boat crossing boundless

The dream continues.

Xie Zhou once again thought of the sentence he hated most in the past - learning is boundless and working hard.

This sentence is a curse to him, it seems to be mocking him no matter how hard he can't study, he is the bottom of the exam, and it seems to imply that he should not try to defy fate, because he will always work hard , this life must be accompanied by suffering.

But because of Shan Wuya, Xie Zhou loves and hates this sentence.

He felt that this sentence somehow connected him and Shan Wuya, and it was a symbol of their fate.

But this is not the point, the important thing is that Xie Zhou got in the top ten again, counting backwards.

It is already the second half of the third year of high school, and the college entrance examination is less than [-] days away. How can I be admitted to the university if this continues?

If she doesn't pass the college entrance examination, her mother won't go to the doctor, she will suffer from the pain and die in bed.

Xie Zhou started biting his nails, two hands, ten fingers, none of them escaped from the devil's mouth, the skin was bitten, blood came out, and he didn't care.

He was too worried, but no matter how serious he was, no matter how many notes he took, knowledge was like a gust of wind, blowing in from the left ear and escaping from the right ear in an instant.

Xie Zhou had no choice but to bring vocabulary books, formula books, and vocabulary books with him wherever he went. The walls around the bed were also pasted with key knowledge points of various concepts. Take a look before going to bed, and look at it after waking up. It will always be useful .

It was completely useless, Xie Zhou messed up his memory, and all kinds of things started flying around in his mind again.

When Xie Zhou was at a loss what to do, there were a few more notebooks in his drawer.

They are notes from various subjects, neatly done, and the handwriting is very beautiful.

If you get a treasure, if you get a treasure.Xie Zhou smiled contentedly.

In the tense and exciting preparations, the passing of the senior year was long but short, and the youthful feelings were so long, but the time left behind was in a hurry.

Xie Zhou felt that he should be brave once, but in the end he only managed to write a note bravely.

He wrote a lot of books, and he tore up the useless textbooks with blank spaces. The books are horrible, Xie Zhou will not throw them away, and they can sell some money.

This was the most extravagant time Xie Zhou had ever done. He didn't care about the paper or the ink, and wrote one after another seriously, trying to write until he was satisfied.

Xie Zhou's handwriting is not very good-looking, and it has stayed at the level of elementary school. The most perfect is just neat and tidy, not one big and one small, one long and one short.

He was very serious, writing over and over again: Shan Wuya, thank you.

In the end, a small boat will be drawn on the side, which is Xie Zhou's shy disguise.

He also thought that even though he only sent out one piece, he really said it thousands of times in his heart.

But this was far from enough, he knew, he had fantasies, maybe after Shan Wuya saw it, he would run over to him, look at him very gently, and say no thanks to him.

Then he would run over with a smile and give Shan Wuya a big hug.

This is the most beautiful thing that Xie Zhou has ever imagined. That Xie Zhou can laugh and hug, which is too special.

But Shan Wuya didn't come to look for him, Xie Zhou knew it was his extravagant wish.

He kept thinking about how he secretly and full of expectations put the note into Shan Wuya's textbook that day, repeatedly confirming that he had indeed done this thing well.

This is something he might only do once in his life.

Xie Zhou felt indescribably sad. It was different from the past. It wasn't like his father walked away with the family money and his wife ran away, nor was he bullied and beaten wantonly, and it wasn't like he knew his mother was seriously ill but dragged on. The refusal to heal that is a new kind of sadness where something is full and suddenly empty.

Xie Zhou didn't cry, and he couldn't remember the last time he cried, because it was a memory he had to forget.

If you don't forget, you won't be able to stand up, and you won't be able to walk down.

However, this sadness was soon forcibly expelled, Xie Zhou's mother died, and the day after knowing that he could go to college, he committed suicide by swallowing rat poison.

Xie Zhou was covered with new sadness.

But he still didn't cry, he even felt relieved, for himself and for his mother.

His grief seemed treasonous this time, but no one cared anymore.

Shan Wuya never appeared again.

Xie Zhou held a simple funeral, no wine, no money, and no one to invite.

On the day of the cremation, Xie Zhou was thinking, maybe he worked so hard to save money not for his mother's medical treatment, but for this day, for this funeral, and for this dusty farewell.

When I got home, I simply packed my things. Xie Zhou had already agreed with the landlord to check out, and he would take the train to W City tomorrow.

He sat on a small stool, looked at the two sets of bowls and chopsticks subconsciously placed on the wooden table, and looked at the only wooden chair with a back in the opposite room, and suddenly shed tears.

He really is completely alone.

The author has something to say: the more I write, the more I write (囧). It is estimated that there are still four chapters, maybe