I think everyone's high school should be more or less the same, class, distraction, sleep, eat. Of course, the latter three activities are all synchronized with those forty-five minutes in class, at least for the three of us.
Back then, the three of us were still young and crazy and chased the wind, and we always felt that we should have a series of screen names that would allow others to recognize us as different from the norm, so one day during the evening study hall, I received a small note, which was in five big words: sad pork sausage.
The corners of my mouth twitched for a long time, and I would rather die than use this name. Finally, on a windy Sunday afternoon, I sat on the bus and saw an electric car whizzing by outside the window, with an eerily smiling Pleasant Goat vaguely plastered on the body. So I had a flash of insight: dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing, dashing.
Why am I called Dashing? Because I've always believed I'm the most handsome boy.
The last name of that messed up because she was surnamed Huang, so it was turned into the name of the street dog bully by Da Shuai. Every day waving a dog fighting stick pulling rhubarb to walk the streets.
Speaking of rhubarb, before I never believe that the world will really have the existence of a silly white sweet like the heroine in the novel, but her appearance let me completely long insight. The high school life of the rhubarb in the second year of high school has been a foregone conclusion, was arranged in the last row of the small corner, the same table is a red garbage can, their own every day still smile like a fool.
The root of all evil is the midterm exams in the first half of the second semester of high school, Huang and then the best relationship with the best friend contacted the other two students to cheat together, pass small notes and so on, there was not much of a problem. However, the big yellow did not go by the norm, in the examination of the language she copied all the standard answers word for word, only the composition is their own randomly written.
And so it was that Huang beat her Tsinghua classmates to become the top language student of the year.
The head of the grade team found out that the language paper of the rhubarb is the handwritten version of the standard answer, the other subjects are also overturned together, together with her bosom friend was also caught out. It was at this point that Rhubarb ended it all with one maneuver. Her best friend made Rhubarb admit that she took the cell phone into the exam room, and after searching the answers, Rhubarb also took the initiative to write her a note asking her to cheat together. Big Yellow's clear and strange brain circuit did not realize that this is her best friend in order to save her own sacrifice her strategy, but according to this fabricated lie in front of the head of the grade group justifiably admitted their "facts of the crime", coupled with the class teacher's divine assistance, we happen to be the backyard of the fire, the mother of the big yellow had to be in place by the grade director and the class teacher bloody head. The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital to get a doctor's note.
This is the first time I've ever seen a student with more than 600 points in the midterm, and I've never seen a student with more than 100 points in the midterm.
Waiting for the rhubarb to come back, her girlfriends and she drew a line in the sand, that is, in this period of her most difficult time, the marshal came to her side, by virtue of the strong value of the force and good people, rhubarb in the marshal's back stumbled at least in the class has a foothold.
Our marshal, is such a flash of love.
My relationship with Da Shuai originated in the military training, when she has become the life committee, lunch break when a person carrying a box of water walking difficult, I went to help Da Shuai smiled at me, and then said to me the first sentence:
"These men are fucking dead?"
At that time I felt that this girl is not ordinary, love foul language are good girls.
So a class of key cultivation object, a class to avoid the poor students, and I, a subject teacher in the eyes of can be made talent, the class teacher in the eyes of the black sheep, so gathered together, began a period of songs and tears years.
In the second semester of the second year of high school when the marshal inexplicably changed classes, I was confused with rhubarb and I sent a confused marshal to a new class, and then marshal told us that the homeroom teacher to find her trouble, but her mother also has a temper, and directly found the principal of the school without mercy to transfer the class. Although it was a bit of a hassle to meet and have to go downstairs, it didn't hinder our revolutionary friendship. I basically didn't go to the evening study hall in my senior year of high school for a few sessions, and I escaped with the big handsome to go out to relax and body and mind.
At that time, the marshal was obsessed with the End of the World sword, and took me to the Internet cafe to pinch the face, never play the game, I also tried under her coercion, and then out of control, became one of the millions of Internet addicts in the army of young people.
Finally, one day, the big handsome may finally realize their own as a senior student of the historical burden, left hand holding a biology knowledge points right hand pulling me slipped out of the school, and told me that tonight she wants to study, but there must be a sense of ceremony. The young me actually believed her in that moment and stepped on the road with her to the riverside bridge.
When we finally got on the bridge, and I found a rock to sit down and prepared to feel cell division with my heart, Da Shuai suddenly showed an awkward and impolite smile. Looking at her with a constipation-like expression I seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter. Then she finally said the words:
"My friend, I want to poop. "
Almost all of our study sessions after that ended up like this, finding the nearest internet cafe and ending with a dash of shit from Dash and Skyward Sword.
On the occasional night when Rhubarb managed to get away with it, we'd sit around drinking lemonade and playing poker and chatting about gossip, and I'd always divinely tell them that I had a boyfriend named Khung, that no one could see him because he was air, but that he was always there for us, and that he'd be there for me all the time because I was his true love. Those two crazy women would say I was sick and delusional about being single.
That literary and pretentious years, we always like to write to each other, but in addition to the handsome one will buy a complete set of letter envelopes, I and rhubarb never a folded note paper pretend to be regular. Marshal's reply letter is never less than two words, disgusted.
During that breathtaking time, we were rightfully obsessed with Big Ice's books. So we began to plan every day the route for the three of us to travel together after the college entrance examination. There were times when all sorts of crazy ideas popped up, such as putting on a backpack in the middle of the night and preparing to go out and wander the world, only to end up with oversleeping.
In the last month before the exam, my brain finally gave up the resistance completely, seeing the books and papers on the level of amnesia. There is a rule in the class, each time the results of the examination come out, in accordance with the results of the order of arbitrary selection of seats. So I took the seventh grade in the class and sat in the last row.
In this way, the configuration of the last row of the class became me, rhubarb, red trash can.
The two of us, like decorating a new house, re-dressed our desks and stacked up two tall mountains of books, and our daily life was that you watched dramas and I read novels, you slept and I wandered off, you ate and I ate, and you slept and I slept. When you wake up from sleep, you go downstairs to harass the marshal.
Then in a flat rainy day, my college entrance examination towards the beginning also ushered in the end.
Now I have fulfilled my dream of going to college, the two crazy people are also rooted in their respective cities, we did not directly after graduation on the back of the bag to embark on the journey, but directly paralyzed in the home unconscious for several days. Ten years of hard study consumed our energy, once relieved to sell books actually only twenty-three dollars, I was puzzled, these books printed with the great knowledge of mankind why the resale of books with the sale price of such a big difference.
"Dash and Marshal sat on the bridge, Akong tugged at Dash's book bag; Dash and Marshal sat on chairs in the cold drink store, Akong sat next to them putting cards; Dash and Marshal walked under the big willow tree, Akong sat on the tree and blew the wind.
"In the end, the Marshal left, and so did Dash, leaving only Khung.
"If one day we have to part, let him accompany you through the long years you have."
Closing the last letter Dash wrote to me in high school, I wanted to say thank you to those two people for accompanying me through those cockamamie not-so-long years.