Looking for "Dark Matter" in the 6th anniversary special issue of Maxim

A

"The stories of those years were all folded into a certain chapter on the page of the book." Seventeen-year-old Weiran sat in front of the spotless large glass window and slowly daze.

That summer, the world was turned upside down. The camphor tree swayed quietly outside the window. The gentleness of the tree covered a large area of ??the sky. I tossed a coin for the hundredth time.

Look He slowly turned around the silver-gray object a few times and finally lay down with the "1" facing up. Weiran sighed, picked up the pen, and wrote "Physical Chemistry" on the ambition list

I checked the box, and then, just like that, I sat in the science class in a daze.

This story was destined to be a black humor from the beginning.

B

"Dark matter is something that cannot be seen or touched, but actually exists." Hao Ling suddenly raised his head from the thick physics competition book and said.

"What?" Weiran took off his headphones and looked at the physics expert with a blank expression. Hao Ling smiled, said it was nothing, and continued to bury his head in the thick competition book.

Dark Matter , Weiran's ears still caught those three words. In the headphones, Zhang Xinzhe was quietly singing the song "Bai Yueguang", which was Weiran's favorite song.

"Bai Yueguang, A certain place in the mind is so bright, but so cold. Everyone has a sadness that they want to hide, but they want to cover it up..."

Hao Ling said that we all have to learn to be sad, At that time, Guo Jingming's "Sadness Against the Current Becomes a River" was popular for a while, but I somehow fell in love with that word, sadness.

The two faint words, like two small water droplets, dripped down deep in my heart. There were ripples in the deep lake.

Wei Ran discovered a very serious problem during his first test after being divided into different classes. His bilingual advantage was far from enough to make up for his deficiencies in mathematics, physics and chemistry. He stuffed the physics test paper with a score of more than 70 points into the drawer, patted Hao Ling on the shoulder and said, "Brother, it would be great if the two of us could be equally rich and poor." Hao Ling chuckled twice and turned his mountainous face into a The red English test paper and the perfect physics test paper were placed side by side on the table. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fire and ice." The questions are as easy as Weiran's writing an article, but God is always fair, and Hao Ling's English will always be the same as Weiran's physics. The scores are always pitifully small, and science classes will occasionally give out math, physics and chemistry test papers very easily. , and the foreign language test papers are very difficult, so if you are lucky, Weiran will be in the same examination room as Hao Ling, and then Hao Ling will look up to the sky and sigh: "How did I end up in the same examination room as you?" Weiran said, yes. , you are actually reduced to the same examination room as me.

But to be honest, Hao Ling is still quite a good person, so good that he can teach Weiran those physics questions that are actually very mentally retarded, such as Regarding the issue of discharging and charging capacitors, after he talked about it three times, this girl, who is a physics idiot and a math idiot, finally nodded in understanding, and scored 14 points for the capacitor question in the monthly exam. He got a historic full score on the calculation question. That monthly exam was also Weiran's first three-digit number in physics. Weiran was so excited that he cried and laughed in the classroom. Hao Ling looked at him with a smile and tilted his head. Like looking at a child who has not grown up,

The camphor tree outside the window stared at them indifferently. Time slipped from the leaves, making the silhouette of the ground mottled.

C

"What's the story of camphor and camphor?" Weiran casually wrote down Guo Jingming's words in his diary, and suddenly thought of Hao Ling again.

The days of her senior year in high school are not as busy as she imagined, at least not for Wei Ran. She is still used to picking out math questions she doesn't understand and asking them everywhere without shame. She is used to doing chemistry papers while listening to music with headphones, and she is used to showing off her teeth and claws. The left-hand rule and the right-hand rule are written in physics. For Weiran, the third year of high school was nothing more than moving from the second floor of the teaching building to the third floor. There was an extra countdown timer on the blackboard.

It's just cards.

But Hao Ling was very busy all of a sudden. The physics competition in September was coming soon, and he still had nearly a quarter of his thick competition book left to chew, so All available time was filled up by the physics competition, including the time to read novels and listen to music, the time to play games online, the time to teach Weiran questions and argue with her, and the time to think about what was on his mind. He was really too busy. Looking at him from a distance, Weiran suddenly felt a little strange.

Since when did he become so busy? Weiran doesn’t remember it anymore, as if the transition from the second year of high school to the third year of high school happened overnight, as if the rhythm of the whole world has sped up in an instant, but Weiran hasn’t caught up yet.

The afternoon that ended exactly the same, Weiran and The girl who was last in the class was wandering on the street when she met the class teacher. The two girls stood in front of the class teacher at a loss, like thieves who had been caught trying to commit a crime. The teacher was unexpectedly magnanimous. Once, I waved my hand and let them go, but then I clearly heard a sentence: "It's true that humans of the same kind flock together, who plays with the same people."

What about Hao Ling?

He is such a good student, the favorite of his teachers, the pride of his parents, and the role model of his classmates. But he is not the same as himself. He likes Zhang Xinzhe and Han Geng. He writes articles criticizing the education system, and his impassioned words about clothing guide the country. , the expression?

When Weiran thought of this, he suddenly stopped. That Hao Ling is not the one he is now. Maybe the teacher is right, it is true that birds of a feather flock together. Weiran was a little self-deprecating. I shook my head. On the busy street, I forgot whether to go east or west.

D

In this best class in the grade, I felt like a stranger from outside. , so out of place, in the words of my friends, I live like a liberal arts student in a science class, reading novels, listening to music, and struggling with mathematics, physics, and chemistry in a poetic and picturesque way.

