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Freshman goes home in winter vacation.
1 In the ancient city of Tianshui at the beginning of the month, the first snow fell one after another. This small town, known as "Longshang Jiangnan", was not full of cold wind. I stood by the He Jie River and watched the snowflakes fall into the unfrozen water and disappear. Much like that kind of sneaky worry, I was tired, fell behind, plunged into the river, and never expected the ferry to cross the shore again.
My boyfriend who has been together for less than two months came to see me. Like Yan Xu, he wears black-rimmed glasses and is a bookish Tianshui boy. He took out a brand-new purple scarf from his schoolbag and put it around my neck. The spoil in my eyes stung my heart inch by inch, making me grin and almost suffocate.
I shrank my neck, and my scarf was warm. I took another look at the snowflake falling into the river, and then took off my scarf without saying anything: "Let's break up."
I dare not look at him, but I still feel the difference in his heavy breathing and tone: "What's the matter? Why? "
I looked at the boy in front of me, tall and straight, but not cold. Sorry, forgive me for not knowing how to say goodbye properly. I can't tell you without any persuasion that you are as warm as this scarf, and the coldest forbidden place in my heart is ashamed of it.
The wind blew the snowflake into my eyes, which was astringent. I said, "Because purple is my favorite color."
I wry smile, he turned to leave. He knows that the most free and easy tone in my mouth is always the most decisive.
I walked along the river crossing, finished crossing the river in winter, went to the ancient Freedom Road, looked at the slender magnolia trees, and counted the mottled light and shadow in the afternoon sun ... But Yan Xu, everything related to you still stands in every ancient alley, and I tried my best to get out.
two
I was a sophomore when I met Yan Xu.
In March of that year, the Chinese teacher explained the quiz on appreciation of ancient poetry the day before, Wen Zhiming's Magnolia. "At the beginning of the first month, the shadows are cold, and the evening breeze of Xiangsheng's farewell hospital is weak." Every word overflows the fragrance between lips and teeth.
March in Tianshui, a small town, is warm and cold at first sight, which coincides with the time when Magnolia is in full bloom. Egged on by the petty bourgeois sentiment of the little girl in my heart, I immediately decided to go to Freedom Road not far from the school to see Magnolia.
Knowing that this absurd reason could not convince the teacher to sign my note, I completely gave up the "legal means" of dropping out of school. After class, I told my deskmate that when a teacher asked me, I said I was not feeling well and went to the school hospital. In Tianshui Y, which is rich in top candidates in the provincial college entrance examination, no teacher will associate students' truancy with truancy in its proud experimental class.
After leaving the teaching building, I realized in hindsight that even if I mixed with the teacher, the uncle of the guard would not let me go because there was no fake note.
I wandered anxiously in the corner of the playground, and Yan Xu appeared in my field of vision at that time. You know, people are particularly keen when they are at the end of the road, because everything may be their own lifeline.
I remember him. When I entered school, he was already a senior three. He always wears students' standard black-rimmed glasses and writes beautiful poems. He founded Y's first school magazine, which is always like the snow line on the mountain, quiet and cold, polite but alienated. But his gentle appearance still makes many adolescent girls move.
The teacher-like person who came out of the auditorium with him and the school leaders said a lot of polite words. He stood silently and looked around at his alma mater, which had been away for nearly a year. I sneaked over and looked at the bulletin board at the entrance of the auditorium, only to know that it was a professor from L University who gave the report, and he also returned to school as a teaching assistant and outstanding graduate of Y Middle School.
I secretly made a ring in my heart and pulled Yan Xu's sleeve in the past: "Senior, can you take me out of school when you leave?" The deliberately low voice still startled him. The boy about 1.8 meters looked down at me slightly, and all he saw in his eyes was confusion in uppercase, and he turned to a clear expression.
Before the long tail "Oh" was finished, the professor who was traveling with him patted him on the shoulder behind him: "What is Jamlom doing? Let's go? "
"Ah, that, teacher, this is my ... my sister, she wants to go out with us ..." Yan Xu faltered and looked at the professor with a funny expression. I even think that he must think that Yan Xu wants to take his little girlfriend out to play.
Adhering to the motto of "Meet by chance, don't explain much", I brazenly got on their bus, then left the school gate smoothly, then got off the bus, writing "Goodbye teacher, goodbye brother" and plunged into the road of freedom.
three
Tianshui was called Qin Zhou in ancient times. Now Qinzhou District is undoubtedly the essence of the ancient city. Gu Xiang, an ancient road to freedom, criss-crosses, and mysterious ancient trees are silent on the street. There are rows of ancient brick pavilions here. The vicissitudes of the ancient road are endless, and the footsteps on the slate echo, which vaguely reflects the elegance of history. ...
I have walked this road countless times since I graduated from primary school "J 1", but I have never paid attention to the scenery I was most familiar with when I was young. Until I lived in high school, even watching magnolia became a luxury that I needed to skip classes.
