Youth stories about deskmates

? When I was in my senior year of high school, I met my deskmate. We sat together for half a year. Later, the class teacher did not allow men and women to be deskmates, and many things happened, so we were no longer classmates. table, and gradually lost contact. As I get older, I will doubt the authenticity of many memories, so special things need to be recorded with the power of words. I am afraid that my brain, which is not very bright, will not be able to piece together all the memories.

In the summer of 2012, the Shanxi Province College Entrance Examination made the first step of reform. The college entrance examination application no longer requires scores to be filled in, but you can get the results first. But generally speaking, it is still the old application model. Each batch can only fill in one school. It is all-or-nothing. 70% of the strength is required to go to college, and the rest depends on luck. Indirectly caused the practice of repeat reading.

And I am the one with less luck.

In the year when I took the college entrance examination, I passed the admission cutoff for the second semester by 35 points. In our village, the town government came to hand out banners and set off firecrackers. There was nothing in my heart, but my father had a slight affection for me. disappointment. After many rounds of research, I applied to Shandong University of Finance and Economics. After filling out my application form, I began my leisurely and joyful college preparation life. Until the day when the score line came out, the whole family was silent. Due to the reorganization of Shandong University that year, Shandong University of Finance and Economics lived up to expectations and exceeded the score line. In this first line, I failed gloriously.

At that time, more than half of the summer vacation had passed, and the students who were supposed to repeat their studies had already been in school for two months. All the major repeat schools were full. My father took me to the most famous place in the surrounding city, which is famous for running and eating. The repeat schools are all full! The teacher there opened the classroom door and said to me,

"Your grades are okay. It's not that the teacher doesn't want you. As long as you can bring in another desk, you can study!"

After staying in a hotel out of town for one night, my father, who had been smoking all night, took me to Shuo Shi Er to join my good friend. I sat in the last row of the best class. As soon as I took my seat, I, who has always been a nymphomaniac, took a quick look at the appearance and temperament of the boys and girls in the class. I was planning how to blend in and make friends. By the way, I discovered that there was a shy guy in the class. A shy boy.

On the third day after that, it was time to go home for my monthly holiday. I took a train in a strange place for the first time. My father temporarily entrusted an uncle's son to look after me. Unfortunately, I didn't see our classmate Zhang from the time we got off to the time we checked in before boarding the bus.

Face-blind people always lose face-blindness when they see someone special. I caught a glimpse of the shy and upright boy in the new class, and he said he was unfamiliar with the road for the first time. The first conversation was made:

"Hello, classmate, I am new to Class A. Where are you going? Can you take me to the platform?"

"With you Same." He pulled out the ticket and showed it to me. It was such a coincidence that I almost said something bad.

He was tall, fair, and spoke in a gentle manner. He told me that I had to go through an underground passage to get to the platform and just follow him. He asked me why I decided to come so late. Repeat. When we were chatting enthusiastically, classmate Zhang called me from above. Without thinking much, I pushed left and right in the crowd to catch up with classmate Zhang, completely forgetting that he was still chatting with me.

Eight years ago, I was still that eloquent girl who didn’t know how vast the world was. I was not quiet at all. I had a boyfriend who downplayed his emphasis on studies and often made me cry. At that time, I was not very clear about the meaning of love. I had many friends of the opposite sex. The more handsome the friend of the opposite sex, the more respectable and easy-going I felt. Maybe I was just stupid.

But now I still miss and like myself very much.

Less than two weeks after arriving in the new class, the school organized the first mock test. As expected, after a crazy summer vacation, I took the test second to last in the class. I still had to sit in the last row, behind me. It's the water dispenser.

That day, I borrowed my classmate’s mobile phone to watch "Xuanyuan Sword" after class. He came to pour water, and the two of them looked at each other in an awkward atmosphere. Suddenly, I remembered the confusing behavior at the train station.

"I'm sorry that I left without saying hello to you that day. I saw my uncle's son coming to pick me up." "...

Two months later, the school took its second mock test. I was second in the math class and he was first in the physics class. Our photos were posted in the learning style area on the back wall of the classroom for display. At the same time, it also ushered in the second seat change.

