Shen Yulun: He is Youzi, on the first page of the commemorative book

Youzi means in Shandong dialect a person who has a big head and likes to show off his own in everything. I said you'll be called Youko from now on.

At the age of 17, we all had the most fashionable hairstyles of the time and the most confident smiles.

The roadside he walked by had green wood guitars, drizzle knocking on the eaves, and lotus root paperweights. I just looked at him so quietly, I couldn't guess what he was thinking, and after watching it for a long time, I fell into his world.

He was Yuko, on the first page of my memorial book.

When he was just in the first year of his shift, he slept on my opposite bed, and every time someone got out of bed and stepped on his sheet, he would jump up like an electric shock, looking like he was going to fight, but after three seconds he would regain ten successful forces and pile up a smile on his face.

He has always been the backbone of the class, and the only sentence we can reach a consensus on is "Both Shengyu and He Shengliang".

The last word is that Yuko finally started a business and is an excellent boss in the industry. Sometimes I think that people are really three years old and look old. What kind of person you are, from the day you were born, has already decided, let you work hard in the world, and in the end, what you can do is to understand how to conform to the arrangement of fate and try to be the best yourself.

What I have always despised the most is the way Chinese campuses are managed. Although I later became a teacher, I still could not accept some of the so-called conventional management regulations.

At that time, the school was as strict as it is now, and the appearance of students was quite strict, especially for boys' hairstyles. Every morning during the morning exercise, the students will be specially spot checked, the way is to use the finger to insert into the hair, the part beyond the finger is super long, so the boys are all the same size.

Back to the point, this kind of hairstyle examination can be painful for Yuko. On the first night of the allotted dormitory, the class teacher asked us to return to the classroom to arrange seats. Because Yuko and I were indistinguishable in height, he sat at the end of the class like me.

The "Lafayette" of the Political and Educational Affairs Department came to check the image of each class, and as soon as he entered the door, he pointed at Yuko and said, "That classmate, you stand up." ”

The literary and artistic aura emitted by Yuko's body was a kind of disharmony in the eyes of the teachers of the Political and Educational Affairs Department. In fact, the so-called true harmony should be unified, for example, the first student to enter the school is "soil", and the whole school must pass on this "soil". Five minutes later, Yuko was taken away with a red face.

Yuko came from a standard rich second-generation family, and although our school itself was an aristocratic school, everyone still lamented his family lineage. His parents were in business, and the older generation was in the coal business in Shanxi. Although Yuko has been pampered since childhood, there are very few young masters, in addition to sometimes being lazy and playing smart, the biggest problem is to love face, self-esteem is more important than life. Overall, he is a good man.

It is estimated that the previous generation felt that the family of the businessman was not Chinese atmosphere enough, so they attached great importance to Youzi's personal development. Youzi Qinqi calligraphy and painting are all exquisite, so he loves face, and he is taken away with red ears.

After more than an hour, the class teacher used her successful resume to explain to us what is the peak of life, what is learning to change fate, listening to us children stunned, during which the applause was incessant, many students were touched by her wonderful life experience, shed a drop of sincere tears.

When my classmates and I were bored and were about to find a reason to retreat early, Yuko returned, and as soon as she entered the classroom door, she was baptized by the laughter of the whole class.

If I say that Yuko has a vendetta against the teacher of the Political and Educational Affairs Office, you will not suspect me. Half-length hair is the most ugly, and Yuko fully proves this sentence. Because at the first moment of seeing his hairstyle, I couldn't find any other word than to describe my admiration for the teacher of the Political and Educational Affairs Department. Perhaps the teacher of the Political and Educational Affairs Department considered that Yuko had a lot of amateur theatrical performances, so he left him a medium-length hairstyle on the net, at the cost of being too neat, like cutting it on his head with a large soup bowl, comparable to Watermelon Taro.

Soon after the school started, Yuko and I became the best buddies, and there was something complementary to his personality.

At that time, the Korean singer group H.O.T swept across the campus, and the "Kill Matt" hairstyles of various colors shocked our closed hearts. We threw away the tigers' green posters and became obsessed with colorful hairstyles and unintelligible Korean songs.

Yuko suggested that we prepare a dance for the school celebration, which was unanimously approved by the brothers. So I borrowed the piano room, every night self-study of course to practice dancing, everyone in order to sense the trend call, hairstyle more and more "kill Matt", pants like cotton pants more and more fat, tops more and more loose, each person specially customized a super long scarf to hang on the ground, so that "big whirling" will increase the sense of coolness, hands also wear a variety of rings and bracelets.

