There is an article in the most novel called Eternity.

■ Text/Lu Lili

The name of the summer transfer student is Wan Li. The story had spread before the teacher patted the table and called for silence. But the students still quarreled for a while before they calmed down and rested. Those who still listen to their teachers these days are idiots. When Qian Qiu dawdled and raised his head, the boy's waist was already bent. An unusually arrogant voice came from below. "Wan Li. Please give me more advice. "

Like teenagers coming out of pure love campus cartoons or Japanese dramas, with cold faces and delicate eyebrows. Insert a piece

The air creaked in the light. The only thing that makes people feel discouraged is the reason for arranging seats. Wan Li was originally an excellent student in Ueno private high school, but he transferred to Yuxi Chuan public high school for family reasons. There is nothing wrong with laziness.

Yao Jianshe's teacher said, "You can sit next to Qian Qiu. She doesn't study well. Help her more. " So he pulled him to the next seat.

"Well, the last time Li Hui confessed to him, what did he say ... who are you? "What an eyesore!" "It seems that it is difficult to express excitement, and the girl emphasized it again." How dare he say that! "

"Bad boy!"

"It sucks!"

"What do you think you are! Very handsome ... point! " The girl turned her head with a snort. "Hey, century, copy your homework? Catch up! "

"Go and buy three cans of tea after copying, it's so hot!"

Qian Qiu looked up in horror. "Good ... horse, now!"

Then.

"Qian Qiu, I put you on duty today, and we have to go to cram school."

"Yes, you are so stupid to go there. I will ask the teacher for leave for you. It's so decided! "

Then.

"It's over! I forgot to bring lunch today! Qian Qiu, give me your share! The right to lose weight. "

"Look at your thick legs."

and .. / with ..

"Wow, I really want this award-"

"The lucky draw is very reluctant."

"What words! Qian Qiu, buy this product. I want a lottery ticket. Huh, how much money you got there? Bring it all. We are good friends, right? Hey! "

or ...

"Oh, I'm sorry, a group of three people has no room for a thousand years."

"You can find other friends."

"Oh, by the way, did you get the CD you wanted yesterday?"

This kind of thing happens again and again many times. As a result, the boys who had been silent looked at the girls who rushed out of the classroom, looked around under the offensive of "we are good friends", raised their eyebrows and said the first sentence since they sat at the same table.

"Are you spineless?"

The school began to implement the credit system the year before last. The textbooks of all subjects are defined as modules 1234, and the mid-term and final exams are set as module exams, which are also called taking credits. Those who fail can make up the exam and pass the course, but they can only be rated as C.

Today is the English module test. When I got to school, the exam had already started, which was divided into two parts: multiple-choice questions and non-multiple-choice questions, and the time was two hours.

Qian Qiu's English is very poor. To be precise, Qian Qiu is very poor in every subject. Although I listened carefully in class, spent the summer vacation in cram schools all day and took a lot of notes, my grades still couldn't go up. The more so, the more nervous you are during the exam, especially in the last few minutes. There are still a lot of unfinished questions. You may think about what you will get, but because you are too nervous, your mind is blank, and even in winter, you will break out in a cold sweat.

Author: Feng Jingling replied to this speech on March 23, 200718: 20.

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Reply: The most novel will reappear forever.

There are 15 multiple-choice questions left unfinished in the last five minutes. If they don't finish, there is no hope of passing the exam. Qian Qiu was holding a pen, and his hands kept shaking. She looked at the clock on the wall, and then at the test paper. The sound between the paper and the pen seems to fade to a certain edge. Only the sound of the clock kept moving forward, getting louder and louder, as if to squeeze out the heart pressed in the throat.

My head is getting higher and higher.

"Hello." This sudden voice suddenly interrupted Qian Qiu's imagination.

"... uh. "

The boy looked forward and then moved his arm. There is an answer sheet under the boy's elbow in the lower left corner of the desk.