Everyone stood in the aisle and went in to choose seats according to their performance rankings. My grades were still not good. When it was my turn, the class was crowded with people (more than 100 people), and those in the middle were There was only one open seat, and although I was a playful person, I still wanted to go to college, so I squeezed into that open seat and became his deskmate.

Later, I asked someone who was ranked higher than me in the dormitory why he would rather sit in the back row than choose that seat. My roommate said, "I asked him to please give way, but he ignored me and didn't move." When moving tables in the evening, Donkey stood in the last row and called me a "nymphomaniac" from a distance. Then I am also a nymphomaniac who loves to learn!

We became tablemates and comrades-in-arms. We sat in the third row from the bottom until the day of the breakup.

During that time when we sat at the same table, there was a lot of laughter and I was really happy.

I am a person who often suffers from insomnia, and the pressure of the college entrance examination is too great. I always fall asleep in class, and I am afraid that I will miss important explanations. When I am sleepy, I will secretly eat spicy sticks or pinch myself in class. , the effect is minimal and does not affect the distress at all. When we were at the same table, he would let me sleep, then listen hard to the lectures, and explain to me when I was awake.

One day during class, I was very sleepy. I woke up and packed my books to wait for him to explain to me, but my thinking was still not clear. He took away the stool while I was not paying attention, and I sat down when it was empty. on the ground, looking confused. People around me were laughing at me, and he was smiling wildly against the light. I couldn't see his expression clearly. I didn't know if it was because of the girl's shame or anger. I was very angry and ignored him for a long time. In my impression, the emotional balance between the two of us seemed to have tilted from that day on, and his side became heavier.

A month later, there was a seat adjustment, and I still chose the same seat. To my surprise, he ended up sitting next to me. By then, we were already very close friends. Maybe the saying "there is no pure friendship between men and women" is really a tree planted by predecessors, and it is very reasonable.

He gradually began to urge me to study. I would study and memorize idioms by myself early in the morning. If I memorized one, I could exchange it for a small bag of spicy strips;

When I was reading in the morning, he would occasionally sing to me, singing JAY's "Give Me Time for a Song" is pretty good;

There is water and snacks poured on the table every day (being late is really my innate talent, and now I He always maintains his own fine traditions);

He always helps me pick up things that fall on the ground because his arms are long;

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It was another monthly vacation. He bought me a train ticket, and together with his friends, we took the bus home together. It was September 30th, and the train station was crowded like an exploded honeycomb, buzzing. They couldn't even hear each other clearly when they spoke. Stations in tier 18 cities all have manual ticket checking. When the gate opened, there were fare evaders trying to squeeze in, and I was squeezed away.

The platform was full of people, and before I could even find my own car, I was pushed onto the train by the crowd. I didn’t find them, and was squeezed into the back of the train, with my face pressed against the door glass. The people behind were forced in by the conductor, and the train was able to leave. I was so crowded at the end of the dark carriage that I stood on one foot, clutching my bag in a strange posture, and didn't move after several stops.

After passing through a long tunnel, I saw him frowning and rushing towards us angrily. After seeing and confirming that it was me, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me The bag was running wildly,

"She is so thin, can't you give way? She is squeezing in all kinds of ways!" He shouted at the uncle and aunt in the aisle.

The crowded passengers in the aisle were cursing at us. I was stunned during that section of the road, which felt like I had walked for a century. The bag with the slightly faded hardware seems to be dazzling in front of my eyes now, maybe because I kept staring at it at that time.

After that, everything seemed to have changed, and I suddenly realized that some emotions might have split.

As deskmates, we urge each other to study, play, and quarrel; we share snacks, our favorite celebrities, class photos, and plant specimens I made. They often bring each other to fill the thermos with water, skip school in the morning during the monthly holidays and climb over the wall to catch the train, and ride home in a snowstorm to tell each other that they are safe. Everything happened so smoothly and smoothly.

I have never met anyone who treats me so well, including my boyfriend.

One day I suddenly thought about these relationships and found that feelings are as tangled as a ball of yarn strung together.

