Do it again

He Changhong is a good brother Wang Yu has known for more than ten years. The two single men cherish each other and live in different cities, meeting each other every year. He Changhong dropped out of high school before finishing high school and went to work as a moldmaker on a construction site. He left early and came back late every day. Although the salary was high, it was inevitable that he would suffer from a lot of problems.

"Hello? what?"He Changhong answered the phone with a hint of tiredness.

"are you sleeping?"

"Yes, I just came back to take a nap and take a rest. I will go to work next day when the weather is no longer hot."

"Oh, oh, it was very hard."Wang Yu responded

"Is there anything wrong? I can't sleep without you."He Changhong wrote that he was impatient.

"Don't worry yet, I just want to ask you, do you still remember Songsha?"

"Why did you mention her suddenly?"He Changhong was a little surprised. For a long time, this name was Wang Yu's restricted area. It carried his regret and unwillingness for several years. Only occasionally when Wang Yu mentioned it, He Changhong would talk to him. talk about her

"I just suddenly remembered, you said if we could all go to college, would our lives be very different, would we have more choices, would we"

"Why are you talking about these useless things? He Changhong interrupted Wang Yu's words, a little impatiently,"If you still say that these are not available, I will go to bed.""

Dudududu"

It wasn't until He Changhong hung up the phone that Wang Yu came out of his daze. He sat down at the computer desk, turned on the computer, and pulled out the high school graduation photo that he had treasured for a long time. Looking at the girl's appearance, he gradually became a little tired. Yi, lying on the table, fell asleep

"Wang Yu, get up, don’t sleep, Brother Bao’s class is coming soon."

Wang Yu opened his eyes. The dazzling sunlight scattered from the gaps between his fingers. He slowly opened his eyes, a little dazed. How he wished he woke up and found that he fell asleep in high school class. Everything he has experienced now It was all a dream. The table was covered with your saliva. You told your deskmate that you had a long dream. Your deskmate called you an idiot and told you to listen carefully.

That scene that countless people have fantasized about and dreamed about is really true. Appeared. Wang Yu looked at those familiar classmates, those tables, chairs and benches, those honest and lovely classmates. He turned his head and unconsciously wanted to look for that person, but after looking around, he couldn't find it.

Wang Yu thought in his heart Feeling a little disappointed, he looked at his own desk and ran his fingers through every textbook on the desk.

"We haven’t seen each other for more than ten years, old friends"

"Wang Yu, what did you do to your hands? Whoever pinched them made them bleed."Fan Xiaoming, his deskmate, looked at him and asked

"It's okay, I pinched it myself for fun"

"Jingle Bell"The school bell rang. It was chemistry class, taught by the homeroom teacher, Brother Bao. Brother Bao looked gentle and gentle on the surface, but in fact he was a shady teacher who ate people without spitting out their bones. He specialized in punishing the naughty students in the last two rows of the class. The whole class is afraid of him.

Brother Bao walked into the classroom, put the thermos cup on the podium, flipped through the textbooks, suddenly raised his head and glanced around the classroom, then continued to read the textbooks.

He didn't raise his head until the classroom changed from the bustling sound of grocery shopping to silence."Are some students focused on studying? They are sleeping in class." He glanced at Wang Yu and said,"After school, there is an Internet cafe. Every day I think that studying is Come to play"

"I repeated these few sentences over and over again, and my ears felt numb."I don't know who muttered below. But Brother Bao still caught it keenly.

"You, you come up and talk, I talk at the top and you talk at the bottom, you talk."

The boring chemistry class was flowing quietly in Brother Bao's voice. But Wang Yu's heart couldn't calm down.

He looked at the person on the right by the window, He Changhong, who still looked the same. He hadn't changed after so many years..

He inspected everyone in the class, but did not find Songsha. He looked at the textbook on the table, the first volume of the first grade of high school. He only remembered that Songsha was transferred from school, but he did not remember which period he transferred from. Wang Yu wanted to think about it carefully. Suddenly, a fragment flashed in his mind, like a room with nothing on all sides, surrounded by white cement walls. His head suddenly felt painful, and he cried out in pain.

"Wang Yu, are you okay?"Brother Bao looked at him

"It's okay, Brother Bao, you can continue teaching."

Wang Yu didn't know what was going on. This kind of headache was a pain he had never experienced in his memory in the past twenty-six years. It only hurt for a moment and he started to sweat.