uniform, something no one in the whole school dares to wear, hahahaha,,,,"
All the laughter gathered together to form a huge fireball, flying towards me, hitting the target. I stood there and couldn't move a step, and I couldn't stop it to reduce the damage. Because it was winter, it was winter in the north. I brought
He was wearing thick gloves and his hands and feet were not flexible. He really hoped that a gust of wind would blow him far away before landing, so that he would not die so ugly.
The sound of stiletto heels disappeared from the distance.
"Classmate, did you go the wrong way?"
"ah?"
I raised my head and opened my mouth wide enough to swallow the egg. This time I was surprised. The person standing in front of me was not Teacher Lin, but a strange woman. She had the same wavy hair as Teacher Lin, but she was brown.
Teacher Lin is burgundy.
"Sorry, I went to the wrong classroom. Where is Class A?"
"Class A?" This time it was the brown-haired teacher who was surprised.
"Yes, I am a transfer student from Class A."
The brown-haired teacher adjusted his glasses.
"That Class A, Class A is..."
"The class directly opposite upstairs. Hahahaha,,,,,"
Those students added what the teacher wanted to say, and I quickly pulled up my clothes and fled the scene as quickly as possible.
"Aren't those guys in Class A highly intelligent? How could they,,,,hahahaha,,"
"Yes, yes. Aren't they amazing? Today's photo is not embarrassing!"
"We have a lot of fun today."
"Innocent Self-Introduction from a Highly IQ Guy, Isn't this a good title?"
People always appear to be energetic when criticizing others, but obviously lack confidence when praising others. The wind in the corridor carries fine snow particles, and I know that no matter how strong the wind is, there is something bigger than it, the earth,
People's hearts. If a strong wind could blow people's hearts, then I wouldn't be so at a loss now.
"We have a new classmate in our class today."
"Teacher, are you female or male?"
"female"
"Hey!" the girl sighed.
"GOOD!" the boy shouted excitedly.
I don’t know when I stood outside Class A. The big A on the class sign made my eyes hurt. I really wanted to close my eyes tightly and not look at this huge oil painting with a white background, but there was
There are so many things that make me unable to close my eyes.
Just like, the road under my feet is very long, very long, and very unbearable.
What will come will always come, just like the snow in the sky. When it doesn't come, you imagine it to be romantic, but you won't know until you really feel it. It turns out that this is a disaster.
Just like me now, I step onto the podium in silence again because I don’t know what the outcome of this self-introduction will be.
Human curiosity is often fatal.
"Hello everyone, my name is, I transferred here from Qiaoshi High School in Bishan County. I hope I can study and make progress with you in the future. Thank you."
If the same words are used in a lower tone, will it cause the same reaction?
Quiet, deathly quiet, 5 seconds later.
"Ha ha ha ha,,,,"
"Hahahahaha,,,,"
"School uniform, that is the school uniform of our Saint High School. It is said that the top ten things that Saint High School students cannot tolerate."
"Bishan County?"
"Bridgestone High School?"
"Isn't such an antique name a little inappropriate for us?"
"That's right! Just ask the principal to change our school to Shiqiao High School. It has a strong Chinese atmosphere, a scholarly atmosphere, and a fair lady atmosphere."
"Xiao Si, you **** you! Why don't you just call Zheng Banqiao High School? I think you are the lion on the stone bridge. Are you childish?"
"Sister Lan, Zheng Banqiao is a great name! How did you come up with it? Xiao Si admires you so much!"
"You are sick! Have you never studied Zheng Banqiao's poems?"
"That's right, I seem to have really learned this person's poems! But what's the name of that poem? Sister Lan, tell me."
"Let me think about it, Princess An, what is the name of Zheng Banqiao's poem?"
"Bei, what is the name of the poem Xiao Si asked about?"
""Bamboo Stone"!" A male voice and a female voice said in unison.
Is this a student from Class A? My mind is in chaos.
"Cough, cough"
All the sounds stopped, just like the world stopped turning, so there was no more today, tomorrow, no more cycle of seasons, no more sorrow.
"Student, please take the window seat on the far right in the last row!"
The last row? By the window? After these two words rotated in my mind for several times, my heart suddenly brightened up. Sure enough, everything comes in a long way, and being laughed at is actually nothing. It’s really a good place to get such a good place at the right time.
Not easy.
"Thank you teacher!"
I happily ran towards the Holy Land in my heart. Three seconds later, I knelt on the ground with one knee, my face was shaking violently, and there were bursts of pain in my knees. I lowered my head bitterly, with heavy bangs on my forehead.
The ground was hanging down. I thought there was no need to look up. I just treated others as unintentional. Could it be that I remembered an enemy on the first day I came to this class, and then hated it every day in the following days? This is not right.
The devastation of one’s own transgenderism?
I held my knees with my hands and stood up, slowly moving to the position that has been mine since junior high school. Maybe sitting in that position will feel like going home. Momo’s everlasting smile, those shining on people
Let’s enjoy the warm sunshine!
"Hey, why do you think the teacher placed that new classmate in the position of 'excellent student'?" The voice stopped, as if the world had stopped turning, so there was no longer today, tomorrow, or the reincarnation of the four seasons.
There is more sorrow.
"Student, please take the window seat on the far right in the last row!"
The last row? By the window? After these two words rotated in my mind for several times, my heart suddenly brightened up. Sure enough, everything comes in a long way, and being laughed at is actually nothing. It’s really a good place to get such a good place at the right time.
Not easy.
"Thank you teacher!"
I happily ran towards the Holy Land in my heart. Three seconds later, I knelt on the ground with one knee, my face was shaking violently, and there were bursts of pain in my knees. I lowered my head bitterly, with heavy bangs on my forehead.
The ground was hanging down. I thought there was no need to look up. I just treated others as unintentional. Could it be that I remembered an enemy on the first day I came to this class, and then hated it every day in the following days? This is not right.
The devastation of one’s own transgenderism?
I held my knees with my hands and stood up, slowly moving to the position that has been mine since junior high school. Maybe sitting in that position will feel like going home. Momo’s everlasting smile, those shining on people
Let’s enjoy the warm sunshine!
"Hey, why do you think the teacher placed that new student in the position of 'excellent student'?"