Chapter 73

September 1, 2015.

"Zhixu, do you want another box of milk?"

"No, I can't drink it." Xia Zhixu tied the shoelaces of his shoes, grabbed his schoolbag and hung it on his shoulder, "Mom and Dad, I'm gone."

Xia's mother put down the milk and trotted to Xia Zhixu. Her son was only 15 years old, so he smoked early, a head higher than her. She pinned Xia Zhixu's school badge on his left chest. "Look at you, you almost forgot this. On the first day of school, you were so careless."

Summer father put down the newspaper, "do you want me to send you?"

Xia Zhixu smiles, hugs her mother, stretches her neck and shouts at her father, "no, I'll take the bus. Let's go

It's hard to describe the weather in September. It's just getting rid of the summer heat, but it's still not a bright autumn day. It's mixed between the two seasons, just like his age.

There are no borders, no ambiguities.

From home, across a road is the bus stop. The summer uniform of Jingjian middle school is very simple, white short sleeve shirt with black trousers, which makes Xia Zhixu very satisfied. He thought it would be polo shirt and shorts of different colors. When he received the uniform, he was surprised, but it was also in line with the style of the school.

Lazily walked to the bus station, next to the station sign stood a few office workers, looking very anxious. Xia Zhixu sits on the bench and looks at the direction of the distant bus, waiting for his 729 bus.

There are more and more people at the bus station. There are several girls in other school uniforms. The dark blue school uniform skirt is very long, covering their knees. There are also some smaller pupils, holding the breakfast in their hands, talking with milk.

Xia Zhixu stretched his long legs and looked at the watch on his wrist.

It's 7:39.

It's still early. I don't think I'll be late.

Look up again.

A new figure appeared in the sight, like himself, wearing the uniform of Jingjian middle school.

His back looks so thin, just like the saplings he planted in his grandmother's yard last year. Standing upright, he always feels uneasy, as if he would fall over when the wind blows.

It's very strange. This person is clearly standing here, standing in this noisy and human bus stop, but virtually, it seems that there is a thin diaphragm separating him from the outside world, alienating and quiet.

It's like going to an amusement park when I was a child. The performers on the side of the road blow out a huge bubble, which can completely cover people inside. The light is shining in the sun.

Xia Zhixu tilts his head, out of curiosity about his classmates, and wants to see the person's face.

When I go to school at this time, I should be a freshman.

"Here comes 729."

When Xia Zhixu heard someone talking, he got up from the bench. The bus just stopped was full of people. He had to wait behind and got on the bus with difficulty.

- student card.

Xia Zhixu put the card into the side of his schoolbag and was pushed into the middle of the car by the crowd. The whole bus is like a huge sardine tin, and people can't move with people. He turned his head and looked around. From the dense crowd, he saw the same white shirt as himself.

The colorful bubble is still there, wrapping the man in it.

In the shaking shadow, Xia Zhixu can barely see his side face, and finds that he seems to be injured, with his left arm hanging in plaster cast.

Here is Nanjing Road. Please take your belongings with you

The crowd loosened a little. Xia Zhixu watched many passengers get out of the car. He also pushed back, "sorry to give way, sorry..."

He got what he wanted and squeezed next to the boy.

Xia Zhixu reaches out and grabs the pull ring on the top of his head. The car starts. He doesn't hold still and bumps into the boy beside him. He immediately apologizes, "I'm sorry."

The bumped student didn't even raise his head. His only movable hand grasped the pillar beside him and shook his head facing the side window.

Xia Zhixu slightly lowered his head, side chin, quietly looking at the people around him. He kept his head slightly down, almost expressionless, his mouth, left cheekbones and neck were covered with adhesive tape, and there seemed to be some on his forehead.

Was it a hit? How can there be so many injuries.

But they are very good-looking, they are pretty, and they are only a little shorter than themselves. His skin is very white, drooping eyelids can almost see light cyan blood vessels, two clumps of eyelashes are illuminated by the sun, casting a long shadow, flashing in the present skin.

