Duan Juan staggered into the front door of our classroom in the drowsy morning of the third year of high school, as if holding back a great courage. The head teacher changed the seriousness of the past. After a few simple words, she said to Duan Juan, who had been keeping her head down, "Introduce yourself." She raised her head, revealing a huge bruise on her cheekbones, and said in a faint voice: "My name is Duan Juan."
Duan Juan was thin and small, and was assigned to sit next to the podium. She seldom talks to people, spends most of her time burying her face in a heavy book, and often walks with her head down, walking through the bustling crowd by staring at her feet.
One night, on a whim, when the school bell rang at 10 o'clock, I took out an English test paper, timed myself, and immersed myself in it. When I looked up again, at 11:25, in the bright and spacious classroom, besides me, there was also Duan Juan. I squinted and stared at her back for a while, until her outline became blurred in my field of vision, as if it had been gilded by the lamp overhead.
After I packed my things, I passed by Duan Juan's seat and asked her, "Would you like to go home together?" She was obviously very surprised at my appearance, and nodded gently. We walked side by side in the night, the wind was so strong that people just walked fast and didn't have time to talk. Occasionally, a whistle in the distance suddenly broke the peace. Later, we tacitly walked through many such nights together. From her small and sad words, I learned that her father was a long-term drinker, and when he was drunk, he liked to smash things at home and hurt her. The body also smashed away her mother.
The silent night has a unique charm, as if it can silently swallow all the small sufferings in the world. I often sit still in a daze, while Duan Juan rolls up her cuffs and leaves the wound exposed to the air, then peels off the scab little by little, watching the blood seep out and spread along the skin texture, exchanging fine pains to fate With this gorgeous fireworks that only you can see, small but bright.
In the final sprint stage of the college entrance examination, Duan Juan studied with all her might. She firmly believed that the college entrance examination was her only way out. I looked into her eyes several times, and found that there was a lot of desire for victory mixed with this full of haggard. However, what everyone did not expect was that she fell ill on the eve of the college entrance examination with a high fever, and dragged her tired body to the examination room the next day, and finally lost.
It was still a dark night, Duan Juan was sitting on the steps with her back bent, looking like she had a pair of curled wings. She murmured with tears in her eyes: "I can't go to Beijing anymore, I can't see my mother, I've been chasing the 'train' for so long and I still missed it." I reached out and stroked her back gently, she choked She held back her tears and sat stiffly on the spot, her blood seemed to have coagulated.
Sad voices came from all directions. In the end, Duan Juan did not choose to repeat her studies. She went to a not-so-good university. For a long time later, she was silent, as if the world had evaporated, and together with her past, she fell into the sea like a grain of sand.
Until some time ago, I unexpectedly received a message from Duan Juan, and we made an appointment to meet.
On the day I met Duan Juan, she raised her head slightly, her long curly hair was scattered on her shoulders in a proper arc, and she walked towards me firmly and waved with me. I was taken aback for a moment, then responded to her with a smile. She became a lot more cheerful. I learned that she will go to Shanghai to continue her postgraduate studies soon. Although she did not choose Beijing in the end, the savings she has saved after studying in the past few years have been enough to travel to Beijing many times.
We talked a lot about the past, and talked about those silent nights. Duan Juan said with a smile: "I was very different back then." "Is the university going well?" problem.
"Actually, when I first went to college, I was still alone for a long time. Because almost no one would study seriously, everyone knew that it was just a temporary shelter before stepping into society." Duan Juan stared at He looked up at the air, revealing a small piece of clear white eyes, and continued, "However, I still insist on what I want to do, expand myself to adapt to this new, multi-dimensional competition arena, get up early, keep reading, and start Fitness... When I slowly climbed up, I met people who also wanted to make life textured."
"Life is wonderful, you don't know when you will break out of the cocoon, I can only keep working hard and see when fate is moved by you and give you a golden key." I clenched Duan Juan's hand and responded with a firm look.
Duan Juan nodded lightly and said, "Fortunately, I didn't deny the value of hard work because I missed that 'train'. I'm afraid of what a long way to go. Going further is a step of joy." Her voice was soft, in my ear Circling for a long time.
I stared at Duan Juan, her skin was a little dark, but her eyes were very firm, like wild fungi that grew recklessly after a storm, growing in dead trees and buried in a lush jungle, but this environment was harsh and unhealthy. At first glance, it gave her the courage not to succumb to fate. This shock can be conveyed to me with a powerful force without any words.
It was a windy afternoon. The cold wind from the north swept the fallen leaves and gave them a new way to return. They withered and fell, restricted by the stones, and blown away by the cold wind.
Humans are not like this. Few people can live casually and have the ability to overcome difficulties all the way. We have tasted the joys and sorrows, and the pain that life has brought us. We are in a hurry and busy. But fortunately, we have the opportunity to make mistakes, the status quo that can be changed, the anticipation that gleams with tears, and the people worth working hard for and the dreams surging in the dark night.
