The story originated from a very brief encounter, and recently I have become more and more doubtful whether this encounter really happened. In fact, I did not meet her at all. Is it just a figment in my mind?

That was before the Chinese New Year. On a cold night in December, there were snowflakes the size of grains of salt in the sky. I waited at home until the express station was about to close before I went to pick up the express.

The courier station is opposite our community, and we have to cross the road every time. There are always a few electric tricycles parked on the side of the road, and there are fruits, water chestnuts, etc. in the back compartment. These fruits are cheaper than fruit shops, and I sometimes buy them.

several.

I didn't plan to buy fruit that night because it was very cold in winter and my hands were already tucked into my sleeves when I was carrying the express. I really didn't want to carry the fruit.

But I suddenly heard someone calling my name. It was a woman's voice. It was very familiar, but I hadn't heard it for many years and it felt very unfamiliar.

I turned my head subconsciously, and there was a woman wearing a red down jacket standing under the big umbrella of the fruit stall. She was wearing a hooded scarf on her head. I didn't see her face clearly for a while, and it wasn't until I got closer that I recognized it. It was me.

High school classmate.

This encounter was really unexpected, just like it was so unexpected when she left.

She once gave me a small shell, which has always been on my bookshelf.

I said you sell this fruit. She said yes, do you live here? I said ah ah, yes, I live in this community. I didn’t expect to meet you here and you also live here.

? She said no, no, I just set up a stall here, and there was no urban management to chase me out at night. I said, oh, that's it, then you can pick some sugar oranges for me. I was just thinking of buying some sugar oranges to eat back home, please give them to me

Choose a good one.

She just laughed and said that she would definitely pick out the best sugar oranges for her old classmate.

She carefully picked out a lot of sugar oranges for me and put them in a big opaque red bag. I picked them up and felt that they weighed at least ten kilograms.

I smiled and asked how much it was. She waved her hand and said no money. I said no, I must give you money. She also smiled and said that she treated me to so many meals in high school, so she paid for it with this.

I was speechless for a moment, and she looked at me and said that I feel like you haven't changed much. I said that I have gained a little weight, but you are as beautiful as before. She waved her hand and just grinned. I felt that my words were really true.

Contrary to her will, she no longer looks young, and there are fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

She said what are you doing now? I said I am not working now, I am just writing novels. She said you still like writing novels as before. I smiled and suddenly became horrified.

I did secretly write novels in a notebook when I was in high school, but I only wrote more than 30,000 words in total, and I didn’t tell anyone about it.

She saw my confusion, smiled and said, I'm so sorry, I secretly took it out and read it, it was quite good. I thought you had talent at that time.

I remained silent, my face burning for a long time.

It was a martial arts article, and the protagonist used my real name. The protagonist of the story was an abandoned baby, who was picked up by the former abbot of Shaolin Temple, and then accepted as a disciple of a closed family. Later, the former abbot passed away, and the current abbot is the protagonist's senior brother, and the protagonist also

He became the most senior person in the Shaolin Temple, and all the Eighteen Arhats called him uncle. After the protagonist's sixteenth birthday, he went out to find his biological parents, and then met a little beggar on the road. They hit it off immediately. The protagonist regarded the little beggar as his biological father.

Brother, but who knows that the little beggar is a little witch who disguises herself as a man and escapes from marriage. She secretly promises the protagonist, and then launches an intense pursuit...

All in all, this is a vulgar and boring story, and the heroine has the same surname as hers, and their names are homophones. I don’t believe she didn’t notice.

I was eager to change the topic, so I asked how your grandma was doing. She whispered that she had just been buried a few days ago. I said she was fine before, right? She nodded, her eyes were tired, and she didn't want to say more on this topic.

I asked again, have you been selling fruit since then? She shook her head and said that her two children at home have started going to school. This gives me more freedom and gives me time to take care of them.

It seemed like something went out, and my original excitement suddenly cooled down. I murmured, yes, you are married. She pursed her lips and smiled.

