School on the Hill (Chapter 4)

Marathon runs are the school's annual specialty, and this year's marathon runs are in late autumn. The wind was blowing, mixed with a cold chill. The venue of the competition is basically centered on Luozhong Mountain, along a dirt road at the foot of the mountain, a total of about ten kilometers. The athletes, like worshippers, reverently circumnavigated the sacred mountain. Compared to long-distance running, I am more passionate about sprinting, sharp and passionate, like drinking spirits, and leaning on. For me, this kind of competition is just an autumn hike, which is a rare and pleasant afternoon.

A day in advance I got the number plate, the ink-stained number on the white canvas, which was a four-digit number, far more than the sum of all the people at this school, and if you count the number of students in the school history, there may be so many students. The class stood in order on the training pad in front of the laboratory building, the gunshots began to run, and the students rushed out of the school gate like a tide and ran eastwards — in the direction of the chimney. The teacher watched us turn at the end of the road in the dilapidated brick factory. Without any warning, the convention became general, almost everyone slowed down and walked collectively after the turn, only a few athletes with the potential to win the prize continued to run, most of them changed from athletes to cheerleaders, cheering for the students who were still running in this class, and then walking was three or three pairs of people who enjoyed the autumn, the number plates were put away by themselves, and the male and female classmates who were with them laughed and played. I didn't find the answer, maybe he was running by the rules, or he was pursuing the unknown answer. As I passed the brickyard, a worker with a hoe watched as we chased and played along the way thoughtfully, perhaps he was thinking back to his youth, silently chanting the ode to the youth of his youth. At the end, he lowered his head and slammed his hoe into the red mud, repeating the action in a venting manner. After turning over a hill, there is the horticultural field, where the fathers once expanded their territory, and now the times have changed dramatically, and only the crop forest remains here, and the thick trees on both sides of the road are neatly and majestically arranged, like soldiers waiting for inspection. It is usually sparsely populated, and when I pass by, I am overwhelmed by the momentum of the trees, like being in an unknown primeval deep forest, lonely and helpless, with the wind and fear occupying the body together, I can't help but speed up my pace. After passing through this crop forest, it was all downhill, from Jiufeng Village to the main road, passing through the Artillery Academy, and finally climbing the relentless steep slope, I finally returned to the school.

I didn't have any place when I turned in my number plate, but I heard that there were classmates in the next class who ran into the top ten, but it didn't matter to me.

Packing my things and getting home, I heard Pearl screaming at my classroom door. Pearl, our elementary school classmate, but junior high school she is in the next class, like Zhang Xinzhe, all day long to lose weight, but the effect is not significant. She belongs to the kind of girl who is slightly fat, and does not accept everyone's positive view of her body, only she thinks that thinness will make her look better. Pearl held a large yellow brown paper envelope in her hand and handed it to me excitedly, smiling wildly, I did not know what I meant. This envelope cover has nothing, let alone a stamp. Just the bottom right footboard on the envelope cover was written with my name and a "(received)" that I suspected was a prank. Pearl said she had come back from a run (walk) and had seen the envelope in the mail bar at the entrance to the school, and that she had been there for a long time, and she had seen my name in curiosity. When pearls said this, the plane tree had no leaves to fall, and it made a slight clanging sound,—— the wind began.

I went home with this envelope in my arms, like a time bomb.

Going home and locking the door, thinking about the envelope, ruling out everyone who might send me a letter, I had no clue, maybe the answer would be in the envelope. I opened the envelope with trepidation and anticipation, and inside the envelope was a whole set of junior high school physics exercises, and there were water-soaked folds on the paper cover paper, and the binding needles of each set of test papers had rusted, and because it had been too long, there was no other word that could indicate the identity of the other party. The last monthly exam I scored 92 points in the physics test, the physics teacher will not "reward" me in this way, and the envelope does not have a stamp, this person can only personally or entrust others to put it in the school receipt column. This must have been my classmate, a helpful friend, an enthusiastic person who gave me four fingers of thick physics learning materials after I missed an excavator track. However, I miscalculated that all the boutiques and stationery stores around the school at that time did not sell this kind of physics learning materials.

But this handwriting I seem to know, horizontal and vertical holes are powerful, and skimming childish and playful, where I have seen it, but I can't remember.

Fortunately, only Pearl knew about this matter, and if Y and NA knew about it, then the class would not be quiet in the future. These two people, one class time to let the whole class know, one afternoon time to let the school doorman know me. But this matter I still gave mu a complete account, but mu expression mu ne, want to say and stop, I angrily scolded him: no wonder your name is mu, but I don't doubt him, he is not so delicate.

The days were still gray and dark, but I always felt that someone around me was spying on me, recording my every move, and reporting it to the initiator of the envelope incident. Just plan to add some color to this boring life, oh, maybe it's a girl, it must be a girl, a boy who can do such a naïve thing.

Although I hate excavator tracks, I still practice doing a set of physics exam papers every three to five years. I'm glad the two didn't send me English materials, which could drive me crazy. I also pray that these two goods will never send me information again.

Mu and T and I are brothers, brothers who have been worshipped. And T had a date with someone else, the other party was a boy in the next class, in order to chat with T's hot CC, in the game hall under the school's steep slope. Na blushed and ran over breathlessly to tell me the news to Waki, while I was helping T write the Nth love letter he was going to send to CC (N not 1).