There is a shrine of his own deep in his soul, and a thorny rose is enshrined, which cannot be allowed to be peeped at by others. Every time I look back, my heart will be pricked by the sharp thorns, and I will try to forget it but I can't do it.

No matter how hurt or how painful the heart is, it will be watered with its own pain over and over again. Until its roots pierce into its own life and into its soul. This is how people are. There is an indelible past in their hearts, which will always be hurt by the scene and feel, and most of them cannot escape and forget.

Maybe in front of others, you can pretend to be nothing, care about everything, and all four elements are empty. As time passes quietly, you will still deceive yourself and say to yourself: I have forgotten him (her) long ago, because I have burned my diary from that year, tore my photos from that year into pieces, and left with the wind.

When the night is quiet, when lonely and helpless, when sitting alone... Maybe a bouquet of flowers blooms, a leaf falls, a breeze, a drop of drizzle, or even an inadvertent injury, the door of memories that seemed to have been covered with dust for many years will suddenly open, and the night is knocking on your heart again.

The scenes of the past will appear before you, as if yesterday had not gone far away, as if Qiu Shui Yiren was right in front of you, just in front of you, so clear, so real, so charming and so charming.

Nishino opened his diary for many years and turned over it casually. Suddenly, on September 1, 1996, he jumped in front of him. The page was written in blue ink, which was particularly conspicuous...

The sky in September is vaguely clear, and there is no longer the stuffy summer heat that makes people breathless. The air in the mountains is particularly refreshing, and the winding mountain roads are filled with thick leaves. When you step on it, you will make a rustling sound under your feet. From time to time, the sound of birds singing comes from the forest, making the surroundings quieter.

Today is the first day of registration for Class 4, S County No. 1 Middle School. Nishino's home lives in a small mountain village 90 miles away from the county town. In order to save more than ten yuan of fares, Nishino moved out a Phoenix-brand bicycle.

In order to get to school early, Nishino got up just as dawn, prepared the meal for the family himself, ate some rice, made a simple farewell to his family, and pushed the bicycle to leave home. Today, he was in a very comfortable mood. For the sake of his college dream, his stubborn father finally agreed to him as a senior high school student.

The first night of the previous day, my father agreed to send Xiye to the delivery, but Xiye woke up early in the morning and thought that it was so long to go back and forth, and he didn't have much luggage - only a set of quilts and a few clothes that he changed on weekdays, and the others were only a few books, cups, toothbrushes, and only 40 or 50 kilograms together. This weight was not a difficult task for an 18-year-old country boy who had been used to doing all kinds of farm work since he was a child. So he told his father not to accompany him. This was not the first time he was away. He also went to Sanyuanli, Guangzhou to work in the summer vacation of the first year of high school!

When he went out, his mother kept sending Xiye to the entrance of the village and stuffed a few cooked eggs to Xiye: "Baby, your brother will go to the provincial capital to go to college in a few days, and the tuition fee has not been collected yet. Mom still has to raise some money, so I won't give it to you."

"It's another egg. I want me to eat eggs in the exam. It's so unlucky!" Nishino blocked his mother's hands like dead bark.

"I said, what's wrong with your baby? The eggs my mother finally asked for were so hard that she was just trying to be so stupid. They were all taught by that old man, hey..." As the mother said, she couldn't help but shed tears of sadness.

"Mom. I'm wrong, don't cry. It's not good to see it. I just take the egg." Nishino took the egg from his mother's hand, and it was still full of heat.

"Okay, okay. Mom just won't cry. My kid, remember to study hard. Mom reads little and can't speak."

"Well, I remember."

"The same thing is better, it's better to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out. I have to work harder in the cram school. I'll pass the exam next year. I want your father to make you a celebration wine in a grand manner."

"Mom, let's talk about it when I pass the exam. You can go back, it's already a long way."

"Then mom went back..."

Xiye pushed the bicycle and walked a long way. When he crossed a mountain ridge, he stood by the mountain road and looked back. He also saw his mother standing there. In Xiwei's morning light, her thin figure was still very clear. My mother stood there, looking silently. When she saw her son turning back, she waved her hand hard and asked Xiye to leave quickly.

My mother read a few words, but she dropped out of school after only two years of elementary school. It was a three-year difficult period when the people of the whole country tightened their warehouses and stayed up. With the idea of ​​favoring boys over girls in the countryside, many girls never even got through the school gate and followed their parents to work.

The mother didn't understand any profound truths and couldn't speak a good word. However, in her simple heart, she always regarded studying as the only way to change her destiny. Among her three sons, only Nishino has not yet graduated from college and has to continue to take tutoring. No matter how difficult life is at home or how hard the labor is, she has no complaints.

Nishino knew that in her mother's heart, the one she couldn't rest assured was herself. Because among the three brothers, only she was born with myopia, and she could not adapt to the life of farming in the countryside. She had to walk out of this endless mountains and fly outside in a wider sky. Only in this way can she be worthy of her mother's years of raising her and make her no longer worry about her future all day long.

"Mother, I will definitely not let you down. I will work harder in the tutoring school. I will definitely get into college! No matter how hard or tired I will!" Nishino clenched his fists silently while swearing in his heart.