We faced each other in silence for a moment, and she asked, "What about you? Do you have a partner?" I quickly said, "I don't. My mother is single. Alas, no girl can like me." She smiled and said, "You are pretty good."

Yeah, how could it be possible that no girl likes you? It's because you have too high standards.

I was speechless and just shook my head.

I said embarrassedly, I'm going back first, don't set up a stall, it's quite cold. She agreed with a smile.

"Come on, old classmate." I heard her say behind her. I responded randomly, like a wild dog running away with its tail between its legs.

On the way to escape, I kept breathing heavily, and my mind was full of what it was like back then.

I met her in the early summer of May, when it was already the second semester of my sophomore year in high school.

In fact, we have been classmates since we were separated into arts and sciences classes in the first semester of high school. It’s just that I wasn’t familiar with her at first. I only knew that she was a top student. She was always in the top ten in her grade before we were separated into classes, and after she was separated into classes, she was the number one scholar in liberal arts.

The worst is also among the top three in liberal arts.

Some people may not know that in the Jiangsu College Entrance Examination, only scores other than language and mathematics were calculated, and scores in minor subjects were only ranked... In short, the situation is quite complicated, so you don't need to get too entangled.

When I was a freshman in high school, my grades were pretty good, so I was assigned to the best liberal arts sunshine class together with this top student. However, I became addicted to novels and two-dimensional animations from the second year of high school, and my grades went from bad to worse.

My mother knows how to get into trouble. After a monthly exam, she saw that I was at the bottom of the class and couldn't bear it. She slapped me and gave the class teacher a supermarket shopping card worth 5,000 yuan, so she and I became classmates.

table.

In fact, I didn't have much favorable impressions of this classmate before this, because many people in the class disliked her and said bad things about her, so I just followed the crowd and had no favorable impression of her.

She has a bad temper, and many people say she is arrogant because she is arrogant because she is good at studying and likes to "pretend".

I didn't feel that she was arrogant, I just felt that she was indeed very arrogant. She relied on her own good study. Even when she was not the monitor on duty, she would "go overboard" and yell at those who spoke in the self-study class. Once it affected me,

Being reprimanded in front of everyone made me blush and embarrassed.

She has a bad temper. When we were in high school, we often asked the top students for advice, and the top students would usually explain it cheerfully. But she was different. When people asked her questions, although she could speak, she always looked irritable, and others listened.

If you don't understand, you will frown and say, "Can't you understand this?" But if everyone can understand it simply, why are you asking?

Over time, few people asked her questions, and no one interacted with her, even though her grades were very good.

In short, she and I were definitely not familiar with each other before this, and we had not spoken much for nearly a year after we were in the same class. But after adjusting the seats, several classmates in the class who were close to her looked at her with sympathy.

Looking at me, he seems to have predicted my tragic end in the future.

I felt very uneasy. She had scolded her deskmate before and made him cry. But I think I am a boy and I should be thicker-skinned than a girl. I would not be scolded so easily. If she really dares to scold me.

I scolded him back, but the woman didn't get used to it.

At first, I was definitely not very satisfied with this new classmate. Although there were not many boys with female classmates in the class, and although I also fantasized about having a youthful love story in a liberal arts class where 80% of the students were girls, the female lead candidate was not available.

Never include her.

In fact, because of this classmate, I didn’t even dare to read novels secretly, for fear that she would sue the teacher, as she had never done this kind of thing before.

I had secretly saved money for a long time and bought a Gionee smartphone, which cost 1,000 yuan and had a resolution of 720p. I didn’t know the other parameters, and I didn’t understand anything at the time. I only knew that the higher the screen resolution, the better, because

When watching anime, 720P was much clearer than 480p.

At that time, I was 13 or 14 years old. Gionee's mobile phone was still good, and I usually used it to read anime and novels. I usually didn't go home at noon, and I didn't stay at school. I would go to the milk tea shop opposite the school to watch anime and novels via wireless network.

look.

