基地夜遇

1999年的这个时候，组织我们去天津劳动实践基地劳动。
上过高中的同学都知道，这是高中必修课之一。
当时的感觉只是高兴。
因为能和最爱的人在一起。
我是说，经过这次，也许我们之间会有改变。
可是，生活怎能一帆风顺呢？！生活就是这样捉弄人。
我甚至怀疑这是不是我的生活，我是否还活着。
那天，记得有大风。
呼呼地刮了一夜。
半夜的时候，我和同学去。
本来门口是有看门人的。
可是，那一夜，看门人不知哪去了。
风呼呼的吹着，虽是夏夜，可是风变的冰冷。
基地很荒芜，很破旧，厕所离宿舍很远，而且没有灯。
我和同学相依而行。
那段路，不知怎的，变的漫长，冰冷。
风，从四面吹来，夹杂着北方特有的沙尘。
我们被黑暗裹胁着，某种不可言表的力量从四面八方把我们推向厕所。
我觉得这室悬，说不定……所以，想往回走。
当我刚转头时，那个同学，是的，那个平时和我最好的同学，用一种凉凉的目光盯着我。
我说：“咱回去吧，风太大了！”同学没回话，低着头，拉着我走。
他的力气好象一下子变大了。
没办法，只好跟他走。
奇怪的是，刚到门口，手电就坏了。
我们瞬间被黑夜吞没。
我惊叫了一声。
赶紧摸索着手电，可无论如何也不亮了。
我说：“怎么回事，咱回去吧，如果摔……”话还没说完，同学使劲拽了我一把。
我感觉我在上台阶，然后像是进了一间屋子。
我以为是厕所。
所以摸着墙，慢慢走。
忽然，同学松了手。
我有点害怕，说：“你在哪？我看不见你。
”同学：“我看的见你。
”我：“哦，你没事吧。
”同学：“没事。
我就在你身边。
”我转身看看，可什么都没有。
有的是黑暗，沙尘，和四处乱窜的风。
……“给我来张纸！”“啊！！！！”我惊叫一声。
那不是同学的声音。
厕所里还有另外一个人。
“给我来张纸！！”他（她，它）的声音有些急。
我给他撕一些纸。
……过了一会，那个声音又说：“给我来张纸！”你可真费事，我心想。
又撕些纸给他。
……第三次，他又说：“给我来张纸！”纸用完了。
我觉得奇怪，怎么会用这么多纸？！我想离开这倒霉的鬼地方，叫同学的名字，他却不回答。
我试试按手电按钮，手电突然好了，有了光亮，但昏暗的很。
昏暗的灯光照亮了厕所，同样的昏暗，透着寒气。
这是夏夜啊，我的天，是我的错觉吗？！怎么会这么冷？！我发现我旁边蹲着一个人。
他在动，像是揉搓着纸，慢慢的。
“你看见我同……”我用手电照他。
……我不知道当时我是怎么逃出来的，可能是人的潜意识作用，我从来没跑得那么快。
顺着狭窄的通道，我跑到门口。
突然，不知是什么，我被拌倒了……当时，我想，“完了，这回我死定了。
我还没谈过恋爱呢！！”我挣扎地爬起来，用手电照拌倒的那堆黑忽忽的东西——是同学！他倒在那，一动不动。
他倒的位置正是刚才手电突然坏掉时我们的位置。
如果说，当时，同学晕倒了，那么，是谁，是谁拉着我进厕所呢？是谁跟我说话？我想到那个向我要纸的人。
我不敢想了，只拼命地跑，跑回宿舍门口。
可是，可是，可是，门！门，被锁上了！！！我绝望了，大喊着，可没人应。
……我醒来时，那个同学在我身边。
“你怎么在外面睡了一夜？！昨完你跑哪去了？！”“我和你去厕所，后来，你晕倒了……”“我？我没和你去厕所啊？！你做梦了吧你！”“我……”梦，对，这是梦。
只有梦才能解释这一切。
因为，在厕所，我看到的那个人，穿着清朝时的衣服，他在用纸擦脖子上的血，可，他的脖子上，没有头。
……后记：这所劳动基地地处偏僻，听老农讲，这曾经是晚清时屠杀革命党的刑场。

Introduce:This moment 1999, the school organizes us to go to Tianjin labor practice base works.
The classmate that high school crosses on knows, this is one of high school obligatory course.
The feeling at that time is glad only.
The person that because can be mixed,loves most is together.
I am to say, pass this, there perhaps can be a change between us.
But, the life how can plain sailing? ! The life is such embarrass people.
I suspect this is my life even, whether am I returned living.
That day, remember having strong wind.
Breathe out breathe out the ground blew one night.
In the middle of the night when, I and classmate go toilet.
Original dormitory doorway has gatekeeper.
But, that one night, which didn't gatekeeper know to go.
Wind breathes out those who breathe out blowing, although be Xia Ye, can be the iciness that wind changes.
Base is very run-down, very shabby, the toilet is very far from the dormitory, and without the lamp.
I go with classmate depend on each other.
That paragraph of road, do not know how, those who change is endless, frozen.
Wind, blow from all sides, be mingled with is worn northward and peculiar sand and dust.
We are worn by dark coerce, some kind cannot the force that character expresses pushs us to the toilet from far and near.
I feel this room is dangerous, perhaps.
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so, want to turn back.
Just turned when me when the head, that classmate, yes, that is mixed at ordinary times my best classmate, with a kind cool cool look is staring at me.
I say: "We goes back, wind is too big! " the classmate does not have reply, low head, pulling me to go.
His effort seemed to greaten at a draught.
Do not have method, be forced to go with him.
Strange is, just arrived doorway, hand report is bad.
Our instant by night embezzle.
My cry in fear.
Rapidly gropingly hand report, also can not shine anyhow.
I say: "How to return a responsibility, we goes back, if fall.
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" the word has not said, the classmate exerts all his strength dragged me.
I feel I am going up step, resembling next was to enter a room.
I think is a toilet.
Feeling a wall so, go slowly.
Suddenly, the classmate loosened hand.
I fear a bit, say: "Are you in? I lose sight of you.
" classmate: "I look see you.
" I: "Oh, you do not have a thing.
" classmate: "Do not have a thing.
I am beside you.
" my face about looks, but whats are done not have.
Have a plenty of darkness, sand and dust, and everywhere the wind of wallop.
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" come to me piece of paper! " " ah! ! ! ! " my cry in fear.
That is not the classmate's sound.
There still is another person in the toilet.
"Come to me piece of paper! ! " he (she, it) sound is a little urgent.
I rip a few paper to him.
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passed a little while, that voice says again: "Come to me piece of paper! " you can give or take a lot of trouble really, my heart thinks.
Rip some of paper to give him again.
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the 3rd, he says again: "Come to me piece of paper! " paper is gone.
My wondering, how can you use so much paper? ! 11821