death is your ghost

The sky is full of clouds, and the blue sky is tugging at the milky white three-dimensional clouds. Sometimes they are drawn into the shape of a galloping horse, and sometimes they are drawn into the face of a certain star; there are many students standing outside the school's auditorium, all dressed in uniform. In blue and white school uniforms, they chatted and laughed happily together, or two or three girls secretly took out their mobile phones and switched them to selfie mode, including the beautiful sky in the background picture, as if to freeze this beautiful youth at this moment.

In the last two classes on Friday, both senior one and senior two were suspended, and I was asked to come to the auditorium to listen to the speeches of outstanding graduates. As long as they have a high level of awareness, it would be good if they all come to the lectures to sharpen their patience.

The girl who just took out her mobile phone to take a photo took a group photo of her two best friends, clicked on the photo software to edit it a few times, and sent it to Moments.

One of the girl's best friends put on nail polish while get out of class was over, and waited for ten fingers to dry. Seeing her posting on Moments, she joked, "You seem to be posting on Moments every day recently. What's wrong? Are you in love?"

The girl said, "This is self-appreciation."

"Come on, I think you want to seduce Mo Han, the senior who gave a speech today, look at your flirtatious appearance." Another girl told the truth.

"You like Mo Han! He exists so far away, you are useless, like me, I just like Chi Nan." The girl covered her face shyly when she mentioned Chi Nan, and suddenly remembered that the nail polish was not dry, so she froze immediately Open your fingertips and take out a small mirror to see if your face is oily.

"It's as if you have a joke. Chi Nan is even more cold than Mo Han. I often see Mo Han walking with him after school. Chi Nan ignores him. He always says they are brothers, and I don't see how close they are. , It is estimated that it is not easy to deal with, so please yourself."

"cut."

The intrigue between adolescent girls who are just beginning to fall in love is always like this.

Chi Nan turned his back to them, listened to what he had just said, and moved away quietly.

His school uniform was a bit too big, and he wore it with a wide hem, exposing his slender neck and outlining a coveted line; the afternoon was still sweltering, and there was a little sweat on his neck and collarbone.

Ye Xiaye was standing not far from the east of Chinan. His class should be in the front according to his grades, but he didn't care about class affairs. When encountering a large-scale group dispatch, he followed the lost little lamb to find him. I couldn't find the direction, so I just found a place to stand blindly.

He looked around on tiptoe, just in time to catch sight of Chi Nan, he waved his hand to signal him, and retracted his heels to go over.

At this time, Mo Han's class teacher was searching for Mo Han in the crowd. There were so many students that the outside of the auditorium was crowded, and he shuttled among them, muttering: "Where did Mo Han go, I wonder if the graduation ceremony is about to start?" ? I won’t let Lao Tzu run away, lie, this little bastard.”

The head teacher scolded while talking, and raised his arms to make room for his chubby body to move through the crowd.

Ye Xiaye walked over easily, stared at the direction where Mo Han's homeroom teacher was going, and said to Chi Nan: "Mo Han ran away? No way, this kid can do it."

Chi Nan shrugged: "I don't know."

Ye Xiaye opened the zipper of the school uniform, revealing the white singlet inside, with only a leaf painted on it, occupying a small area on the left chest.

"What's the best way for me to be Mo Han? It turned out that I was just playing missing. Now, instead of burning his ass, his homeroom teacher ran around, haha."

Chi Nan didn't think that Mo Han would run away. He went to the water room to pour water during recess today. From there, he could see Mo Han's class. He was still sleeping on the table, wearing a school uniform, but it looked like Wrapped for coping.

With his personality, if Lao Ban pushed this shit to him, he would never retaliate by running away, but talking nonsense in the auditorium, which is the best and most technical.

"Xiao Nan's analysis is right."

Chi Nan was expressing his conjecture to Ye Xiaye, and Mo Han appeared behind them without anyone noticing. There were many girls who had a crush on Mo Han in the school, and there happened to be one nearby, who heard Mo Han's voice, cried out excitedly.

"Mo Han, Mo Hanye!"

Mo Han's school uniform was covered on top of his head, covering the part above the shoulders, and he was still wearing his light-colored shirt underneath.

"The old class got me a speech script and asked me to read it. I'm annoying him, so I have to hide."

This study not only restricts personal freedom, but also restricts freedom of thought. It is really not interesting to be hypocritical after graduation.

"Hey, Lao Han, what noble philosophy are you going to convey at the graduation ceremony?" Ye Xiaye rubbed his chin and said.

Mo Han said: "Philosophical thinking is not counted. You have praised me. We are the revolution and protect the pillars of the motherland. This is the most important thing."

If Ye Xiaye had an ax in his hand, he would be able to pry open his head to see if there was nothing in it except water, and he was just talking in the dark and talking nonsense to protect the pillars of the motherland like this.

"Students, please stand in line according to your class. We are about to enter the auditorium, please obey the order, don't bump into each other, and follow the arrangement. Senior one, stand in the row to my left, senior two in the middle, senior three on the right, Did you hear that? Action, action!"

The teacher in charge of security in the auditorium yelled with a loudspeaker. The loudspeaker must have been used several years ago, and it was not replaced with a new one. The sound could not be conveyed clearly, which made him shout loudly. Poisonous.

Mo Han and the others were about to go back to their own team to stand in line, when they heard the school announcement again.

