"It wasn't my moon, but there was a moment when the moon shone on me."
I am a girl from a rural area, and I have no other talents. With the brute force and great luck that I can only study at a desk every day, I was admitted to one of the top high schools in the city.
Everything in the city is too new for me, if it weren't for the closed management of the school, my heart might be unbearable. In those days when I was locked in the school, I still followed the habit of the past, I just immersed myself in studying every day and did not hear anything outside the window.
When other students were getting to know each other, I just sat in my seat and wrote the questions silently. My classmates in the city were all too cheerful and too hot. They slapped past my seat, and I didn't know how to join their fun and excitement.
dull.
I have been here since I was a child, and I only know that I can do well in the exam.
Unlike the single-person and single-table in the next class, our seemingly dignified and outdated head teacher actually allows men and women to share the same table.
My roommate W is a silent boy.
Wearing a pair of glasses, with a gentle appearance, he is tall and has a very thin figure.
It's just that a week has passed, two weeks have passed, and we hardly said a word.
In this science class, there is a lot of pressure to study, the endless exercises, the infinitely high difficulty of the test questions, and the time-limited training every day. For me, who is not good in science thinking, everything is very difficult. Sometimes when the test papers are sent out, I can feel the pain like Ling Chi.
Under the teacher's suggestion, I took the plunge and asked my deskmate W, because he is very good at science.
Holding the scarlet test paper, I felt a little inferior and didn't dare to look him in the eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, put aside the Rubik's Cube that was almost restored in his hand, picked up the pencil, barely found a blank in my scribbled test paper, listed the original formula and the derivation process, and explained it to me patiently, from time to time. Stop and see my reaction.
His calm and peaceful voice rang in my ears, like a clear spring flowing over a stone covered with green moss, and I was so nervous that my eyelashes kept fluttering.
After he finished speaking, I didn't care how much I understood, I just nodded my head desperately to thank him, he waved his hand, and continued to play with the Rubik's Cube with a light expression.
Since then, I have often asked him questions. Slowly, we both became acquainted.
Meeting on the campus road, he will raise a faint smile at me. When I was not good at writing math problems and was about to write a mess, he would domineeringly pull my sleeves aside and teach me to write seriously like a dignified brother. When I was saddened by my poor grades and said nothing, my friends passed me by in a frenzy, and he inadvertently handed me the process he had written, and talked to me on and off.
I think in this depressing classroom, he may be the only person who understands my pain.
One night, the physics teacher suddenly came to class. Because the sports meeting during the day was too intense, I couldn’t help dozing off. When I forcibly propped up my body, but my eyes were distracted, he suddenly turned his head and smiled. Eyes Yingying: "No one will sleep in physics class, right?"
Immediately, I lost all sleep, and all I could see was his white profile and a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.
Heart, pounding.
Such a simple sentence, even after many years have passed, when I think of it, it still rings in my ears like yesterday and can't go away.
It seems to be trapped in it. Could it be that this closed and depressed classroom will give birth to inexplicable emotions?
His voice is so gentle, why is he so patient, I have never seen him get angry before, why is he always staring at me and writing, why is he going to be late, but he still walks into the classroom calmly, it's so unrestrained, why Even though I didn't study much, I did so well in the exam...
Later we changed seats and I had a new tablemate, but I couldn't help but look at him secretly.
After class, as usual, he fiddled with the Rubik's cube silently. He was like a touch of moonlight, shining there quietly.
Pretend not to see, out of the corner of the eye a million times.
Days passed, and I was looking forward to when the seats would be extended and we could be at the same table again. However, in a sudden monthly test, I got the lowest score in the class in the physics test.
Later, I was called to the office, and the head teacher asked me to consider whether I should transfer to study liberal arts.
Thinking of the hard work of studying science for a long time, the low math and science grades, the lessons I didn’t understand, and the exercises I couldn’t finish writing, I was like an oxygen-deficient fish, wanting to jump out of this mud pond as soon as possible.
But I hesitated because he was here.
I really want to hold on, just to stay by his side, but I really can't hold on anymore.
So, I came to the liberal arts class, and everything became very easy, but I couldn't see him every day, and everything was boring.
After being divided into classes, there is no reason to contact again.
I turned the pressure into motivation and studied hard, just to be on the list for myself and to be able to remind him of me again.
Later, when I got good grades in the test, I tapped and deleted my fingers on the screen, and finally got up the courage to add him and share the good news with him.
However, one day, two days, he did not reply after all.
Later, I finally returned to the door of the original class in the name of seeing an old friend, pretending to reminisce with my friend, but my eyes were anxiously looking for his figure.
Later, I saw him and had a good chat with a girl. His smile was so bright that I had never seen it before. The girl was very sunny, and they seemed to be a good match...
Later I heard that they were indeed together.
It's all your fault for being too gentle.
All the restlessness returned to silence, it turned out that I was self-indulgent.
Thinking about it now, he never seemed to like me...
I returned to the original state of being flat and unwavering, and I became more adapted to study and life.
It's just that sometimes when running on the drizzling playground, the water droplets running down my face are actually warm and humid, and I really didn't cry.
It wasn't my moon, but for a moment it did shine on me.
Time will erase everything, and now that I think about it, maybe there is only relief left?
Thank you again for teaching me the questions, W.
Last updated: October 1, 2022