When He Smiles - Chapter 5

Meng Shengnan felt his heartbeat for the first time.

He has a messy haircut, he looks awake, and he is lazy even to say the three words “help me”. Because she lowered her head, she could see his frowning brow clearly through the light in the classroom, and she was a little impatient. But he didn’t speak again, just asked with his eyes.

Meng Shengnan nodded slowly in that eyes.

The two of them entered the classroom, holding one side of the trash can. Turning his head when he was separated, she saw him walking towards the girl in the second-to-last row, who had already prepared an empty seat next to the girl and smiled. There was a sensation in the classroom, and the math teacher coughed a few times and became quiet again.

As soon as Meng Shengnan sat down, Nie Jing lowered her head and lowered her voice.

“Do you know that boy just now?”

Meng Shengnan shook his head.

Nie Jing looked at Meng Shengnan several times, then lowered her head again. After a while, the math teacher began to teach after-class problems, and the late self-study gradually passed halfway. There was some restlessness in the classroom, and the teacher just reached the last question, and suddenly stopped, his eyes a little serious.

“That student—”

He raised his fingers to the back, and almost everyone turned their heads.

The girl sat very close to the boy, with one hand still holding the boy’s arm, and whispered to the boy with her head to her side. The boy leaned on the back table lazily, carelessly. The right hand rested idly on the table, with the index finger bent, and lightly buckled on the table. Hearing the teacher’s voice, the girl immediately sat upright and lowered her head. The boy didn’t seem to react, he didn’t even lift his eyelids.

“Just talk about you, stand up.”

The girl raised her head slightly and hit the guy with her arm lightly. The boy then slowly raised his eyes and glanced forward, and slowly stood up, arrogant. Meng Shengnan looked back when he stood up, and turned his head for the first time since entering the classroom.

“Tell me what to do next with this question?”

“I don’t know.” The voice was lazy.

“pardon?”

He chuckled lightly, “Teacher, I really don’t know.”

That’s the first time Meng Shengnan has seen each other.

Nie Jing leaned close to her and said in a low voice, “He is a classmate of my high school (1○) class, and the teacher can’t control him.”

“What’s your name?” The teacher’s voice suppressed his anger.

The boys didn’t even bother to open their mouths this time. The male teacher in his fifties is probably the first time he has seen such a stubborn student. He is simply an unlearned hooligan who can’t even hold his chest. ups and downs.

“The monitor stand up.” The teacher snapped, “What’s his name?”

“Teacher, he is not in our class.”

“No?”

“Yeah.” The monitor was affirmed and pushed his glasses.

The teacher’s eyes fell back to the boy again, “Which class are you from?”

The boy stood with his hands in his pockets and didn’t answer the conversation.

“Which class are you from?”

The girl next to him could not sit still, and slowly stood up, with a delicate voice: “Teacher—”

“What do you want to say?”

“He is my classmate, come find me.”

“Does the classroom allow outsiders to enter casually?”

“Sorry teacher, not next time.”

“That’s not going out yet?”

As soon as the teacher uttered the word ‘no’, the boy had already left his seat and walked out like an uncle. Within a few seconds, no one was seen. Meng Shengnan was dumbfounded a long time ago, and Xue Lin exaggerated “Wow”. The turmoil of late self-study did not dissipate as the math teacher left angrily, but worsened. Until school is over, the topic level still only increases, and the girls in the back row are noisy.

“Li Yan, your boyfriend is so handsome.”

“He is Chi Zheng, it was really eye-opening just now.”

“…”

Meng Shengnan packed his schoolbags and ran away.

Xue Lin sighed: “If I had such a man’s boyfriend, I won’t have any regrets in this life.” After finishing speaking, he sighed vigorously, and suddenly changed her voice: “Meng Shengnan, why are you so active tonight?”

Meng Shengnan stopped: “Well, what’s the matter?”

“Why are you so calm?”

“what?”

“Chi Zheng.”

“Who?”

“My God, don’t you know?”

Meng Shengnan really didn’t know that he was Chi Zheng. Recalling vaguely in my impression, it seems that there were several times when schools raised the flag to report criticisms. There was indeed one person who reported more frequently than the winning rate.

“Why are you so excited?” Meng Shengnan asked her.

Xue Lin smiled embarrassedly: “Who doesn’t like good-looking and cool boys?”

“He has a girlfriend.”

Xue Lin laughed again, and whispered: “He has a girlfriend for no more than three months at most. If you don’t believe me, watch it.”

Nie Jing interrupted: “It has something to do with you?”

Xue Lin: “…”

Meng Shengnan was not interested in these topics and hurried home again. When leaving the classroom, looking back at Li Yan who was surrounded by a group of girls, the girl smiled sweetly and blushed. Also, who doesn’t like such a good-looking and cool boy.

As for three months–

On the central street drenched with fragrant lights, she walked back on her bicycle with the chain off. It’s always common to experience nights like this. There will be many boys and girls passing by. You smile and I smile.

