I with tsinghua
(96).
From 2006 to 2009, WANG Qinghua and I studied together in County No. 1 Middle School.
I was in rocket class all through high school. In the first semester of the second year of senior high school, Wang Qinghua’s father transferred her from the ordinary class to the rocket class through some connections, so we became classmates. At that time, just my original deskmate transferred to the city no. 1 middle school, the vacant seat is cheap Wang Qinghua. Cheap, of course, was my snobbish homeroom teacher’s word.
As the number one in my grade, I was very popular in high school. A lot of people in my class are willing to be my deskmate. It’s not that I’m popular, but they believe that “you will be red if you stay close to ink.” Many people think that I do deskmate, influenced by what they see and hear, results may be improved.
However, this good wish has not been reflected in Wang Qinghua, she has been firmly seated in the last class.
During that time in high school, I felt nervous and fell into the mire of preparing for the college entrance examination. In daily study and life, I don’t have much energy to have anything to do with Wang Qinghua. Interaction was limited to letting her see my notes and copying class assignments. I actively played the role of a good student, even though I was in love.
Wang Qinghua is not a good student either in the eyes of the teacher or our group of students. Her homework is rarely done on time, and her desk is stuffed with snacks. She has more friends than she can count. The boy of the next class, the boy of the next class…… They often crossed mountains to look for her.
But even with all her faults, I never asked the class director to change my deskmate, even though I had the privilege.
For one thing, she had beautiful skin, and we were young and unsophisticated, looking for appearances rather than substance. The size of a woman’s chest is hardly a consideration when measuring her attractiveness. If large breasts can be considered an advantage by today’s standards, I admit she’s at a disadvantage in that regard.
Secondly, she has a cheerful personality and can always laugh at some gossips. She will not be depressed and self-pitying because of poor test results, nor will she resist the teacher’s criticism. She was sad, too, but always smiling.
Her heartless manner is really irritating. Years later, looking back on the whole high school years, that long and bitter time, it seems that only the memory of her can make people feel warm.
She had a hardcover diary with a lock and colorful stickers all over the cover. In the evening self-study, she often secretly opened it, and then write on it. Sometimes it’s a long speech, sometimes it’s a few words. I don’t know what was in the diary. I’ve tried snooping, but I’ve always been driven away by a pair of evil eyes.
Every day, she is familiar and strange to me. In spite of myself, I began to notice and observe her. When she wears her school uniform, she always likes to roll up her trousers and expose her white socks. In PE class, she always hid in the corner of the playground secretly listening to MP3 player under the pretext of a stomachache. In reading class, she used to use “Youth Digest” as a cover, secretly read the current popular youth novels……
As the years passed, we got to know each other. During the break, we would exchange gossip about the stars. At that time, there was a clear line between good and bad students. I was so busy checking, reciting, hoping for the future that I did not and did not dare to approach her circle.
After high school, we were both free, but we didn’t become best friends. I came to Beijing to study, she went to a health school in the city, since then cut off contact.
(97).
The next afternoon, it was still cold outside. The north wind blows, and the torturers lose their temper. I hid in my room, under the covers, playing with my phone to pass the long Sunday.
Struggling in bed for a long time, and finally failed to get rid of the biological clock around, is a sound sleep. When I woke up, the night was already drawn. Neon flashing outside the window, loneliness will naturally wrapped around me. It scratched my heart, scratched my liver, messed with my brain.
After leaving campus and entering the workplace, I gradually got used to being alone. A person to eat, a person to listen to music, a person wandering, a person sitting……
The afternoon nap can be one of the most flattering and depressing things you can do. If you are not careful to sleep until six or seven in the evening. Open your eyes, the room is dark, outside is gray, a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world will arise spontaneously.
Now, I was abandoned by the whole world. I sat on the edge of the bed, sweat streaming from my forehead, trying to replay the dream. I dreamed about Wang Qinghua again. In my dream, she kept smiling at me, waving her hand to greet me, flowers quivering.
A group of people kept pushing and shoving me, and they made me pity the person in front of me. I am afraid to break away and hesitate. Then one day, I decided to show my heart. She wore red lips, red clothes and became another man’s bride.