White paper revealed the answer under the cover of the boy.

"Copy."

There are many stories about death. Dead, dead, sacrificed, dead, dead, gone, left bite, left incense, firewood, old lining, selling salted duck eggs and so on. Or, as students often say recently-

He did it.

What makes high school life like a pool of stagnant water, occasionally mixed with campus violence or campus romance suddenly boils up, is a death incident shortly after the second year of high school. Teenagers of the same age died under the wheel.

There are many rumors about the accident. Some said that they were dragged from the street to the end of the street by trucks, and they were unrecognizable. Some said that they were blown up by trucks and fell like dolls, covered in blood. Some people say that half of the body is crushed and the brain and internal organs can be seen. However, Qian Qiu passed by this street the day after the incident and saw that there were still many vehicles, only a circle of blood was left on the side of the road.

But the enthusiasm of the rumor is so strong that even after two months, girls can still be heard discussing it in such a lovely way.

"Oh, did you hear that? That thing. "

"Well, well! How terrible! 100% terrible! "

"I heard it was suicide."

"No, I heard that the driver was drunk."

"It's suspicious to run out alone in the middle of the night anyway, isn't it?"

"Well ..."

Then, more topics extend teenagers to different versions. Terrible, pathetic, pathetic, or hidden.

"Qian Qiu, what do you think?"

Qian Qiu Lengleng.

"... I think dead is dead. "

The ghost night often mentioned by the ancients refers to the seventh night when the soul returns home in memory after death. Qian Qiu didn't see a ghost on the seventh night after her father's death, so she always doubted this statement. Even on a ghost night, if seven days is not enough for the dead soul to find its way home, or get lost on the road, it may take ten days, twenty days or even longer.

So, how long will it take to see the dead again?

After school, the students filed out of the school gate. Qian Qiu, carrying a schoolbag, went with the flow.

Today, school was unexpectedly punctual, and I was not asked to be on duty and other chores. I can probably go to cram school on time. For various reasons, I haven't been to class for three times. The picture says that the seats have changed a lot. The implication is that you should not sit with us.

Qian Qiu, stop.

People wearing blue-gray school uniforms are like dark lead, fluctuating and scattered in all directions.

Just a little. Time here is like eternal stillness, revealing a completely different texture.

Qian Qiu walked over, raised his head slightly and asked in a slightly surprised tone, "Wan Li?"

There are many people in the world. All kinds of people are similar in appearance, but different from each other. You can never know the people around you. Maybe someone has an incredible life that you can't imagine.

The significance of this to future generations lies in the fact that the physique is different from ordinary people.

"In short, I can see ghosts."

The boy nodded slowly. It seems that I can't accept that this girl who usually looks timid has such bold "damn" ability.

"Actually, I can't tell who is a ghost and who is a person ..." The girl explained. "I just can see it." She lowered her head and stared at the distance from her fingers to her toes.

The boys around him walked silently. You can see from Yu Guangli that he put his hand in his trouser pocket and strode a short distance, which has already left her far away.

Just when Qian Qiu was out of breath, he suddenly stopped. After a long time, a cold and arrogant voice came along the air.

"You mean ..."

"I'm back." Qian Qiu quickly took off his shoes and drummed into the room. "I'm back."

The boy sat under the windowsill and raised his eyes slightly as an answer.

"Today the cram school also left a lot of homework. It seems that I can't get up until midnight. " Qian Qiu took out his exercise book from his schoolbag and went to the boy. "I don't quite understand a few questions in class ... I copied them down. Can you explain it to me? "

The boy nodded. "undetermined coefficient method ..."

Then. "There was a suffocating quiz this afternoon, and the self-study teacher suddenly came in with a volume, which scared me a lot. The result must have been a mess. It is strange that I have studied very hard, but I still can't turn my head. I'm so stupid ... "

"You recently ..." The boy searched for words. "Very noisy. It's much noisier at school than before. "

Qian Qiu zheng. "I'm sorry ... I ... I don't have any friends ... maybe ... just ..."

