During the graduation season, it is inevitable to think of some past events. For many people, they may think of lovers who have been together for three or four years, holding hands and walking on campus; they may think of roommates who have been together day and night, or they may think of how drunk they were when they went out for dinner. But to me, it seems like none of these things.
I still don’t know why he was called Senior Brother. I just remember that others called him that, and I just went along with it without even thinking about it. The first time we met was on the playground in the West District. I was only a freshman at the time and joined this club, so there were club activities every night. They were called club activities, but they were just people in the club getting together to chat. , talk about each other’s experiences. In the past, club activities were always made up of us freshmen and two juniors, but now we were joined by this senior from the Chinese Department, who we later called our senior brother.
Most of the conversation that day has been forgotten. I just remember that everyone had to introduce themselves to each other. When it was the senior brother's turn, he took his name apart and formed an idiom on each word, and he immediately remembered the name. Later, when I learned that he was studying Chinese in the Chinese Department, I felt that it was not surprising.
Since that night, I haven’t seen this senior brother again for a long time. This farewell marked the transition from freshman year to sophomore year. As soon as the sophomore year started, there was a recruiting activity for the club. At that time, I was already the vice president of our club. Although I had very few people, it was still my own club. When I arrived at the recruitment site, I found that the situation was not optimistic. The previous president, Mr. Su, and the secretary of the league branch, Mr. Zhang, had already graduated and left the school (they were junior college students). It was difficult for the new president and the secretary of the league branch to take up the responsibility from the beginning. So at this time, the senior brother and another A senior student showed up.
The senior brother is currently in his senior year and is preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. He was reviewing in the library, and from time to time he would come out and take out a few books he had collected to attract the freshmen (our club is cultural in nature). At this time, I still haven't had much communication with this senior brother. It's just because they are busy recruiting new people and they both recognize each other. At this time, I discovered that our well-behaved and lovely League Secretary had already become very familiar with this senior brother. Probably because he couldn't resist the temptation of beautiful women, although the senior brother was already a senior and still had to take the postgraduate entrance examination, he put a lot of effort into recruiting new people. The few people he recruited later were indeed because of his personal charm and another person. A senior student chose to join the club because of his beautiful calligraphy.
After the recruitment of new members to the club, several more activities were organized. You can also see that this senior brother is the main force and comes to participate in the activities. Since the eldest brother is a Chinese major, the content mainly involves Chinese classical literature. Various poems, songs, and poems were brought in one by one, and some were read or explained. We listened without interrupting. At that time, because of things like this, I gradually became acquainted with my senior brother, and both of them left their phone numbers. At this time, I finally remembered his real name, instead of just his nickname.
When the postgraduate entrance examination was approaching, the senior brother himself could no longer withdraw from the club, so our club relaxed. The day before the postgraduate entrance examination, I sent a text message to my senior brother who was about to take the postgraduate entrance examination, wishing him good luck in the postgraduate entrance examination and that he would be able to answer every question.
So I didn’t see this brother for a long time. Out of concern, we once asked our league secretary in a casual chat how the senior brother's postgraduate entrance examination was going. The Communist Youth League secretary replied that he failed the postgraduate entrance examination.
At that time, I was only a sophomore, and I only had one senior student, or friend. To me, it would be an encouragement to me if he could succeed in the postgraduate entrance examination, but the fact is that he failed in the postgraduate entrance examination.
I even wrote this on Weibo:
I once thought that texting him that time would be the last contact. I thought that after he failed the postgraduate entrance examination, he should find a job and go to another city. , doing other things, but I didn’t expect
When my sophomore year was about to end, I was walking on campus and unexpectedly saw this senior brother again. I was quite surprised that I didn't know how to exchange greetings for a while. After a few words of conversation, he was cautious when asking about his future plans, fearing to touch the pain points of this senior who had just failed the postgraduate entrance examination. He said that this time he was just coming back to move things, and that his hometown was very close to the city, which was very convenient. .
At that meeting, I once again thought that this meeting would be the final farewell. Although neither of us said goodbye, I knew very well that once a graduating senior leaves the campus, how many opportunities are there to return to campus?
The new semester of my junior year has begun, and in October, it’s time for the club to recruit new members. Although I already have no part-time job in this club, given that I am currently serving as the president and The league secretaries were two girls, so I went to do voluntary labor again, but I didn't expect that at this time, I would meet my senior brother again.