After three months of painstaking rehearsals, because our dance was too avant-garde, it was once again rightfully brushed off by the Political and Educational Department on the grounds that it was not suitable for the youth campus atmosphere. Yuko advises us not to be depressed. After the school celebration performance, we carried the radio ourselves, dressed avant-gardely, and walked around the dormitory, and everyone would give a dance. Everyone's applause baptizes our youth.

Yuko often went alone to the grove by the cafeteria and stared at the school's artificial lake in a daze.

I said, "Yuko, once I accidentally read your diary. ”

He said, "You guys, did you read people's diaries carelessly?" ”

Then he asked, "What did you see?" ”

I said I saw myself.

Yuko says in his diary that he feels out of place, that it doesn't give him what he wants, and that he hopes to get out of here as soon as possible.

The next year, Yuko dropped out of school on the grounds that the reality he was trying to make himself accept was not what he expected, and everything in front of him left him with no interest in pursuing. The class teacher asked me to persuade him, and I turned to Yuko and said, "You find a good place and tell me, I will go to you." "Youth is never lost, and the charm of youth is too wonderful to overwhelm us."

A month later, Yuko dropped out of school.

That day, Yuko's father drove a Rolls Royce to pick him up, and he looked back at us, waved his hand and closed the car door crying.

I also cried, I said you are finally gone, I will not have room to improve after the ya.

Later, we lost contact with Yuko, and we continued our "soil". I heard that he went to many places and learned a lot of things he wanted to learn.

Just before Christmas that year, Yuko called. At that time, mobile phones were not so popular, walking in the forefront of fashion, I was the only person in the class who had a mobile phone, the whole class was lying next to me, listening to Yuko on the other end of the phone to show off his current life, such as he left his favorite hairstyle, and dyed color, he was sitting on the balcony sprinkled with golden sunshine, under his feet was a fruit tree that covered the sky, a yellow chengcheng, golden fruit within reach, although it was close to December, but as long as he wore a thin dress, he could stand barefoot on the balcony and enjoy the afternoon.

We smirked at the end of the phone and said good envy, good envy. Go back and continue cleaning, wiping the fan and wiping the table.

A week later, we received a postcard from Yuko from out of town, and the narcissistic sticker on his big head sticker was in the most obvious position, smiling proudly at us, and the smile of complete release made us feel that our life was so boring, that we were so cowardly, and we didn't even have the courage to choose our own life.

I ran to the class teacher with a postcard from Yuko and told her that Yuko had written a letter. I don't remember the look in her eyes when she looked at the postcard, but I remember that she calmly said "yes" after reading it, and shoved the postcard into the drawer.

Later, a classmate said that he saw the class teacher alone in the office holding the postcard and laughing.

Before graduation, I had only met Yuko, and when he came back, I would ask him to do my best to help him draw a picture of flowers and riches, and to sign it was painted by him, and he wanted to give it to his friend's family. I said you were hypocritical to the extreme.

He said self-esteem is more important than life.

Then we lost touch again.

Later, when I was working, Yuko suddenly called and said that she would invite me to dinner and reminisce about the past. After years of not seeing each other, I dressed up and confidently went to meet this dude who made me happy and worried. After meeting, I found that Yuko had a little more stability, and sitting across from me, he no longer bragged about himself with his teeth and claws, but quietly told me about his experiences over the past few years, telling me about his feelings, his family, and his present. I learned that he was actually not doing well – not as well as I thought.

There is such a kind of person, when they are together, sparks are splashed, separated but doubly missed, missing not this person, but when this person is there, you can release the best of yourself, and the feeling of master tricks is very enjoyable, very exciting, and over time you will also rely on this person.

I tried my best to control my feelings that had been accumulating for many years, telling Yuko what we all thought of him after he left, and the two of you chatted idly with me. I told Yuko that I had just interviewed for a job last week and had informed me today that I could go to work.

He asked me with a twinkle in his eye, is there a shortage of people, any position can be, his learning ability is very strong. I had never seen him talk like that, so I nodded in response.

In the end, he did not work with Yuko, he accidentally found a good company, the treatment and benefits were very good, the boss favored him, plus his good performance, and became a small leader a few months later.

