Mint (Deng Anqing)

She is inconspicuous in the classroom. She often sits in the fourth position in the fifth row, and the first three positions are her roommates. Before class, they gathered around to talk, finely, like white millet scattered in the mud. When it was her turn to speak, the shallow dimples in her mouth were exposed and her voice was small. As she spoke, she pursed her lips and looked at the speaker with her eyes

Teachers never raise their hands to answer questions. When the other students who were called up answered, she put the gel pen on the edge of the notebook and scanned the window. Qi Er's hair was blown by the fan on the ceiling. While combing her hair, she took notes with a pen.

I like answering questions. I raise my hand as soon as the teacher's question falls. Later, the students formed a habit that whenever the teacher asked questions, they would turn to look at me. Too many times, I'm a little embarrassed and worried that I'm too pushy. Once in an ancient literature class, the teacher asked Meng Haoran what poems he had written in Xiangyang. There is a sound of turning pages in the classroom. I know the answer, but I put my hand on the table and refused to lift it. At this time, the classroom fell into an awkward silence. The teacher was used to me raising my hand, and suddenly I raised my hand, and he was a little embarrassed. A classmate stabbed me with a pen: "You lift it quickly! Only you can answer this question. "

"Tong Ling, you answer." The teacher chose a name at random from the roster, and I looked it up. She was slightly stunned in her position, and her roommate gave her a push: "I called you!" " "She stood up hurriedly with a gel pen in her hand." Well, this, uh ... "Her other hand combs her hair frequently, and her face is a little red. Seeing this, I immediately raised my hand. The teacher seemed to be saved and said to Tong Ling, "Well, sit down first. Answer this classmate. " Tong Ling looked at me and sat down.

When I was studying by myself last night, I sat in the back and read novels borrowed from the library. She and her roommates sit far away in the front row to read CET-4. She is wearing a light blue coat and a new pink-green hairpin beside her ear. Seeing that I was tired halfway, I went for a walk on the runway outside the teaching building. Our university is in the valley, the moon stops on the ridge behind the teaching building, and the wind blows the faint sound of the pine forest. Walking alone outside, I can't help feeling a little desolate. Looking up at some thin clouds in the sky, her voice came: "What are you looking at?" I turned to look at her and stood behind me. I pointed to the sky and said, "Look how beautiful that cloud is." She looked at me with a smile and then at the sky: "Well, it looks good." At this time, I found something and said, "Are you going back to the dormitory?" She said, "No, I'm going to the supermarket to buy a notebook. Do you want to go with me? "

The supermarket is in the old campus, along the road at the foot of the mountain. The crisp and deafening sound of insects on the mountain, the laughter of couples on the lake across the road, and the jingle of bicycles around us all sounded around us. She walked on my right hand side, quietly, and I couldn't find anything to say at the moment. "Thank you." She suddenly looked up and said. I shook my hand and said, "Nothing, I'm going for a walk anyway." She smiled and said, "That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about answering questions in class." I said, "What's the matter? This is a simple question. " She paused: "No, I can't." Only then did I realize that I had said something wrong and quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that." This time her shoulders trembled with laughter. "You are too serious."

Back to the dormitory, lying in bed, I have been thinking about her. After lights out, roommates will talk for a while as usual. When it comes to the girls in the class, they always focus on the beautiful ones, and no one mentions Tong Ling. This makes me feel at ease. No one speaks well of her, and of course no one speaks ill of her. She is faint among many girls, like a breath of mint, which only I can capture.

Students who plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination rented a house in a village near the school and invited me to jiaozi for dinner. When I bought some fruits to take with me, the room was full of people who planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination in our class. I saw her at a glance. She is going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, I know that. Her major is linguistics, and the university she is going to apply for is a famous university, so it is difficult to take the exam. She has passed CET-6 and CET-2, and has been thinking clearly since she entered the university. Unlike me, I don't want to take these certificates, I just want to read casually.