The senior brother is still wearing a jacket and showing a hearty smile. I was a little surprised, so I asked him where he was. He said he wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination on World War II and was still reviewing in the study room on the fifth floor of the library.
There are not many people in our club, so it was my senior brother and I’s turn to focus on recruiting new members. Since two people couldn't just stare at each other, they started chatting. Regarding this matter, I also mentioned it on Weibo:
After I recorded this matter on Weibo, some netizens commented, saying that the first impression was that this guy was stupid. I didn't think so. Instead, I remembered the scene that impressed me deeply when I watched "A Dream of Red Mansions". When Lin Daiyu first entered the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Baoyu went up to strike up a conversation. The first sentence at the beginning was also called: What book is my sister reading? I have had this idea since he asked me this question at the time, but I always felt that in "A Dream of Red Mansions" there is a conversation between a man and a woman, but we are two straight men, which is ridiculous.
However, following his question, the topic of reading began. I am naturally a person who loves reading. Of course, given that the eldest brother himself majored in Chinese, if we were to talk, it would naturally be about literature. So I changed from being a science guy to pretending to be a talented Chinese speaker. Since a new winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature had just been selected, we started talking. First we talked about the current winner, Modiat, and then we talked about Mo Yan. He told me about the novels "Frog" and "Red Sorghum". The summary said that these books can be found in the library, and the conversation was full of excitement. Later, I talked about Li Ao, whom I like very much, because I had just read his historical novel "Beijing Fayuan Temple" not long ago. I told him about the plot and made a brief evaluation. He acted very calmly, telling me that he had not read the book, and commented on Li Ao with great joy. Of course, I can actually say very little, so most of the time it’s just a conversation starter. At the end of the day, because he had graduated from this school, he asked me to borrow his library card and planned to borrow the "Frog" from the library immediately. Naturally, I couldn't back down. The beauty of adulthood is a good thing, so the two People went to the library to borrow books. So he lent out "Frog" and by the way "Beijing Fayuan Temple", which was the book I recommended to him.
To this day, I still like the very cultural feeling of talking about the books I read and what I saw and heard. There is no other intrigues or intrigues, although it cannot be said that Tasteful, yet memorable enough. I don’t know if this kind of thing will happen again after I leave this campus. If it does, I will be extremely honored.
In November, I bought Modiate’s "Dark Shop Street" 》This book is obscure and difficult to understand. After reading it twice, I finally felt that it could come to an end.
Because I often go to the library to read leisure books and magazines, I occasionally meet the senior brother. Once I mentioned to him that I had bought "Dark Store Street" and this book was not available in the library. The senior brother immediately said I hope you can borrow this book from me and read it. I will follow suit and say that I will bring this book to you one day. However, at this time, my mentality was just that I had nothing to talk to him about, so I thought about this matter. I thought he was the same, both of us were just looking for something to talk about, so I didn’t care about him borrowing books from me. Didn't pay much attention to it.
Later I met this senior brother several times, always in the library. Every time he asked me if I had brought "that book," and every time, my answer was "no," which made me realize that he was actually serious. So finally one day, I put the book in my bag, came to the library, and called him.
I went to the fifth floor of the library to find him. It was also the first time I entered the large study room on the fifth floor of the library. Everyone’s desk was filled with review reference books, test papers and various other materials. Information, this gave me a sense of time and space dislocation, and I thought I was back in high school. I walked around in a circle before finally finding the senior brother's position. He was still reviewing. I didn't disturb him too much. I simply said a few words and left in a hurry.
About two weeks later, when he returned the book to me, the two of us were standing in the aisle on the third floor of the library. We talked about the plot of the book, and he asked me if I wanted to read this book. When asked what I thought, my answer was a bit obscure. I read it twice before I finally understood it. If you look at it based on the author's background at the time, you will have a greater impression, but we are not French after all. As he said that, he turned the book over to the cover on the back to read the author and introduction to the book. Although my senior brother majored in Chinese, his attitude towards this book was similar to mine, and he also expressed that it was a bit obscure, but he basically agreed with me. Only by combining the background of the author can we have a deeper understanding.
So, after a brief discussion, they left in a hurry.
When I took the postgraduate entrance examination again, I sent a blessing text message like last year. But this time, a few months later, the result I got from our league secretary was that he passed the preliminary examination.