Children often buy yellow steamed buns, and the shops are squeaky. In the steaming market, Yulan begins to walk on the branches. Implicit and gentle, but not feminine, after the wind, it is all joy.
I was fascinated by it, and I was surprised to find that I was smiling at this familiar flower. Maybe it's Magnolia, Gu Xiang, childhood and homesickness, long enough to be set to music.
"When will you ... go back to school?" The sound from the sky appeared in my ears, and I was really shocked. In an instant, I changed from a sad literary girl to a kitten, staring at the person in front of me-actually Yan Xu.
"Senior ... didn't you leave?"
"I'm afraid you'll get lost, be kidnapped, have an accident, get food poisoning ..." Yan Xu tore open his brain and counted the "disasters" I might encounter, with a tacit appearance of "I will be responsible for you if I take you out". At that moment, I really suspected that all the eight o'clock stalls were boys.
I didn't speak, and continued to walk around to see Yulan. I bought two copies of bean jelly at the corner of the driveway and handed a bowl to Yan Xu: "Thank you, senior, for extraditing me from school and doing my duty to protect me." Pretending to be serious, I finally smiled.
"You're welcome, it's all on the way." Yan Xu has no qualms about sitting on the steps of the green flag, dribbling.
The afternoon sunshine spilled through the magnolia tree and overflowed, and the mottled light and shadow made people feel sad.
Yan Xu and I sat side by side on the stone steps, eating a bowl of bean jelly with relish. Only then did he explain his joke: in fact, he wanted to go to Shuangyulantang to see flowers, but the report ended a little late. When I got off the bus and went to Liberty Road, I also took a look.
"You skipped class just to see Magnolia?" Yan Xu took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the backlit magnolia tree. Before I could answer, I added, "Besides, children who grew up in Tianshui don't want to see the magnolia in their hometown." I don't know whether he is talking about me or himself.
At dusk, Yan Xu will return to L University more than 300 kilometers away. I also went back to school at dinner time with the day students who studied by themselves last night.
My deskmate was very excited when she learned that I had "escaped" with Yan Xu's help. I know that Yan Xu, who once had a romantic life in the whole school, still has a lingering aura one year after graduation. But I only regard this meeting as an ordinary episode in my boring and single high school life.
So I never thought I would see Yan Xu again.
Perhaps the city of Tianshui is really too small.
four
Go home on October 1st and accompany grandma to Fuxi Temple.
Because it is a well-preserved "hometown of Huang Xi", and the scale is not small, Fuxi Temple has a good reputation outside, and it is also a provincial key cultural relics protection unit. But Tianshui locals have long turned a blind eye to its fame. This is part of our life, nothing more.
Fuxi Temple is a place where few people gather in Tianshui. Couples are walking in the pedestrian street, old people are watching a play under the pavilion, and women are talking about needlework. The stone steps in front of the door are still gray, and the ancient cypress in the courtyard is still vicissitudes.
Grandma put the small bench on the square in front of the temple and sat on it contentedly. In front of everyone, some people shouted Shaanxi Opera on their own stage. Grandma said that this is the blood of Tianshui people, and their joys and sorrows are all in the Shaanxi opera.
I didn't know much about drama and soon fell asleep. So I said hello to my grandmother, got up and walked around the pedestrian street.
I saw the announcement of the opening of Fuxi Chinese Studies Lecture Hall in an alley, and went in curiously to have a look. Walk through the deep alleys, push open the heavy doors of Gu Zhuo, and cross the winding corridors to reach the "classroom". On the bulletin board at the door, the courses of the lecture hall are written, which not only talk about Yi Xue, but also involve other Chinese studies such as The Analects of Confucius. I stepped in with great interest.
The hand that picked the sun hat stopped in the middle-among the uncles and aunts whose average age was over 40, Yan Xu sat quietly. Before the speaker arrived, he leafed through the books on the shelf. When I came in, he heard a noise and looked at the door.
"Huh?" He was obviously equally surprised. Seeing his slightly opened mouth closed again, it suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to tell him my name last time.
"You can call me Geometry." I smiled awkwardly, and the eyes of my uncles and aunts around me made me a little uncomfortable.
Yan Xu asked me to sit in the chair next to him. I quietly looked at this antique old house-a tall and kind statue of Confucius, a smoky incense burner, beautiful calligraphy and painting ... I even felt like I had crossed it for a moment.
"I thought you would only skip class, but I didn't expect you to come to a lecture on Chinese studies. You can teach me. " Yan Xu's voice sounds simple.
I rolled my eyes at him. People who are not good at talking tease people, which really makes people want to cry and get angry.
The lecturer came soon, a professor from Kyoto. It seems that Yan Xu and I are already familiar with each other. I ask him to talk about his feelings from time to time. Gentle boys always nod politely, get up slowly, stand straight, and express their thoughts in a warm voice. About traditional culture, about Chinese studies, about the four books and five classics, about many words and opinions that I have never heard of.
It was the first time that I came into contact with Chinese studies outside the textbook, and it was also the first time that I really saw Xu's audio-visual talent.
