Early morning.
Hancha came out of the yard, pushing the bicycle, and shouting upstairs: Grandma, I'm going to school!
From the room, it was still the kind voice: Be careful on the road!
She walked to the side of the road, parked her bicycle on the white fence, zipped up her clothes, pushed the bicycle, and stepped on as she walked.
At this time, a teenager appeared on the slope. He pushed the bicycle and walked slowly, drank the milk in his hand, threw it into the trash can, and stepped onto the bicycle. When he reached the pebble road, he looked back. The gray-haired old man walked out slowly with his walking stick.
He gallops past like a gust of wind, desperately chasing the girl in front of him.
Far away, he began to shout: On behalf of classmates.
At a sudden brake, he caught up with her bicycle, walked in the same row with her, and said with a smile: Good morning!
Hancha smiled on behalf of Hancha and replied shallowly: Good morning!
They galloped all the way, along the road to Wutong No. 1 Middle School, like two parallel lines that never intersect, keeping a certain distance, in the morning wind, like the corners of an angel's clothes.
blowing the same wind, in my heart, meditating on the same story.
They parked their bicycles in the vacant seats and put their schoolbags on their shoulders. The two of them were walking. Suddenly, Han Daiyi said: Go home after school. I have something to tell you.
Hancha nodded slightly and said: I have something to tell you.
is good.
When school was over, Han Cha put away his schoolbag on behalf of Hancha and left by himself.
Han Daiyi finished cleaning, jogged all the way out of the gate of the school. When picking up the bike, he saw Dai Hancha’s bicycle, which was still parked on the spot. He looked around, and there was no Dai Hancha, so he stopped the bicycle again. , Walked to the campus.
Because today is Friday afternoon, most of the classmates have gone home, so the campus is empty and lively, and it is a bit less than usual.
The teaching building of Norwegian University,I only saw the teachers and classmates who checked the sanitation, coming in and out, bowing their heads and scoring. Even their voices echoed. Han Daiyi searched all the way, passing by the wide Wutong Road, turning a bend, passing the playground, and there are basketball statues. He smashed over and threw it away. The ball came in from beyond the three-point line, he nodded and smiled, and the people under the rebound were in an uproar.
Passed by two stadiums, walked into the path, and saw the library and the tall and lush sycamore trees. Han Daiyi stopped and looked at the place where they hid from the rain yesterday.
The person sitting on the bench under the plane tree, head down, the long pony tail is divided into two pieces, and it is drooping around the neck. She carefully flips the notebook in her hand.
That is an old brown soft leather notebook.
Han Daiyi walked to her, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding the schoolbag strap, he said slowly: Dai classmate, what to look at, I was so fascinated to see.
Hearing the sound, Dai Hancha was startled, and quickly closed his notebook, his face a little panicked. She raised her head and looked at the young man standing next to her. Sunlight squeezed in from the sycamore leaves, forming a polygonal crystal, dripping on his face and body. In the light and shadow, Dai Hancha was a little fuzzy, diary This is also recorded in this book.
Every day after school, I like to run under the sycamore tree under the library, read novels just borrowed from the library, or lie on a long chair, listening to the wind blowing and the sound of sycamore leaves rustling , Or opened his eyes and watched the sycamore flowers fall one by one.
When the sun is falling, the wind is blowing, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers, I always feel that life should be like this. The warmth under the plane tree can drive away the darkness in my life, and the splatter of sunlight that is spilt will not be dazzling. Therefore, this makes me feel that it is true. The so-called hope is not just opening my eyes to see the light?
But today, I lay on the long chair under the plane tree, after enjoying the sunshine, reading a novel book for a while, I put the book on my face, and I was a little sleepy, so I fell asleep vaguely.
I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, the sun was slanting to the west.It is an orange-yellow. I sat up slowly, slowly collecting the books scattered on the ground, but silently thinking in my heart: You go away, you hate it to death.
At that time, I woke up from my sleep, and there was a teenager standing in front of me. He looked at me, who was awkwardly asleep, with a warm smile on his face, but with a little helplessness. I confessed that he was in the same class as him. For a long time, to this day, I still hate him, hate his self-righteous arrogance, hate him feel that everything is under his control, hate him twittering in the class, in fact, I hate him even more because he gives me Those love letters written.