The line of sight moves down along the straight bridge of the nose, and falls on his lips. The color is very light, and a less obvious corner bead can be seen on the side.

It seems impolite to stare at someone's mouth the first time we meet.

Xia Zhixu, who was aware of this problem, turned his head and his eyes twinkled.

It's just curiosity. He comforted himself in this way.The car keeps shaking. The bus in this city is famous for driving fiercely. The driver almost drives the bus as a go kart.

Suddenly a stop, the boys around hit Xia Zhixu.

He's nothing but worried about the man's arm. Xia Zhixu gave him a hand and said, "it's OK."

My lips, which I had just been staring at, opened slightly I'm sorry

The voice is also very nice.

Like the sound of a spring.

this strange metaphor makes him want to make complaints about himself. After all, he is not really interested in literature. He always writes something boring or curious.

Still worried, I couldn't help looking more. The color of his hair is totally different from that of himself. It's light dark brown. It looks more bright in the sun. It looks soft and easy to rub.

But his face is really not very good, some pale, grasp the hand of the pillar is also very tight, bone white.

Xia Zhixu just looked at him like this. He suddenly turned his head and seemed to find his eyes in pursuit.

He quickly raised his head, as if nothing had happened to look at the top of the road map.

There's one more stop.

Xia Zhixu had an admirer since he was in primary school. In junior high school, he was surrounded by outside class girls outside the window for three years. For the first time in his life, he realized the feeling of peeping at others. He felt strange in his heart and could not tell the truth.

He turned and struggled to the door. Whatever it feels like, it's time for him to get out of the car now.

With the sound of station announcement, the door is pulled open, and Xia Zhixu walks out of the car with his bag on his back. I don't know why, but my pace slows down unconsciously. I feel like I'm waiting for someone. I have an impulse to look back.

But he didn't look back.

Let's go. Go to the classroom early and meet new students.

As soon as the psychological construction was well done, the cloth on the back of the clothes was seized.

Xia Zhixu subconsciously turned back, but did not see anyone. Then he lowered his head and saw someone squatting behind him. It was the boy just in the car.

The one covered in colored bubbles.

He had a hallucination, vaguely heard a pop, the bubble burst.

"What's the matter with you?" He was a little nervous, and quickly squatted down to support each other's uninjured shoulder, "isn't it uncomfortable? Carsick? "

The boy's face is very pale, his lips are very pale, his head is full of sweat, and he can't lift his head.

I don't know why, Xia Zhixu began to worry, "you talk?"

"Yes Do you have any sugar? " He grasped Xia Zhixu's arm, as if trying to find a support point.

"Sugar? I don't have sugar. Is milk ok... " Xia Zhixu had some doubts. He subconsciously reached out to touch the side of his schoolbag. Then he remembered that he didn't bring any milk today. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

The boy frowned tightly and shook his head faintly.

Xia Zhixu looked around and found the canteen at the school gate. "You wait. I'll buy it there soon." He got up quickly and looked back as he ran. He was still squatting there alone.

Out of breath, he ran to the door of the store, "a packet of sugar!"

"What kind of sugar?" The boss who is sitting lazily eating noodles doesn't look up.

"Whatever," Xia Zhixu gasped, suddenly remembered something, "don't bubble gum."

As soon as the boss put his chopsticks on, he put out a hand and pushed the ball full of lollipops on the glass cabinet. "Here, pick it for yourself."

Xia Zhixu didn't look at it either. He took one at random and was about to leave. The other side yelled, "Hey, you didn't give me money!"

I was so worried that I almost forgot to pay. Xia Zhixu quickly folded it back. After touching it for a long time, he had only one hundred pieces on his body, so he handed it to him, "please look for it quickly, thank you."

