No.70 days

2012 is over, and the end of the world is not coming.

In the Spring Festival of 2013, Shao Wu found his postgraduate entrance examination score, 332 points, and he was admitted to the National People’s Congress without a doubt—it was the school that his parents had set for him. After a few days, they reconciled and said to Shao Wu, "Yao'er is fine, if you can't guarantee it, you can't guarantee it. Let's take the test yourself. You must be able to afford it. If it doesn't work, you can go abroad... We will help you." Look good, let's take the National People's Congress, how about it?

What else?Shao Wu looked at the bags under his mother's eyes and whispered, "Okay."

Then there was the preparation for the exam. His parents rented a house near the school for him, saying that they were afraid that his roommates would disturb his rest; I can help myself.It was also during these few months that Shao Wu developed the habit of smoking, two cigarettes a day. After waking up in the morning and after studying at night, he opened the windows to let the ash float outside, but his parents still smelled it after a while up.Shao Wu thought that they would be very angry and would at least scold him, but his mother actually said, it’s okay, Yaoer, if you think smoking can improve your learning efficiency, then you can smoke it, and quit in two days...

Chen Yimang has graduated for half a year, and he doesn't care if he didn't get his graduation certificate. He is still working as a model in Shanghai, and he doesn't know if he broke up with that old man.One time when Shao Wu passed by a newsstand, he saw Chen Yimang's face on the cover of a fashion magazine. The camera zoomed in very close, showing his delicate lip lines and dark pupils. His face was expressionless under the camera. Still very beautiful.

Chen Yimang was very happy when he heard that Shao Wu was taking the postgraduate entrance examination: "Okay, I'm going to be admitted to a school in Beijing? It's fine, I often go to Beijing for business trips, and it will be convenient to hang out with you when the time comes..."

Shao Wu asked him, "How is Shanghai?"

Chen Yimang was silent for a moment, and just said: "There are a lot of people."

A week before the postgraduate entrance examination, Shao Wu saw a photo of Yang Shuyi and Zou Xin on QQ Zone. It was at his home. Zou Xin was holding a piece of dried bacon in his hand, with his sleeves rolled up, his cheeks flushed, and Yang Shuyi was sitting next to him. , looked at her with a smile.There was a person who Shao Wu didn't know left a message below: "Meet the parents now???"

Yang Shuyi replied: "Just take her home to play."

The man said again: "The photo was taken well, I will take it for you with a SLR when school starts~"

Yang Shuyi replied: "Okay, thank you!" with a QQ emoji with bared teeth and a silly smile.

Shao Wu closed the browser, feeling quite calm in his heart.He also felt strange.

The situation on the afternoon of the day when the scores were issued was a bit like checking the scores of the college entrance examination. It was still the same laptop, still at home, and my parents asked for leave.The webpage was still stuck, Shao Wu clicked "Query", but there was no response, clicked again, still no response... until after three o'clock in the afternoon, there was no ray of sunshine in the winter afternoon, and the sky was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to snow.As soon as the page changed, the score popped up, 332.This score is so low that they don't have to wait for the national line or the preliminary test line of the National People's Congress to know that there is no game.

The three of them froze for a few seconds at the same time, and then the mother got up, slammed the door and left; the father's anger was more straightforward, he raised his hand, and slapped Shaowu on the left side of the face.

His voice trembled with anger: "How did you pass the test? Ah? I asked you how you passed the test!"

Shao Wu's left cheek didn't feel any pain, just numbness, he shook his head: "I don't know either."

"I really—really got a retribution!"

Dad is gone too.

Shao Wu was the only one left at home, he sat silently for a while, and then called Zhu Jingjing: "Jingjing, I failed the exam."

"Oh, then, then you..."

"I may not be able to stay at home during this time," Shao Wu said softly, "Go back to Chongqing first, and then the No. [-] Middle School is about to recruit, I... let's do this first."

"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Jingjing said sharply, "The voice is wrong."

It was the left side of the cheek that was swollen, and his speech was a bit slurred.

Shao Wu smiled: "It's okay, I have a cold."

While his parents were away, Shao Wu began to pack his luggage.In fact, there is nothing to clean up, just a computer and a few clothes.Shao Wu packed the trolley case, stood by the table and looked around his room.In the three years of high school, I can't remember how many times he sat at the desk doing homework, and he couldn't remember how many times he was in this room thinking of Yang Shuyi, thinking of him reciting comprehensive essays, thinking of him listening to English songs, thinking of He...does a lot.

Bookcase, desk, single bed, bright ceiling lamp, sea blue cotton and linen curtains, this room he was so familiar with, turned out to be a place of farewell.Shao Wu had a premonition that maybe once he left this time, he would not come back for a long time.

He suddenly walked to the bookcase, squatted down, and opened the wooden door on the bottom floor.

What caught my eye was a row of old books, "Sixth Grade Olympiad", "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "100 Full Score Compositions"... Shao Wu stretched out his hand, passed those books, and groped.

A row of jagged teeth across his fingertips.Shao Wu squeezed it, and took out the deflated bag of Copic from the crack of time.

The gas leaked out, but Jay Chou on the packaging bag was still in high spirits.Shao Wu squeezed hard, but he couldn't hear the sound of potato chips breaking. They had absorbed too much water and were already soft.

The production date is printed on the top of the package: February 2007, 2.Shelf life: 13 months.

Shao Wu put down the potato chips and continued to rummage in the bookcase. He remembered clearly when selling books back then, he kept the homework book.

Sure enough, I found it. It turned out to be sandwiched between two thick "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation"——

It was Yang Shuyi's homework book. At that time, Shao Wu was the representative of the English class. Sister Shan assigned a composition, and everyone wrote it, except him.Later, he still handed it in, and used the kind of thin exercise book that cost [-] cents a volume, which is only used by elementary school students, which seemed a bit pitiful.

Shao Wu could no longer remember the title of that composition question.

Looking at it now, Yang Shuyi's handwriting is really ugly.

He began crookedly:

Dear Wu, Howard you?

Dear Wu, how are you?

IamastudentfromXinghuaMiddleSynameisLiMing.

I am a student from Xinghua Middle School.My name is Li Ming.

I heart that your school has aniionalexgeprogram, whichIamsoiedin.

I heard that your school has an international exchange program, and I am very interested in this program.

……

Slowly lighting up like a light, Shao Wu remembered the composition question: If you are Li Ming, a high school student, and want to participate in the exchange program of XX High School in Canada, please give the school’s director Miss. Wu wrote an email asking her about the exchange program...

fool.Ask the person in charge about the exchange program, how can you call him DearWu?

Dear Wu.It turned out that it was because of this sentence that he hid the homework book.

In 2013, before the arrival of early spring, Shao Wu packed Copic potato chips and homework into a trolley case, and left home against the damp and cold wind.

Volume III · End