"Next question, undetermined coefficient method."

"... alas? Stay ...? "

"Didn't you just say that?"

"It seems ..."

Wan Li frowned. "You are not learning materials at all. It is better to give up studying early. "

Qian Qiu stopped writing. "I know."

A neat notebook with many overlapping notes on it. If you do the problem, you won't do it by changing the number or the way you do it. No matter how hard you try, you look like a fool spinning around in circles. Stupid enough to hate yourself.

but ...

"I just want to try. If I work hard, what can I do ... "

"People like you can't do anything at all. Living is better than dying. "

The teenager's eyes sank into the dim twilight.

I have known Wan Li for one year and eight months. At first, she was just a cold deskmate until she died a year later.

How can I describe my mood? Every day when I come home from school, I can hear the teenager say "you are back" lightly when I open the door. You can tell him anything about the past, what happened at school every day, or what topic you can't do such a small thing. Although I just listened with a straight face, I already felt very, very happy.

Even happy enough to abuse the word "happiness"

"It's very kind of Wan Li's mind. He can do these problems without going to school. "

"hmm."

"That ..."

Teenager tilting his head.

"Tomorrow ... let's go to school."

The teenager showed a puzzled expression.

"So ... you always stay here, it will be boring ... so go out for a walk ..." The girl bowed her head. "I'm sorry, just as I didn't say ..."

The boy looked out of the window. "There will be an exam tomorrow, and I will help you cheat."

The first time I knew I was different from others, I pointed to a blank and said, "I saw someone." As I grow older, I gradually know that these things are all air to others, and there is a name called "ghost". But in the future, it is always impossible to tell the difference between ghosts described by human beings as superhuman beings and people.

Just like a teenager in front of him, he walks, he talks, and he quietly looks at a lamp. His outline is very clear. Except that there is no shadow, this is almost negligible. In the impression of future generations, he still quietly retains the image of a young man who whispers his name and is proud and conceited.

However, in all the time that Wan Li still exists, the table belonging to Wan Li has been moved to the corner, full of sundries. Qian Qiu looked at the boy standing at the back of the classroom with a cold face. He didn't even look here.

The classroom is still very noisy, joking or fighting, and they don't return to their seats until class is over. Qian Qiu was said a few words, rubbed his hands a little absently and looked back several times. When the teenager looked back into her eyes, he bowed his head in a hurry.

Don't know why. A little uneasy, a little worried, and a little secretly pleased. Almost at the moment when the teenager walked in, he was inexplicably persuaded. At this moment, the whole world knew the secret. Wan Li is back, and Wan Li is back. In fact, think about it carefully, why do you want him to come to school? The reason also has something to do with showing off.

Even if you don't know, it's something you don't know. He's here.

The third period is Chinese class. When the teacher was bored to read out "A warm sky opens on the snow line", Qian Qiu suddenly heard what the teenager said in the back. And then almost instinctively.

When the town in the valley is getting colder and colder? '

Surprisingly, this is actually a topic. In the teacher's surprised eyes, Qian Qiu was praised for the first time in his life.

Similar things happened one after another. Following the teenager's words, Qian Qiu gave the correct answer in a gnat-like voice. Next is the test. Although I don't understand which planet the cultural aggression I wrote came from, they look extremely correct.

"I never thought of being cheated by ghosts before?"

"I didn't think about it." Qian Qiu answered honestly.

"Why do you always look back in class?"

"Is there?" Deny.

"Why are you whispering? I answered very well! "

"Ah ..." I feel that Wan Li seems particularly talkative today, while Qian Qiu is a little nervous. Wan Li? '

"What?"

How about going to school ...? "

It took a little effort to understand what girls mean. He froze and looked away.

"The same as before."

Same as before? Is it the same boring, or ...

