Chapter 439: Lin Jingzhe (End of the story)
“Ding-ling-ling——”
"The exam will begin soon. Please enter the exam room and take your seats immediately."
"It's time, come in and sit down."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jingzhe was pushed from behind.
The force was not great, but he felt dizzy and lost his balance for a moment. He staggered two steps and fell to the ground.
"What's wrong? Are you still dizzy?" A familiar female voice sounded in his ears. At the same time, a pair of rough and powerful hands passed through his armpits and lifted him up to sit on her thighs.
The hands wrapped around his shoulders, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. Thick calluses grew on the palms of her broad hands, bringing a familiar and warm itch. Lin Jingzhe subconsciously squinted his eyes and leaned towards her.
Then a bottle of sweet drink was handed to his lips, and she said, "Come, take a sip and relax."
Lin Jingzhe's stomach churned, and he wanted to vomit when he smelled the smell. He frowned and turned his head away.
"Alas," the voice continued, "your brother gets carsick, and you get carsick too."
My brother gets carsick, does Lin Jingchun get carsick? It seems he has, just like me, he vomits every time he rides in a car. But during those years in high school in the county, he managed to cure his carsickness by riding the shaky buses.
But now... Lin Jingzhe lowered his head, barely opened his eyes a crack, and then saw a pair of black and skinny hands.
Is this your own hand?
Lin Jingzhe was startled and looked up. There were old-fashioned green-glass and wooden windows, one-piece wooden desks and chairs that were uncomfortable to sit on, and a super reflective blackboard that was quite modern.
Two lines of neat characters were written on the blackboard:
The 3rd Fantasy Cup Essay Competition for Primary and Secondary School Students.
Examination time: 9:00-11:00 am. Looking around, those little kids of different heights running around in the classroom looking for seats are actually a group of primary school students.
"The exam is about to start, students please come in quickly." The invigilator stood at the door and reminded.
Lin Jingzhe stared blankly at the tall invigilator, his brain going blank.
He died, and then inexplicably returned to the fifth grade composition competition examination room.
"Come in," the voice said again, and then the big hand passed through his armpit again and pushed him up from his legs.
Lin Jingzhe turned his head and looked at the young and healthy rural woman. He was dazed for a moment and said, "Mom."
"Try hard on the exam. If you really feel uncomfortable, come out early." She whispered, stuffed the drink into his hand, and finally touched his forehead.
"Parents should wait in the playground downstairs. Please remain quiet and refrain from making any noise."
The invigilator led Lin Jingzhe into the classroom and sat him down, then waved to the parents who were still standing outside the window.
More than ten years have passed, and Lin Jingzhe has long forgotten what his 33-year-old mother looked like. He followed her figure, and the memories of his mother gradually awakened in his mind.
My mother's full name is Zhong Xuejun. She is a typical rural woman. Like many women of the previous generation, she holds up half the sky of society and the entire sky of the family.
She has a nickname, Nan Nan, which was given by a man who introduced her to a job. It means that she works harder than men.
However, her hard work did not bring her a better life. She died at the age of 39, having struggled in poverty and pain throughout her short life.
She likes to nag and has a strong character. She suffered a lot of grievances after her husband died. She is known as a "shrew" in the surrounding villages.
Lin Jingzhe knew that she was not a shrew, she just lived a hard life. In order to protect her family from being bullied and to prevent herself and her children from being looked down upon, she was like a taut string, and the slightest disturbance would make her extremely vigilant.
A bottle of apple-flavored Nutri-Express was placed in the upper left corner of the desk. It was opened, but almost nothing was done.
If I remember correctly, the medium bottle is 500ml and the price is 3.5 yuan. His mother bought it for him after he vomited due to motion sickness.
The mother who was reluctant to buy a mango for 4 yuan was now willing to buy a bottle of such an expensive drink.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
The exam begins and the invigilator distributes the test papers.
People are always filled with fantasies about the future. What does your vision of the future hold? Please write an essay of at least 600 words on the theme of "The Future." You can choose your own title and style. Requirements: 1. Accurate punctuation and neat handwriting. 2. A combination of narrative, descriptive, lyrical, and argumentative expression is acceptable.
The moment Lin Jingzhe saw this title, he almost laughed out loud.
He knew what the future would be like: chaotic technology, distorted systems, and appallingly rotten human hearts. It was exactly the same as the cyber world described in popular science, and completely contrary to the fantasies of naive students.
What to look forward to in the future?
Looking forward to death? To die at the hands of the special forces or the inspectors, that is the question.
Lin Jingzhe's face was full of sarcasm, and he sneered at this stupid essay topic.
He even wanted to shake his legs, stand up and laugh at the elementary school students who were thinking hard at their desks in the classroom.
But is there really no expectation?
His mother's stomach cancer, his amputated calf, his brother's fall into the nightlife scene because of him, and Gu Nansheng's death. If he had the chance to do it all over again and tried his best to intervene, would all this happen again?
He doesn't need to stop the development of the world. He just needs a small safe house where he can be with the people he cares about.
Ha, and there’s that little green tea girl Qi Yan. If he could get Qi Yan back to the Cui family earlier, Qi Yan might chase after him and call him brother.
Where is that old monster Junyi? Can we still see him?
Lin Jingzhe's eyes felt sore and tears fell.
"Knock."
The invigilator tapped the corner of his desk gently, leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Jingzhe shook his head, and tears fell on the snow-white composition paper as he moved.
He raised his hand to wipe it off, and wrote the title of the composition neatly in the middle of the first line: Fantasy of the Future.
Then, without further hesitation, he wrote down the text:
I came from 18 years later. I was resurrected from the dead.
How did I die? It's a funny story.
…
Chernyshevsky said: "Catch up with the future, grasp its essence, and transform the future into the present."
My future self is my present self, and my present self is the flower of yesterday.
Don't look back, keep moving forward.
I think the future will leave something for those who have faith in it.
——End of the full text——
Tips: If you are looking for a good novel, come here~
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