The dream is a tragedy, tears in eyes. But people say that dreams are the reflection of reality, and maybe reality will be a comedy.
In the past, every time I met my heartthrob, I always had an infinite imagination in my head. Imagine holding hands with her, kissing her, falling asleep, even thinking about future baby names.
However, the day did not work out, UNrequited love I always watch the beautiful people scattered into the crowd, into the arms of others. Act leave me a person, staring back, a long sigh, again and again.
School days, favorite or midsummer girls. When eating, used to stand behind them, staring at their back for a long time. Every now and then, my mind would wander out of my mind, and I would not feel hungry.
The so-called delicious, I guess so.
The same is a school uniform, they can wear concave and convex. Same flip flops, they can pound out music. Of course, the same toilet paper, they use very mysterious.
To borrow other people’s descriptions of girls, MY understanding of girls has experienced a long process: from squatting urinating monster to dancing goblins, and then full of love bodhisattva.
Now I just ask bodhisattva to help me get out of the sea of suffering.
(98).
When I met Wang Qinghua, she was a goblin. Cardamomous youth, flowers, not powdered, but always can attract butterflies. She has a hardcore group of male fans who follow her all the time. She has endless love letters, but she always ignores them.
I agonized over my inability to solve geometric proofs, and she agonized over her inability to invent reasons for refusing.
Senior year, she talked to me a lot. Basically, it’s just a bunch of unnourishing bullshit. It’s been a long time, but I don’t remember much now. Only one sentence impressed me deeply and made me laugh every time I thought about it.
In the distance from the college entrance examination there are 100 days, the teacher in charge of teacher Wu held the general assembly. The students stand in the center of the platform, raise their right hands, shout out their favorite university, in order to stimulate the morale of the heart.
As no. 1 in my class, I was naturally the first to stand on the platform. For all the despising, I call out: “I want to go to Tsinghua.”
Just as I expected, I was greeted with a burst of applause. As I expected, there was some laughter in the applause. At that time, the county has more than 10 years have not taken an exam into Tsinghua university students. Being laughed at, MY heart is not happy but also really lack of confidence.
Heckling sound here and there, I had to angrily walk down the platform, looked back at the head teacher, hope she can do for me. Miss Wu did not let me down, she hung a face of anger, quickly walked to the back row in front of a laugh the biggest students, picked up his ear, will carry it on the platform.
It seemed that Mr. Wu was ready to vent his anger on me, as good students always do. This is also the reason why bad guys don’t bully good students in school. They turn their backs on good students and have teachers behind them.
Teacher Wu furrowed his brow, beat the table and shouted: “Li Hao, speak out your ideal university?”
Li Hao rubbed his ears, whispered, said he actually smiled: “I also want to go to Tsinghua.”
Immediately, the classroom broke out in a commotion. I looked around. Several boys were patting their thighs, tears in their eyes. I was filled with righteous indignation, the class these scum, don’t study hard and laugh at others’ dreams, really mud can not help the wall.
Suddenly, I turned my head and looked at Wang Qinghua. She was crying on the table and I was blindfolded.
The next day, Wang Qinghua’s eyes were red and swollen, and he said to me in all seriousness, “Yao, can you change your dream to go to Peking University?”
I righteously speaking: “Not, the landscape songbirds set, water and wood Zhanqing Hua. I’m going to Tsinghua.”
Wang Qinghua had to helplessly shake his head, revealing a pair of expression.
“What does it matter to her whether I go to Tsinghua or Peking University?” I couldn’t make head or tail of it.
Instead of making me flinch, the teasing emboldened me. In order to clear ambition, I wrote down the title page of each textbook “determined to Tsinghua” five characters.
Li Hao, who was invited to the teacher’s desk because he laughed at my dream, was beaten up by several boys outside the school on the weekend. I still don’t know who helped me out.
Later, I was admitted to the university, after a wide range of people, to understand the evil taste of that group of people. Now think of only feel funny, she Wang Qinghua and I Yao Boqi are suffering from a good name.
Maybe there are many differences between us, but we should have the same experience and feelings about the name always bothering us. I have to say names are really important to a person.
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