That’s what it should be in youth.

Behind him was another wave of laughter and cursing from far to near. Before Meng Shengnan took the next step, he was frozen. There was a girl’s coquettish voice, and the boy laughed low. Then a group of boys booed.

“Chi Zheng, look at them!”

The boy carried the girl and laughed: “They are just like that, you don’t know.”

“Huh.” The girl sat in the back seat, tilting her head to one side in a pretending anger.

“Don’t Li Yan.” A boy joked.

A group of boys began to laugh again, and one of them yelled directly: “Chi Zheng, I heard that you are so popular in Li Yan’s class tonight. Tell everyone about Lele!”

“That’s right, be lenient in frankness and strict in resistance.”

“Li Yan is not shy, right?”

The girl lowered her head and hugged the boy’s waist without speaking.

The boy who was hugged raised his voice and smiled, “It’s almost done.”

At that time, Meng Shengnan was passing the crossroads. The group of people, including the boys who were still in their class with the teacher an hour ago, rode past her with joy and youth, like the wind. She is like a circle of small ladder-shaped golden chrysanthemums placed in the center of the cross. She has long lost its original taste and is lonely in this night.

It’s like today’s singing banquet, and the pasque-flower enters the juvenile court.

The poem that Bai Juyi wrote Fu Baiju more than a thousand years ago did not correspond to the scene of tonight. The boy drove the girl along the central street after self-study this evening, and she accidentally ran into it. On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month that day, it was the Double Ninth Festival.

It’s been some distance, and I heard someone shouting from a long distance: “Hey, I said next month’s Warcraft game…?”

The street gradually became deserted.

When he got home, Meng Shengnan was very strange, always feeling that he could not get out of her breath.

On QQ, Jiang Lang sent a line of messages: What is it for Xiao Meng?

Meng Shengnan: Nothing.

Jiang Lang is exhausted: Talk to Zhou Ningzhi two days ago. Guess what the **** did?

Meng Shengnan: I don’t know.

Jiang Lang’s talent is exhausted: Go to No. 675 to review the manuscript! ! !

Meng Shengnan: Huh?

Jiang Lang is exhausted: horrified, right? ? ? He has won the first prize of the new concept three times. The judges and teachers are closer to him than his son, and specifically asked him to help review the manuscript. Hey, but this is a good thing, we can go through the back door hahaha…

At this time, Meng Shengnan seemed to be a little sober.

Jiang Lang is exhausted: How much have you written now?

Meng Shengnan: ○ words.

Jiang Lang is exhausted: Damn it, it’s true?

Meng Shengnan: Really.

Jiang Lang is exhausted: Be good, touch your head.

After the two chatted for a while, Jiang Lang encouraged her not to write in a hurry. If you don’t have any inspiration, you have to find some inspiration for yourself. Before going to bed, Meng Shengnan turned off the computer and lay on the bed, confused, and didn’t know when he fell asleep.

Inspiration is still looking for day by day, and the days are slowly passing by day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it was early November.

The mock test mentioned by the teacher, Mr. Shi, also came soon.

The day before in the afternoon, Meng Shengnan was reviewing Chinese, silently carrying Tan Sitong’s “I smile to the sky with my sword, and go and save the two Kunluns.” Xue Lin came up and asked, “Will you take this exam for silent writing?”

“do not know.”

“Why am I a little nervous now Meng Shengnan.”

“Are you nervous?”

“what.”

Before Meng Shengnan spoke, Fu Song faintly spoke: “Biologically speaking, the nervous system is caused by the delay of the secretory system and the nervous system cannot provide information in time. To put it simply, it is,” he paused for a second and said: “You didn’t have anything in your mind.”

Xue Lin: “…”

Meng Shengnan: “…”

The exam is based on the ranking of the credit class. In the last class of the day, Lao Shi came over and took a stack of admission tickets for the school committee to issue. Nie Jing looked at her examination room: “Which are you?”

Meng Shengnan said: “The ninth examination room.”

Nie Jing said ‘oh’, “I’m on fourteen, hey, which class is ninth?”

Meng Shengnan shook his head. Nie Jing turned around again and asked Fu Song at the same table with her. Fu Song was definitely the first examination room. He was at the same table as Nie Jing in the same examination room. Nie Jing was excited and asked about the seat number.

The classroom is not quiet, people who read books, chat and chat.

School was over after the third class, Qi Qiao came over and went to the examination room with her. The girl kept twittering, saying that Song Jiashu had promised her to go to Wuzhen after the exam, and then asked her: “How are you preparing for the preliminary contest?”

Meng Shengnan no longer knows how many times he answered—no idea, ○ words, no inspiration.

Qi Qiao knocked her head.

“Why don’t you go to Wuzhen with us, it will be there in less than an hour anyway.”

Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: “Why am I going to be a light bulb?”

“Yes you can.”

“Fuck you.”

Qi Qiao smiled, suddenly, “Hey? He said, “Isn’t that your exam room?”

