Special Chapter An ordinary winter day, the snow is beginning to fall at night
This is the north, the border, a small town.
Located at the intersection, many people come to visit every midsummer, which is also the busiest time of the city.
But as midsummer passes, the resident population will become smaller and smaller. Perhaps because they are losing interest, or perhaps they want to go home for the New Year, many people will choose to leave in winter.
Maybe it's because it's too cold here.
The city, which originally had a population of only about 200,000, suddenly lost half of its people. The desolation and loneliness suddenly appeared with the temperature of nearly 30 degrees below zero.
Because it is a border, high latitudes bring long nights and short days.
Even at seven o'clock in the morning, the fish-belly-white sky was just dimly lit, with frost on the glass and white steam. This scene of coldness and silence in winter is unique to northern cities.
There are still very few vehicles on the road. At this time, most of the people walking on the street wearing thick down jackets are students carrying schoolbags.
Opening the classroom door, several high school students walking together finally exhaled hot air, took off their hats and scarves, and complained:
"It freezes me to death. Why does it get so cold here every year? It almost killed me this morning!"
"Stop talking, my life is saved by heating."
The girls put their schoolbags on their seats while chatting and laughing, and then they all moved to the heater under the window sill to keep warm.
Then students came to the classroom one after another, found their seats and sat down. Some took out their exercise books and papers and asked their friends for help. Some were yawning. They seemed to be suffering from lack of sleep because they stayed up late to study and had difficulty getting up early.
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After all, in this weather, it still takes a lot of effort to get up from the warm bed and face the minus 26 or 7 degrees outside to go to school if you don't have enough sleep.
The students on duty began to clean, and the class representatives began to collect homework. Perhaps in this city in winter, only the school classrooms remained as lively as ever.
"Hey, have you heard? I heard that a transfer student is coming to our class today."
"Ha, when it's almost the end of the term, why do you want to transfer to a high school in a remote place like ours?"
"It's the college entrance examination. Why else? The household registration must be with us and we are not allowed to take the exam with them, so I came back early."
"Oh, that's right."
At this time, suddenly the back door was opened, and a boy's figure walked in. He was wearing a dark coat and a big black scarf. His hair seemed to be very long. He looked taciturn and silent, and he was carrying a schoolbag.
, walked into the classroom.
The few boys who were sitting next to the back door and who seemed happy at first stopped talking when they saw him.
"Tch...still so good at pretending."
A boy who looked very arrogant said unhappily.
"Shut up, don't mess with him, don't gossip about him!"
Liu Xi's eyes were tense, and she pretended not to know that person and warned her friend without knowing anything.
After he passed by, he pretended not to see anything and changed the subject to continue chatting.
Many people glanced at the black-haired boy and then continued doing what they were doing without caring. No one in the entire class even said hello to him.
He didn't care. He walked to his slightly lonely position, sat down, took off his scarf, put aside the homework to be handed in, and then lay down without any intention of talking to anyone, preparing to sit down before the teacher came.
Sleep a little longer.
"Hey, look, who is sleeping again? He sleeps as soon as he comes. He doesn't talk much or study much all day long. I don't know what he is thinking."
A girl looked at him lying down and couldn't help but said curiously.
"Who knows, he may be an autistic patient. Anyway, his final grades this semester are not enough and his grades are at the bottom, so he will be kicked out of the key class."
Another girl spread her hands and replied, then laughed and said:
"However, besides having an ordinary face, he is taciturn and has a solitary temperament that is quite handsome. Maybe some girls like this kind of guy."
"Come on, that may be the kind of girl who doesn't know that he is listless every day, doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to study, has no friends, and is withdrawn and strange. Before I mentioned that our school strictly prohibits having sex, he is already in his senior year.
Love a cucumber."
The other girl couldn't help but feel speechless when she heard her friend's nonsensical words, and then looked at the introverted girl next to her who was taking out the textbook from the desk.
"Hey, Chen Xue, weren't you in the same junior high school as him? Was that person like this before?"
The top student girl, who obviously only knew how to study, was surprised, and then replied with some embarrassment:
"Well...he and I were not in the same grade at that time, so I don't know very well."
"Huh? Then..."
The girl was surprised. Instead of being in the same grade, she was now in the same class...
"Then he was demoted? But the last time I reported the member information, he was the same age as us."
She asked curiously. The top student girl with glasses thought for a while and then whispered uncertainly:
"Well...I remember he seemed to have taken a leave of absence...for a year?"
"Suspension of school? Then what did he do?"
The girls asked curiously. Studying is boring, and talking about these things is one of their few hobbies.
"I don't know. The school didn't tell me at the time. Maybe the people in his class knew about it."
"But those people have graduated."
The girl's friend said helplessly, then turned his eyes and teased the top student with glasses:
"Speaking of which, the grades are obviously different, but you still know him."
The girl with glasses pushed up her glasses awkwardly and smiled:
"Ah, yes, I heard at that time that he skipped a grade. He was very powerful."
boom!
Suddenly, there was a slightly hard knock on the table in front of me, and a girl's schoolbag seemed to have accidentally hit the corner of the table.
"Hey, Xiaoran, you're here, good morning."
"Well, good morning."
The topic was interrupted and they talked about the upcoming final exam.
Then the head teacher came in, the morning self-study began, and the sky outside finally became bright.
Everyone has entered into a tense and serious state of study again. The classroom is working together with the students. In order to become a butterfly next summer, they work hard, sweat and persevere.
There was only a silent black-haired boy sitting in the last row with a quiet face, occasionally listening to the teacher's lectures on the podium, and occasionally looking out the window at the winter streets.
Time is like running water, ordinary things slip away quietly in the morning classes, running exercises on the playground, lunch breaks in the cafeteria, afternoon classes and evening self-study rooms.
Life in the senior year of high school is the same as always, boring but full of dreams.
The evenings in the small town come very quickly in winter. From the time when the sky is completely dark at 5 or 6 o'clock, to the time when self-study class ends at 9 o'clock, it is already dark.
He was wearing a dark coat and a big black scarf to cover the cold wind blowing in front of his face. His hair was a little long, and the bangs covering his eyebrows, coupled with his silence and lowered eyes, made him look mature.
Not like his age.
Passing by the villa on the corner, he was home.
Today is another ordinary day for him.
The night was filled with darkness. Walking on his own road home, he felt that it was really cold at night. He tightened his scarf and exhaled a breath of hot air that turned into white mist.
The light of the street lamp turned yellow in the white air breathed in the winter night.
Then suddenly I felt a little sparkle on my face.
He slowly raised his head, and unexpectedly watched the six-sided snowflakes falling down in the dark night.
He was slightly surprised, then fell silent, and finally exhaled and spoke softly to himself: