Chapter 17: Bicycle on the highway

(No.92—No.95)
No.92
I remember it was cloudy the next morning, Zhang Ping stood on the podium and began to talk about the midterm exam. At that time, I didn't know why I just didn't want to turn my face to look at the podium, but stared at the unsightly gray canopy outside the window.
Later, I heard the sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard, Zhang Ping complained that Yu Huai didn’t wipe the blackboard cleanly, and everyone opened their notebooks to copy the midterm exam time, location, and examination room schedule on the blackboard. , But I just didn't move.
Until Yu Huai pushed me: "Why are you in a daze, copy the exam time!"
I finally took up the pen resignedly.
At that time, it seemed that I was the only one who was still immersed in the joyous atmosphere of the school celebration, unable to extricate myself, as if the exam time on the blackboard was a curse, I just have to look at it, and with a slap, the real world will come to my face and break all the beautiful bubbles. .
I said to Yu Huai, I think I'm dead.
Yu Huai smiled, at a young age, don't keep talking about death. dead? In your dreams!
I still insist, Yu Huai, I think I'm really dead.
Only then did he take my little emotions seriously, sighed, and said, take your time, take a few more tests...
I waited for him to say beautiful lies such as "There will be progress" and "It will get better", but he paused and said with difficulty--
"You will get used to it."
You will get used to it several times.
We always refuse to accept our position in a certain group. Those who succeed in the struggle will get a position they like, and those who cannot resist will one day get used to it.
wanna die? Beautiful to you.
Only when I was silent, he handed over a small note.
"If you have any questions, please ask me quickly. In fact, there are only a few types of questions, and you can understand them by analogy.
I held the note in my hand, raised my face, and saw him smiling at me silly.
No.93
The exam is set for next week. In Zhang Ping's words, there is plenty of time for review.
Thursday morning is Chinese and afternoon is math.
Friday morning is physics and chemistry, one and a half hours each. In the afternoon, he mixed history, geography, and politics for three hours. This shows the status of these three subjects in Zhenhua before the division of arts and sciences.
Zhang Ping said that teachers will work overtime on Saturdays and Sundays to correct the papers, and when they arrive at school on Monday, the ranking will come out.
"The more we are tired, the less you will suffer. I remember when I was in school, the students were waiting for the results of a subject, which is called a chronic torture. Before all the results and rankings came out, no one We can’t learn new content, so we will get results as soon as possible in future exams. Everyone must adapt to the fast pace, actively adjust their mentality, sum up experience and lessons, and welcome the next stage of learning, ha.
The first half is not as serious as Zhang Ping, and the "ha" in the back is all back to its original shape.
"So, it is estimated that on Tuesday or Wednesday, the first parent meeting of the first year of high school will be held. Everyone should go back and inform the parents that they should prepare in advance if they want to ask for leave."
I told my dad all of this. He nodded and said I knew it, then patted my shoulder, and said again: "Easy to fight, despise the enemy strategically, value the enemy tactically, and improved by nine last time. This time... …"
It is estimated that he saw that my eyes were too sad, so he swallowed the second half back.
"This time... easy to challenge, easy to challenge."
No.94
Every night I read K until 12:30, and I go to bed if I can't hold it anymore. Sometimes, my dad would knock on the door before going to bed at about 10:30 and say a few words of nonsense, "rest early, so that you can have enough energy to get a good exam." He probably knows that good looks often come in exchange for brain blankness. . Of course, I can only respond with "don't know anymore", and we are tacitly aware of the contradiction between nurturing our spirit and preparing for war.
I used to wash the dishes after eating. Since I have Aunt Qi, I don't even have to touch the side of housework. She will stop me even when I clean up the dishes and get off the table, so I can put down the bowl and go back to rest or study.
"You don't need to do it. Go back to your house and rest for a while. Or watch the TV and relax. Auntie can just clean up. After a day at school, you don't need to do the housework and leave it to Auntie."
I am so sorry. But it is too easy to go from thrift to luxury. I abandoned the good habit of washing the dishes in two days, as if I had never used it in my life.
However, I also became very irritable because of exam preparation. To put it bluntly, there is no one in this world suddenly, and one thing makes me pleasing to the eye. Lin Fan became obsessed with four-wheel drive vehicles. My dad became his team sponsor. Every night at 8 or 9 o'clock, my dad and Aunt Qi were sitting in the living room watching TV. He set up his black plastic track and started debugging the equipment.
