The day of the college entrance examination finally came. It hit me on the head like a heavy punch, making me dizzy. The exam is nervous, but also focused, focused and nervous. After that, it's exhaustion. Every game is more tiring, each time pushing the body and spirit to the peak together, followed by a slump of listlessness.
The last exam is over, relaxed, all the cells in the body are opened at once, breathing heavily the oxygen that the body has owed for the past three years.
I sat on the bus going home. Looking at all kinds of people in the car, I don't think they will understand the students' feelings at this time. When we came, we were nervous, looking at people with tense nerves; when we left, it was a pile of mud, except for the skeleton that could not be dissolved, the rest all disappeared and drifted away.
Tiredness, indescribable tiredness, and the nerves were provoked by a kind of relieved excitement, making it impossible for the tiredness to rest peacefully. At this moment, there is a sense of being released from prison.
Three years, three years only for this exam. It's too heroic and tragic for ten years of cold windows.
I pulled the curtain aside. The farmland, buildings, and trees outside the car whizzed by and passed by in a flash. The past three years have passed so easily.
Going home this time is a farewell to my classmates. After the last exam, I came out, and they were all waiting in a woods outside the school.
None of the big guys left early, and they got together at the end. Everyone understands that there will be many people who have not had the opportunity to apply for volunteers, and this gathering will be the last time.
The buddies hugged each other and patted each other's arms. Those who feel that the exam is in good condition can still laugh a few times while talking, and those who feel that the exam has failed are kept silent, silent, quietly watching the other rubbing people in the distance.
Remember the scene when we came?
The location of the college entrance examination is arranged in the city center, and it takes more than an hour to drive from the town to the city. In the special period of "SARS", the examination room must strictly control the body temperature. The school arranged to go to the guest house in the city two days in advance.
There was a farewell party the night before leaving. The students who have been tired for so many years can finally vomit their depression, and at the end of the collective chorus, they also feel the misery of breaking up.
The next day, I stayed silently in the classroom all morning. In the afternoon, take the bus to Xinfu City. When we got there, it was already dark. A tall building stood in front of me in the darkness.
There are four small beds in one room, thick two-layer sponge cushions, covered with white sheets. Going up it is like falling into the sea, and half of your body will sink into it. I have never slept in such a comfortable bed.
The lights came on, and two long lamp sticks illuminated the room like it was daytime. Open the window, and the cucurbit flute music can be heard from the tall building opposite, it seems to have never stopped. It's been that rhythm over and over again.
The night sky of the city is black, as if there is always fog, covering the stars, leaving only a hazy red moon.
The neon lights on the tall buildings opposite are shining brightly. The fiery red lights marked the subtitles, "Ginza", "Department Store Building", "Hexiang Hotel", "Fafa Store".
On a bustling road, the tall street lamps glowed with a dim yellow light. There is a row of fences in the center of the road, and the traffic on both sides, the uniform red light is the rear of the car, and the uniform white light is the headlights. The car is gone, but these dots of red and white light move forward. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com