Last night, I talked with my cousin about his recent grades and the issue of school conduct.

This boy, who is in his first year of high school and is fifteen years old, is already 178cm tall but only weighs 110 pounds. He resists holding his guitar and sits at the computer desk with his back curled up, thinking that I can’t see him. He frowned, rolled his eyes, and looked impatient, even though he had taken a trip to Hainan Island during the summer vacation, coupled with ten days of military training, received the baptism of bright sunshine, and tanned himself so much that he could run directly to the African people. embrace.

There is an age difference of seven years between him and me. When he was born when I was seven years old, just entering elementary school, the family was filled with the joy of a new life. My grandpa racked his brains and tore through my Xinhua dictionary, so he gave him a domineering name. There is a dragon character in the name, which means that he will be able to flourish and thrive in the future, and he has high hopes for it.

I watched him crawl and walk, and follow me and call me sister. He transformed from a small chocolate-colored dumpling into a long bamboo pole the color of briquettes. Time flies by, he grows up, and I get old.

If it weren’t for my aunt calling me last night, complaining to me with tears and runny noses, saying that my cousin violated discipline and contradicted the teacher during evening self-study at school, and was sent home as a result. The punishment was He was not allowed to study in the evenings for two weeks, and waited until he could reflect at home before going back. Little did I know that he would turn out like this, but it was also expected.

My cousin is studying in a key high school in the city. He has been very busy with his homework in the first year of high school. He has not been able to study in the evening for two weeks. My aunt is afraid that he will miss the class and will not be able to keep up in the future. Although my aunt was very anxious, the person involved was very calm and disapproving, so I turned into a red-faced lobbyist.

After I turned 18, I went to a university far away, and came back during the winter and summer vacations. Our family would still have dinner at my grandpa’s house, but it was a hasty gathering. The family was huge, and there were three aunts and six wives talking all over the place. He talks a lot, and sometimes it's hard for me to even say a few words to him. Even if I do, it's not painful or painful.

When I came to my cousin’s house, my aunt was cooking, chopping ribs in the kitchen, and there was a banging sound. My aunt’s eyes signaled that my cousin was in the room and asked me to talk to him.

I knocked on the door and went in. The first thing I saw was the drum set that stretched across the entire corner, as long as an adult and as tall as a child. The electric bass and guitar took up most of the space in the room. I couldn't help but marvel:

Wow, where did you buy so many musical instruments? Are you going to form a band?

You take care of me!

I walked up to him. The computer was playing a video on how to teach myself guitar. I glanced at it and answered him without hesitation.

Okay, I don’t care, then tell me, are you still going to college?

Of course I will read it. He answered matter-of-factly.

Do you read? In your current state of idleness, do you still want to go to college?

No way!

I heard that you were sent home by your teacher?

Why is it so unpleasant to be sent home? It was xxx (the name of his class teacher) who didn’t like me, so he asked me to come back. It was just the right time to come back, and I didn’t want to go to evening self-study.

What? You don’t want to go to school yet. The first year of high school is the time to lay the foundation. If you don’t study hard now, it will be very hard for you in the third year of high school. Teacher Balabala is doing it for you. If you have this attitude, no wonder the teacher bothers you when he sees you. I called the parents to pick up the baby. Isn’t it embarrassing? Balabala, I thought your sister and I came here like this back then, and you want to follow in my footsteps.

Self-proclaimed, when I was his age, what I hated most were those who used the experience of their elders to persuade younger generations. The older I got, the more I unknowingly became the person I hated the most when I was young)

Or do you prefer to go to technical school? If you can't pass the exam, it's not bad to go to a technical school and learn a trade. At least you can support yourself.

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What is yours? Ingenuity? You are just a little smart and always think you are right, and you will hit a brick wall in the future! You think that the accumulation of knowledge comes from the sky. It will be too late when you work hard in your senior year of high school. Others will run away. If you take a chance now, you will regret it when you take the college entrance examination. (This paragraph was caught by my class teacher while I was reading a novel in my second year of high school. She took her to the office and disciplined me for an hour, and then I brought it out unchanged.)

I don’t want to be one of those nerdy high school students. .

Then what do you want to do? Be an art student? But this is also a way out. Being an art student is very hard, can you endure it? Once you become an art student, your grades in professional courses will have to be made up, and your grades in cultural courses will definitely be lost. (My cousin got good grades in cultural classes, and I know he is unwilling to give up.)

Why don’t you worry about me? As long as I can pass the exam in the end.

Is it because you have never experienced setbacks that you are so confident?

Yes, you have suffered a lot of setbacks, you are very successful, you are in college, you graduated soon, but you have not found an internship, what qualifications do you have to say to me, you said you have the qualifications in college What is it for? !

I was speechless. (Who told him this?!) In order not to lose momentum and maintain the dignity of a senior sister, I asked him again.

What’s the use of not going to college? !

I have, I have dreams and thoughts!

Okay, what are your dreams and fantasies? Tell me about them?

If I don’t tell you, you won’t understand anyway.

I was silent, and so was he. I began to think that my aunt's decision to come to me to persuade him was a mistake, because I couldn't figure out what he was thinking now. I was already thinking like a half-society person, and the things I considered were all within the scope of how to survive better. And he may still have dreams and run all the way to the stage where he is not afraid of the dark. I know that the discussion between me and him has collapsed.

It is said that if you want to communicate with adolescent children, you must enter their world. Obviously many people stumbled through this world, but when we grow up, we forget how to go back to that world. road.