In fact, I can't hear much when I close the door, but the slightest noise can make my head hum.
Fortunately, I still only have a bit of reason and humanity, and I don’t run out like a shrew to unload his highway. But sometimes Aunt Qi knocks on the door and enters the house to give me milk. I can't control my expression. Turning my head and staring at her standing at the door, she often puts on a stinky face that you and your son owe me twenty thousand taels of silver.
I didn't mean it.
With the buzzing of the mini engine made by Lin Fan in the living room, she was as sensitive as Aunt Qi, and quickly understood my expression as suppressed dissatisfaction.
She smiled awkwardly, put the milk on the side of my table, tentatively tentatively smoothing my hair, and said: "If you are tired, take a break and combine work and rest."
Then after she went out, I tiptoed to the door to eavesdrop, and as expected, I heard her scolding Xiao Lin Fan: "Hurry up and put this thing away, will you be crazy? Can you be quiet for a while?"
My dad didn’t know what he said: "You just let him play. Have you finished the sailing homework? Then continue to play."
Then I heard the sound of Sailing Kobayashi disassembling the runway.
He is still so well-behaved and quiet, never arguing, nor willful. Suddenly I felt that I was a particularly bastard. It was me who was obviously incompetent, but put the blame on a little boy who rarely had the opportunity to make noise.
My heart is sour. What am I doing?
No.95
I pretended to go out to pour water, and when I saw Lin Fan lower my head and silently dismantle the runway, I walked over and sat cross-legged on the floor.
"How did you take it apart? Don't play anymore?"
He was taken aback, raised his head, his and white eyes blinked and blinked: "Sister?... Stop playing.... Tired of playing, noisy."
"No noise," I grabbed a flat racing car and dialed the rear wheels twice. To be honest, I really don't know where this thing is fun, why a group of boys are crazy about it regardless of age. I looked very interested and said, "Put on the shelf and let my sister run around."
Lin Fan glanced timidly in the direction of Aunt Qi, and then gently helped me re-set up the track.
I grabbed one casually and said, "Come on, let's race!"
I was about to put it on top, but he stopped it. For the first time, I saw the fiery persistence and extremely professional expression in this little guy's eyes: "This is not good, the engine has not been adjusted, and the tires are worn out. Take this, This one is relatively new, I just changed the core, and I will definitely not turn the corners."
I didn't understand a word, but I still took it in a daze.
At the moment when the car started, Lin Fan's focused expression moved me. I suddenly remembered Yu Huai's state when he was doing the question. I called him several times and he couldn't hear it. It was completely different from me who was inefficient and listened to all directions.
Suddenly felt emotional. This world belongs to the talented people, it also belongs to the serious people, and it belongs to those who study seriously in the field of talent.
So, where is my talent?
Lin Fan won. My dad cheered for him, he embarrassedly grabbed my car in his hand and said, "Sister, this car is still not adjusted, sorry, I will try again." Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and started dismantling.
I touched his head, smiled, turned around and blinked at Aunt Qi, went back to my cabin and balanced the chemical equation.
The soft orange light of the desk lamp makes my eyes a little sore. I suddenly remembered that there was an elementary school classmate named Wen Miao, a boy who was always unhurried. In the first and second grades of elementary school, the teacher asked everyone to stand up and talk about their ideals. Amidst the great wishes of the "United Nations Secretary-General," "Astronomer," and "President of the State," he stood up with his nose and said, "I want to Live a good life, a good life comfortable."
Everyone laughed at him, what a broken ideal.
Later, although we never knew him well, he had been living around me. Every time I saw him, he always smiled leisurely, with similar grades, and looked relaxed and happy.
Good and comfortable day.
I thought of Shen Zi again, as if a moth was battling the fire, insisting on Qingshan not relaxing. Although the result was not satisfactory, I thought that she must have had a hearty life and would never regret it.
What about me? I have the possibility of being at ease, but I am not willing to be mediocre and obey the arrangements of my parents. However, because it is indeed mediocre, the pyramid of life squeezes me in the middle, like a meatloaf in a hamburger that is drowned in salad dressing.
Kobayashi's four-wheel drive vehicle began to hum around the track again.
I suddenly felt like a fool riding a bicycle on the highway.