Times of Our Lives

Summer cicadas cried, and sunlight shone on Xie Meng's face through the window. He couldn't help raising his hands to cover his forehead, and the shirt was already wet on the back.

The bus staggered to the station. Xie Meng squeezed along with the crowd. He frowned and sweated down the cheeks, and walked towards the school entrance under the scorching sun.

On the first day of enrollment for high school freshmen, a festive red banner was drawn at the school entrance. The old-fashioned "I am proud of today's high and tomorrow's proud of me high!", as not a top advanced institution, w high The faculty is not very good, so that the number of new students is a bit pitiful. There are only 6 classes in the unified high school and about 40 people in one class. Even on the important day of the first day of school, the campus doesn't look very lively.

There are only six classes, so there will be no experiments or experiments. Xie Meng found his name and student number under the roster of the first and third classes. When he entered the classroom, he found that many people had arrived.

W Gao didn't have a rising junior high school. Most of them were students who failed the middle school entrance exam or the middle and lower reaches of each junior high school. Several girls even painted light makeup and looked back at Xie Meng with curiosity.

There was no air conditioning in the classroom. Xie Meng's face was covered with sweat, and his shirt was attached to his body. Because of sweating, his white neck glowed with a moist luster.

The back row whispered loudly, and Xie Meng opened the chair as he wiped his sweat. He lowered his head, and the newly cut bangs were dark and bright.

"Hey, classmate." A petite girl walked up to him and said, "What's your name?"

Xie Meng looked up, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead again.

"My name is Tong Xiaomei." The girl held out her hand and tilted her head cutely: "How about you?"

Xie Meng hesitated. He wiped the sweat from his hands on his trouser legs and shook with Xiaomei Meisong: "Xie Meng."

Wu Xiaomei said, "I graduated from q." She pointed to a few people in the back row: "They are all in l, and only Mimi is the same as me." The girl named Mimi was somewhat shy and rushed in her seat. They smiled.

Xie Meng was silent for a while before slowly saying, "I am in s."

"S ??" Xiaomei Mei was surprised. "The best key middle school in the province. I remember that it has a high school directly under it and is also the best in the province?"

Xie Meng's vague "En" sounded, and Xiao Xiaomei seemed to want to ask what looked at him, until several new students came in one after another and had to give up.

"Would you like to sit with us?" Wu Xiaomei enthusiastically invited, "Anyway, the teacher hasn't come yet."

As a result, a big fat man like Maitreya came in right after the speech, and Hong Zhong smiled loudly: "Who said I didn't come, just sit and sit fast."

Wu Xiaomei mumbled and reluctantly returned to the seat. There were a few freshmen left, and Maitreya could not wait to start lining up.

"Little handsome guy," Maitreya greeted, "what are you sitting in? What's your name?"

"Xie Meng." Xie Meng took the schoolbag and came over.

Maitreya gave him a glance: "I remember you. If you have a high score, you can go straight up by one or two points."

Xie Meng shook his head: "It didn't work well."

Maitreya patted his shoulder: "People have stumbled and horses stumbled, keep working hard and don't be discouraged."

Xie Meng nodded and said seriously: "Thank you teacher."

Maitreya was very happy, he said several times, 8 thanks, and instructed the remaining students to arrange their seats.

"Xiao Xiaomei!" Maitreya's voice was scary: "Don't always think of sitting next to the handsome guy! Don't be in love early!"

Wu Xiaomei said impatiently: "Who loves early, I can't keep my eyes on it!"

The people around laughed, everyone was very kind and did not boo, Xie Meng also showed a smile, Tong Xiaomei looked at him, flushed, and spit out his tongue playfully.

Xie Meng arranged his seat and went with other boys to pick up books and school uniforms. The books were too heavy and heavy, and the scores could be completely removed. I forgot how many times I moved. When Xie Meng came back, I found that several boys were blocked at the door.

Maitreya seems to be scolding, but the tone is not harsh: "Don't learn well! Be late for the first day!" After a while, he said, "Dyed your hair? Go for it tomorrow!"

Xie Meng said "borrowed" and passed between the two boys in the back, and the boy standing in front looked back at him.

"Born by nature." The boy quickly regained his gaze, and he casually pulled his bangs, lazily: "Dyeing is only called dyeing, teacher."

