Meng Fei felt that he had a distant dream, and only the incandescent lamps with white lights scattered over his head and the unfamiliar walls around him brought him back to reality.
"Wake up." The crowd around relaxed.
Meng Fei lowered his eyes in a daze. A middle-aged man with a middle point was looking at him anxiously. Seeing Meng Fei's eyes focused on him, the middle-aged man asked with concern, "How is it?"
"Are you Mr. Sun?" Meng Fei found himself trembling. It was Mr. Sun Zhijun who impressed Meng Fei the most from childhood to adulthood, but his appearance didn't seem to change much from ten years ago.
Meng Fei looked around in disbelief. Just now, he woke up without knowing who was calling. At this time, many people gathered around him. Looking at these strange faces, Meng Fei seemed to have familiar faces. Meng Fei tried to lengthen his memory line.
In addition to the teachers, they are all his classmates. The young faces have not yet completely faded away, which makes Meng Fei suspect that he is dreaming for several times. He tries to open his eyes and pinches himself hard, which makes Meng Fei see clearly.
I'm not dreaming. I'm looking at familiar faces from more than ten years ago. Wang Pangzi, a close friend, has a white and red face at this time, which is totally different from the greasy middle-aged uncle with a beard more than ten years later.
"Meng Fei, did the teacher ask if you were better?" A girl with the same childish face asked softly.
"Little girl." Meng Fei looked at the thin figure in front of him and tried hard to sit up, but he moved a little, and his whole body was sore, especially his head, which seemed to be dazed for countless times.
"Much better. Thank you, Mr. Sun, and the students for your concern."
"Well, you should have a good rest. Hey, students, don't surround Meng Fei. After the college entrance examination, we also have to rush back to Yuxi Town. The teacher will arrange the car. You should tidy up. Xiaoya, you are careful, take care of Meng Fei. You can help tidy up your study and living supplies Yalian."
"Ouch..." Hearing the teacher's arrangement for Xiaoya to take care of Meng Fei, a group of male students howled with envy. Fat Wang was even more shameless, holding the white wall with one hand, touching his head with the other, and said with a sickly face
"Teacher, I feel dizzy too. I need Yalian to take care of me."
"Cut..." The people sneered for a while, while Yalian blushed and was at a loss.
"Go away!" Teacher Sun kicked Fatty Wang out of the room with his legs stretched out.
It was not until the students left one after another that Xiaoya dared to approach Meng Fei. She looked anxiously at the back of Meng Fei's head and found that it was just a swelling of a package, and then she patted her chest with fear:
"If you have any accident, I don't know what to do..." While talking, his eyes were tearful, and his voice was very similar to the attitude of an old husband and wife who had been married for a long time.
This is a kind of ignorant and firm love. Meng Fei can only comment on it in this way. At this time, love is simple and pure. Once you know what you belong to, you always hold the attitude of being together for a lifetime. Therefore, you can't help learning the attitude of adults.
Meng Fei reached out his hands and took Xiaoya's face, trying to wipe away the tears from her eyes. Unexpectedly, this action startled Xiaoya. She jumped to the side quickly and said shyly: "The door, the door, the door... is not good for people to see."
Meng Feicai suddenly remembered that the love between Xiao Ya and Meng Fei was pure like crystal until they broke up. No wonder Xiaoya was shocked by Meng Fei's intimacy.
"Xiaoya, don't worry, they are all alumni and know how to start, so I have no idea except that I'm a little dizzy. I can go back with you after a break."
In Meng Fei's memory, this matter seems to have been forgotten. After the college entrance examination, he was beaten inexplicably. At that time, he did not know who hit him. That is, when he returned to school to volunteer, he knew that he was from the next class. The reason is really funny. Because of a girl's relationship, that girl has a good relationship with himself, And his boyfriend thought he was stealing his girlfriend.
The man's name Meng Fei has long forgotten. He is a very ordinary guy and usually doesn't show his reputation. When Meng Fei knew the truth, he was very curious about where the coward had the courage to beat his own bludgeon. He was also a school bully anyway.
"Are you really all right?" Xiaoya's big eyes flickered with distrust, and it was not until Meng Fei stood up and turned around and confirmed that he was OK that he was completely relieved.
The purity of love in this era is entirely due to the simplicity of people, especially in the small mountain village of Yuxi Town, which is separated from the hustle and bustle of the city. Therefore, Meng Fei convinced Xiaoya with a few words.
"The college entrance examination is over. The students plan to visit each other during the nearly three months' holiday. Can you join us?" Xiaoya said later, her language seemed a little pleading.
First lovers always want to get tired of being together. Meng Fei vaguely remembers that he planned to take a summer job for three months to ease the family's financial pressure. At that time, his father borrowed all the tuition and fees for college.
But this plan didn't come true. Because of the beauty of first love and his reluctance to leave Xiaoya, Meng Fei remembered that this holiday was all about going back and forth from door to door. Today he went to eat at this classmate's house, and tomorrow he went to play at which classmate's house.