The audience dispersed after class. Yan Xu sent the speaker to the car around the corner, then turned around and smiled at me.
Tianshui is a city of books, which can be seen from the prosperous painting and calligraphy mounting market. Naturally, the atmosphere of respecting teachers and valuing education in this city is also very strong. And all these qualities seem to have completely penetrated into Yan Xu's bones. In that ordinary afternoon, I suddenly felt that he exuded mystery and beauty from ancient times.
The magnolia in my heart seems to be blooming. I quickly put my hat on my head to block my flustered eyes.
I know, it's over.
five
During those seven days, I accompanied my grandmother to Fuxi Temple to watch operas every afternoon, and then I went to the lecture hall of Chinese studies alone to listen to Chinese studies courses that I was not interested in at all.
Yan Xu arrives early every time, and then habitually gives me the seat next to him. We attend classes together, send grandma home together after class, and then throw two pairs of footprints into the street in Tianshui city.
Tianshui in early autumn is colorful and beautiful. We followed the map to find the scenery of the same color, red and lively, and found the sunset glow of the Cuihu Lake, the maple leaves of Ren Xian Cliff, the temples of Jingtu Temple, the walls of Confucius Temple and the makeup of a pretty bride. Yellow is blazing yellow, yellow rice stands on the yellow land, and yellow wheat will always be the delicacy of this land. Wheat-like white misty rain lingers near the ancient grottoes, and it is thick and boundless with the passage of time. In the evening, Yan Xu also sang "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" . When the moonlight rises in my hometown, every grass, tree, mountain and water are plated with silver light. White is thorough and clear, soft and pure, and white wine is full of poetry and white is eternal. ...
He described these colors as dazzling.
Yes, the color of Tianshui is bright and noisy. I am like a timid thief in Tianshui. The days around him are like stolen time. I carefully keep them in my pocket, afraid of losing them, and even more afraid of being known by others.
On the afternoon before the start of school, boarders should return to school early. Yan Xu didn't have classes on Monday, so he went to Fuxi lecture hall of Chinese studies that day. I went there to say goodbye to him and stood at the door watching the boy look at the profile of his notes. I'm a little distracted. Six or seven days with him is more unreal than a dream.
It was a long time before I came to my senses and called Yan Xu's name. He stood up with a smile and walked around the chair to me.
"Jamlom, I lost my girlfriend's photo." Next to the aunt picked up a small piece of paper from the ground and handed it to Yan Xu with a knowing smile.
Yan Xu took it in a panic, stuffed it into his wallet in a panic, and finally gave me a look in a panic.
At that moment, I stood stiffly at the door, at a loss, and even forgot to say anything. Yes, unrequited love is a dark trek, like asceticism in the vast desert, moving forward with only a little faith in my heart. Actually, I don't even know where the real exit is
"Oh, I'm going back to school. Goodbye. " Struggled out of the whirlpool of self-control, finally squeezed out a few words, and then ran away.
six
He called me that day, but I didn't answer. Should I ask him why he had a girlfriend and didn't tell me? But why did he tell me? How well that sentence is said, loving someone is like penance. I am willing to put on sandals, pick up the monk's bowl, change my robe into a patchwork shirt, and set foot on the road of no return with a bamboo stick. I am bent on Buddha, how dare I ask Buddha to come to me? However, since you already have a girlfriend, why covet food outside your own field? With so many gentle companions, can you give generously at will?
I don't know.
Soon after I arrived in the third year of high school, I stopped skipping classes and kept avoiding Yulan. Reading and studying seem to have nothing to do with Yan Xu.
After the college entrance examination was posted, my grades were enough to go to L University, which I miss day and night, but I still filled in the southeast coastal university in a rage, because it is the farthest from L University in the northwest. But in the end, I couldn't help but delete it all, putting L University in the first place, and the following schools are all in the city where L University is located.
Then I entered the school, step by step, and Yan Xu, who had never seen the same school, accepted the confession of a boy in the class and broke up two months later. ...
I don't know what I'm doing. I can't forget it. This must be the worst word in the world.
These are all stories about Yan Xu and me.
seven
The seventh day of the first month, Valentine's Day, is also my lunar birthday.
More than a year later, Yan Xu's phone call came again. I wonder where he got my new number.
The voice on the phone is still clear: "Geometry, I'm at the South Bridge, come here."
I walked out of the house before the phone hung up. I also smiled at myself: one second I told myself I forgot, and the next I acquiesced in his eight-point strength. Dog blood, childish.
"Happy birthday, send you a photo of my girlfriend as a gift. Stolen from Y's archives, very precious. " Without opening remarks, he suddenly held out his hand. The photos that I have been worried about from high school to college turned out to be my ID photos when I entered high school.
I waved generously: "Your girlfriend, keep it for yourself." The voice trembled before the hand was put down.
I rubbed my eyes in disguise and turned to look at the river in the sun. It's great, the breeze is mighty, the mountains are high and the water is long, and the people around you are exactly the same as the old dreams of youth.
Well, Tianshui, there is no better place than here.