The white light overflowed into a river.

When summer comes, Chi Jing, which is not so prosperous and the shortest street in the whole city, will become the most enviable street in the whole city.

The shortest is because it is less than 300 meters from the street to the end of the street. But in such a short distance

There are eighty-seven huge yellow-horned trees growing along the street inside. After the first year's summer vacation, I counted 87 trees one by one. No more, no less. Eighty-seven trees. So the shade that covers the sky in summer is like installing a huge central air conditioner for the whole street. When the sun goes down in the evening, just sprinkle some water at the door. When the water is dry, the whole street will be as cool as early autumn.

There is not a building in the whole Jingchi Street, and the streets are full of old houses. The yard is surrounded by low walls, and the open space in the yard is a white line of hopscotch washed by rain. Or if there are older boys at home, a basket will be hung on the wall of the yard, and the morning sun will shine on the young and sweaty back of the boy.

The fence is covered with dark green and light green vines.

The wind blew from the street to the end of the street, and the leaves on the gray back were turned out.

Like an invisible magician walking along the wall. So the picture of the passing place gradually turned gray.

Just like this declining world.

Although it is the shortest street. Although there are no buildings. Although the road between the two opposite walls can only accommodate two or three naughty boys riding bicycles quickly.

but ...

This is the busiest and youngest street in this city.

There are fourteen clothing stores selling cheap and fashionable clothes in this street. There are nine small jewelry stores. There are twelve stationery stores. There are five stores that shoot stickers. There are two video game concert halls. There are two bookstores. There is a comic book store. There is a pet shop. Then there are many, many more. Lots of places to eat.

So in this city that is neither too big nor too small, the fashionable clothes you see on those boys and girls. The big and small pendants you see hanging on their mobile phones. Posters of Japanese male stars posted on girls' beds and boys' thighs are all stars with golden hair and ferocious expressions. The girls you see hanging on the zipper of the schoolbag are piles of big star cards. What you see on the back of their mobile phones are all the same emoticons. Even the beautiful golden retriever you saw in the street was led by a young girl.

Maybe it's from the well.

Therefore, it is easy to hear this conversation at school. And I can hear it almost every day:

"Do you go swimming by the well after school?"

"Well, good. But I can only go shopping for an hour. My mother will be angry if she comes home late. She is menopausal, and I am a little overwhelmed. "

"Ha ... ok. That's an hour. "

"well! Akanishi Jin! Old Niang is coming! "

In the whole street of Chi Jing, the most famous, lively and feminine store is Bingbingle, which sells cold drinks.

It's not how delicious the food is, or that the heart-shaped tables and chairs are all pink, which makes girls scream, or that things are cheap, or that the name of this store is so poetic-in fact, Bingbingle is really poor.

The reason is that there is a man who calls himself Prince Smoothie here, and it happens that Prince Smoothie really grows into a prince.

When all the girls step into the store door, they will see him raise his head and grin, revealing a row of white and healthy teeth, and then say "welcome". So all the beautiful women or dinosaurs were drowned in that smile.

Dare not look up after sitting down. Looking at the dessert list, I want to bury my head in my neck. I blushed and pointed this finger at that, but I never dared to point at the dessert with "I like you" written in pink. Occasionally, a girl dares to order this, then waits for him to deliver it, bends down and puts the dessert in front of her, and then whispers "I like you, please enjoy it" like the soft wind in early summer. With the gentle words, the smell of the little boy's shampoo came. Sometimes when you get close, you can almost feel the hot air from your mouth blowing on your neck-this is simply MAX's super kill. So the person who had just been drowned in the "welcome" smile suddenly revived, and then he was alive and drowned in "I like you".

Dead anyway. So no one cares that the price behind this "I like you" little smoothie is 18 RMB.

Every evening, after the last guest left, Bi wiped the table and said to the curtain hanging in the shop, "Jiang Honghua, do you want to add another dessert and tell me that I love you? The price is 30 RMB, which is cheap and enough. You can also attach the smile of a beautiful teenager. " Finally, I made a "victory" gesture with my hand and said a strange "Oh, yeah".

Then there will be a sentence inside: "Don't make any noise! Wait till I finish watching the cartoon! "

Jiang Honghua is neither his sister nor his girlfriend, but Bi's mother. After Bi Xiaolang had his own analytical ability, he bitterly mocked the name Jiang Honghua. No matter how fucking popular, the name has cultural connotation, because it comes from "work at sunrise and rest at sunset."

