"Fujian" Pippi

Literary Youth, Aestheticism and Short Love

Work | Youth on the Table

Author | Piero

Column | Campus Literature

Source | dedicated mailbox for submission

September rain, dark sky, let my youth have a faint ripple!

That year, I was nineteen. You know, a boy of 19 always has many fantasies about beauty at this age. I long for a bright future and hope to have a beautiful love. I got it, but I also lost it. I turned the memory of that year into a beautiful painting, hidden in the fragments of memory.

My name is Lin Meng. The forest is two trees holding hands together, and the dream is that I enjoy the beauty brought by this forest in the sunset. Sometimes, when I introduce myself, I always say this. But many people think my words are too unrealistic, so everyone doesn't respect my self-introduction.

Only she, she has a faint affection for my introduction that deviates from reality. She took the initiative to pursue me, and I didn't refuse much, so I naturally put it down.

We study together in a university. Although this university is called diploma workshop, it can also keep people from losing their jobs on the streets after work. I am a simple boy, and I have no strong ambition for many careers. I just want to live quietly in this world. Like me, she doesn't have so much desire for many things, but she just likes to be attached to me.

In 2020, there was a great plague and schools were closed. The so-called flowers of the motherland are also protected in the warm garden and can't attend classes. I took online courses for several months. She doesn't seem very interested in these online courses. She calls me or chats with me every time she takes an online class.

She said that we should spend this extraordinary year together and let these ordinary moments converge into extraordinary memories. Hmm! We have been chatting freely and enjoying our youth. During those four months, we almost neglected our studies. As for me, I passed the exam smoothly. But she failed the course and missed many professional courses.

Occasionally she asks me, if I fail, will you accompany me?

I don't know how to answer, I think, but it's hard to say. I said, why don't I review with you and make sure you pass.

She shook her head and said, no! You don't love me.

That day, she was angry. No matter how to call her, she didn't answer, so she didn't talk about WeChat.

A little separation, sadness filled us both. I tasted the cold war for the first time. It seems that this feeling is not as painful as many movies and music say, only a touch of sadness and inner emptiness.

The next day, she sent me a WeChat on her own initiative. She said, are you still angry?

At that time, I suddenly felt that all the flowers in the world were in bloom. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. I replied, no.

She said, I want you to accompany me to review the make-up exam, and I want to sit in the school library with you to review. You help me talk about a series of topics and buy me my favorite milk tea.

I said, all right! No matter when, I will accompany you.

The epidemic slowly disappeared as promised. In September, our school was on the normal track and it was time to start school.

In the first few days of school, we were very busy and tired. However, being able to be with her again in the long-lost campus and breathe the breath of youth together, I really want to stick to it.

The make-up exam is on the fourth day of school. In those days, we were almost immersed in the library. There are many topics to brush in every professional course, so I can only help her reduce the burden constantly. Sometimes we brush the questions together, and we can't help laughing when we brush them. We like this feeling, that feeling is so full.

It took me many years to understand that the beauty of a university is not to enjoy it blindly, but to work hard, experience and go. ...

On the fourth day, it was dark and raining in Mao Mao. Clouds, it is rare that the weather in September can meet a cold light rain.

She naively told me with chopsticks when eating, if, I mean, if I fail, I will ignore you, and I will just pick a schoolmate to fall in love with me.

I patted her hand and said, I won't allow you to lie. I'm sure I will. You will always be my girlfriend.

She smiled happily.

I said, do you have your student ID card, ID card and pencil?

She praised me with her stationery bag. She said, I'm ready for all this. I'm not as forgetful as you men.

The light rain gently hit me and her face. We walked slowly in the misty rain on campus. At that moment, I thought a lot. Time stays here, but the pace of time will not stop because of someone. Can only move forward aimlessly, ignorant and fearless.

In the stepped classroom of the school, the door has been opened. I sent her to the classroom and sat on her desk carefully.

I said, take out your hand.

She asked curiously what had happened.

I said, I have magical powers. Putting a magic in your hand can make you stand out in the exam.

She said, really?

I nodded my head.

She took out her palm doubtfully, and I wrote three words in her palm.

She said, really?

I said, yes.

The exam began, and I stood outside the classroom. Look at her holding the paper, watching her bend her head and make it carefully, and watching her smile at me.

I don't know what to say, I just cherish this moment. At some point, I hope we are really like what the book says.

That day, I was surprisingly quiet. I don't know why. Looking at her, I really just want to have a long dream under two trees. I said to myself, Lin Meng, Lin Meng, you too. ......

University in misty rain, silver sky. The youth that I can't go back has been spreading in my memory.

After every exam, she would run out quickly and say to me, I think I can pass, and I won't repeat the grade. I just laughed.

I said, I've done magic, of course you can.

Finally, she asked me, how long are these three words valid!

I said, hope is forever, and now I just want you to be good all my life.

All right!

Once again, I wrote "Trust me" on her hand.

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Piero, from Fuzhou, Fujian. I like writing some novels and essays. I have published some works on Douban.