Say three facts. The first one was when I was in high school. At that time, the class of these Tao boys, in addition to skipping class to go to the Internet café, is to play basketball in the hot sun, naturally there is no lack of informality, a pair of transformations

Say three facts.

The first one was when I was in high school.

At that time, the class of these Tao boys, in addition to skipping class to go to the Internet café, is to play basketball in the hot sun, naturally there is no lack of informality, a pair of chemical fiber material socks to wear for a week is not unusual. At that metabolic age, a pair of sweat glandular foot plates, coupled with a pair of textured slippery socks, were enough to turn the impermeable fake aj into a bacterial Petri dish.

During a recess, bored boys began to blow their cattle, and sure enough, the final topic of conversation would lead to whose feet stinked more. Several boys who were not ashamed and proud began to boast about how smelly their feet were, and Classmate A said: "My feet must be the most smelly, I take off my shoes now, everyone specifies that they have to run!" ”

Classmate B said with a disdainful face: "Then you can't, I can't run once I take off my shoes." ”

The two did not give in to each other, and finally decided to take off the shoes, smell each other's shoes for thirty seconds, and whoever insisted on it first could not count who lost. Classmate A took the brunt of it, took off his shoes, and there was a warm and salty smell in the classroom, and I seemed to be able to feel the wet and sticky texture of that smell.

Sure enough, the people around them covered their mouths and noses, scattered, and retreated to five steps away to be safe. But only classmate B was not moved, only to see classmate B standing proudly, not hurriedly pedaling the shoes of the right foot with his left foot, in fact, we did not smell anything, because we all covered our noses, but from the perspective of the momentary solemn expression of classmate A, who was still invincible, this impact must not be simple.

Classmate B just picked up the shoes and held them in the palm of his hand, and Classmate A decisively gave up the game, threw down a word of apology and quickly retreated to the same distance as us.

Classmate B scanned the crowd with his arrogant eyes, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then Yun said lightly: "Compared with my feet, I don't measure up..." He said as he raised his shoes and sniffed his face, and then about five seconds later, a line of bright red blood gushed out of his nostrils...

The second, or high school

At that time, we could live in high school, and at night, a few people played cards in the dormitory, and only one person was watching a novel that did not even have a cover.

Somehow the topic turned to the question of whose feet stink again, and the more the crowd talked, the more vigorous they became, and the circle of people playing cards finally simply put down their cards, arguing solemnly, and even some of them were red-faced.

At this time, a sour smell that is intoxicating enough to be intoxicating emerges, and the smell is not hurried, from far and near, like a long scroll of white paintings, telling the story.

How vast this smell is, it is not enough, but it is enough for everyone present to put away the frenzy just now. Everyone looked at the smell, only to see that the source of the taste was the roommate who was watching the novel alone.

The roommate did not raise his eyelids, but still looked down, scanning the books in front of him, and at the same time absentmindedly pulled down one of his own socks, and then snapped the socks against the wall, and the socks stuck.

The room, which had just been quite disturbed, fell silent, and the crowd continued to play cards and light a cigarette at the same time, including the roommate who did not smoke.

The night scene is harmonious and smooth.

The third one was when I was in college

Although I now have a mediocre sleep quality and often insomnia, I feel that the quality of sleep in college is still very good, after all, it is a vigorous age in that line.

Once, because I went to bed late, I was gradually pulled out of my dream by a strong smell, which was different from any kind of smell I had ever encountered before, it was so unique, so pure.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sat up, trying to find the source of the taste. That night the moon was dark and windy, and it was pitch black outside, and no idle light could shine into the house, so I had to rely on my sense of smell to find it.

I circled the area of smell, the long table not far from my bed, so I sniffed step by step in the direction of the smell and against the table.

Now that I think about it, when I was young and ignorant, I still believed too much in the world at that time, and when my nose touched the source, and I sniffed with it, I only felt that there was a thunder in my head, which shocked my entire brain into a peaceful blank, as if the three souls had trembled twice. At that moment, I was no longer sorry for wasting my time, and I was no longer ashamed of doing nothing...

That object was the pure polyester socks of the boss of our dormitory, one dollar and one pair, and the smell was very dry, with the old and heavy temperament of the boss, straight to my spiritual platform.

In the middle of the night, I was slightly sober, so I took the boss's socks and invited them to the stool next to the second brother's pillow next to him.

The next day, the second brother missed all the morning classes. He didn't show up until after noon, saying that he was probably sick and a little dazed.

Now, our stubble, once incomparably brilliant "stinky boy", is no longer young, after the most metabolic age, not to mention the smell of feet, even sweat has become a luxury. Now that I think about it, I still miss that era full of flavor.