The love letters that were delivered to me, I don’t know what I wrote, because I didn’t read a single one, and threw them all in the trash can. The ones that were thrown away were not just his love letters.
Because at that time, I had a male classmate who had a crush for a long time. He had excellent grades, was humble and polite. At first glance at him, I felt that he was the legendary teenager who came out of the comics. I It's not an exaggeration.
I was only in the first year of junior high school, fifteen years old, and my ignorant youth was just beginning to sprout. When I saw a good-looking person, the deer would bump into each other. I was shy and didn't dare to look at him and bury that love. In my heart, a long, long time.
Sure enough, the sky is worthy of his heart. After the semester of higher school, he was transferred from the county to our class when the holiday was approaching. It happened that he became my deskmate. I never believed in fate, but that quarter of an hour , I believe, the person I am thinking of, is by my side at this moment, and I silently pray in my heart: When you come back and come back to me, you must be my boyfriend.
I was chuckle in my heart, but some people started to worry, after all, the people who are by my side at the moment are so good.
Staying together for a week, I have made a major discovery. I found that he has changed, become numb and arrogant, cynical, and now I can’t see happiness in him, it seems that the microscopic layer surrounding him The light disappeared, but I still like him, as always.
His grades plummeted, his reputation was so bad throughout the school, he fought for girls, fights for his brothers, soaked in Internet cafes all day, and stopped going home to be a good baby, but I fell in love with his bad. I still can't stop the cynicism from the corners of his mouth. He likes to put his hands in his trouser pockets,Walking through the long playground, I like to stand on the roof of the highest point of the teaching building and watch every step he takes. He likes to have long hair, and I like the wind to blow his long hair. He likes to walk with his body tilted, and I like to learn from the wind and tilt his head slightly...
If you like a person, you will love everything about him, even if he is a badass.
Like it is really simple, like to follow him, like to sit next to him, like the way he writes his homework seriously, like the way he listens carefully, and even like when he confronts the teacher over a problem, like He was angry and smashed the book heavily on the table. He liked that he was hiding behind the plane tree with a sad face in the smoke, and he liked the way he saw me and panicked...
But like it, I can’t stand it. A little bit of defilement, otherwise you will feel that the white sky has been dyed into unforgivable black.
My favorite teenager became my boyfriend after the second week of transferring to our class. That kind of wish comes true. Words can’t express my feelings. I only know that I’m walking on the road. I will smile, sit in one place, and laugh foolishly by myself. Thinking of him wearing a white shirt with his hands in his trouser pockets, walking slowly on the way home from school, and then happened to meet him, walking side by side with him, smelling the faint smell of washing powder on his body and the smell of the sun , I feel that even if it rains, the sun is still shining.
I like him. This is a fact. I don’t need to keep reminding myself to paralyze me with words. However, one Friday night, I was like a demon. Now that I promised him, I would go to his house to play. From that moment on, There is a faint anxiety in my heart, that kind of feeling, like a piece of vacated in my heart, cold and empty, there is a sense of lack, maybe it is because of other people in my heart.
Other people, who is that person? I don't know, because all I know is that I like this boy in front of me.
This question has been going on for a long, long time, or even longer, before I realized that it turned out that a certain place in my heart has long been occupied by other people, but at that time, I was obsessed with thinking that I hated him or even hated him. .
My teenager is called Song Sheng, who has contracted all my favorites for three years of junior high school and even the first year of high school.
However, on Friday night,In that small and dark room, he was like a white bubble. In the dark night, he burst with a single poke. When we closed the door, cut off all noise and started talking about junior high school life, he smiled seriously. At that moment, I felt, The teenager I like will definitely return on this black night.
There was a cigarette in his hand. The white smoke in his mouth lit up a yellow dot. He was leaning against the wall, and the smoke was swirling in an instant. I sat opposite him and smelled the smoke. I took a deep breath. At that time, another person appeared in my heart somehow, thinking: He doesn't know how to smoke.
But I am still obsessed with the person in front of me. It seems that I feel that even the faint sadness on his face has a different flavor. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and spit out a white cigarette ring, like taking drugs He looked at me with a relaxed expression, then slowly lowered his head, pinched out the cigarette in his hand, and sat next to me. As I was closer, I moved slightly, he smiled, Put a hand on my shoulder and faintly said: You like me for so long, why didn't you say it earlier.