"There are still a few days before the mid-term exam ..."

"Oh."

"So ..."

"Oh."

"Come again."

"... oh. "

He watched the sunset dye the girl's face red, and her expression looked as if she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. She may be afraid to say, but she must be in a panic now.

But, do it again. Go this way again.

Walk to school.

◎◎◎

At that time, Qian Qiu was almost called out. But still one step behind. The boy who just gave a cry turned around awkwardly and met the woman who walked straight by in high heels.

The boy's body. "That ..." Qian Qiu rushed to the boy's side. "Are you all right?" Having said that, I think I am really a clumsy guy. If I were a beautiful girl in a TV series, I would joke first and say, "What the hell?" It's impolite to cross other people's bodies without apologizing! "Then said," are you and your little guy ok? "

Wan Li? '

The whole person froze.

"Wan Li ... ten thousand?"

It's like a huge shock.

"Wan Li? What's wrong with you? " Qian Qiu tried to pull at the boy's sleeve, but he caught an empty hand.

"Wan Li? Wan Li! "

After the mid-term exam is the sports festival. As a dispensable bullied existence, the school sports meeting really has nothing to do with future generations. It can even be said that even without this person, I would not feel it. But it's the first time to escape like this.

In the past, when watching cartoons, people who could see ghosts were always called psychics, and these people were usually extremely capable or gifted and could solve everything at once. This is obviously incompatible with people like Qian Qiu who can't even distinguish between people and ghosts.

But this time is different. Where did that strange feeling come from? Every time I pass that road, I feel something calling her to the other end. I actually tried it a long time ago. A feeling of ants crawling all over their hearts. Where did the call come from?

I witnessed my mother's death for the first time. The second time was my father.

Qian Qiu never knew those seemingly ordinary routes. There is a street lamp covered with boring advertisements next to it, and a red mailbox postman steps on it with a bell. Two-story civil room with blue roof, newspaper thrown at the door, and two bottles of milk in the milk box. Everything is normal. But when they are arranged in a specific combination, the sudden power takes Qian Qiu's life in a completely different direction.

The burning clouds rolled up like waves.

Qian Qiu doesn't know how he pressed it. Ring the doorbell.

Bad attitude. This is a polite way of saying it. It's not too bad to describe.

It was a man who came out to open the door. "Mei Tian, that little girl seems to be looking for you."

"Are you Wan Li's father?"

"What?" Men laugh and cry. "Are you crazy?"

"Who is it?" Women come out. "Who are you looking for?" That's the woman that day!

"I'm Wan Li's classmate ..."

"What Wan Li? Wan Li is dead. "

I know ... but who are you?

"I have nothing to do with that guy! Little sister, that guy is a liar. If he cheated you, you'll have to swallow it yourself. Everyone is dead, just leave me alone! "

The door slammed shut.

That guy. Cheating goods. "Is the detective game so fun?" Qian Qiu, turn around. Wan Li stood under the street lamp.

◎◎◎

I always feel that Wanli is a person who exists in different worlds, like a black unicorn, so lonely and angular. When the results were announced, there was a lot of noise. Wanli stood behind with a straight face and gloomily melted into the color of the background. Forty-eighth day after the mid-term exam. Maybe you could say that. The forty-sixth day after that day. On the way to school, I told the story of "Losing the King for a Thousand Years". The girls laughed and said that even if they were across the street, they would go the wrong way.

Ah. Then, as if remembering something, he added, "It's actually quite good." "Oh." "At least not like the guy in Chaos, who agreed to meet at the back of the house, walked forward as soon as he went out, and finally circled the whole earth."

"Oh." "The unexpected gain is that I also found a park, which is very beautiful." "Oh." "... aye, it's been torn down. ""oh. " "A month ago." "Oh." Sometimes I wonder why Wan Li is so stubborn that he doesn't even say "hmm", but gently reminds himself that he is listening. He listens, but never takes it to heart. Actually, there's still a lot to say.

