Waking up from a dream
Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School, Grade 2, Class 9.
The whole classroom was silent, with only the rustling sound of pens sliding across paper.
In this eerily quiet space, Jiang Qing could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat getting louder and heavier.
Just when she was about to be suffocated by this heavy pressure, it was like the hazy membrane of a deaf person was suddenly punctured, and the sound outside exploded, spreading from the sky to the earth and reaching the bottom of her heart.
Jiang Qing shuddered at the sound, and her soul was forcibly pulled back into her body.
When she suddenly opened her eyes, she saw Lao Zhang's enlarged face right in front of her.
She took a breath and subconsciously lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.
Although she hadn't seen this face for many years, her physical fear of the teacher made her hide in her shell.
Zhang Kuo nodded with satisfaction and withdrew his hand from tapping the table. His authority could not be challenged. He turned around and continued patrolling in a good mood.
Hearing the sound of Zhang Kuo's footsteps slowly walking away, Jiang Qing raised her head with lingering fear.
The scene before me is both strange and familiar.
Snow-white walls, dark green blackboard, a raised podium, and a rotating clock hanging in front of the side instead of an electronic watch.
How could this be? Isn’t this her high school classroom?
And why is Old Zhang here?
Looking around, there are familiar and unfamiliar people everywhere... Classmates who I haven't seen for many years have appeared.
She couldn't help but wonder, could it be that she had worked until six in the morning for two days in a row and didn't get enough sleep during the day, so she fell asleep while playing games?
Even when she was asleep and in a dream, she could remember the face of the classmate she was about to forget clearly. She didn't even know that she loved so deeply.
But why did it happen at this moment, when the other person was answering the question, why did she suddenly fall asleep without even seeing clearly?!
Jiang Qing suddenly turned her head, her eyes swept across, then fixed, staring fiercely at the person with a clear outline who was almost forgotten by her.
When he was young, Lin Nanyan was wearing a clean white school uniform, with his back straight. He sat there like a breeze in the summer, cool and refreshing.
As if he had noticed something, the boy looked up and met the girl's gaze, which was quietly red for some reason but staring at him stubbornly. His calm appearance shattered in an instant.
The red mark at the corner of the girl's eye disappeared quickly in the blink of an eye, so fast that it seemed like an illusion to him.
But it wasn't an illusion, he knew.
Lin Nanyan's eyes rarely showed a trace of confusion. He thought uncertainly, at this time and in this situation... Could it be that the questions were too difficult and he was crying?
There was no time to calibrate his answer. Seeing the patrol officer standing on the podium and about to turn around and scan the entire audience, he quickly gave Jiang Qing a wink.
His eyes were almost twitching, but the girl was still looking at him with a silly face. Lin Nanyan was very helpless, didn't he see Zhang Kuo's death gaze?
Jiang Qing was so angry that she didn't realize it yet and she noticed Lin Nanyan's gesture. Although she didn't understand, she still glanced in the direction of his eyes. As soon as she saw him, she was frightened by Zhang Kuo's gloomy face.
Bend down, lower your head, and do it all in one go.
Only after Zhang Kuo's gaze, which had obviously lingered for too long, moved away did Jiang Qing quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
That’s not right, she thought again, this is her dream, why should she be afraid of Lao Zhang?
It's her dream, she decides.
Jiang Qing straightened her chest and looked straight at Zhang Kuo. When Zhang Kuo was about to glance over at her, she quietly and quickly lowered her head.
Forget it, respect the old and love the young. She is respecting the elderly, not being a coward.
Jiang Qing consoled herself by thinking that she was not afraid of Lao Zhang.
However, when she lowered her head, the test paper that she had ignored several times finally caught Jiang Qing's eye.
It is true that after so many years of graduation, I never thought that there would be a day when I would have monthly exams again.
Jiang Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at the test paper in front of her. In big black words were written on the paper: "Fifth Monthly Exam of 2015".
2015? Monthly exam?
Could she really be such a student? Jiang Qing wondered with self-doubt.
I turned the paper over and over again, and saw that most of the answers were filled with dense symbols, but the proof question in the middle and the derivative question at the back of the paper were left blank.
Derivative question... uh...
Even after many years of graduation, she still retained that damn memory very clearly.
The derivative defeats her!
This is not something she can do just because she wants to. Giving up, giving up, this is called a strategic retreat.
As for the proof question in the middle, she turned it over.
Please prove: AE//FG
untie:......
I'm sorry, after so many years, I have already returned all the high school knowledge to the physical education teacher.
Jiang Qing wrote with a flourish.