"What's the hurry?" the boss looked up at the old clock on the wall. "It's still early. You should be freshmen in high school. Don't worry. You don't study early on the first day of school. "

Xia Zhixu watched him carefully look at the 100 yuan bill in front of the sun. He twisted it with his index finger and thumb. Then he slowly opened the drawer, drew out the change one by one, and carefully pointed it out one by one.

It feels like a century has passed.

"Here, order it by yourself, and see if it's right..."

"Thank you." Xia Zhi and Xu Fei quickly took the stack of old banknotes and ran away.

The boss looked at his back and shook his head. "What's the matter with children now? They're weird..."

Xia Zhixu ran back to the bus stop just now, only to find that the boy who squatted here had disappeared. His heart sank down and turned around several times. Many people in the same uniform were walking towards the school gate, and none of them was him.

He held the lollipop tightly, his palms and back sweating.

Sticky and anxious.

A huge sense of loss drowned him. It can't be said that it was because he didn't do good deeds that made him feel unwilling. Anyway, he just felt uncomfortable. He looked down at the sugar in his hand and threw it into his mouth.It's sour.

What kind of flavor

Take a look at the wrapping paper. It's printed with bright lemon.

He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the garbage can at the school gate. He looked up at the school gate, which is called the big pen, and followed the crowd into it.

This school is one of the best high schools in the area. It is famous for its beautiful environment and rigorous style of study. In this city which attaches importance to basic education, many parents want to send their children to study.

Xia Zhixu walked down the marble steps at the gate of the school and saw the newly repaired playground and the magnificent new teaching building in the shadow of the trees.

"Xia Zhixu!"

When he heard someone call his name, he looked back and saw his junior high school classmate Chen Fang. Seeing that he had a very short cut, Xia Zhixu couldn't help laughing, "your hair looks like you just came out of the Bureau."

Chen Fang pushed him hard, "you are too much, I haven't said you, don't you mean to have a haircut, you are too long." He grabbed Xia Zhixu's hair and said, "we should cut so much more."

Xia Zhixu patted his hand, "come on, just now the discipline committee member of the school gate didn't say I have hair problems."

"Oh, anyway, you rely on this face, shaved head, there are a lot of girls chasing." Chen Fang sighed, "God forbid us to be in the same class."

Xia Zhixu, holding a lollipop in his mouth, glanced at him askance, "why?"

Chen Fang rolled his eyes, "are you ok? Junior high school three years, whenever I like girls, which did not tell you? I'm a miserable group. Even if it's OK, it's not good to be at home during the summer vacation. My mother scolds me all the time. "

He knocks the orchid finger, imitates his mother's appearance, and pokes Xia Zhixu's shoulder, "you say you play so well with others, why don't you learn more from others? How many points did you get in the city's top ten high school entrance examination? They are also gold medal in Olympiad Mathematics. They play basketball well. It looks good and looks good. Look at you. Tut Tut, what can I do? "

Good looks

It's a fantastic description. Xia Zhixu smiles so much that he can't see his teeth. He has a lollipop in his mouth. He doesn't speak very clearly. "Just because of this, you don't want to be in the same class with me."

Chen Fang bumped into his shoulder. "I'm kidding. How can it be? How iron are we?"

Stand out from the crowd.

These four words are almost all people who know Xia Zhixu's evaluation of him.

But such a person, but also has the most cheerful and sunny character, let a person even jealousy can't rise, suddenly attracted by his charm, become his friend.

When he went to the exhibition board on the first floor of senior high school, Chen Fang pushed left and right to the front. Xia Zhixu didn't want to push, so he stood behind to watch. The exhibition board is printed with the list of freshmen, the class and the location of the specific class.

Xia Zhixu is very tall. He can barely see it when he stands at the end. His sight sweeps across the exhibition board. He sees his name in the bottom of class 13, grade one of senior high school. It's very conspicuous.

"Zhixu! We are really in the same class

Chen Fang excitedly squeezed out, "walk, walk, we are on the fourth floor."