When she is in a good mood, Bi will call her Xiaohong with a smile.

Summer rumbles overhead like thunder. It rained several times. There were two typhoons. Blow off many, many yellow-green horns. The rain gathered into a trickle, and the trickle gathered into a stream, running down the street. Leaves are dripping on the ground. Covered a whole street.

After several heavy rains, the summer heat gradually dissipated. The days are getting shorter and the nights are as long as splashing ink. Older people sometimes get up in the morning and feel that wearing short sleeves is a little unbearable, so they go into the house with trepidation and wear a thin coat.

So summer is almost over.

The sunshine is three minutes late every day. Boys who play ball in the morning are used to going to the yard at five o'clock, and they find that it is still dark and there are moths jumping about on the street lamp. So I rubbed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Here's the thing. Slowly. Very long. Have the years passed?

Yan You sometimes goes to Bing Bing Le to find Bi Xiaolang. But most of them are Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Because Bi and his mother agreed that he would visit the store on Monday, Wednesday and Friday this summer, and give him 500 yuan as a reward after the summer vacation. Although Bi Xiaolang also protested that the wages of child laborers were too low. However, my mother said, "16-year-old man is still a child, but you are not developed." I was so angry that I felt chest tightness for a long time. The protest ended in 600 yuan's agreement.

So Yan, you won't go to see him on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Because he was also looking at the store when he went. Even if I went to see him on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, it was in the afternoon. Because if he goes in the morning, he must be sleeping. And those girls who have been sitting in the shop since early in the morning will always order a glass of water after drinking a glass of ice, so that Prince Smoothie can have a look at him when he gets up. Every time those girls hear Bi's mother say that they are still sleeping, they will blush and hang their heads. All they can imagine in their minds are sexy photos of him naked while sleeping, or cute photos of his hair curled up, but they collectively and selectively ignore the essence that should be associated with laziness.

-I wonder if he drools when he sleeps?

-drooling is also very cute!

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when Yan wandered. He passed through a group of girls with hot eyes, then greeted Bi's mother half awkwardly, lifted the curtain, crossed the eaves of the backyard for a short distance, and then turned into Bi's room. Although Bi was expressionless when he heard that he called his mother from the initial shock, it is really a sport that challenges the psychological limit to ask him to call him "Honghua" or "Xiaohong" as Bi said. So every time he whispered "Auntie", he threw his eyes to the ground without lifting his head.

Not surprisingly, he really just got up with a small piece of hair on the back of his head. A pair of eyes are half open and half closed.

"Good morning." Bi Xiaolang yawned.

"Thank you," Yan Youchao lay on the huge sandbag used to make the sofa. "It's two forty-seven."

Never put off till tomorrow what you can waved to ignore him, went to the bathroom, stretched out his hand and drew a gesture of "I'm too lazy to ignore you" behind his head.

"It's time for you to change your schedule. Do you remember starting school tomorrow? " Yan hesitated to ask in the bathroom.

"ah? Are you going to start school? " I completely forgot.

"So I came to see you and buy a schoolbag with us," Yan You looked at his schoolbag hanging on the wall. "Isn't your schoolbag broken, too?"

"Yes, because you stepped on six feet on the day of the graduation farewell party. I still remember. " Because of brushing my teeth, my voice is vague but I can still hear it clearly.

Yan You also remembers.

On the day of the farewell dinner, everyone was drunk and beer bubbles spilled all over the floor. I don't know who said that everything in grade three can go to hell. This sentence suddenly fell on everyone like a spell, and then everyone collectively took out those test papers, reference books, dictionaries, wind oil essence and so on. Come out of their bags like ghosts. Everything that can be torn is torn, and everything that can be broken is broken. If you really can't walk, you just step on yourself in resentment. Don't mention how excited you are, especially those girls who are as delicate as chickens. They can kill her and are extremely fierce, like revolutionary soldiers at the forefront of the battlefield. After Bi crushed a schoolbag with Yanyou, Bi hooked Yanyou's shoulder, staggered and squinted at the unrecognizable schoolbag on the ground and said, "Haha, it's terrible ... just a little familiar, a bit like mine ... Shit! It's mine! "

Bi Xiaolang came out while wiping her wet hair with a towel. "But my mother hasn't given me the money yet," she raised her hand and pointed to the robot cat on the table. "As long as it has more than a dozen coins in its belly, I think I can buy a better plastic bag."