My mother didn't know that I had a mobile phone, so the time when I sat at the same table with her was when I was the most honest. I was afraid that she would tell the teacher that I played with my mobile phone, and I was afraid that the teacher would confiscate it, and I was even more afraid that my mother would beat me if she found out.

When I got home that day, my mother asked me if I had changed my seat today. I was confused as to how she knew about it. My mother confessed to me and was proud of her clever maneuver in bribing the teacher. I was so angry that I vomited blood and thought to myself, you

You can buy me an iPhone 4S for 5,000 yuan!

I got angry and said, "Can you please stop meddling in other people's business? My deskmate is crazy and has a bad temper. You can ask the teacher to change it for me tomorrow!" My mother said, "Isn't your new deskmate that xxx?"

One, right? I said that even if you are ranked first in liberal arts, you are still crazy. She is very aggressive and curses at every turn. Besides, yy (the most beautiful girl in the class) also has very good grades. I would rather be my roommate with yy!

After hearing this, my mother slapped her thigh and said, OK, this deskmate is the best, the more aggressive the better, this is how I can treat you! I won’t be led astray by you!

I was speechless and unable to argue, but I was holding my neck and refused to give in. In the end, my mother picked up a broom and beat her up, forcing me to face reality.

Therefore, I was very irritable during those days and felt itchy and uncomfortable, but I could only run out of school at noon and read novels at a milk tea shop.

Maybe part of the reason is that I am also very indifferent to her. When I see her, it's as if I haven't seen her. She basically doesn't take the initiative to talk to me.

But I didn't expect the change to happen so quickly, in just two or three days.

During the evening self-study, I was scratching my head as I wrote a fill-in-the-blank math question, but because of my previous slack, my grades dropped a lot, and I couldn’t write many questions. I was stuck for a long time, and I couldn’t think of anything, so I turned around and looked at the back row.

The classmate replied, and then she grabbed him.

She looked at me seriously at that time and said, "What do you want to do?" I felt guilty and said that I didn't want to do anything. I just had a question that I couldn't write and wanted to ask him how to write it. She said that you were clearly copying someone else's answer. I

She said this has nothing to do with you, and I am not copying you. She said that if you really can’t write, I can teach you, don’t copy other people’s homework. I blushed and turned white at that time, and said this has nothing to do with you, I don’t want it.

You teach. She said that Teacher Fan (the head teacher) asked me to take care of you. Teacher Fan said that your grades have dropped a lot recently and asked me to sit next to you and help you more.

I thought to myself that Teacher Fan just said it casually, are you taking it seriously? He took money from my mother and was just showing off. You don’t think he really cares about whether my grades are deteriorating, right?

What she said at that time gave people a condescending feeling. I thought she was very "arrogant" at first, but now she became even more impatient. She said angrily, "I don't want you to teach me, I can do it myself!"

Then I struggled with the fill-in-the-blank question, but anyone who has ever answered the question knows that sometimes people cannot answer questions with anger, because the more anxious and tense a person is, the less they can think of anything.

I was caught in an endless loop. Sometimes I was scribbling on the scratch paper, and sometimes I just stared at the problem in a daze. The more I wanted to solve the problem, the easier it was for me to lose focus and have all kinds of random thoughts, but I never solved the problem.

ideas.

The most annoying thing is that my deskmate would glance at me from time to time, looking at my stupid look, and snorting in his nose, as if he was laughing at my overestimation of my abilities.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. I gritted my teeth, but there was nothing I could do.

I thought about this for a whole night of self-study, and until the bell rang, I still had no solution. I gritted my teeth, and my self-esteem was hit hard. I hated myself for being so incompetent, and even slapped myself in the face, using this kind of self-abuse method.

way to vent the anger in my heart.

At this time, she poked my arm with the cap of her pen. I waved it away impatiently and asked her angrily what she wanted to do. I was already prepared to be ridiculed by her.

But she didn't speak, she just handed over her scratch paper, which had complete steps for solving the problem.

I took a second look and suddenly realized that it was that simple.

"Oh——" I couldn't help but screamed out knowing the answer, feeling relieved but unwilling to do so.
To be continued...