There Is No Second Summer in Fengli

On September 1, 2005, Fengli Middle School opened. There are two rows of green mango trees at the school gate with drooping leaves, and the cicadas are making people upset. The classroom of Class One and Class Two was noisy. The desks were crooked and "Welcome New Students" was crookedly written in chalk on the blackboard. Yang Xiaodong was sitting in the third row from the bottom by the window. He was drawing little figures on the textbook cover with his head lowered and a ballpoint pen. His mother bought him a new schoolbag last night, with two packs of "Dali Garden" egg yolk pies stuffed in it for recess lunch. He is not tall, his skin is a bit dark, and his smile shows a row of uneven teeth. The class teacher, surnamed Wu, was in his forties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a white-washed short-sleeved shirt. He walked in with a pile of materials under his arm, and the classroom was half quiet for an instant. "Quiet, quiet, everyone find your place and sit down." Teacher Wu slapped the materials on the podium, causing chalk dust to rise. The girls in the first two rows frowned and fanned themselves with their hands. "My name is Wu Guodong, and I am your class teacher. I teach mathematics. Now the roll call will begin. The students whose names are read will stand up and let's get to know each other." "Chen Zhiqiang." "Arrived!" "Li Weimin." "Arrived!" Yang Xiaodong didn't pay much attention to it. This was the process every year since school started. His eyes wandered around the classroom. He was actually familiar with this classroom. He had been here during the summer vacation to make up for classes. A piece of the wall had fallen off, there were two pools of yellow water stains on the ceiling, and one of the window glass had cracks and was covered with transparent tape. "Wang Yanni." A girl stood up from the second row. Yang Xiaodong's pen tip paused. Wang Yanni wears a ponytail and uses a light blue hair tie. When she stood up, the early September sunshine slanted through the window and hit the side of her face. There was a small mole on her earlobe and her neck was very white. She was wearing white short-sleeves and jeans. They were very ordinary clothes, but they were clean and comfortable to look at. She said "come" in a low voice and quickly sat down. Teacher Wu continued to read the name, but Yang Xiaodong didn't hear a word. His heart was beating fast. It was a feeling he had never felt before, like something bumping around in his chest, which made him panic a little. This is something inexplicable. Before that, his life only consisted of the Bully game console, the "Dragon Ball" comics, and kicking cans after school with the boys from the next class in the open space behind the school. To him, girls are a bunch of troublesome creatures who like to complain, cry easily, and always worry about who can jump first when jumping rubber bands. But things are different now. After Wang Yanni sat down, she turned her head and whispered to the girl at the same table, curved her mouth and showed a little smile. Yang Xiaodong looked at her side face and was stunned for a while. The little figure in the textbook was crooked and a line grew when her arms were stretched out, but he didn't even notice. The boy sitting next to him is named Huang Wenbin. He is his classmate in elementary school. The two of them have a good relationship. Huang Wenbin bumped him with his elbow: "Are you stupid? The teacher is looking at you." "Huh?" "Roll roll, Yang Xiaodong, I'm calling you." Yang Xiaodong stood up suddenly and pushed his chair back with a harsh sound. "Arrived!" It was so loud that the whole class laughed. Teacher Wu glanced at him over the lenses of her glasses, said nothing, and continued reading. Yang Xiaodong sat down with a blush on his face, his heart beating faster. He didn't dare to raise his head, fearing that others would laugh at him, and that someone would notice his embarrassment. What was even more fearful was that he subconsciously glanced at the second row. Wang Yanni didn't look back at all. She was flipping through the textbook with her head down, her ponytail hanging on her shoulders, and the end of her hair was slightly curled. After school that afternoon, Yang Xiaodong pushed his bicycle out of the school gate. He did not compete with Huang Wenbin as usual to see who could ride to the big banyan tree first. Huang Wenbin straddled the car and called him: "Are you leaving?" "You go first, my car is broken." Huang Wenbin looked at his car: "Did it fall?" "... You go first." Huang Wenbin left with a baffled look on his face. Yang Xiaodong pushed the cart slowly out of the school gate, walked to the mango tree at the school gate, and saw her at a glance. Wang Yanni stood beside the telephone pole outside the school gate, as if waiting for someone. The schoolbag was slung on one shoulder, and he held a 50-cent pack of "Mimi Shrimp Crackers" in