That day was my birthday. My boyfriend, who had not been seen for a long time, wrote me a letter. I cried very hard. I am a person who seems to burst into tears without warning every time I look at myself and make a choice.

Evening self-study was rustling as usual. I opened my letter and started crying. My deskmate looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, handed me a piece of paper to comfort me, and tried to stop me from crying with some not-so-funny jokes, but I cried even harder. Because deep down in my heart, I had already planned a stupid plan, but at that time I thought that I would shine everywhere like the Virgin Mary and save each other from fire and water.

After all, high school study is the most important.

"Do you like me?"

I sent a text message when the lights were turned off at night.

I have already felt emotions that are different from friendship. I think that bringing it up early and cutting off the love in time is the best way for him and can also stop the loss in time.

"You guessed it right, I like you." He replied after a long time.

Later, I vaguely expressed my emotional experience, my understanding, my original intention, and all my thoughts. The central idea is that I have a boyfriend, so don’t waste your feelings on me.

After a subsequent seat adjustment, the head teacher did not allow men and women to sit together. We were no longer at the same table. In the following months, he never spoke again.

When there were still two months before the college entrance examination, he skipped class and went to Kaifeng to relax with his friends who were already in college. Before leaving, he bought me a pack of headbands. My headband happened to be broken that day. . He suddenly disappeared in silence. The head teacher was sweating anxiously and asked me about his whereabouts every day. He came back a week later.

He brought me many specialties from Kaifeng, including a picture of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". He told me how he stood on the train all night and what attractions he visited. At the end, he said to me, "You don't have to be embarrassed. In fact, I'm just saying... Responsible for my youth”.

From then on, everything seemed to be back to normal, except that we were no longer at the same table.

I regret that stupid decision but I have never regretted it. I regret that I broke the beauty, but I don’t regret that I made it clear what was on my mind.

During the college entrance examination, we were at the same test center. Before the test, he gave me a thin and large eraser and said that I could copy the answers in it to facilitate the assessment of my score after the test. After we encouraged each other, we entered to the examination room.

Because of the long-term habit of evaluating scores and filling in the application form, the most anxious part for us after the college entrance examination is the score evaluation. Everyone will return to the classroom the day after the college entrance examination to fill in their own estimates. Score, and then everyone goes back to their homes. In order to meet my boyfriend, I sent my parents away, and they took my luggage home first. I stayed at school waiting for my boyfriend, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, but it didn't work out the way I wanted.

I was wiping tears alone in a dormitory with empty beds. People passing by thought I failed the college entrance examination.

When I was getting ready to go home, I found that all the train tickets for the day were sold out and I could only buy station tickets. When I was hesitating, my deskmate called me and exchanged a few words about my exam results. .

I took his car back home.

The sun was very strong on the Loess Plateau in July. I sat downstairs in their dormitory and cried. He was packing things on the balcony upstairs and laughing at me. The wind dried my tears and the sun pierced my eyes. Eye.

Later we said goodbye and never saw each other again.

After graduation, he had a photo album in his QQ space, which was all related to me, the snacks I shared, sesame paste cereal, the English notes I copied on the machine-readable card, and the peach blossom specimens I made. , the pine nuts I picked up... Later, the photo album disappeared for a while, and then I was no longer a friend on QQ, and then I became a friend again.

After the college entrance examination, we all passed the exam at a normal level and were admitted to our ideal university, all over the world. In college, he was a member of the flag-raising class, and wearing a military uniform indirectly fulfilled his dream. I studied chemistry in a southern city, which I had always hated and was not good at. We no longer contacted each other, and my boyfriend and I did not continue to be together.

I have never been able to understand what kind of feelings I had for him back then. When I was young, I didn’t understand the meaning of love. The reason why puppy love is resisted is that on the one hand, it delays learning, and on the other hand, it is because you really don’t understand love well enough. You may go astray or miss it. There are twists and turns, and the young man's choice is full of doubts, guesses and uncertainties.

An ordinary experience, an encounter in youth.

I wish you and me the best.

(If you believe this article, it’s just a story. If you don’t believe it, it’s just a story. It’s just out of boredom, so there’s no need to take it seriously.)