"I have money. I'll give you a ride. have you finished? Go when you're done. "

"... where did you get so much money? "

"You care about me, and I have plenty of money."

"……"

The setting sun shone obliquely from the west side of the well pool and shone all over the street.

The shade of trees broke the long and sleepy summer. The orange spots are spread on the road, and the edges are blurred and bright. Sunset falls on every ivy leaf. So the fence turned golden yellow. When the wind blows, the leaves turn gray and the fence turns gray again.

Golden yellow. Gray, gray, golden yellow.

The setting sun shone on the backs of two boys walking back. One put his hands in his pocket, the other crossed his head and kicked the stones on the side of the road as he walked.

And the same place is behind them, thigh, is a black Nike backpack, up is a long ramp.

The black shoulder strap on the back crossed the increasingly wide shoulders of adolescent boys and disappeared on the other side of the shoulders.

Bi Xiaolang's quotation is: I like Nike because that hook is very pleasing to the eye. I hope my test paper is full of Nike! It's all Nike

Summer is almost over.

Hmm. But ... I don't want to say goodbye to summer.

When the alarm clock rang, Bi habitually reached out and picked it up and threw it out. The alarm clock used now has a rubber ball shell, which can bounce around when thrown out and hit the wall or floor, and will not break when thrown. This is a great invention of saffron. Because Bi Xiao Lang broke countless alarm clocks.

I don't know where I rolled after I lost my alarm clock. Anyway, the voice is much lower. Bi Xiaolang smiled with satisfaction with his eyes closed. But I always feel uneasy when I fall asleep. I don't know why. So he continued to sleep for half an hour, and then turned over. Bi Xiao Lang woke up like a heavy blow.

"Mom, I started school today! You are a bit like mom! "

Brush to open the drawer and pull out clothes and pants from a mess of clothes.

"Does Mom have anything to eat?"

The tap is running very loudly. Toothpaste is sprayed on the edge of the sink.

"Mom …" Bi Xiao Lang opened the door of his mother's room and saw the same alarm clock thrown on the floor. Bi Xiaolang is a little soft on his forehead.

Wash your face casually, then pour a large glass of iced orange juice from the refrigerator and drink it. Then he took out a box of rice balls bought by Rosenley. Then he shouted, "Jiang Honghua, I'm going to school." Then I threw my schoolbag over my shoulder and muttered in dismay, "How can I be a mother?" Ran out.

The sun rises and shines on the signboard of Bing Bing Le.

Bi Xiaolang put on the school uniform he brought back from his new school yesterday, and ran to the corner of Chi Jing, which is the bus stop to school. After getting dressed, he took out his mobile phone and called Yan You.

"Hey, I'll be at your door, you hurry up. I am going to be late. "

"... I moved my desk at school ... and immediately started the school opening ceremony ..."

"... greetings to your uncle! Don't wake me up! "

"I called you," the man on the other end continued in a strange tone. "The subscriber you dialed is power off."

"... then say hello to your aunt ..."

Season pulls the handrail and drives to school with the shaking of the bus.

Today is the first day of high school. In the consciousness of growing up in the season, because I watched too many cartoons and Japanese dramas, I feel that there are always new handsome guys looking for on the first day of school. Moreover, in Songshan No.1 Middle School, it was originally an overwhelming pattern of boys. In the mouth of a city girl and students of Jian 'an Middle School, Songshan No.1 Middle School is nicknamed Songshan Boys School. Even in the mouth of parents, there will be such a dialogue:

-I heard that your little girl will take an examination of Songshan No.1 Middle School?

-Well, yes.

-Why go to that boys' school? It's gonna be bad. It is better to be a girl who took the city exam. They are all girls. It's not bad to learn.

Moreover, in Ji's impression, these three factions have been fighting until now, and the contradiction has a long history, as if from the Qin Dynasty. Hatred cannot be dissolved. If a woman in the city has a liberal arts champion, Songshan must have a science champion, and then Jian 'an will fight for a gold medal in the math competition.

Like three martial arts families who killed their eyes.

And the situation of the season has become very embarrassing. She graduated from a girls' junior high school in the city and then entered Songshan No.1 Middle School. Therefore, in the voice of everyone's doubts, "handsome guys running all over the mountain" has become a major reason for the season to comfort themselves.

Get up early in the morning, take a shower and wash your hair for a long time, straighten and curl it, and then straighten it. I want to go to school beautifully, but I must wear the prescribed school uniform. Finally, I had to pin a lovely strawberry hairpin on my hair, which was very manly. I've been doing this for a long time, and I'm almost late

When I jumped on the bus, Ji's monologue was very surging.

