Bury the dust in the past

The day is cold, two thick clothes still can not resist the cold from the north.

I was still buried in my homework in the classroom, and occasionally a yellowed list fell out of the math book. I looked at my own writing when I was a child crooked, asked that special taste, I think of little C little Z.

Little C He and little Z are my "comradesin arms" who practiced abacus arithmetic with me in primary school. They are both humorous and make me cheerful and optimistic. I have a strange dependence on them.

At that time, it was less than ten days before the Spring Festival. The students were all enjoying their winter vacation, traveling, new clothes, setting off firecrackers... None of this seems to be with us. Yes, I, little C, little Z, was still sitting in the classroom, stretching out my cold, senseless hand and moving the abacus. Old L sat alone in the corner, giving us finished revised list, he held a red pen in one hand, one hand holding a half-burned cigarette, with the cracked hand to draw a hook hook fork fork. He sometimes condensate eyebrow smoke, spit out a smoke ring, looking at the smoke ring, I can not help but think of this is the last time before the year special training, think of the red New Year's money......

Only feel a pain in the waist, suddenly look, small Z nervously looked at me. I knew I was dreaming. I smiled awkwardly at him and sped up my hand. The old L stood up and said: "This play is not too good, play a again, after finishing can go home, play a good list on the table, I have something, go first!" When I heard the news, I, Z, and C were relieved at the same time. Old L still maintained his usual forceful character, said to leave. Look at me and small Z frown, small C thought for a moment: "just three of us a play addition and subtraction, a play multiplication, a play division, and finally copy each other!" Hearing this, my little heart and liver slightly shiver, old L fierce I know, if he knew... But the temptation to go home was still strong, so the three of us worked together. Five minutes later, we finished the three sheets. In order not to let the old L find out, we sometimes wrote one or two wrong on purpose. Finally, of course, he went home triumphant.

As a result, after the school started, old L still knew that we three copied. My heart thumped. I stole a glance at little C and Little Z, who were quite calm, and looked at their eyes and I was relieved. The result is naturally the old L fat beat, three people cry out in pain, the old L laugh. He said he thought we were arguing, but...

I smiled even more at the thought. After graduation, Little C and Little Z went to a high school in our town. And I went to a place nearly 100 kilometers from town. The connection between them also gradually diminished, the two figures also faded out of my sight. This National Day, little C called me and said, "L, where are you? Will you come back for National Day?" My heart was shocked, asked: "What, miss elder brother?" Instead, a rustling sound came from the other end of the line. I listen to the voice, eyes gradually wet, it is the sound of the abacus. The voice that had disgusted me was now pleasing to the ear. "Yeah, boys miss you." Listening to him, I dare not answer and I do not know how to answer, because my country is going to travel. With tears in my eyes, I said hoarsely, "Maybe." Then hang up the phone, the heart seems to be what gripped.

As a result, National Day I still did not go back.

I slowly looked up to the north. I knew it was impossible to see the town at a glance in Guizhou. A mountain blocked my view not far away. But he can not be my thoughts, it has already returned to the town.

The night was getting late, the wind was blowing, and the chill was growing stronger. But my heart is very warm, because the wind contains their thoughts for me.