Actually, I still have a lot to ask. "Wan Li never seems to ..." In fact, there are still many people who don't understand. "Wan Li cares about his own business ..." However, he can go to school together, discuss what to eat for lunch, take a walk together, read books together, and occasionally grab TV channels. So together, as if for granted, so happy. My heart is beating violently. Really, I am extremely happy. So, you can't say.

So you can't ask. Even if I hate myself for thinking so. But in that case, everything will be ... "But I heard that an amusement park will be built in the future." "Oh." "then let's play together ><" "ah ... oh."

Teenagers in the eternal country.

What qualifications do you have to plan the future?

One day. What day is it today? Childhood Wan Li once heard his father say so.

-If you live forever, something good should happen.

The father who said this later followed the sound of the ambulance and never came back. Leave a large legacy with an unrelated woman.

And then, as time goes on. At the door, the children of those fathers who stubbornly wait for "coming back" quietly grow into beautiful teenagers. Things you couldn't understand when you were young, whether it was a woman's vicious curse or never coming to save your father. The answer that should be painful is like a puzzle with insufficient background color. Although they are clumsy, they still present a complete appearance. But no one else is hysterical at will, but there is a place in my heart that no one can walk into for a long time to come.

Anyway, Wan Li still believes that one day, one day, one year, one year. If you stay alive, something good will happen one day. Although sometimes, I think negatively, "I want to live like this, but it is full of painful things." This silly thing was identified by Wan Li in later days as a literary accent that would only appear in my composition, comparable to those disgusting sentences such as "Grandpa Sun showed a red smiling face". So many times, Wan Li grew up silently, but didn't think about those words about pain. I always think that when I grow up to be an excellent adult in the future, those beautiful things with unknown meaning, whether they mean love, career or anything else, will come naturally.

However, whether it is growth or the future. Words like "later" and "then" should be qualified for the living to imagine.

So, when the girl screamed and fell down the stairs, blood appeared on her forehead. The onlookers surrounded the girl, and the ambulance that ran the red light set off dust all over the floor. Wan Li tried to use "it's not my responsibility, and I didn't push her down" and "even in peacetime, there are times when I don't want to save people" to calm my feelings.

In fact, when the girl fell backwards, Wan Li really held out her hand. But this truth, because it fell into nothingness, eventually evolved into a story that no one can tell.

Is this a hero's rescue? What kind is it?

They say people become ghosts when they die. Ghosts can't save people. Are you out of your mind?

In an era full of dust. Summer sunshine. Punch the blindfold like a lie.

It was a joke with Wan Li. "The worst brand in the world is TCL, because it is' too bad'!" Some people also say that "the weakest flower is jasmine, and everyone sings' What a weak jasmine!'" "

Wan Li looked over and replied faintly: "What a powerful cold joke."

But this does not prevent girls from saying something like "HELLO KITTY is the cat with a white face and no mouth" next time. Although I was hit again, I always shouted "I am ungrateful" and "difficult to get along with" in my heart.

But if, with the teenagers in front of us, it is only such a problem that it is difficult to get along with, it is actually nothing.

-I should be scared ...

Just one question.

-Dead.

Really nothing.

-That's right.

The girl's head was bandaged, and there was only the sound of dripping in the ward.

-I can't live.

What was the answer long ago? I remember "no". Simply deny it. She spread her palm slightly.

He will leave one day and break through the power of lies.

One day, leave her. Like a broken cocoon butterfly, flying to a new life.

Leaving an empty shell of lies, a clear old time.

One day.

But if you can.

Those lies can be turned into light in the first sunset. In the opening sentence "Wan Li's classmate" and the opening sentence "You mean ……", all of them can turn into light and cover the future years without a higher starting point.

Do not disappear.

So be sure, the first sentence will.

"Please stay."

"Please stay for me."

Thin dust, fragmented, mottled.

