leave this sad place

Chapter 1 Memory Backtracking
Bright morning.

The sun is no longer kind and warm, but hot and vicious.There was a burning pain on the face from the wind cut by the knife.Today is the time to get in the car, and now is the time to go.

A full suitcase, a bulging backpack, walking alone.Why bother to think so much?Why bother to remember the past?What should be forgotten has long been forgotten, and what cannot be forgotten has time to disappear——

But why do you still feel pain?Is this inexplicable pain what I should have?Is it what I will have? !Am I leaving?Shouldn't I be happy?I am finally leaving this land, and finally leaving this place that makes me uncomfortable, sad, and unforgettable.Why am I still hesitating?Why am I still so hesitant, so reluctant?Why is this happening!Why? ! ! !Ouyang Ming looked up out of the car window, his face was extremely calm, but his heart was surging!
The sleeping train slowly woke up, and after a sigh of relief, there was a roar.Ouyang Ming's heart is gradually becoming heavy, just like the rolling Yellow River carrying sediment little by little, maybe it will be another flood in the next rainy season.The scenery outside the window was indifferent and stiff, moving towards the back rigidly.What else is worth remembering?

The dusty sky, the black clouds, whose eyes have been dazzled by a drizzle?Will someone feel dejected and cry alone in this drizzle?Who will know?
When I was sad when I was young, how many times I thought of running away from home. At that time, I was ignorant just to stop being sad.What about this time?How can you really care about leaving this time?In fact, Ouyang Ming knew it himself, leaving this time - I'm afraid it will be difficult to come back again!

The rapidly passing scenery, the rapidly passing time, and the rapidly passing memories.

Putting on the earphones and opening a collection of poems, Ouyang Ming's eyes were gradually becoming blurred, and he looked out the car window hazily, but his face was blank.

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Backtracking in memory, I remember that it was also this season.At that time, he was still so full of vigor, full of confidence, with a warm smile on his face, so optimistic and cheerful!
The hot summer sun is like the shy face of a young girl, healthy and full of youthful enthusiasm.No matter how hot the weather is, it can't stop the youthful hearts of the teenagers.Ouyang Ming happened to be one of them at that time.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"Four!"

"One, two, three, four!" Pairs of cadets in dark green uniforms marched forward in unison under the hysterical shouts of the team leader students.

"stand at attention!"

"Relax, stand at attention!" The rather burly leader ran back to his position.

"Instructor, should we shout slogans too?" A student said dissatisfiedly.

"You, come out, have you reported?" The instructor's eyes were as strict as a knife, and he pointed casually, looking like a peerless swordsman.

"I—" that classmate rolled his eyes, showing a blank stare, a speechless expression, as for what?

"Go, over there, after finishing five push-ups, you can enter the queue!" The instructor ignored the blank eyes and said calmly.

"What?"

"Ten!" The instructor said more casually.

That classmate was full of depression, and ran to the other side to do push-ups with a face of unwillingness.

"Let's discuss the slogan next, and say what comes to mind."

"Report."

"speak."

"Study hard and improve every day!" A boy said with his face flushed.

"Um, this one's not bad either."

"Report."

"speak."

"Instructor, this is too rustic!" Another student said dissatisfiedly, and Ouyang Ming nodded secretly.

The students suddenly burst into laughter, the instructor turned around in astonishment, glanced at the student doing push-ups, and suddenly felt speechless in his heart.I saw that classmate propped his hands on the ground, only his buttocks were moving up and down there, and he was still yelling "four, five" loudly, as if he was afraid that others would not know.

"Did you do that?!" the instructor yelled sharply, raising his sword eyebrows. "Close the hips, use the strength of the arms, and do it again."

"Re-do it again?!" The student's eyebrows were almost knotted, his arms bent, and he lay on the ground like a shellless bastard, unable to get up again.The students laughed again.

"Continue." The instructor was stern as usual.

"Instructor, but—can't you just be the remaining five?" The classmate suggested weakly.

"What do you think?" The instructor raised his eyebrows with a non-negotiable expression.

"Okay, let me take a break then." The classmate glanced at the instructor secretly, saw the instructor staring at him unkindly, and quickly continued: "I really don't have the strength to do it now." After finishing speaking, he still had a bitter face , making a weak look.

"Okay, get up." There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of the instructor's mouth, "As long as you think of a good slogan, you don't have to do it."

"Really?" The classmate stood up straight with a carp.

There was a faint black line on the instructor's forehead, and he looked weak just now, why is he alive again now?With a calm voice, he pulled his face, "Just say it when you think about it, and continue to do push-ups if you don't think about it."

"Work hard and serve the motherland." The boy yelled at the top of his voice. After shouting, he pretended to be pitiful, looked at the instructor nervously, and said, "Is this okay?"

The instructor ignored him, turned around and said to the whole team, "Do you think this is appropriate?"

"Reporting to the instructor, this one is indeed much better than the one just now." One student agreed, and the rest also nodded.

"Then this is our slogan, do you remember it?" the instructor asked loudly.

"Remember!" The neat and resonant voice went straight to the sky.

Turning around again, the instructor nodded to the classmate, "Okay, you can join the ranks."

"Leader, continue."

"One two one, one two one, one two one..."

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"Four!"

"One, two, three, four! Work hard and serve the motherland!"

"You, come out." The instructor's face showed a bit of teasing, "It's you again, okay, very good, let everyone take a few steps to have a look." After speaking, he said to the team: "You all give me Look carefully!"

"Instructor, how many steps do you have to walk?" The student who was doing push-ups just stood up in shock.

"Let's go together!" The instructor raised his eyebrows and shouted slogans for him without giving him a chance to react.

The classmate quickly followed the rhythm and walked a few steps, but there was a burst of laughter behind him.I saw that his hands and feet were synchronized, that is, when he took his left foot, he threw out his left hand, and when he took his right foot, he threw out his right hand.I really don't know how he did it.Ouyang Ming's heart was full of surprise, and he secretly said, "What a wonder!"

"Stand at attention! Did you walk like that?" The corner of the instructor's mouth twitched slightly.

"Isn't it?" the classmate asked weakly.

The instructor ignored him again, and asked the whole team: "You see clearly! Tell me, did he go like that?"

"No!" Another tidy and loud reply.

"Did you hear that?" the instructor turned to him and asked.

"Leader, come out, show this guy how to get there?"

The rather robust leader walked with standard military steps, chic and handsome.

"Look, do you walk like this? Are your hands and feet placed like this?" The instructor snorted coldly, "Go, go over there and practice alone, and I will check it myself later."

"Practice alone—"

The instructor's expression turned cold, and a bad expression appeared on his face.

"Okay." The classmate had a frustrated expression on his face, and he was still muttering "hands and feet."

"Let's walk together", "running", "stand at attention", "take a break", "turn left and turn right" At this time, there were loud and clear slogans everywhere.The scorching sun, the breezy cool breeze, the fiery red face full of youth and beauty, sweat swaying.

(End of this chapter)