I may feel that I will be separated in the future. Because I don't want to give up, we can get together.
Meng Fei's love with Xiao Ya began before the college entrance examination and ended before the college entrance examination. Meng Fei remembered that when they broke up, they were thousands of miles away from each other. Xiaoya had the simplicity of rural people, but also the strength of rural people. Meng Fei remembers that Xiaoya was very calm when she broke up, but what Meng Fei knew was that after a few months, she received a letter from Xiaoya. The fragrant letter paper was full of her reluctance. There were several vague marks on the letter paper. Meng Fei clearly knew that Xiaoya cried while writing.
First love makes people grow up, and it also makes people unforgettable. No matter how reluctant Xiaoya is, and how much Meng Fei wants to stay, he still broke up in the end, leaving only beautiful and painful memories.
The sentence in Xiaoya's letter still impressed Meng Fei.
"I used to think that our love, like the seals carved in each other's hearts, would never fade. Unexpectedly, in just three months, it was like running water..."
It is said that men can't forget their first love and go back to the past in a trance. At this time, Xiaoya is in front of them, and they will face Xiaoya again with the present attitude. Meng Fei finds that first love is only suitable for memory, not for retrieval.
What I miss is just that feeling. Now Xiaoya is standing in front of me. Meng Fei has the ability to save Xiaoya, but he doesn't have that feeling. Today's Xiaoya is more like his sister. Rather than the object of love.
"Xiaoya, I'm really sorry. You also know my family's situation. I hope that through the three-month holiday, I can reduce the family's financial burden. It's us who go to school, and our parents who are tired. Although I don't know whether I can pass the exam, if I do, the college tuition will be a problem for my family."
"Isn't it rare to see each other in the future?"
The main culprits of Meng Fei's love breakup with Xiao Ya are distance and time. A thousand miles of lovesickness can only happen for a short time, but not for a long time.
"Yes." Meng Fei shrugged helplessly.
"Then will you forget me?" Xiaoya suddenly asked anxiously, which made Meng Fei at a loss.
Distance and time can dilute any feelings in the world. But he won't forget, just like Meng Fei remembered his first love more than ten years later.
"Of course not." Meng Fei can only answer like this, and as for the other meanings in Xiaoya's words, Meng Fei can only ignore them.
"That's about the same." Xiaoya got a satisfactory answer, beaming, but a moment later, she changed her reluctant look.
"Well, don't be sad. I will go out after filling in the volunteer form."
Hearing this, Xiaoya raised her eyebrows and said happily, "It will take us a week to fill in the application. That's not the way we can meet for another week."
Xiaoya's home is only half an hour's walk from Meng Fei's home, and it is estimated that it will take about ten minutes to ride a bicycle. It is still possible to meet once a day.
"Then we'll see each other every day?" Meng Fei wanted to slap himself hard after saying that. He knew he had to leave, so why should he stay together.
Sure enough, Xiaoya was much happier when she heard Meng Fei's words. She smiled like a child and said:
"A man keeps his word and pulls the hook." Then he puts out his little finger.
In this way of commitment, Meng Fei only talked with his son in his memory, saying that the person in love is an idiot and does not adulterate at all. If it is not for the passage of the soul, Meng Fei's performance should be more retarded than Xiaoya's.
Pull hook, seal. Commitments come into force.
Xiaoya got a satisfactory result and said, "You have a good rest. I'll go and see how Xiaoya is doing. Miss Sun said that she would start at five o'clock, and now it's only an hour away."
Counting in the time, from the teacher to the students, Xiaoya has stayed in Meng Fei's room for half an hour, and then stayed there, afraid of rumors flying everywhere. In this era, it is a big event for students to fall in love, not to mention being alone in a room.
At the door, Xiaoya suddenly turned around and said, "Oh, I forgot to ask you, when and where do we meet every day?"
Meng Fei and Xiaoya's family was not rich. Neither of them had a telephone. If they wanted to make a phone call, they had to go to the next door. So Meng Fei magically wrote down the phone number of the next door for nearly 20 years. Moreover, both the QQ password and the WX password were the phone numbers of the people next door.
"When do you think it is appropriate?" Meng Fei did not remember how he arranged his time ten years ago. It only depends on Xiaoya's time.
Rong Xiaoya thought about it carefully and said, "I have to go up the mountain to cut firewood in the morning, but I can only come back after lunch. My mother is not healthy, so I have to help her cook at noon, and I have to pick pig grass at three o'clock in the afternoon to feed pigs in the evening. It's only at night, no, it's too dangerous at night..."
Meng Fei is sad to hear that Rong Xiaoya is thin and seems to have some malnutrition. Her father works in other places and her brother is in college. Now only her and her laborious mother are left at home.
Meng Fei vaguely remembers that Xiaoya's mother died of cancer because of overwork. It seems that she will be diagnosed with terminal cancer next year, which makes the poor family worse. After two years of treatment, she still left the world.