They have already walked downstairs to the science department, and students are all looking for an examination room nearby. Meng Shengnan raised his eyes to look over, and was stunned for a moment. On the big sign hanging outside the wall at the entrance of the classroom, the black lettering (1○) is sonorous and vigorous. She moved her gaze to the door, pasted a large piece of white paper, and said-the ninth examination room.

She breathed out slowly.

Qi Qiao said: “My examination room is in our class. You will wait for me to go with you when you finish the exam for political history the day after tomorrow.”

“understood.”

Back home, the ceremony had just walked out of the back room, still wearing an apron.

“Come back so early?”

“Well, take an exam tomorrow.”

“Put down your schoolbag. Aunt Kang just called over. You have a look.”

“What are you doing?”

Aunt Kang’s yard next door was filled with boxes the size of Yinqiao yogurt, and fruits and vegetables were separated. Aunt Kang gave a box to all the acquaintances in the alley. When Meng Shengnan passed by, Aunt Kang was already busy and sweating profusely.

“Sheng Nan, come and hold this box to your house.”

“Aunt Kang, what’s all this?”

“Your brother Kang sent it back, and all 22 people have done these things.”

“Sent back from school?”

“Isn’t it? You said that Beijing is so far from Jiangcheng, and the postage is not known!”

Meng Shengnan was full of emotions, holding a box of vegetables and greeted Aunt Kang and returned home. The ceremony was busy in the kitchen, and when he saw Meng Shengnan coming in with a large box, he was shocked, “What is this?”

“Kang Kai sent it back from the school.”

At the ceremony, “Hey, how does this kid send vegetables?”

“More than 20 boxes per room.”

The ceremony was shocked: “Beijing sent it back?”

Meng Shengnan put the box on the kitchen floor, washed his hands in the sink, and said ‘um’. Hearing the ceremony said: “Kang Kai is sensible, he is five or six years older than you, he went to Peking University at the age of seventeen, and I don’t know if he has a girlfriend.”

After washing his hands, Meng Shengnan quickly slipped out while the ceremony was still pondering.

Although it was early November, it was not cold because it had not passed the winter solstice. Meng Shengnan got up early the next day and put on a sweater. I reviewed the Chinese at home and memorized the words for a while, because it was the eight o’clock exam, she went late.

When I entered the Li (1○) class, I was a little nervous. The invigilator was already in the classroom, and she bowed her head to find a seat-number 19. Go back from the first group of aisles, the S-shaped arrangement goes down, which is the position next to the window in the last row of the first group.

The preparation bell rang, and the invigilator had opened the test paper and took a look at it.

“No books are allowed in the drawer. Once discovered, they will be treated as cheating.” The voice was serious.

At that time, the students in each class would clean up before the exam, so it should be very clean. Meng Shengnan didn’t care and glanced at the drawer casually.

Ooh

It was a mess, a mess of books, and school uniforms stuffed in it.

The teacher had already started to hand out the test papers, and she hurriedly began to pack them together, and walked to the place where the schoolbags were put on the side of the podium. The books are heavy, and there is a burst of smoke-smelling school uniforms, which makes Meng Shengnan a little struggling. After finally stacking up, just about to turn around, the school uniform slid off the pile of books. Meng Shengnan glanced at the teacher and hurriedly lowered his head to pick it up. An ID card fell out of his clothes.

On January 1, 1987, Chi Zheng.

Meng Shengnan took a sharp breath and moved his gaze to the photo of the boy. It should have been some time to look at this picture. It seems a little different from the usual laziness. The person above looks very energetic, like a sunny boy, full of vigor and piercing eyes. The hair is very short and a bit immature.

She didn’t have time to think about it. She stuffed her ID back, stuffed her clothes into the bottom of the stack of books, and made sure it couldn’t fall before returning to her seat-no, it should be his seat.

After two and a half hours of the Chinese test, Meng Shengnan had ten minutes left after finishing the composition, and he was thinking about it. But I didn’t think about anything, just a little literary art–for example, fate is really amazing. This idea continued until the English test in the afternoon was verified again. At that time, Meng Shengnan was painting the answer sheet.

There are ten minutes before the end of the exam time.

She answered slowly, and when she applied the 60th E, her stomach started to hurt. I didn’t care at first, but it hurts more and more. When she finally finished painting, she was already lying on the table in pain, sweating while covering her belly with one hand. The invigilator came to collect the test papers and didn’t realize anything. He thought that the student was taking a break when he was tired. After receiving the test papers and checking the number of people, he left. Soon, the students in the classroom left intermittently.

The entire classroom was empty.

Meng Shengnan lay there weakened and wanted to wait for the energy to pass. Because the whole head was tilted on the elbow, the table was very close. It was close enough to smell the faint smell of tobacco, not strong, and the residual masculine smell in the school uniform.

She was concentrating on her thoughts, and then a low, inattentive voice came from her ear.

“Classmates.”