I once again thought that we would never meet again. As a senior who is taking the postgraduate entrance examination for World War II, what reason does he have to stay in school after the preliminary examination is over? At that time I thought. To me, this person is just a passing smoke. If it has any effect, it is that he passed by you just to teach you a lesson, and then left in a hurry, and even if I also learned this from Liu Tong
But I still didn’t expect that we would meet two or three times on campus. The first time we met after his preliminary examination for postgraduate entrance examination was in April. I know At this time, even the retest was over. So I cautiously asked about the results of the postgraduate entrance examination.
Have you passed the re-examination?
Yes, I passed the exam.
In other words, it has been admitted.
It cannot be counted as admission. Strictly speaking, only when you get the notification letter from the school can it be counted as admission. For people like me, it is considered as quasi-admission.
Why are you still in school?
I am currently taking the driving license test in school.
I think he's a bit literal. However, if it is a Chinese major who is talking about words, I think it is understandable. Before that, I had also learned from the Communist Youth League Secretary that he was admitted to Sichuan University. So, I said a few more nonsense words, because there were classmates waiting for me, and said goodbye.
At that time, what I was thinking was that this meeting may not be the last. I thought about the last meeting several times, but I found that he was like a little strong invisibly. Every time They all stand up and tell me, look, I'm still alive.
Thinking of this, I smiled evilly and went after my companions again
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During the graduation season, I came to the school’s flea market and planned to buy some of the things I had bought in the past few years in college. I sold ten of my books. I once had the very idealistic idea of ??giving all these books to my close friends, but later I found out that the monitor of my class was also selling books and groceries, so we went together. After going there, looking at the flea market that was full of copper odor, I also became copper stinky. I started to care about every penny and started to bargain with others. And it was at this time that I met that person again.
At first, I just saw a figure picking up the book I had placed. Then when he straightened up and faced me, I finally saw clearly that this "little strong" was back again. And beside him, at this moment, there was Zhang, the club senior from my freshman year. "Xiaoqiang" looked at these books and asked me why I wanted to sell such a good book? I explained. Later, it came up that I didn’t want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and that these books were given away when I met acquaintances, and they were sold for a token price when I met strangers, without considering how much money I could earn from them.
He picked up the copy of "The Catcher in the Rye" that I bought when I was a freshman, and I saw what he meant. I told him that if he likes it, just take it and treat it as a gift from me. He hesitated for a while and said okay, I'll take it and give me a book another day. I smiled and said, gift a book to a friend.
I still don’t take it seriously when it comes to giving books to friends. However, I still feel that giving books to friends, or giving good books to each other, is a quite elegant thing. I have never experienced it in my more than 20 years of life, and I have only seen it in novels and TV series. plot. However, this senior brother gave me another surprise.
A few days later, he found me and gave me two books, one "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" and one It is "The Green Hills of Africa" ??written by Hemingway. I know that in this kind of thing, you can't refuse. No matter you like it or not, you should accept it calmly.
At this time, in mid-to-late June, I thought again: Is this the last time we meet in college or in life?
When I was in junior high school, I studied in a rural middle school. Every year, several college students came to the school for internships. In the first semester of the second grade of junior high school, a college student came to teach us physics and also served as our small class teacher. At that time, our class was difficult to manage, which made him very angry. However, I tried to respect him and felt that this college student was quite pitiful.
The summer when he was about to leave, about ten people from our class saw him off and had dinner together, and I, as the class president, naturally went too. After toasting him, I said a few simple words of farewell, and then I thought about drinking a glass of beer directly. At that time, I loved drinking, and I was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf. When I was halfway through drinking, he used his hand to stop the wine glass I was still pouring down, signaling me not to drink so hard. I ignored it and drank it all. But I can remember this action and this plot for the rest of my life.
Since that farewell, I have never seen this college student who served as our class teacher, spent half a year with me, and persuaded me to drink less at the farewell banquet
I often have a feeling: Maybe every person we come into contact with, "who we think he is" is not "who he actually is". He only showed that personality when he communicated and met with "me". It is very appropriate to leave this matter to Senior Brother. I don't believe that when communicating with other people in life, he often talks about Hemingway. Life has never been about poetry, let alone literature. But, but, but.
If there are a few people who can trigger the mechanism in your heart that has never been triggered before, allowing you to do things that you have never experienced and are happy to experience, it is even a blessing to meet such people. of.