The day of farewell, who did I cheat

In June, Nanyang was extremely hot, and the sun was burning the earth like a stove. This is the hottest time of the year. During the day, countless flies were stringing around wildly. They were not afraid of heat, and their enthusiasm for work was high. They went to the toilet and went to the smelly ditch, and were busy sneaking into the kitchen to compete with the master, then the students of the group and the group of people who have meals earn food. Steamed bread, rice and meat dishes will leave their natural and unrestrained footprints, which seems to be the best job in the world: eating and playing. Of course, I saw more clearly that a big pig next door to the kitchen was thrown by the same fat green head fly and kept hitting its head against the wall. All people, whether they cook or eat, are very depressed and disgusting, but they have no choice. I once smashed the dirty guy with a stone, but it didn’t help. It didn’t kill me. It lived a happy life. It seemed that it was not afraid of heat and went to the ditch to enjoy the cool. It just bothers those flies. This is the life of the martial arts school. No matter how noble and rich you are, you have to adapt to this hard training here. This is the summer of Martial school, which goes round and round and never changes. I have been practicing here for three years, and fortunately, Nirvana was here. I actually became a coach. I became the most familiar resident resident resident with flies and old gutso. Flies are my nightmare. I hate flies more than mosquitoes. Although flies and mosquitoes attack and disgust me with clear division of labor day and night, when I think of green flies, I get goose bumps all over and want to vomit! So in the summer of my first year as a coach, I gave a death order to 40 students from all over the world: annihilate flies! I know this is crazy talk, but it is not a problem for everyone to destroy 30 flies and 40 people to destroy 120 flies every day, which is enough for me to understand my hatred. The flies killed by each person must be recorded by a special person to complete the task. These people invented many unique tricks in catching flies, but now I still think it is a classic. There was a boy who was very clever. Someone covered his nose and went to the toilet to catch flies. He poured well and sat under the shade of the tree. He put a piece of rotten meat in front of him, holding a Swatch in his hand to catch flies at ease, it’s better than anyone. I have to rest at noon, and I didn’t dare to go to the playground to practice until three or four o’clock in the afternoon. Of course, most of the time we can also go to the woods on the mountain to enjoy the cool and practice. But the most time is lying in the dormitory to sleep. This was an amazing scene: everyone slept with sweat all over. Tiredness made them forget the heat and fell into a sweet dream. Sweat soaked mat, wet clothes and pillows, but they did not know. At this moment, I silently went to their dormitory for a round with a feeling of love, because I was leaving, which was the last farewell. I felt guilty in my heart, which I had never seen before. Everyone who fell asleep here was punished by me. But at this moment, I really hope to teach my classmates a lesson kindly to show my apologies. But none of this will happen again. The whole building was surprisingly quiet, with only hateful flies flying around the corridor tirelessly, and the heat wave filled in the air was suffocating. Turn around and have a good look at everything here, including the hateful fly and another pig of that pig. I walked to the end of the corridor, squatting at the corner of a student, who seemed to be practicing his ability to fight flies. He stood up in a panic and bowed respectfully. His expression was a little panic. Why not sleep? Can’t sleep… have something to worry about? He smiled and said nothing. I once punched him the day before yesterday, and my mouth was swollen. It hasn’t gone down yet. He is probably suffering at the moment. Sorry, I am too strict with you all, I say sorry to you! This person who is about my age obviously didn’t expect this sudden apology. Hearing this, I couldn’t help crying. Maybe he really dared not believe that a wolf would turn into a sheep, and he told me unabashedly with his surprise. In my dormitory, Zhao Na was busy packing things for me, a gentle and shy girl and a woman who was capable of special skills. The coach of the child class, my colleague, my girlfriend, the female martial arts all-round title in our school in 1998. She was so tired that she was sweating heavily and her back was wet. I watched her busy quietly, eating and drinking stuffed with big bags and small bags. My heart was very contradictory and sad. To be honest, the person who wanted to say the most sorry was probably her. She didn’t know that I would never return this time, and there would be no news from now on. I don’t know what to say to her. She looked at my melancholy look and thought I was unwilling to give her up! She ran to close the door, then kissed me emotionally and said: Don’t be sad, isn’t it just a week? We will meet soon! I held her in my arms and held her tightly without saying a word. I just stood there for a long time. I embrace kindness with my meanness and deceive kindness with lies. The recorder sang Meng Tingyi’s song: lend me a pair of eyes, let me see this time clearly and clearly. Yes, it was sung to my heart, what both the deceived and the deceived lack is a pair of eyes. However, how many people once felt with emotion when facing the vast red dust and all living beings? Why didn’t they desire to have a pair of eyes! However, I am like the teacher sister Wei Juan. I always liked her, but she kept running away. I don’t know what she dislikes me, whether she is poor, not handsome enough, or not smart and sunny enough? All this is unknown. During those two years, I have been chasing her, directly or indirectly. She refused, directly or indirectly, until she left quietly half a year ago. When she left, she didn’t tell me where she was going or what she was doing. She didn’t even leave a word of resignation. She was absolutely innocent and desperate. People say that being loved is happy, but I think it is just the opposite for Wei Juan. She wants me to disappear from her eyes. At that time, my inferiority complex was particularly strong, and I felt that I was dumped. I gradually felt that compared with Wei Juan, I was the boring green-headed fly, which even pigs hated. In fact, she never accepted me. In order to comfort my self-esteem and my loss, I took my declining mood to Zhao Na, a silly girl. I desperately wanted her because of Wei Juan’s loss, emptiness and inferiority. Yesterday she and I were still groaning, planning to save money to build a house and get married, her eyes were full of longing for the future: the house, the blue sky above the house, white clouds, the crops beside the house, the vegetable garden, the river in front of the door, the fish in the river and the bridge above the fish. Her blueprint almost disintegrated me, because that was also what I wanted. But she didn’t know, she didn’t know that the owner there didn’t have me or wasn’t her, because I would leave, the familiar hum of going to the railway station and the melting crowd of Xi Xi made me want to vomit. It was a kind of wandering smell and a kind of farewell smell. The sound of the train turned tears and smiles back and forth and performed. I have been running around in this rhythm for many years, and I constantly repeat the simple but heart-wrenching rhythm of life on the platform of hope and disappointment. Tears were scattered to the platform by me again and again, and passed by ruthless wheels. But I have never felt as complicated, sad, guilty or even panic as today. Looking at Zhao Na’s reluctant appearance, I didn’t know whether I should tell her to understand all this. I sat malaise until the ticket checking began. At that moment, Zhao Na was surprised and said, “You are mistaken, fool, this is the train going south, which is completely opposite to the direction you go home! She thought I was confused and reminded me hard. She looked at my ticket and pulled me away. Seeing people rushing in, there were fewer and fewer people entering the station. The ticket inspector began to shout and remind him that if he didn’t leave again, it would be too late. I just tried to tell the truth. This is a very low-level mistake, and I regret this decision for many years. I actually thought that long pain was better than short pain, making her wait for a liar who was far away. It was even more a kind of injury. She was shocked at that moment without saying a word, looking at me without knowing. Immediately tears fell down, and her whole body trembled. In this hot June, she shivered with cold! I was also very flustered and wanted to comfort her, but she covered her face with both hands and rushed out of the crowd. The red athletic clothing soon disappeared in the waiting room. From my view, it disappeared for the last time. I was scared at that moment, and I was relieved at that moment. At that moment, I was scattered all over and got on the train heading south.

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