Jiaozi is really hard to bag. I packed a few fillings, all of which are exposed. She suddenly leaned in, and her face was particularly close to me. I was startled and flashed aside slightly. She didn't notice. The creature with my bag looked at it and said, "Your bag is wrong. I'll teach you. " I leaned over carefully, and her face was in the afterglow of my eyes. I can smell her scent, and her little nose is stained with flour. I almost raised my hand to wipe it off for her, but I didn't. My heart is beating so hard that I'm afraid she can hear me and my body falls back. "Well, that's it. Have you learned? " Her face suddenly disappeared, and her eyes looked at me. I nodded, and she smiled again, continuing to wrap her jiaozi. Although I taught it once, I still didn't understand it at all. She picked up a dumpling wrapper and let me look at it again. She deftly picked up the dumpling skin with her fingers and painted it on her nails with pink nail polish. I made one like hers, and sure enough, she nodded: "You are still quite smart." I smiled and replied, "Master will still teach."

Jiaozi cooked the pot and waited, while everyone sat in the yard chatting. Autumn sunshine is shining on my head, warm and harmonious. On the paulownia tree behind the house, a few birds are chirping and chirping. Above the gloomy mountains, white clouds are blossoming. She sat among a group of female classmates, listening to others with her eyes narrowed, her mouth slightly tilted and she smiled slightly. May feel that I am looking at her. She smiled at me and went to see the speaker again. My heart is pounding, I wonder if her smile has any special meaning.

Jiaozi is ripe, so everyone picks up bowls and begins to eat. I slowly ate the jiaozi in the bowl, which was very hot and I could only chew it bit by bit. She sat by the door, pouting and blowing hot noodle soup, burying her face in the hot air, and couldn't see her face clearly for a moment.

In the first half of her senior year, she almost didn't come to class, and she was bent on preparing for the exam in the postgraduate classroom. Sometimes I can meet her in the canteen. She picked up the rice in an enamel bowl and looked at the English vocabulary dictionary for postgraduate entrance examination.

After the postgraduate entrance examination, my roommates finally mentioned Tong Ling for the first time. That's what my roommate, who is also in the postgraduate entrance examination, said: "Tong Ling failed in the initial test." In this sentence, everyone didn't stop to say a few words, and chatted with other students who didn't get in. I was lying in bed and suddenly wanted to get up at once to find her, or not to call her, but I knew it was in vain. What can I say to her?

As soon as the postgraduate entrance examination is over, we will all graduate from college soon. But not every campus job fair sees Tong Ling. She seems to have disappeared. Met her roommate, pretended to ask casually, and replied that she went to her boyfriend's school.

June arrived, and a week before graduation, the class organized a farewell dinner in a restaurant outside the school. At that time, I had found a job as an advertising copywriter in an advertising company. I rushed there after work at night, and everyone had already eaten. We didn't eat much, and everyone scrambled to propose a toast. At the thought of these classmates, I suddenly went my separate ways, and I couldn't help crying myself. When I turned to look at my classmates at other tables, I saw Tong Ling sitting among my roommates. Her hair hung long over her shoulders and her face became thin and pointed. She leaned her head on her roommate's shoulder, blushing, and tears fell from her face to her chin without wiping them with her hands.

After drinking, we staggered around the campus and sang loudly. The stars in the sky seem to be boiling and drilling straight into my eyes. I vomited several times and walked on the road again. There is a clear smell of trees in the wind, and I breathe heavily. Sending female students to female dormitory, we are no longer so reserved as before, and male and female students embrace each other. I hugged many female classmates and they began to cry again. When I hugged Tong Ling, she looked up at me with a seemingly absent smile. I put her in my arms and put my arms around her thin shoulders. Her body is very hot and smells of wine. Her hand patted me on the shoulder. "Remember to contact me often in the future." I said, "Yeah." I let go and asked, "Did you find a good job?" She smiled and said, "I'm going to take the exam for another year." I nodded: "I'm sure it will work." She said, "Thank you." I want to say more. Her eyes have shifted to the next boy. She hugged him and said, "Remember to contact me often in the future." The hand patted him on the shoulder.