"I must wash away the shame of no one chasing junior high school ~"

The bus screeched and stopped. Ji looked up and saw the stop sign of Chi Jing, so the idea of "You should come and see after school, and the teacher said that the new semester is a new atmosphere" rose in your heart. Then at the moment of closing the door, a man in a white shirt jumped into the car. The door slammed behind him. The boy gasped, then walked to the middle of the carriage, staring at the driver as he walked, as if complaining about closing the door too quickly.

Then the boy stood beside the season. Boys with long hands and feet reach for the rings, and they can catch them without straightening. Unlike the season, I hardly touch it when straightening, and I can only hold the backrest of the front seat.

Black trousers with a half-centimeter-long gold binding on the side of the trouser pocket. White shirt with two golden shoulder lines on the shoulders. White buttons on the shoulders.

And such a person like a magical creature turned out to be a friend of Bi since childhood.

"Still far from it. It is hard to imagine that a phoenix and a chicken have been good friends since childhood. "

But when you think about it, Bi Xiaolang is still a very smart person. Just like the so-called crystal receiver he created in the autumn semester science and technology team achievement exhibition. In the eyes of the season, it is just some inexplicable stones, which are even more inexplicable.

A postmodern alternative sculpture, with wonderful iron wires and copper rings tied together. But when Ji heard the voice from this pile of different sculptures and read "Wudang Mountain is in chaos", he almost exclaimed, thinking it was haunted.

But when Ji thought that she could get 32 points in history, she felt a little weak. I still have some resistance to believe that this is a smart man.

"Maybe that radio is really haunted."

"People don't want to get 32 points!" Bi Xiao Lang long legs sitting on the table, his body screaming.

The season suddenly feels that my stomach is going to cramp. I pulled out a thick history book with my eyes closed and threw it at him. I really don't want to see a boy who is 1.82 meters tall pretending to be cute and wearing a furry hat. "I dare not wear this hat!"

Looking back, I saw your pale face. Ji got a fright and asked him what was going on.

His expression is a little painful. He loosened his clenched teeth and said, "I feel a little nauseous ..."

Bi Xiaolang covered his ears, widened his eyes and said with an incredible expression, "Bad guy! You should say so! "

..... ouch ...

The sky outside the window is covered with dark clouds. Thick dark clouds. Be disturbed by the strong wind and scurry in the sky. From time to time, several plastic bags or discarded ink test paper flew over the window.

I can't hear the wind, but it must be a strong wind. It is not as big as the winter wind.

"Summer will almost become a typhoon." Bi Xiaolang looked out of the window and suddenly said, hmm.

Just to hide my inner sadness. Ji looked at the smirked boy in front of him and thought.

Because when Ji casually said, "I really don't know how you got into Songshan No.1 Middle School," Ji clearly saw that his two heavy eyebrows were wrinkled together and became thicker. Then darken in the fading light. So Ji was a little embarrassed and turned to pack his schoolbag.

Actually, I haven't been to school for a long time. Ji and Yan have been sitting in the classroom, waiting for Bi to leave school. He was punished for cleaning the classroom because he came last in the history exam.

The whole teaching building is almost empty. It's a little quiet around. Bi Xiaolang bent down to sweep the floor, which was rare and quiet. Unlike him.

Only Yan has been sitting on the windowsill, humming a few songs in a low voice. The sound is so low that it floats in the dim air like water. Wet ground. Stick to your hair.

Vaguely audible lyrics are "the leaden sea is our sea, connecting the secret world", "We are called lovers' time, hmm", "sealed in tiny stardust, hmm, what is that" and "hmm, what is that".

Strange lyrics are sung in a very light and gentle voice. The last sunset slowly poured in from the window behind him.

The sunshine in winter is thin and light, so there is no temperature on the body. On the contrary, it will produce the illusion of colder.

It's not like summer anymore. There can be beautiful golden sunlight in the classroom reflecting a furry halo.

Close the window and lock the classroom door. Before the three of them left the school gate, it began to snow.

It will be dark soon. Three people walked side by side. Songshan No.1 Middle School is a school on the top of the mountain, and the cold is very heavy. Dense trees grow on both sides of the road from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Covering the whole mountain, countless birds and small animals haunt it. This is also the most proud place in Songshan No.1 Middle School, which represents that the whole city gets the best environmental protection unit in the province every year. When the season first came, I felt that I had entered an ecological reserve.