So I gradually began to like memories. Memories are like sour and sweet candies, which will bring a long-lost warmth to a person when she is the loneliest.

Thinking of her freshman year in high school, Hao Ling wrote The note was given to Weiran, saying not to regret what he had done. At that time, he was not as busy as he is now, and Weiran always had a lot of time to gossip and comfort the girl who regretted it because she chose the science class in a muddle. After comforting him, he shamelessly borrowed an English test paper from Weiran to correct it, and was annoyed for a long time because there was one missing letter in the spelling of a word.

At that time, Hao Ling liked to fix a brand of black pen and write in a notebook with a red cover. There are many beautiful words. His handwriting is very beautiful, lying on the paper like beautiful flowers. He can write about unhappy things, sentimental poems, and small novels compiled by himself. , I wrote it calmly, showed it to my friends and was laughed at, then locked it in the drawer calmly.

At that time, Hao Ling also liked to listen to Jeff Chang and often argued with Weiran to the end. Is lt; faith gt; good or lt; from the beginning to now gt; good to listen to, and I often communicate with Weiran about Guo Jingming’s experience, that article lt; trainspottinggt; is unanimously considered to be the best written, lt; trainspottinggt ;, Lan Xiao, who had very good grades, and Qi Ming, who had very bad grades, were also very good friends, just like Weiran and Hao Ling, which gave Weiran some comfort.

At that time Hao Ling likes to play basketball, but he often suffers in basketball, so Weiran has to prepare "Bundy" and "Red Scream" in his drawer every day, and wait until he returns to the classroom dripping wet. It was already dark. To be honest, Hao Ling's posture in the blue suit was very beautiful. Although the hit rate was not very high and it smelled a bit like an embroidered pillow, this did not prevent Hao Ling from liking to play, and it did not prevent Wei Ran from liking to watch. He plays ball.

At that time, Weiran once said, I want to be with you, maybe it could only be regarded as a joke, but Hao Ling, who was very poor in English, actually understood it and wrote it in his elegant handwriting. I made a sentence, and I still don’t know if there is a grammatical error in that sentence: I was born for you, and stay with you forever.

It was really good at that time, but it can only be that time. , just like what is said in "Little Fish and Flowers", happy memories can only be memories. From "then" to "now", the world has changed too much,

What is happening now is still the same as it was when I was a freshman in high school. He was a leisurely person at the bottom of the class, ordinary and almost forgotten, but Hao Ling stood high on the top of the pyramid, like a proud little prince, dazzling.

Nowadays, Hao Ling has become very busy. Looking at Weiran, who is dizzy due to the physics competition with his head down, he feels a little distressed and a little strange, although he also hopes to see An outstanding Hao Ling, the boy in front of me is no longer like the Hao Ling I am familiar with.

"You are me, the unspeakable hurt, I want to forget, but I can't help but recall... ."Many things will not change due to human will. The more you want to forget some memories, the harder it will be.

E

In September, the physics competition is about to begin. Here we are, the college entrance examination is about to take place in ten months. The classroom is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder all day long, making people breathless. The camphor tree outside the window is still slightly swaying with the gentleness of the tree, as if two years have passed. It only stops in the heart of the future, but flows quietly from Hao Ling's side. The passage of time has taken away our low-key joy and a touch of sadness. The stories left behind by those years are like a dream, so beautiful that people can't bear it. Wake up, but Hao Ling said, don’t miss your dreams when you wake up.

Hao Ling became more and more like a stranger. He no longer listened to music, read books, or played basketball. He must have forgotten the line he wrote in English before, right? Weiran, who is very good at English, remembers clearly, I was born for you, and stay with you forever. That sentence can be translated like this: Born for you, with you. You can do it. He must not remember it.

"Dark matter is those things that cannot be seen or touched, but actually exist." Hao Ling raised his head from the thick physics book , yes dark matter, that is the most wonderful thing in the world, but also the most helpless thing, just like the distance between us, invisible, intangible, real

Weiran suddenly thought of a sentence A very pretentious poem: "The clouds are far away from me, and you are far away from me. The two stars in the sky seem to be very close to each other, but in time they are separated by a light year.

Senior year in high school Weiran finally made up his mind to lock all those idle books in the cabinet. I thought I should work hard and keep myself busy. The head teacher talked to Weiran once and he said, maybe the teacher didn’t have high demands on you before, so You have never been very relaxed. Now the teacher hopes that you can be more attentive. After all, time is running out. After studying for so many years, it’s just about this last battle. Weiran nodded obediently.

Hao Ling I haven’t talked to myself for a long time, but what does it matter? Weiran smiled, holding a thick reference book, and chased the teacher to ask questions instead of asking Hao Ling. He was very busy, and there was a gap between us. If you plant dark matter, let it exist.

"White Moonlight, somewhere in my heart, is so bright, but so cold. Everyone has a sadness that they want to hide, but they are growing." ..."That thing was Weiran's favorite song, and it was also Hao Ling's favorite song.

Weiran was sitting there

In front of the big glass, I fell into a daze bit by bit. The little prince said, because of everything in the past, the color of the wheat field is good for me. Hao Ling once pointed to this sentence and said, look. I am so many Like this little prince. It turns out that you have grown up and become a king wearing a crown, but I still think you are the pale little prince.

The stories of those years are all folded into the pages of the book A certain chapter of the book will accidentally slip when you open the book one time, telling you not to forget. You just need to quietly fold them back into the pages.

Then, look up and smile , slowly growing.