What a coincidence! Xia Zhixu was very happy and dragged upstairs by this silly old friend.

The classroom is not much different from what he imagined. Compared with the classroom in junior high school, it is just a little bigger. Chen Fang's idol burden is not small. Before he goes in, he trims his shirt. Xia Zhixu follows him. He can't help laughing at him.

There are a lot of people in the classroom, some of them are clustered together, probably old classmates who have known each other since junior high school.

"Well, you see, there's a nice one coming."

"Lying trough, really handsome."

Xia Zhixu is used to this kind of gaze. His smile on his face converges a little and turns into a polite smile. He takes a seat with Chen Fang.

There were more and more people. Xia Zhixu and Chen Fang were chatting. When they heard that the teacher had come in, they raised their heads and looked at the platform.

What came in was a tall, thin and gentle man, wearing a pair of glasses. He looked only in his thirties, and his expression was still soft.

I feel that I teach Chinese. Xia Zhixu thinks so. He crushes the lollipop in his mouth with less than half of it, and pinches the stick in his hand.

"Hello, everyone. I'm your head teacher. My name is Zhang Zhengxin." He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote down his name on the blackboard. At the bottom, some students whispered that his name was strange.

Mr. Zhang replied with a smile, "my name is strange, but it has a source." He turned around and wrote a sentence on the blackboard.

If you want to cultivate your body, correct your heart first.

"It's a line from the book of rites." Zhang Zhengxin turned around and said, "it's also my expectation for you. When you come to Jingjian middle school, of course, your primary purpose is to learn. I won't repeat that. But in my opinion, the more important thing is to learn to be an upright person. " He looked down and opened the roster. "Well, let's not talk about it. Let's line up first." He looked up and squinted. "We just Let's go by the size first. "So the students in the classroom went out one by one. Under Zhang Zhengxin's arrangement, the boys and girls separated and stood in two rows according to their height.

"Start with you and go in two by two."

The leading boys and girls looked at each other, a little embarrassed, but still went in.

This teacher is really strange, boys and girls specially arranged together, not afraid of puppy love? Xia Zhixu looked at the girl beside him, and the other side just looked at him. He couldn't hide his shyness. He had to smile at her, and then turned to look at the scenery outside the corridor.

The sour candy pieces were still in his mouth, which made his cheeks uncomfortable.

There were fewer and fewer people in front of him. Xia Zhixu waited until the boy in front of him left. He stepped forward and stood beside Zhang Zhengxin.

"OK, next..."

Zhang Zhengxin's hand is on Xia Zhixu's shoulder.

"Teacher..."

A familiar voice appeared, Xia Zhixu's nerve suddenly tightened, even he didn't know why. He turned his head and saw a man walking behind Zhang Zhengxin.

It's really him.

The original lazy heart suddenly beat violently, like being poked by something, even he felt very strange.

"I'm sorry I was just late for something

His voice was low, light, full of apologies.

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Zhengxin turned around and looked at the wound on his body, smiling very gently, "then you..." He looked back at Xia Zhixu again, "you can go in front of him first."

Xia Zhixu followed the boy into the classroom.

"It's your turn. Go in with this classmate."

"Oh." Xia Zhixu just recovered, and didn't find the excited expression of the girls around him.

They sit one by one in an S-shaped way. The boy just sat in the innermost position of the fifth row.

So Xia Zhixu naturally sat in the innermost position of the sixth row, right in the back seat.

Don't know why, Xia Zhixu's mood is inexplicably good up, even the mouth did not open the lemon sugar has become sweet.

This is what adults call fate.

I want to be friends with him.

"Well, everybody is in their seats now." Zhang Zhengxin pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose. "In the first class today, let's get to know each other. Let's introduce ourselves according to the order just now. We can say anything we want. The most important thing is to let us remember you."

Suddenly feel his arm was poked, Xia Zhixu side face, see the girl around him gave him a piece of gum.