It's getting dark. We could hardly see each other's faces when we passed the long road covered with towering trees at the foot of the mountain from school. The cold spread rapidly in the dark.

The season tightens the neckline and shivers. Then I heard a light sigh around me.

"Maybe he is really a fool," Bi Xiaolang's voice was disguised as indifference. Because it is a recognized disguise, it makes people even more uncomfortable. "Even those topics that were recited clearly yesterday can't be remembered today. I really don't like myself like this. "

Yan has pulled down the strap of his backpack and slipped off his shoulder. I can't see his face clearly in the dark.

If there is light, if there are fireflies, if there is starlight suddenly and weakly appearing from the clouds.

If all this light suddenly flies through his hair, you can see his sad face.

Because he heard the cold big boy around him, he sniffed slightly, and then whispered, almost inaudible:

"It's ridiculous, yesterday also returned to three o' clock. If I had known, I wouldn't have recited it. But ... it's okay ... "

In fact, how could it not be important? Bi Xiaolang was not such a person since he was a child.

In Yan You's memory, the child who was laughed at by his neighbors and couldn't do somersaults practiced handstands and somersaults at home all night. Finally, he is the best person in Chi Jing street, so he broke his arm in the first year of junior high school and took notes for him for a month.

In Yan's memory, it was the boy who skipped class and ran to the library. He had to find out how the crystal receiver made sound, even though he was fined to copy the student code one hundred times for skipping class. Yan, you copied it for me forty times.

In Yan You's memory, it was the one who moved all the pens and copybooks in Yan You's house because she was laughed at by girls for being ugly. A month later, she wrote a beautiful running script, just like Yan You.

After taking a shower, my hair is still wet. Yan You wiped her hair with a towel, sat down at the desk and turned on the desk lamp. There is still an English test paper to do.

Seeing the mobile phone screen on the table, Yan You picked it up. "A new message."

"YanYi, you should still haven't slept. I saw your light on. I was watching a Japanese drama just now, and there was a line in it that said: No matter how hard you try, there are still things you can't do well. No matter how hard you try, there are things you can't do. Is this life? Yan you, wouldn't you say so? "

Yan has poked his head out, and at a distance, the window across the street is dark.

I should go to bed. I was going back, so I turned off my cell phone, too. Yan has sat back at his desk.

In winter, the ink dried up and rustled on the test paper.

The windows are thick black in winter. In a trance, you can hear some birds chirping and flying across the black sky like meteors.

It should be a migratory bird. After a while, it will be a deep winter here.

Yanyou took a sip of coffee, took a sip of hot air in his slightly frozen hand and turned the test paper over.

Fortunately, Bi Xiao Lang is not a pessimistic person. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how bad it is, he will only be sad for a while, and then move on with his life with a smile. This is the most pleasing part of his character. The season once said that his horsepower is as full as a hundred engines in his body. However, Bi's answer after hearing this sentence made Ji ignore him for a whole week. He looked at the season and said sadly, "Hey, what's the little girl thinking all day? Don't let yellow thoughts corrode our healthy hearts! " "

With the passing of senior one and senior two, the season gradually got to know these two boys as different as the North and South Poles.

She knows that Yan Youwei's family is actually very rich, but her father has a woman outside, so Yan Youwei has a bad relationship with his family since childhood. Introverted, excellent, inaccessible. But when I am with Bi Xiaolang, I will be more cheerful and good at making jokes. She also knows that when he enters Bingbingle, he will say, "A bowl of red bean fruit ice, no red beans, more longan and more sugar." His hands are covered with all kinds of crystals, because he heard others say that wearing crystals can remove evil obstacles and remedy all his mistakes. Yan You is convinced, because he always believes that everyone lives in the world, doing all kinds of wrong things every day, hurting others and doing irreparable things. Whether intentionally or unintentionally.

She also learned that Bi was a child of a single-parent family, and his father left home when he was five years old, so far there has been no news. But he has a very kind mother named Jiang Honghua. She also knows that Bi calls her Xiao Hong, not Mom. She also knows that Bi Xiaolang's keen interest in cold jokes often leads to silence. She also went to Bingbingle for a drink and had dinner with Yan You at his house. She heard him say, "If you dare to cook such a terrible meal for me tomorrow, I will tell Uncle Wang next door that you like him!" This conversation. Often at this time, Ji and Yan have pretended that crows are flying overhead, quietly eating their own meals, and their hearts are faint with laughter.

