When you grow up, it seems that not many people will care about whether you are happy or not, everyone only looks at whether you are good or not, and no one will understand how much happiness or sadness you have had in your story except yourself, because after all, it is just your feelings.

After arriving in Guiyang City, because they had to go back to their respective schools, they didn't buy vegetables to go back to cook, but chose to eat water on the street corner of the flower orchard.

Vegetarian food is three cents a string, meat is five cents a string, and rice can be eaten as much as you like for one yuan per person.

Usually, when Ning Ning is not willing to cook alone, he chooses to be here, and a few yuan of hot dishes solves a dinner.

Their meat and vegetarian dishes are all paired with a little bit, scalded in a soup pot, a full pot.

Xia Qing couldn't wait, and the dishes began to eat before they were ready.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, the food is not yet good, you start eating, be careful of diarrhea. Han Chen shouted on the side.

"You don't understand, thin potatoes like this have to be scalded like this to be delicious, and when they are really cooked, they will not taste good. ”

Lin Jiajia and Xia Qing both like to eat half-cooked potatoes, which taste green and green, so that they have the taste of potatoes, and when they are really cooked, they only have the taste of powder.

Han Chen felt that they wouldn't listen to what he said. I just didn't say anything, and sat quietly and watched them snatch and eat.

Tranquility risked touching a table of people drinking, and she wanted to drink herself, but she didn't say it, after all, she was now a three-student eating, and they were the ones who were going back to class.

"Jingjing, you help Han Bin write a thesis, now that he has an accident, he will graduate with a thesis, and when you write it, we will find some excuse to say that Han Bin can't go, and we can just submit the paper on our behalf." ”

Ning Jing looked at Han Chen, did not speak, and thought in his heart, such a big matter, the school should have known about it a long time ago.

There was suddenly a trace of regret in his heart, after all, in college, if he couldn't even get a graduation certificate in the end, he really had nothing.

"Why am I writing, what are you college students doing, let me know that high school graduates write essays for college students, isn't this obviously embarrassing me?" Tranquility is a knife mouth tofu heart, in fact, she thought in her heart that she was going to write it for him, and she had to refute a few words.

"Hehe, a few of our college students may not be as good as you write, now college students are all over the street, but there are few who can really surpass you, a high school student, such as me. Xia Qing patted his chest as he spoke.

Tranquility smiled, didn't refute anything, and continued to bury her head in eating.

"Hey, you'd rather give me a good word, write it or not. Xia Qing asked again in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Write, why don't you write, anyway, when it's time to hand in the paper, you just ask me, I'm waiting for Han Bin to go to the soup for me." ”

Tranquility suddenly thought of Han Bin's entrustment of her to take care of her mother, and he promised that one day, he would be willing to put out all the things for Tranquility when he came out.

The time for a meal was over for a long time, and Xia Qing was about to drive Han Chen to Normal University, but Han Chen said that he was not in a hurry to go back to school now, he came out on leave, which was different from her and Lin Jiajia who escaped from the classroom in front of the teacher.

Because he refused, Xia Qing didn't entangle, so he drove away with Lin Jiajia.

He was left standing on the street with Tranquility, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Are you coming by bus? Or a taxi?" asked Tranquility, looking at him.

He shook his head, "I'll send you back, I don't want to go back to school tonight, and I hope you take me in for one night, just last time that sofa was very satisfied." ”

Ning Jing didn't say anything, but her heart was in a mess, I don't know if she should be happy or sad at this time, if she used to be happy, but now it is different, she always feels that between her and Han Chen, there is a whole distance between Lin Xiaoxiao.

She didn't refuse, a person walked in front of him, and in the city after dinner, the lights were bright, she walked in front, he walked behind, and the shadows of them followed closely under the street lamp.

It wasn't a very long distance, but tonight, accompanied by Han Chen, she felt closer, and she felt that she was downstairs in a moment to turn around.

When she got home, she went straight into the room, put down her bag, took out the quilt from the cabinet, put it on the sofa neatly like last time, and returned to her room.

One is outside, the other is inside, and there is a door in between, and you think about me, and I think about you, but no one has the courage to open the distance of that door.

On the balcony of the room, she laid it out of a carpet, and kept a few pots of succulents on the side, which she herself could not name.

She suddenly remembered the leftover wine she drank with Jiang Hao last time, and there was still this bottle in the red wine bottle, which could be solved today, and she also freed up a bottle.

She took the wine out of the cupboard by herself, and poured most of the glasses, and sat on the balcony carpet, her feet crossed, her eyes looking nonchalantly. Look at the sky, clouds, and buildings with a little starlight outside the window, and also look at the curtains, windows, tables, cabinets, beds, and the scarves that Xia Qing has woven on the bed tube.

Finally, his eyes stayed on the group photo on the table, at that time, everyone had a smile, although Han Chen's face had already been painted by her, but she still remembered his sunny and warm smile, which had always been in her mind, and never left.

The five of them stood close to each other, Han Bin was still on her head, leaving two rabbit ears, and two fingers were leaning against her steal, how she wished that time could be turned back at that time.

Looking at it, thinking about it, I suddenly felt a little sad, now everything is empty, only the mind of memory, is still full of pictures of their former joy, just like the red wine bottle on the table that has been emptied by her, once filled with tempting red, and it is expensive, now it is also empty, it has become a recyclable garbage bottle, and after those tempting liquids have been drunk, only these shells are left lying there, who will remember that they also brought a lot of happiness to others? Perhaps only the goblets that had been to the wine were remembered, but they themselves were left out in the cold.

She thought about it, each of them has an experience like red wine, when everything happens, who will remember, who has brought joy to whom, who has brought pain to whom, the only constant is that they are all growing.