You see, he once again verified what I said, excellent people will have food everywhere they go, and they eat very satisfyingly, faster than others.

A year later, Yuko called me and said he was going to leave the company to start his own business and asked if I planned to do it with him.

I told him that I didn't have so much ambition in my twenties, and I always thought that a salary of a few thousand yuan would not be difficult for me, and I planned to hone it for a few more years.

When the people around you surpass you, you will always doubt your choices to some extent. In the end, I still did not start a business with Youzi, and when Youzi's career was booming, I also chose to fly alone, which is the last word.

Yuko's life is to set off our ordinary, Chinese New Year's Eve him texted us, saying that he had flashed marriage last October, let us say a belated blessing, and after marriage, his wife became pregnant soon, which really made us envious.

When I went to Shanghai for a meeting in May this year, I called Yuko and asked him if he wanted to go together, because several of the good buddies who had gone to school had started businesses in Shanghai, and everyone could get together by the way. He said no, his wife could not do without people around him, so he gave up.

I don't really know Much about Yuko.

I don't even know where he's been in the past few years, what kind of people and things he's been through, and how much money he's made.

All I know is that there has always been someone in my life who inspires me to work hard and gives me strength all the time. We have a kid in our dormitory who grew up by the Yellow River named Xiaolong, and his accent is very heavy. At that time, he was a sports commissioner, and he especially liked to show his English skills, because of the accent problem, every pronunciation would be particularly laughable. His dream was to be a member of the People's Liberation Army.

At that time, just after the school started, the class teacher asked each of us to stand up and talk about our ideals, and Xiaolong was the first to raise his hand, stood up and stood up with his chest, and said: "Report teacher, my ideal is to be a qualified 囧 (military) person!" As soon as the words stopped, we laughed loudly, and the class teacher quickly helped him break the siege and said: "Soldiers are good, defend the motherland, and sacrifice yourself for others!" "Miss the little dragon.

The last time I heard from Yuko was a few days ago. Xiao Long called me: "Did you come back from a business trip, Yuko is gone, and the class teacher said to let the whole class go." ”

I stood on the street with my phone in hand, watching the walls of roses compete proudly. The memory is frozen, and in an instant the smog frantically plunders the city, and in the state of extremely low visibility, only the eerie headlights can be seen interweaving back and forth.

Such space and time can easily be shocking, and it will make me feel dead, completely sleepy in a boundary, eat like dead wood, and admire the polluted city.

Yuko had a heart attack, and after a few days of hospitalization, she was gone, her wife cried to death with a big belly, and both families fried the pot.

The day I knew the news, I went through all the messages in Youzi's WeChat circle of friends, and the last update was that he was in the hospital bed, his face was white, and he didn't forget to smirk and make a "two" gesture to the camera.

He asked, handsome?

I took the phone, while crying, I said in my heart, Ya, Bai Cheng is still very handsome! I don't know what other story can be written about my buddy, because in a hurry for more than ten years, although the time is long, the relationship is very deep, but there is little understanding.

I told the publisher that I had a buddy and I wanted to add him to the book, and the text was pitifully small, but I just felt the need to mention him, and he was very precious to me. I don't have enough words, so I can only make a commemoration of a period of joy and sorrow, and wait for a piece of self-loneliness.

When you want to forget one thing, you force yourself to do another thing. This is a truth that everyone knows, and it really works.

My lover told me that when you look up at the stars, in fact, many of the stars you see no longer exist, and all you see is their afterimages. But I still chose to go and look at the star every night.

In the same city, different people meet and separate, arrive and leave. Everyone is drawing their own biographical maps, ravines, circles. Those who are impressed draw a circle; those whose memories are blurred are slowly swallowed up by this world in different regions and at different times.

Every time you think you are sincere, you always have to leave a place in your heart for others.

Ten years of youth, ten years after ten years, ten years of green leaves turning apricot yellow, ten years of sea water returning to blue, ten years of yearning, ten years of vastness. The roadside he walked by had green wood guitars, drizzle knocking on the eaves, and lotus root paperweights.

I just looked at him so quietly, I couldn't guess what he was thinking, and after watching it for a long time, I fell into his world.

He was Yuko, on the first page of my memorial book. (The original title of the article is "Youzi Thousand Miles Away from Riding Alone", which has been abridged; the title is author: licejiu)■

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