I took a few deep breaths, fearing that my donkey temper and his donkey temper would collide with fierce sparks. After all, he was no longer a child. If he wanted to fight, I would definitely not be his opponent. I try to start from other aspects.

When did you start playing guitar?

The third year of junior high school.

No wonder I failed in the high school entrance examination.

Again, if this is the case I won’t say anything.

Okay, I won’t say anything anymore, you tell me what you want.

He slowly talked about how he spent a lot of pocket money to buy guitars and other instruments. I talked about the time when I went to the countryside during my freshman and junior years and played and sang on the rooftop with my captain and a few teammates in the middle of the night. situation, our conversation moved in a strange and harmonious direction.

I asked him again what the dreams and fantasies he just mentioned were. He still hesitated for a while, but his attitude was not as decisive as before, and he discussed the terms with me.

Okay, I said, but you are not allowed to laugh, and you are not allowed to tell others, including my parents.

I nodded and swore with three fingers to show my sincerity.

I like music.

Hmm.

I want to be a singer, the kind who sings in bars or wanders around.

Hmm.

I want to travel all over China, I want to go out and see, and if I have the chance, I also want to travel around the world.

Hmm.

I was speechless again. At the age of fifteen, he already had definite goals and pursuits for his future and started planning. He was so thoughtful. And what was I doing when I was fifteen, reading stupid youth novels and watching stupid idol dramas? Struggling to prepare for the high school entrance exam? I forgot that I don’t have such a big goal anyway. I guess the biggest goal is to get into high school. After I get into high school, my biggest goal is to get into college. Now that I’m about to graduate from college, I have no goals.

At the age of fifteen, he taught himself guitar and electric bass. He just got a drum set recently and is not very proficient at it yet. It is also a bit of a nuisance because his family lives on the seventh floor of the community. So he planned to move into an old warehouse that belonged to his fellow music-loving classmates. He actually likes those instructional videos on guitar, bass, and drums that I think are so boring that they can make people sleepy. He can watch them with gusto.

I know that he can play basketball, and he also has a fanatical love for basketball. He often invites boys in his class to play basketball on weekends. I also like to swim, that’s why my skin is so evenly dark. His academic performance is not bad, but he is a bit stubborn and doesn't talk much. Girls his age may think he is cool. He is still tall. At this rate, I think he is not bad in the class and may be very popular.

In the end, I was quite gossipy and glanced at the door of the room. My aunt was not eavesdropping, so I asked him in a coquettish manner:

Hey, is there any girl who has a crush on you? Or send you a love letter, or are you already dating?

He gave me a look that was a little speechless, a little disdainful, a little embarrassed, a little bit stupid as quickly as possible, and said:

Crazy!

Hey, you two are out for dinner. We answered, and he stood up, put down his guitar, and walked to the kitchen. I followed him. He was now more than a head and a half taller than me. I never knew when he started to grow taller. I watched him grow taller not bit by bit, as if overnight, like mushrooms sprouting after a rain. The bamboo shoots will eventually turn into hard bamboo. He came so fast that all the flesh was gone. In my memory, the tender, round and fleshy face began to have the clear edges and corners of a man, his eyes became lively, and there were tiny fuzz on his lips. Alas, Youth, youth is so beautiful.

After dinner in the evening, while washing the dishes, I reported the situation to my aunt, so that she didn’t have to be too nervous. My cousin had his own ideas. Boys at this age cannot be forced, and he has to wake up on his own. My aunt nodded doubtfully, perhaps even more curious about how I ended up on the same side as my cousin after just one conversation.

When I was leaving to say goodbye to my cousin, I had to stand on tiptoes and pat him on the shoulder to let him take care of himself, and I pretended to be someone who had been through it all and spoke sincerely.

I went downstairs, picked up my bicycle, and rode home using the street lights. The street lights were like isolated islands. They never met or intersected. They stood upright. Occasionally, there were Some are not bright, or light up in particularly strange colors. But what does it matter, because they can still bring light to the night and peace of mind to those who travel forward.

When I was in the third grade of junior high school, there was a chubby guy in my class who wore glasses. He was a bit mean and had a rough mouth. Girls didn’t like him, and my best friend hated him to the extreme. , in her words, she hates it to the core. Because he sits behind my best friend, whether in class or after class, he always messes with her hair and clothes for no reason. After so many years, my best friend always gnashes her teeth when she talks about him and wants to drag him to humane destruction.

However, during the summer vacation a year ago, Xiaopang spent two months hitchhiking (hitchhiking) to Tibet. After that, he added me on WeChat and chatted with me all night. He said, you always think I have a venomous mouth, that's because I have low self-esteem, a fat man, and don't want to be bullied, so I have to arm myself so that you don't hurt me. At that time, I really liked xxx (my best friend’s name), but I didn’t dare to confess, but I couldn’t restrain my desire to attract her attention.

I asked him, do you still like her now? The little fat guy came over with a mean and evil smile. I was about to type something to say that my best friend now has a boyfriend, so he shouldn’t think too much about it, but he typed faster than me, and then he sent another sentence, I have a girlfriend.

After I added him, I looked at his posts on Moments. I can see that Xiaopang is no longer the chubby he used to be. He has grown taller, his figure has become slender, and his fat has turned into muscles, although he can’t tell that he is fat. , but he is definitely tall and strong, and he is now a person who holds a national scholarship of 8,000 yuan every year and serves as the president of the student union in the school.

His WeChat signature has always been from Jack Ma’s speech on college students’ entrepreneurship. That famous saying on the Internet, you still have to have dreams, what if they come true?