I smelled the smell of smoke from his mouth, and it was a little disgusting. I lowered my head, secretly exhaled, looked up at him, smiled and said: No matter how long I like you, as long as you are now It's enough by my side.
He withdrew his hand from my shoulder, took out the cigarette case, took out the lighter, and lit another cigarette. At this time, the white smoke passed through my eyes and entered my nasal cavity. I raised my hand. He rubbed his nose gently and coughed twice. He remained indifferent, and took half of the cigarette in one breath, then cut the cigarette off again and threw it to the corner. The ashes struggling gently in the corner, and then fell unwillingly. I looked at the half-pile of cigarettes in the corner, once again raised my head and looked at the side of the boy’s face, he licked the corner of his mouth and smiled reluctantly: Then, you want to know what I have in the past, you ask, I must Answer you truthfully.
Because I like him, I don’t care about his past. I also know that when he transferred to our class, he just broke up with his girlfriend who had been dating for three years. Seriously, I didn’t mind him at all. Looking at me, I was thinking about the problem, and he continued: Do you really, don't mind at all?
I smiled, looked at his sad face and those lacklustre eyes, and said lightly: your past,I know it all, I don't mind, I like you, as long as you are by my side at this moment, it is enough.
He stood up and walked to the door. It was a back door. He pushed it open, and a cool breeze came in. It made people tremble. He smiled and said: Since you like me so much, just stay with me. By my side, always, always, including tonight...
I didn't say anything, because I refused. I like him. It doesn't mean I have to do anything for him. I like it. I just like you.
I just looked at him and smiled without answering his question. He stood at the door with his hands in his trouser pockets and leaning on the eaves of the door. Bai Sensen’s moonlight shot in from his back, his smile was a little chilly, his The shadow dragged in the room, especially long, the smoke in his hand, the smoke lingered again, his smile was a bit cold, not warm at all, he said: If you don’t promise me, I will jump down, tonight, I will Stand outside.
I know that behind the door is a high ridge, jumping down, it is a piece of land, but the cool breeze tonight is exceptionally cold, I just shook my head when I looked at him decisively.
He squeezed out the cigarette in his hand again, threw it on the ground, looked at me with another eager look, and said: Do you like me so much, bear my heart, and freeze it all night?
I said: Then you just jump down.
I saw a dark shadow flashing, and the long shadow disappeared. I hurriedly got up, walked to the door, and leaned on the edge of the door. He was standing on the ground, looking at me, his face The smile on my face disappeared. I stretched out one hand and held the edge of the door tightly with the other. I said: I'll pull you up, don't catch a cold.
The clothes he was wearing were very thin, so he went down for a while, don't put his hands on his chest, he was a little trembling with the cold, and when he saw my stretched out hand, he still said stubbornly: unless you stay with me.
I reached back and just shook my head.
The conversation between the two of us alarmed the neighbor’s dog. The barking sound of the dog would be contagious. One family, two families, three families... set against each other, and occasionally, a warm yellow light was lit in the windows. My boy, still resolutely walking around in the land, shaking his body under the gloomy white moonlight, holding the last cigarette in his hand, after smoking, he said: If you don’t accompany me, just put the table Throw the cigarette on it to me.I looked at the cigarette on the table and shook my head hard.
He stood in the ground outside the door, dangling back and forth, the lighter lit up the flame from time to time, the moment the flame went out, he held the lighter with both hands, leaned in front of his nose, sniffed hard, and looked at me beggingly : Please, give me the cigarette.
I just shook my head, stretched out a hand, motioned to pull him up, he still stubbornly shook his head, sneezed, I threatened him: If you don't come up, I will go down and accompany you.
He panicked, raised his head, stood there, looked at me, shook his head, and sneezed again.
I just leaned on the edge of the door, with my hands on my chest, looking at the white moonlight, looking at the white moonlight, I was a little stranger when I was a teenager. It seems that the person I like was lost by him. Who is this in front of me?
I don't know, I don't want to wait any longer, I tried to say: If you are here, I will go back to school by myself.