Maitreya Buddha was enraged, rolled the book and patted the boy's head: "Where is the flow, what looks like a student!"

The boy wasn't angry when he was beaten. He smiled awkwardly. He talked to the person next to him and found a seat. When Xie Meng was going to move the next book, he also stood up.

"My name is Ji Qinyang." The boy supported the corner of the table, and seemed to introduce himself inadvertently. He tilted his head to look at Xie Meng and smiled very well.

"... Xie Meng." Xie Meng paused for a while before reporting his name. Ji Qinyang nodded, thinking about himself and thinking about Xie Meng's name again.

Xie Meng looked up at him subconsciously, and the other side smiled at him.

Behind him came Ji Qinyang's shoulder. He seemed to be very popular. He soon became a part of the rest of the boys in the class. Xie Meng followed behind them, and a wind came in from the window as he passed the corridor, setting off. After the blue curtain, Xie Meng stopped. He tilted his head and squinted, letting the refreshing summer wind blow on his face.

The military training started the next day. The content of the original three days was constrained to finish the training in one day. They lined up, walked forward, and stood in military posture. Many students could not stand it for a long time.

Xie Meng took off his hat to wash his face in the washbasin. Liu Hai was wet and sticky to his forehead because of sweat. He puffed two pieces of water, and suddenly heard the whistle from the playground when he was blowing the wind of the collar.

The instructor was taking a few boys to play, including Ji Qinyang.

The boy was long and sturdy, and his dark brown hair seemed to shine in the sun when he jumped up. He skillfully led the ball and shouted to throw the basketball into the frame.

Xie Meng looked at the bright smile on the other's face, and silently put his hat back on his head.

After half of the lunch break, Ji Qinyang was willing to return with a group of talents. The boys were sweating all over their faces, and the whole man seemed to be steaming. Xie Mengzheng bent down to change the drinking water. When he turned back, he saw Ji Qinyang standing behind him.

"I'm here to help you." The boy smiled and rolled up his sleeves. The sweat on his face kept flowing to his neck. Xie Mengguang felt the heat after standing beside him.

The two joined forces to replace the bucket. Xie Meng thanked him and took the empty bucket out by himself. When he returned, he saw Ji Qinyang talking to the boys around him.

"You and Xie Meng are very familiar?" The boy asked without any malice.

Ji Qinyang did not answer, shook his head while drinking water.

The boy also said: "The people in s are very good. Not many people in the whole class dare to talk to him."

Ji Qinyang smiled and raised an eyebrow: "How can it be so exaggerated."

The boy punched him: "People study well and are proud."

"So what." Ji Qinyang didn't care much, "It's not in our school now."

Xie Meng leaned at the door and waited until the two had finished speaking. They went in after Ji Qinyang's seat, and the whole boy was lying on the table and didn't know he was asleep.

Most of the girls woke up, and Xiao Xiaomei tiptoed to Xie Meng, poked at his shoulder, put his hand to his mouth and mysteriously and whispered: "Ji Qinyang, this person is very famous in our school."

Xie Meng was a little curious, and whispered as she learned, "You are in a school?"

Wu Xiaomei nodded, she blushed a little under the gaze of the boy, and boldly began to gossip: "Partial subjects are very serious, Chinese composition has won awards in the province, many musical instruments ... I heard that he would go to that kind after school Somewhere to play, I don't know if it's fake ... "

"What kind of place?" Xie Meng couldn't help repeating: "Which kind of place?"

Wu Xiaomei's eyes dodged a little, and she vomited, "It's not a good place anyway ..."

Xie Meng blinked.

Wu Xiaomei hurriedly said, "I also heard, maybe it's fake."

Xie Meng gave a whisper, and Xiao Xiaomei probably felt like he was talking too much, and he didn't bother to laugh a little, and the two talked for a while, and they didn't separate until the instructor came in.

The afternoon is still the same, except that the boys have an extra step forward. More than 20 boys are divided into two groups before and after. Several instructors set up a hemp net on the ground. After a few rounds of practice, they will start timing. The slowest group Fly a circle along the playground.

Xie Meng was the leader of the first group, Ji Qinyang was in the second group, and the instructor came up with an idea to let the two men scratch their wrists to determine the order. Whoever loses first climbs.

Xie Meng pulled up his sleeves. His complexion was still white for a long time, but he would not look weak. The lines of his arms were smooth and graceful of young people. Ji Qinyang had sat down at the table and raised his arms with a smile. .