Nishino grew up in the mountains since he was a child. When he was seven or eight years old, he had already followed his father or brother to go up the mountain to chop wood and fish. Of course, he had no sister or sister at home. Most of the time, Nishino feeds pigs and beats dogs, pulls pig grass, and shares housework for his mother.

In the early 1980s, rural China had just implemented a household contract responsibility system, and the people in many places were still struggling and struggling on the poverty line. Material lack and cultural life was basically blank. If anyone had a black and white TV at home, he would be considered as good-looking.

As it got dark, people had dinner early. Neighbors nearby, whether they were adults or children, brought their own stools, came to the TV house with TV sets to report together, and they all squeezed in a main hall to enjoy the TV series. If the owner was a little more generous, they would prepare some melon seeds, fruits, etc. People ate snacks with relish, and rarely made loud noises. It was not until the TV series was broadcast that everyone left reluctantly.

For example, Nishino's family has more family members and less labor. Every year, they will lose surplus grain when they are not in the morning and they can only live by borrowing grain. Adults work in the fields all day long, so they naturally don't have much time to take care of their children. Maybe the children of poor people are already in their homes. Nishino has developed a hard-working and independent personality since childhood. From elementary school to junior high school, to high school graduation, Nishino's academic performance is among the best in his class. If it weren't for the sudden rubella attack before the exam and the drowsiness in the exam room, there would be no suspense for the fresh graduate to get into college directly.

The childhood and teenagers in Xiye can be said to have spent their time in poverty, but they are also happy and lucky. In their village, children of the same age as them can successfully complete the junior high school entrance examination. Few people go to high school, and very few people go to high school.

Nishino understood that like himself, he had neither complex interpersonal relationships as a background nor strong financial strength as a backer. If he wanted to change his destiny and to make a name for himself, he had to study and take the college entrance examination.

Now that I failed the exam, I want to go to the senior year of high school, my family has to increase my extra expenses. In such an environment, Nishino believes that as long as I work hard, my dream of college will definitely be realized.

On the asphalt road, Xiye jumped on his bicycle and pedaled quickly. He had to arrive at the cram school before school was over, otherwise there would be no place to sleep at night. Along the way, the sun was getting heavier, but fortunately it was autumn, so he had to bake it into pancakes.

The pedestrians on the road were in groups of three or four, and they looked strange from time to time, which made Nishio feel a little unhappy: "I'll ride a bicycle, it's not a motorcycle, what do you think?" In order not to let the pedestrians see that they were going to tutor, he glared the bicycle faster.

Four hours later, Nishino finally sweated heavily to the campus of the county No. 1 Middle School. He didn't know anyone, and finally found the teacher in the dilapidated teaching building of the cram school. After the admission procedures were completed in a hurry, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Nishino walked out of the dormitory. While class had not yet begun, he wanted to go around, get familiar with the school environment first, and buy some essential daily necessities.

S County No. 1 Middle School is located at the foot of Baiyun Mountain, surrounded by mountains and water, with a beautiful scenery. The school covers an area of ​​about 1,200 acres, not very large, nor very small. There are several rockery, ponds and storms, small bridges and pavilions above, and gurgling water below. Large areas of nanmu bamboo grow next to the rockery, rich and rich. Under the bamboo forest, there are good stone tables surrounded by several stone benches. The stone bench is very smooth and there is no trace of dust on it. I believe that many students will study and have fun here on weekdays.

From the dormitory to the shop at the school gate, you have to pass a cement road with many maple trees on both sides, and the trees are full of red maple leaves. Walking on such a small path, it seems like you have entered a fairy tale world far away from the world.

The beautiful campus scenery in front of me was like a picture-like environment. Thinking that I would spend my year of tutoring in such a beautiful campus and use my passionate youth to write the bright future, Xiyao couldn't help but feel a sense of heroism. If it weren't for the many classmates who were rushing around me, I would have a desire to whistle to the sky and feel fiercely, and recite Yue Wumu's "Manjianghong".

"Classmate, can you help?" Just as Xiye looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and was fascinated by the time he was in love, a crisp and sweet voice sounded behind him.

Nishino looked back and saw a girl who was about 1.63 meters tall, dressed simply, looked pretty and had a little dark skin. The girl was carrying a large backpack, and a large khaki travel bag and a heavy-looking navy blue suitcase at her feet.

The girl's face turned slightly red and covered with fine beads of sweat. She must have brought these things in from outside alone.

"Are you a freshman? Do you go to report first or bring your stuff to the dormitory first?" Nishino Sulai is a kind-hearted person, let alone helping a girl with something is just a small task.

"No, I'm here to tutor. I just read it in the publicity board at the school gate. I'm in Class 2, Wen and live in Building 401, Building 1, Girls' Dormitory. It's really hard to carry these things on the fourth floor alone, so..." The girl was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm also a senior high school student, and I'm just free. You said just now that you are in Class 2 of Wen? Such a coincidence? We are still classmates in the same class. My name is Nishino, so please help me in the future." Nishino took the suitcase lever from the girl's hand, and then prepared to carry the big travel bag.
Chapter completed!