I was correcting my homework. In a trance, the homework was already in the end. When I looked up, the office was dark. I didn't know how I had changed my homework. Then I saw a flash of white light. I was still in the office, and a teacher came over. The eyebrow and the eye, just like the face 14 years ago, only heard her say: "Jiang Chen, what are you doing here?"

I was stunned. I opened my mouth but only heard the voice of "Er?". Then I heard her say, "Go back quickly. It's time for class. The next class is Miss Suo's Chinese class."

oh When I went out, everything was so familiar, but it was so strange. That group of Uygur male students were still playing with each other, kicking shuttlecock, while another group of Uygur female students were sitting in the classroom, writing their homework. I know that she is the kind who finishes her homework at school and then goes home to study hard. I also know that they have disappeared from the middle school that started far away. Maybe that's growth.

I went in and came to a position. When I was still wondering if it was my position, I heard a familiar voice saying, "Jiang Chen, what are you doing in my position?"

I looked at him. He used to be a playmate when I was a child. When I was in junior high school, I met him occasionally. After high school, we went on a different road. Now, we haven't met for a long time. Even, strangers may not be able to meet.

I looked at him, I smiled and said, "Don't you read your book? By the way, can you help me put that white chalk on my desk first? I'll go to the toilet first."

He didn't know what I wanted to do, so he took a piece of chalk and put it there. Of course, I didn't really go to the toilet, but when I went out, I took a glance on the way. It turned out that I was there. That's the second row, on the north side. That row is a double table. I'm outside. But there was a little dust on the table. I went to wipe it with a rag and sat down. He turned around and asked me, "Why not?" I blinked my eyes and said, "Next class, here comes the teacher."

Class is coming, Miss Lock is coming. A familiar face, a pair of bright eyes on a somewhat dark face, overflowed with love for students, only to hear her say, "Class."

What was that lesson? I didn't hear it clearly. In that lesson, I seemed to see many illusions. That was me, growing up, I was studying, I was writing homework, I was taking an exam, I was writing papers, I was standing in the penalty, I was laughing, I was crying, I was playing alone

At that moment, I suddenly stood up. It was dark and bright before my eyes. I had arrived at the math class in junior high school. Looking at Mr. Qu, the male teacher whom I have been wearing an inappropriate slanted fringe to pay homage to, he said in class, "You can't study well. It doesn't matter. You will have other careers in the future, but you can't have bad morality. I'd rather you didn't study well than have bad morality. If you don't study well, you will spend more time to make up for it in the future, but if you are not good in morality, it is dangerous, and it is easy to have accidents... "

Suddenly, he saw me and said, "Jiang Chen, just in time, what is the purpose of your study? Don't say it is for the country or anything, think about it, what is the purpose of your study? Or your parents?"

I opened my mouth. What I wanted to say was for myself, but I couldn't say anything. It was dark and bright. It was already high school.

Mr. Liu, it was history class. He waved me to sit down and continued to talk about history. When I was trying to answer what was going on, I looked around and looked at the familiar faces, but now they are everywhere. I don't know when I will meet again. Even if we meet, we don't know how to face it. I lowered my head. Everything was already in the college entrance examination. Looking at the paper, I knew that whether it was right or wrong, it was fate in this life. I put down my pen and lay on the table. When I woke up, it was the time for the League class to end. It seems that I have just experienced the baptism of military training. I am still tired and just woke up.

In a trance like a dream, I looked at all my classmates and wanted to say something with a smile. I heard a familiar voice, "Xiao Jiang..."

I turned my head and looked at the owner of the voice, only to hear her say, "Xiao Jiang, first sign this seat and put it in the meeting room before the third class meeting in the afternoon."

I nodded, followed the roster, and began to make seats.

Jiang Chen wrote it in the early morning of September 19, 2017