I'm getting used to the way the two boys talk.

For example:

In the first year of high school, it was popular for the whole class to call each other initials. Bi Xiaolang is called BXL. Yanyou is called YH. As a result, when his eyes suddenly focused on the end of the season, he fell off the table with laughter.

"Ha ha ha! Your name is JJ! Too funny! "

Seasonal teething controls facial nerves-

"Is it necessary for you to pronounce the English letter J as ji? ! "

Another example is:

When I was a sophomore, I saw two people sitting in chairs in the corridor, chatting mysteriously head to head.

As I approached, I heard some sporadic conversations.

"Four times a week is too much?" Bi Xiaolang scratched his hair. "Will you get sick?"

"I don't know ... I don't have that much anyway." Yan blushed a little.

"Ah ... then you must be sick!"

"Go to hell!"

"What are we talking about?" Seasons squeeze in their minds.

Bi Xiao Lang smiled gently like the spring breeze and said, "How many times do we masturbate a week?"

Suddenly I felt my neck stuck between two people and I couldn't get it back. My muscles are stiff. My eyes swept past and I saw Yan Youyou reading a physics book calmly. Unfortunately, the book was held upside down, and there was a drop of sweat on my forehead.

It's like:

A few days ago, when Ji Heyan was having dinner in the school cafeteria, Yan's cell phone on the table rang, and Yan pressed the speakerphone because she had oil on her hand, and then the sound of Bi came out inside, like a ghost. After listening to it, I understood that he wanted Yan to do something for him, and Yan had already hung up. As a result, his last sentence suddenly raised his voice and yelled out:

"Yan has a little nephew. If you can't do it well, just wait for me in bed naked ..."

Season felt that the meal was stuck in his throat and reached for the spoon.

Yan You looked pale, and finally made a helpless expression of giving up, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Don't hold back, smile happily."

Then he regretted saying this sentence almost immediately, because the laughter of the season almost attracted the attention of the whole canteen, and even made the dog called "Voldemort" who was gnawing at the door stop and look back, with particularly worried eyes.

Yan has instantly felt a little dizzy and reached out to hold the wall feebly. "What did I do ..."

The season closed its eyes in laughter, the noon sun was dazzling white, and the world seemed to hover in the silver light.

The rain raised the buoy put by geographical interest groups in the pond by three centimeters.

The wind blew the weather vane in all directions.

The changing intensity of sunlight shines on the whole long and narrow corridor.

These three people seem to be walking in a deep-sea canyon illuminated by fish scales. The journey was slow and long, and the tentacles of youth climbed up the wall. I don't feel lonely or sad all the way. The sentiment in the eyes and the emotion in the heart are branded with "gentleness".

What a beautiful and warm youth it was.

Hmm.

Only occasionally, occasionally. In that season, when I went down the mountain at school, I saw red clouds burning the sky like flames. The heavy rain will not stop, the wind will not stop, and the leaves will fall like rain, covering the footprints along the road. At such a moment, she was moved by these soft and warm scenery, and then she felt a little too familiar with them. They don't think they are girls, do they?

Only such emotions are very weak, stirred like the wind on the strings of youth. Not too many chords.

Let the season take this kind of sad and happy mood, slowly, slowly, take reference books and test papers home, walk through the school, and walk along the towering road.

Birds fly overhead, just like fish crossing the deep sea of trees.

The four seasons cast shadows like the tide. Covered with grown-up yellow files.

We remember too little. We forgot too much.

There are several things in this world that will make this season feel incredible.

For example, I suddenly saw a dinosaur standing at the zebra crossing waiting for the traffic lights to cross the road.

For example, I suddenly heard in a Japanese drama: "Well, the girl I like is Ji, who studies in Songshan No.1 Middle School. She has black hair and likes ... "

For another example, Bi suddenly fell in love with a girl named Qin Key in the next class.

But this incredible thing happened alive before her eyes.

At first, Yan You and I laughed at him together. However, when she watched Bi waiting at the corner of the stairs every morning, she walked down a flight of stairs just to "meet" her. When she saw him in class, she was prone on the table, scribbling her name in the draft book, and smiling silently like an imbecile; When she watched him count the pocket money in his wallet, she bought two cans of coke from the school welfare agency, gave her one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and she couldn't bear to drink it herself; When she stood at the window of the basketball stadium and looked at him.