"Please come to the backstage of the auditorium immediately, Chi Mohan from class 21 of the third year. Your homeroom teacher is waiting for you. Please come to the backstage of the auditorium immediately after hearing the broadcast. Chi Mohan from class 21 of the third year. Your homeroom teacher is waiting for you."

After the announcer repeated it twice, the broadcast was silent.

Ye Xiaye sneered: "Your old class is awesome, it's amazing to come out with this."

He raised his fingers and said to Mo Han: "Go, what are you waiting for, if you don't go, he will call the police!"

Mo Han smoked from his nose in silence. He took off the school uniform on top of his head and put it on indiscriminately. He pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front to rush in, but was stopped by the security teacher: "Student, who are you?"

Mo Han was upset: "Chi Mohan."

Pulling his face, he walked in in a breath.

The old class watched the staff coming in and out with his hands behind his back, shaking his legs leisurely after busy work, drinking tea, and sighing comfortably.

Seeing Mo Han wearing his school uniform and opening the curtain to walk in, he smiled softly: "How about it, I can't cure you yet?"

Mo Han was too lazy to talk to him: "What's the matter?"

"I prepared a manuscript for you. You don't need to worry about it. It's interesting enough. Where can you find such a good head teacher like me?"

Mo Han took over the manuscript without saying a word, and the old class nodded in relief seeing that he was sensible.

It's not unteachable, very good!

Looking at the head teacher's satisfied back, Mo Han showed a wicked smirk like a fox.

It's just a tactic to slow down the army, what's the point?

Mo Han turned around, crumpled up the manuscript, and threw it into the trash can.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, the graduation ceremony officially began. After the students entered the venue, they listened to an impassioned speech by the leaders on the stage, followed by thunderous applause.

After patrolling the stage for a few laps, the security teacher found that no one was playing with their mobile phones, so he went back to the corner in front of the stage and looked at everyone.

After the leader finished his speech and the host gave hype, it was finally time for the representative of the third year of senior high school to give a speech.

"High school life is just a flick of a finger. We are about to graduate. The training of our alma mater will be unforgettable for a lifetime. Another batch of outstanding students will soon enter the university campus. Next, let us invite Chi Mohan, an outstanding student representative of Class 21 of the third year of senior high school, to give us Bring his speech."

After finishing speaking, there was a series of clapping applause.

In the applause of everyone, Mo Han strode up to the podium with steady steps, bowed slightly to everyone, and then started his performance.

"Hello, teachers and classmates, I'm Chi Mohan."

On the stage, Mo Han smiled brightly, full of youth, and the confident, generous and calm appearance of senior high school students was fully displayed on him.Although the class teacher was dissatisfied with him for not listening to the arrangement and not wearing a school uniform, this mental outlook was enough to save face.

Now I just read it according to the manuscript, and when I finished reading, there was applause, a perfect end.

Mo Han stood in front of the podium decorated with flowers, facing the microphone: "In the summer three years ago, we walked into this high school with dreams—"

The head teacher nodded in satisfaction. This is the beginning of the manuscript he gave, yes, that's it, read it accordingly.

Ye Xiaye had goosebumps all over her body: "Damn, what the hell is Lao Han doing to say such disgusting things."

Mo Han glanced at the teacher in charge, smiled, and changed the topic: "But what is a dream, and what is the source of all support for it? Have all the students here seriously considered it?"

"I believe you will think that today's graduate speech is the same as usual, talking about your own deeds, your own learning style, and saying that you are fighting for your dreams. Today, what I want to tell you is that when we always look forward At that time, have you ever seriously thought about the shadow standing behind the light and shadow?"

There was commotion in the audience, whispering about what Mo Han meant, but Ye Xiaye couldn't figure it out, he thought Mo Han would say more hooligan and wanton words instead of incomprehensible words.

The old class kept winking at Mo Han and asked him to read from the manuscript, but Mo Han ignored him.

"When we buy a candied haws, what is it for? When we are sketching in the wild, what is it for, or when we are studying hard, what is it for? Is it for ourselves, or for someone? What position does it occupy in your heart, have you thought about it?"

"What did he want to say?" Someone asked in a whisper.

"do not know."

"Listen."

Mo Han continued: "Everything we do, including learning, is for a purpose, and this purpose is our motivation, but motivation is the appearance of the shadow I just said, what we really want to express It's never for a certain thing, but for myself or him."

"We will often be confused, which is inevitable, and we will even consider a serious problem, depression! Because we are worse than others, we cannot see the future, we cannot see the light, we will think about these hazes day and night, and we will be dominated day and night until Falling into the abyss, we have suffered, and have you ever thought about what it is for, is it really to surpass others?"

"No, it's because of myself, my heart is not strong enough, and the fetters in my heart are not obvious enough. There are many people who are confused because they can't see clearly. In fact, when you look back when you are tired, there are some people you can't let go of. , how much you can't let go of yourself, and these are the reasons to make you strong."

"There is a shadow in our hearts, it is in the deepest and softest place of the heart, it is very powerful, but it is often ignored by us."

"Everyone can understand that it is our dark side, everything that we don't want to let outsiders know, but it is by no means evil, it is what we want to protect."

"It's my tenacity, my parents, my friends, and my loved ones."

"Actually, we don't live for ourselves."

The author has something to say:

What Mo Han said may be vague to everyone, and you may not understand it. In fact, I want to tell you that no matter what kind of difficulties we encounter, whether we are tired, disappointed, or sad, we should not give up easily. For ourselves, because what supports us is not only our inner dreams, but also the support of our friends and lovers. They are all toward you, so what reason do we have to give up.