his hand, eating it in small bites, his ponytail swaying gently in the wind. Yang Xiaodong stopped and stood behind the mango tree, pretending to be working on the car lock. His fingers fiddled with the lock repeatedly for three minutes, and even he felt that it would be too fake to continue. He secretly glanced up at her, wondering who she was waiting for. The answer came quickly. The roar of a motorcycle engine came from the corner of the street. The sound was very loud, like the muffled sound of a deliberately modified exhaust pipe. A black "Prince" motorcycle turned out of the alley, with two people sitting on it. The rider on the bike was a young man who looked to be four or five years older than them. His hair was a bit long and dyed yellow. He was wearing a floral shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a tattoo. The pattern could not be seen clearly. It was probably a dragon or something. The boy sitting in the back seat was about the same age as the cyclist. He held a cigarette in his hand and wore his school uniform open, revealing a black T-shirt with English letters printed on it. He was wearing a pair of white pull-back shoes, which were already very fashionable in Fengli Town at the time. The motorcycle stopped in front of Wang Yanni. The boy in the back seat jumped out of the car, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and smiled at Wang Yanni. "How long have you been waiting?" "In a moment." Wang Yanni handed over the bag of shrimp crackers, "Would you like to eat?" "If you don't want to eat, let's go." The boy took her schoolbag naturally and threw it on his shoulder. Wang Yanni is not short, but standing next to him, she only reaches his chin. She raised her head and said something to him, and smiled, the kind of smile that Yang Xiaodong had never seen in the classroom - her eyes were crooked, and her whole body lit up. The motorcycle drove away with another roar. Wang Yanni sat in the back seat, her hands on the boy's waist, her ponytail blown up by the wind, and she disappeared around the corner. Yang Xiaodong stood there, watching the plume of green smoke emitted from the motorcycle's exhaust pipe slowly dissipate. He knew that boy. Zhang Hanqin, from Class 3, Grade 3. Everyone in Fengli Middle School knows him. He is the kind of character that every school has - his grades are a mess, but he is good at basketball and handsome. His family seems to have opened a motorcycle repair shop in the town. He can ride a motorcycle. He drives in and out of the school gate every day, and the teacher turns a blind eye. He is always accompanied by a few social friends. Among them is a man riding a black Prince motorcycle named Chen Huaxi. He is a few years older than him and is no longer a student, but he often appears at the school gate. Yang Xiaodong lowered his head, kicked the car support, stepped on the car and pedaled twice before igniting the car and riding away. Going back to his home from Fengli Middle School, he had to pass through an old street, with stalls selling groceries and vegetables on both sides. The ground was always wet, and the air was mixed with the smell of fish and fried dough sticks. Yang Xiaodong rode through the street with Jay Chou's "Qili Xiang" playing in his headphones. It was a pirated tape he bought with his pocket money. He put it into his dad's old Walkman that had been discarded and listened to it over and over again throughout the summer vacation. "The sparrows outside the window are talkative on the telephone poles." He didn't sing along as usual. When he got home, his mother was cooking in the kitchen, and his father hadn't gotten off work yet. Yang Xiaodong threw his schoolbag on the bed and lay on his back looking at the ceiling. There is a poster of "Dragon Ball" on the ceiling. Sun Wukong is holding a vitality bomb, and next to it is a crooked dog he drew with a crayon when he was a child. He turned over and covered his face with a pillow. There was a smell of laundry detergent on the pillow. It was his mother's new Diao brand laundry detergent. The September day was very hot, and the fan was whirring. Yang Xiaodong opened his eyes under the pillow, and all he could think of was Wang Yanni standing under the mango tree. She was holding Mimi shrimp crackers in her hand, and her ponytail was swaying in the wind. She smiled at Zhang Hanqin, her eyes curved like crescent moons. He thought for a long time and finally figured out something. He likes Wang Yanni. This is the first time in his thirteen years of life that he has truly fallen in love with a girl. He didn't know what to do, didn't know who to talk to, and didn't know when this feeling of tightness in his chest and restlessness would subside. He didn't even know that it would hurt if he liked someone. The cicadas outside were screaming loudly, and his mother called him three times in the kitchen to eat. Yang Xiaodong didn't answer. Intention: Wang Yanni loves Zhang Hanqin