In our age, especially at night, girls dare not go out alone. Speaking of which, this small town is indeed a bit savage, fighting and fighting, just like commonplace.
In the evening, booing, hooting in groups, and the sound of motorcycles coaxing death throttle, the steel pipe rubbing against the ground when chasing, but there was no alarm.
He was anxious when he heard me say that he was going back to school, because he knew that I would leave as soon as I said. Besides, he had seen my determination, looked at me, nodded and said: Let you stay with me for one night. Is it that difficult? His voice was a little hoarse and sad.
I didn't speak, I don't know how to answer, I never go against my heart, even if you are the person I like, I will not break the rules for you and give up my bottom line.
He finally stretched out a hand and looked at me. I stretched out my hand, took his cold hand, and pulled hard, he climbed up, I watched him smile, he also laughed, after coming up, I quickly closed the back door, and the cool breeze was blocked outside the door. The cold white moonlight was also blocked by the door. Only his sneezing and hoarse coughing were left in the room. He picked up a coat and draped it on his body, with trembling hands, and went to He took the cigarette on the table. Finally, the cigarette was lit. He seemed to be relieved, looked at me fixedly, and said: You are too unsympathetic.
I smiled helplessly and said: Song Sheng, this is my bottom line. It has nothing to do with whether you like you or not.
He finally smoked all the cigarettes in his hand, and he threw the yellow cigarette butt on the ground. He stepped on it with his foot. Looking at his appearance, I couldn't help but ask: Do you like me?
I am serious, serious, and want to know this answer urgently.
However, when he slowly approached me and was about to kiss me, I panicked, my heart beat, and even scared. I relentlessly stretched out my right hand and hit his throat. I was exhausted. With all his strength, he staggered backwards, covered his throat with his hand, coughed twice, looked at me incredibly, with a cold expression in his eyes, he said: I like you.
However, at that moment, I shouted from the bottom of my heart, heavy shout: I don't like you, I don't like you anymore. I clenched my fist tightly and looked at him fiercely. Maybe my face was ugly, maybe it was the usual coldness. He was standing up, maybe very disappointed, or very disappointed, to me and to himself. .
He picked up the cigarette from the table. Before it was lit, he turned off the lighter. He lowered his head and said faintly: I'll send you back to school.
I didn’t speak, I got up and walked outside. As soon as the door opened, the noise from outside came in. The flashing colorful lights on everyone’s face, brilliant, their smiles, under the light, you can’t see Clearly, I passed by everyone, the emotions in my heart could not allow me to observe any of their expressions, walked out of that door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, another face appeared in my heart, which is annoying, but also Rejoicing.
Song Sheng followed me quietly, he put a coat on my body, I did not refuse, did not speak, we just walked, walked, without saying a word, like two Parallel lines that never intersect, remain at the same level, forward, forward, and no one tilts.
Half of the moon hung high in the air, shivering, dark black night sky, invisible blue, cool night breeze, blowing confetti trash on the roadside, "pop", that kind of sound, like a ghost The side of his skirt, the sound of tearing hanging on the branch, in my heart, following the sound, tearing. Fear, raising from time to time, far away, I can always hear the victory of the beating, and the barking caused by the dog, I tugged the coat that was draped on me,Without the slightest warmth, finally, when I saw the gate of the school, the two bright yellow lights were like two eyes, and my heart was at ease.
Slowly approached, the sound of basketball could be heard on the playground, and the chattering in the dormitory, finally, I quickly pulled off my jacket and returned it to him, without looking up at him, and said "thank you"! Turn around and ran towards the dormitory.
After entering the dormitory, I was really relieved. In fact, I don't even know what I am nervous about. Was it because I saw him smoking non-stop and remembered the appearance of a drug addict in the movie, or was it because his once warm face was covered with a thick layer of sadness, or his whole body was shimmering, At this moment, he was enveloped in a cloud of black mist.
Like it, at that moment, it was like a soluble medicine, dropped in the water, without a sound, it disappeared without a trace. It turns out that it only takes a moment to like it, and you can always engrave his face in your heart, but it only takes a moment to like it. No matter how long it takes, you will not be able to withstand a strong thought or fear.
That afternoon, it was the day when I broke up in love. The young man standing in front of me was called Han Cha.
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