◎◎◎

When I was not that rich, I lived in a house by the railway. After dinner or when the morning mist just clears, I will take my father's hand and go out for a walk along the railway, and occasionally play the game of "riding a high horse" like father and son. It was a long time ago. Later, this railway often appeared in Wan Li's dream, dreaming that he was running straight ahead, and the sunset showed half his face at the end. The railway was covered with yellow Venus grass, which was held up by the heat wave and flew very high.

There is no dialogue in the dream, and the railway in the dream has no end. More importantly, however, Wan Li couldn't understand why there was no one else in the dream. There should be a father, as it should be, but why not. Only oneself, only emptiness, only endless grass full of Venus.

Until the day when the girl fell from the upstairs.

"I should be ... dead? Is that so? Can't live any longer ... "

Qian Qiu suddenly pulled out the infusion needle and hurried out of the ward. Ran into the corridor, ran out of the hospital, ran across the long gravel road, and the stone pricked the soles of the feet and bled.

"hey ... hey!" Wan Li caught up from behind and stood in front of her, but she ran past.

"hey!" Wan went forward again and still couldn't stop her. "Century! Qian Qiu! ! ! Qian Qiu! ! ! ! ! "Wan Li saw the girl stumble barefoot and fall on the gravel. The ill-fitting hospital gown was covered with dust and blood. Wan Li suddenly became angry. Even though she knew she was hopelessly stupid, she couldn't help being angry. But before he spoke, Qian Qiu said, "What do you want?"

Tears stream down to stay, "what do you want ..."

It's embarrassing. Why are you so humiliated?

Try your best to bluff, pretend, lie, be cowardly and worthless. In fact, I really don't want him to know himself like this. I also want to be an ordinary girl, joking with the person I like, getting to know him bit by bit, and showing sad appearance because of worry. I hope he can become happy because of his strength. But no matter how carefully you prepare the topic, tell boring jokes and try to get along with him, you just make yourself more humiliated.

"Huh?"

One day, you won't refuse others' confession with "I already have someone I like".

"Century, century ..."

"What's the matter?"

I like you.

◎◎◎

A sentence that can begin with "I hope you …".

I hope you don't get lost.

I hope you can learn the undetermined coefficient method.

I hope you can be a good friend.

I hope you won't be bullied again.

I hope you are happy.

I hope you can be strong alone. "Qian Qiu, where is the candidate 13?" "Hey? Not there? " "I don't know." "What's the matter ..." There is a discussion below. "Good good, stop it! I'll go out and check, and you can take the exam here! " The examiner polished it.

Sweating on his bare forehead, he muttered "what bad luck" in a low voice and hurried to the office. The sultry summer sky weighed heavily on the roof, and suddenly thunder sounded. "Fart cutting! Scared to death! " The examiner cursed. In the distance, on the railway, a train threw the girl's body into the sky and drove away happily. Yellow Venus

The grass was lifted by the heat wave and flew high. A huge roar was accompanied by the midsummer light.

Another truth that coexists with the truth that "not everyone can see ghosts" is that "not everyone can become a ghost after death", just as not all likes can go their own way forever after three years.

There is a piece of white paper on the table, and the handwriting on it is yellow in the sunset. There is even the word "yes" ... and then, I will become you "and become extraordinarily warm. The girl's body was thrown on the edge of the railway track, and the heat wave covered it bit by bit like a swallow.

Erase the traces that once existed. I like the blackboard that will be cleaned by the students on duty after 6: 30 every afternoon. Clean as new.

A lonely figure of a teenager stood on the railway track. The shadows of pigeons with different shades are cast in the back, like a gray wall. The happy ending is only the final ending, just because he didn't have time to write it and show it to her. At the end of this scribble, "not all dead people can become ghosts left in the world."

A movie plunged into darkness. Then a set of tables and chairs. A classroom. One summer. Slowly, it all disappeared.

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