Solution: Copy all the known conditions, and then add a few vertical and parallel relationships in the middle based on your feeling. Because of this, so that, and because of this, so that. After it became so complicated that she herself couldn't figure out what she was writing, she finally came to the ultimate conclusion.
So, AE//FG.
Looking at the full papers in front of her, Jiang Qing felt very relieved. If the teacher had a bad eye when marking so many papers, maybe he would give her some marks.
At least, she gave the proof question the respect it deserves, and her attitude is clear.
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Jiang Qing looked around.
Ye Meiyan, sitting with her back straight, was thinking with her head down. Wang Huaqiang, whose hair was a little frizzy, took the opportunity to secretly put something into his mouth. Lin Nanyan, with a calm expression, was checking the test paper over and over again. Even Song Shuang, who was struggling to answer the multiple-choice questions, was writing furiously, immersed in the exam.
Everyone was working hard, but she was the only one who didn't fit in.
She thought it was normal for the dreamer to be out of place.
Jiang Qing's eyes moved aimlessly to the sunlight outside the window.
Dust particles rise and fall in the light, moving irregularly and slowly.
Following the refracted light, the light climbed up Lin Nanyan's cheek from his chin. Half of his face was shining in the sun, and the other half was silent in the shadow, like a landscape painting that was artificially divided, with brilliance and silence complementing each other.
Time seems to be unsealed.
Lin Nanyan, who was checking the test paper carefully, raised his eyebrows slightly and felt the burning gaze again. He raised his head and saw Jiang Qing's restless head still drifting busily from side to side.
He couldn't help but wonder why Jiang Jiang was so restless today, a bit like a grumpy cat or dog that felt insecure in an unfamiliar environment.
The next second after Lin Nanyan looked up, Jiang Qing secretly glared at the boy. She sat upright, feeling very annoyed.
Seeing that Lin Dagou’s face can be so expressive, I really admire myself. This occupational disease is not acceptable.
In my impression, Lin Nanyan was simple and honest in high school. He was the most ordinary and common high school student. At most, he was better-educated than the average boy, easier to talk to, and not so annoying.
The scene just now is really suitable to be framed in a photo, or placed in an exhibition hall, as a work of art to show the vigorous vitality overflowing from the picture.
Thinking of this, she suddenly wondered why Lin Nanyan in her dream was so different. Like a magnifying glass, his originally blurry and ordinary face in high school suddenly became clear and bright.
Why are memories and dreams so different?
The dream was so clear that even the dust particles floating in the air were clearly visible, and the faint breathing sounds around were very real.
More importantly, would she really "fall asleep" at that critical moment?
The strange feeling that had been weighing on my heart since I woke up finally surfaced.
Jiang Qing has a skill. As long as she realizes that she is traveling in a dream, she can then use her subconscious mind to control the direction of the dream.
No matter whether she remembered or forgot after waking up, she had been intoxicated and delighted by those vivid little stories.
Whenever she recalls it, she feels that the dream is very beautiful, a wonderful experience, a wonderful journey.
This time, it should also be a beautiful story.
Jiang Qing closed her eyes and silently said, "Go home."
If she opens her eyes and the scene switches to her home, it means it was just a dream.
Jiang Qing counted down in her heart, "3, 2,——".
There was a saying circulating on the Internet.
When people are confused, they toss a coin. As the coin rises high, the person who tosses the coin will also know the answer he wants in his heart. There is no need to look at the result of the coin, just follow the direction in your heart.
Jiang Qing naively believed this and tried to flip a coin in a dilemma.
But the coin only takes a moment to rise and fall.
In that brief second, she didn't even have time to think about anything. Time passed quickly and she could only wait for the judgment of fate.
Blankness is a moment, uneasiness is a moment, and all emotions are fleeting. Sometimes you can't even realize what your complex and subtle emotions are at the moment the coin is tossed. In the end, it can only be simply attributed to uneasiness, expectation, or even nothingness.
“——1”.
Jiang Qing opened her eyes suddenly. She didn't know what result she was expecting or what result she was disappointed about.
The moment I opened my eyes, it was still the same classroom and the same classmates.
Reality and fantasy overlapped, and Jiang Qing even felt a sense of unreality and absurdity. She was in this situation, wondering if this was a dream, or if the solid past few years had been a dream, and now she was waking up from a long dream?
She can only glimpse the truth in the gaps of time.
And now, Jiang Qing stared at Lin Nanyan, just thinking vaguely:
It turns out that Lin Nanyan was like this in high school.
It turned out that her memory had long been distorted.
It turned out that all her resentment was meaningless.
So, what exactly is real?
And there was the game that was ultimately unfinished, and the words that she didn't see clearly.
What is behind the word [right]?
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