Honey, does the name look familiar? Hehe, this is what we talked about that night. You said it, and I remember it. I've always felt that we should leave some memories of this conversation, for us, and for those who were so similar to us in our youth.
Memories cannot be interrupted; time swings back, and we've thrown ourselves back to the winter of 2009.
Chapter One: Smiles bloom amidst the ice and snow, in unforgettable eyes.
If memories are the home we see every day, I hope we can forever cherish those purest and most beautiful years.
The heavy snow sealed off all life. In this ancient crossroads, people were scarce. The former prosperity and liveliness were now incredibly desolate and covered in snow. In the foot-thick snow, people preferred to stay in their warm homes, tending to their stoves. Baili Middle School is located in the very center of this ancient street. At this moment, the heat rising from the three-story brand-new building and covering the windows seems to isolate a completely new world. On the first floor, first-year students are running around in all directions, while second-year students on the second floor are sleeping at their desks, probably having sneaked out to go online last night. In the few classrooms on the third floor, we see a few boys with disheveled beards and hair, their textbooks piled up as high as their heads in front of their desks.
"Ding ding..." The annoying bell outside the classroom rings again. I don't know how many times it has given the wrong time. From all floors, voices, both open and hidden, are cursing this strange clock. If you can't trust the sound, you can only trust the sight. These days, cell phones are already popular. There are still ten minutes left before it's time to go to class. Three boys and five girls, who had just had a snowball fight on the playground, came down from the playground, soaking wet and covered in sores, chatting and laughing. The playground is very high, more than two stories above the school's foundation. It is built on a dilapidated cemetery. Every day, the students run on the ashes of corpses and still talk and laugh.
"Silent words, you're really ruthless. Look at our backs, you dared to pull open our collars and let snow in! Just you wait, this lady will definitely teach you a lesson!" These words came from a girl with a good figure and full lips. Her name was Huo Wu, and she called herself 'He Xiangu,' but everyone thought she was being arrogant and always teased her by calling her 'He Shouwu.' At this moment, she looked at a rather unattractive boy and said, "..." He just smiled silently, a hint of shyness beneath his hairstyle, not arguing. Silent words, like his name, meant he spoke through a small mouthpiece.
"Hey, don't be so mean to your senior brother. Look at his face, he looks like the Mona Lisa with that wig on, haha... You're blind, I saw it clearly, it was 'Tianluosuo' who put it there," said a fair-skinned, sturdy woman with a shrewish air, who called herself a mature woman. Her real name was Wu Xiaoting, and she was nicknamed "Wu Mengda" because she loved to drool and daydream. After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze from Huo Wu to a thin, short boy with a lewd look following behind her.
“‘Wu Mengda,’ can’t your eyes be any different from those of an American satellite? You’re always using remote sensing, look at how you’ve been shaking your Zhou Xingxing!” After saying this, the skinny, sleazy little man pointed at a bespectacled man he described as looking rather haggard. His lecherous eyes kept winking and making faces, as if they held some unknown secret history, which amused the others who came down with him, causing them to burst into unrestrained laughter as they strolled through the innocent white snow.
But his own smile froze when he met Huo Wu's slightly sexy, full lips. He was afraid of those lips, not just because they were sexy, but mainly because they were big. For two people who both relied on their mouths to torment guests, it was like two boxers of different weight classes being unable to compete if one had a bigger mouth than the other. Tian Luosuo shifted his eyes slightly and noticed that on Huo Wu's face, which was flushed with excitement, only a pair of dark eyelashes danced in the wind, while her eyes were constantly enlarging and flashing with sparks. "Ouch, my god," Tian Luosuo mechanically bounced in the foot-deep snow, and a snowflake would always accurately and unpredictably attack his thin, monkey-like body.
Ten minutes is short, senior year of high school is busy, and the occasional stolen moments of leisure are still fresh in memory. The group of eight, with the last two minutes, returned to classroom 304 with smiles of joy and hesitation as they saw the teaching building. The classroom was already sticky with sweat, and the air was filled with the bittersweet pain brought by the long-standing countdown to the college entrance examination.
Chapter Two: Memories of Warmth and Sleep.
A strangely balding man appeared on the podium. His unchanging feature was a kind face masking a snobbish heart. "Students," he said, "after twelve years of gestation, we are finally about to give birth to four unique children: Joy, Sorrow, and Desire. Do you all have 'love' with your 'wives' every day?" A pause followed... A sinister gaze swept across the room, but no one looked up. "It all depends on how you feel as a father then. Finally," his voice amplified, "your beloved 'unknown baby' might just experience a miracle of growing up to be stunning." The "oh" was drawn out, and everyone seemed silent. However, in the corner, a fat guy named "Fatty Intestine" cursed inwardly. "What the hell is this time travel nonsense? Time is my wife, and grades are its father. I'll watch them grow up to be stunning... Damn... What does this even mean?" After smoothing out his confusion, Fatty Intestine picked up a pen and seemed to understand a little. His large, millstone-sized buttocks began to groan with each swing of his slouching chair.
"Alright, turn to Du Fu Thatched Cottage in your books," the eerie man said, turning around and mocking the chalk dust on the frosted blackboard. A flurry of tense flipping of pages followed behind him. "Words are silent. Get up and recite the first paragraph. Qin Si will follow." After saying this, the eerie man began to wander around the class of over thirty people, a clump of black booger always stuck to his constantly twitching fingers.
A long-haired man in a turtleneck sweater stood up. A quiet-looking girl sitting in the second-to-last row behind him looked at him nervously, her face flushed, her fingernails digging into her palms until they turned white.
A passage of classical Chinese text dressed in modern clothes, spoken by the small, delicate-looking girl, seemed to play a melodious tune in the air. The class quieted down, a sense of enjoyment growing wildly. When it ended, applause silently approved. However, there was a long silence afterward. The students began to focus their attention on Qin Si, who was staring at him with infatuated eyes. Her seatmate, the rough-around-the-edges girl named 'Wu Mengda,' quickly gave her a flick on the forehead. "Spring girl, snap out of it! It's winter, let's not be thinking about spring anymore, okay?" Qin Si's frozen gentleness turned into panic. More than sixty eyes were focused on her, having caught the shy secret in her heart.
The quiet, elegant aura she once exuded was gone. Qin Si, like a ripe peach, stood up abruptly. The ever-so-kind homeroom teacher leaned against the door, pondering why his wife was being so affectionate with him today. Otherwise, a tale of love within the class might have prevented future mistakes and entanglements, avoiding premature disaster.
The teacher remained motionless, his eyes smiling, his skin perfectly still. Qin Si recited her poem with gentle grace and delicate charm. The person sitting in front of him silently shook their head, feeling a sense of 'worship'. "She recited it before me," a hint of surprise flickered at the corner of her lips, quickly freezing, cracking, and melting in the otherwise unappreciative air.
Wu Mengda's eyes flashed with lightning as he looked at Hua Wuyan, his thick eyebrows exuding a domineering aura. Wuyan felt a surge of anger pierce his back, a burning sensation spreading from a single point throughout his body, subtle yet intensely painful. Fortunately, he was more calm than hot-tempered, and his body was gradually accumulating a considerable amount of cold energy, which he then unleashed with a satisfying burst of heat.
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