The palms of the two held hands, Ji Qinyang's body temperature was higher, his palms were warm and dry, Xie Meng was a little dazzling for a while, and by the time the reaction came, his wrists had been pressed down by half.

A loud cry erupted around.

Ji Qinyang had a lot of strength, and he took the initiative to obviously push down Xie Meng's wrist, but the result was not easy.

The back of Xie Meng's hand is always a safe distance from the desktop. He is stable without shaking. Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow. He looked at the person on the other side with a smile and found that Xie Meng was also frowning at him.

The two stared at each other for a while, Xie Meng suddenly relaxed his strength. Outsiders saw that Ji Qinyang pressed Xie Meng's wrist on the table, but only Ji Qinyang knew he had put the other hand down.

Ji Qinyang did not show special happiness or unhappiness after winning, he smiled brightly and patted Xie Meng's shoulder: "Thank you, brother."

Xie Meng replied rudely.

At this time, they may not have thought that in the years to come, the wrists will become the best way to resolve differences between the two. It may not matter how much you win or how much you lose, because often you do n’t win or win. Like today Xie Meng deliberately lost to Ji Qinyang.

Because in most of their lives, winning or losing is not the only important result.

That day, Ji Qinyang's group was two seconds slower than Xie Mengna's group. The young hippie smiled and went to the side to jump around the frog. The afterglow of the sunset was laid on the brick red track, and the shadow moved slowly because Too far away, the expression on Ji Qinyang's face was a little fuzzy, but Xie Meng knew that the other must still be smiling.

For no reason, he felt that way.

After the military training was over, academics gradually became tense. The intersection between Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang fell into the heart of the lake like rain, and the relationship broke up after the ripples broke out. The two were in the same classroom, listening to the same teacher and completing The same homework is outside of the classmates, so there is no other place that matches the "same".

Xie Meng is a typical gifted student in the teacher's eyes, with a calm and restrained character, even a little stuffy, and not much talk. The one who walked closer was only a boy named Zhang Langban. The reason was because they were at the same table.

Zhang Lengbang was actually a little embarrassed at the beginning. He felt that the other party graduated from s, his academic performance was good, and he looked very high. He would definitely look down on himself in the future.

Xie Meng is very gentle.

Although the two words gentle are used to describe the boys as mothers, they can feel that no one is more suitable for gentleness than Xie Meng.

It's like a beautiful hard candy. Beautiful people don't want to eat it. They will feel sweet when they are hard to contain. When they bite off, they will find that the candy is soft.

... Zhang Lianban felt a bit nasty as he described it, but he did think so.

Xie Meng certainly didn't know what he was defined as at the same table. He was calculating algebra problems, solved them, and spread them to the table.

"Let's figure it out for you, see for yourself." Xie Meng was very patient. He and Zhang Leng had been at the same table for almost two months. He had to do math classroom exercises and homework almost twice a day. Not considered a minor correction.

Zhang Lianba happily took the homework book, followed Xie Meng's writing and recalculated it again, and then wiped the process of Xie Meng's writing.

Zhang Gang rubbed and said with emotion: "The midterm exam is coming."

Xie Meng did not feel much: "Yeah."

"What can I do with my math?" Zhang Lianban said in pain: "even you can't save me ..."

"..." Xie Meng wanted to say that he had no plans to save him.

"But it doesn't matter." Zhang Lianban suddenly cheered up, Xie Meng seemed to be able to see the moment when his hp value was full: "As long as Ji Qinyang is in Maitreya, he will not find me. So ridiculous! "

Xie Meng's nib stopped on the paper: "Ji Qinyang?"

Zhang Langbang: "Yang brother passed 1 grade in mathematics in junior high school, and that grade was given by the teacher because his name is well written and neat."

Xie Meng: "... he handed it in blank?"

Zhang Langbang shook his head: "No, he writes very well and looks full, otherwise the roll is neat."

"..." Xie Meng felt inconceivable: "Why not writing so much?"

Zhang Gangbang understood very well: "Yes, he just doesn't."

... This is really wayward. Xie Meng turned his head to think aimlessly. He turned to look at the last row. Ji Qinyang buried his head, and glanced across the podium to face him. Smile.

Xie Meng looked at him, and then looked away after a while.