Xia Zhixu smiles at her, then opens his mouth and points to the candy in it.

He politely refused.

He has some regrets. If you don't eat this lollipop, can you give it to the person sitting in front of you as a greeting tool now.

This man was not surprised when he saw himself.

I couldn't help sighing.

"Well Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Xiaoxiao, and my junior high school is... "

"My name is Yang Zifeng, my hobby is playing football..."

"My name is Li Ming..."

Classmate one by one up, and one by one down, Xia Zhixu palm side face, seems to be seriously watching, but the mind is not above.

Until the one in the front seat stood up slowly, and the seats were a little tight, Xia Zhixu dragged his desk back in a panic, so that he could go out more smoothly.

Vision is not controlled by their own, so self opinionated to stick to the man's body, with his back step by step moved to the podium.

He turned and stood on the platform, his left hand hanging on his chest, unable to move, his chin slightly closed. His pupil color is very light. It seems that people with white skin usually have light pupil color. They always feel that his vision has no focus and looks indifferent.

"Well, you can introduce yourself." Zhang Zhengxin encouraged him with a smile.

He opened his mouth slightly, and the gauze at the corner of his mouth was pulled.

"My name is Xu Qichen."

Xu Qichen? Like many students in the classroom, Xia Zhixu is also very confused about which words.

Zhang Zhengxin heard everyone's whispering, so he gently asked, "your name is very special. What are the words? Write it on the blackboard

Xu Qichen's eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out his right hand, picked up a piece of chalk, turned around and wrote down his name on the blackboard.

Beautiful handwriting. Xia Zhixu sighs sincerely.

Zhang Zhengxin nodded approvingly, "it's a good name. Who gave it to you? Is there any moral? "

Xu Qichen just put down his hand and raised it again. He slowly wrote a line beside the name.[I'm looking forward to Huaiyi, and I'm here to offer my contribution. ]

a group of students under the platform began to whisper again. After all, this source is more obscure than his own name.

"Tell us what that means."

Xu Qichen turned around, his voice was very light, "this poem comes from the book of songs" Lu song Pan Shui ", which means that now Huaiyi have awareness, to show their sincerity, offer their treasures."

Zhang Zhengxin nodded and said with a smile, "these two words are very suitable for your surname, very good. The students also learned a poem by the way."

Xu Qichen lowered his eyes, put the chalk on the desk and walked down from the platform.

Xia Zhixu's eyes still fell on him, looking at the light on him, and finally came to his seat.

My eyes wandered to the blackboard, looking at the poem he had just written, and I silently read these three words in my heart.

Xu. It's not. Chen.

You are the treasure God promised me.

Is that the meaning of his name?

"Next classmate, that..." Zhang Zhengxin smiles and holds the desk with his hands, "the little handsome guy in a daze."

My deskmate pushed Xia Zhixu. He recovered and stood up, "have you come to me so soon?"

The whole class laughed and the atmosphere became lively.

Xia Zhixu walked up with a smile, picked up the chalk, wrote down his name, and began to write. He was in line with Xu Qichen's three words.

"Hello, my name is Xia Zhixu. Although my name is not as elegant as Xu, it has a source

Zhang Zhengxin was very happy. "The parents of this class are very talented. Their names are nice and eloquent. Come on, tell us about it. "

Xia Zhixu's tiger teeth came out, and he laughed very brightly, "my birthday is May 21, just in early summer. My mother likes Li Qingzhao very much. She has a word like this

[the willow smoke is thick, the plum flute is full of resentment, and the spring is full. ]

he wrote this line next to his name, turned his head and said with a smile, "this sentence is early spring, the climate has not turned warm, the spring is not obvious, I was born in early summer, and my family name is Xia, so my mother named me Xia Zhixu."

His eyes passed over the others in the classroom and connected with the brown pupil by the window for a moment, but his heart beat was missing.

It's like playing the wrong piano. From then on, it's all wrong.