When Yang Yi carried the three bags of daily necessities into the basement, his whole body was already soaked, but fortunately, he did not wet the quilt or anything, and the rain did not penetrate into it, which made Yang Yi breathe a sigh of relief.

The basement is still quiet, dim, and silence is the main theme of silence, and the darkness penetrates every inch of Yang Yi's skin.

Yang Yi habitually put his hand in his pocket to touch the cigarette, but the cigarette box had already been soaked by the rain, looking at the wet cigarette box in his hand, Yang Yi could only shake his head helplessly, casually pinched the cigarette box into a ball, and gently threw it to the trash can not far away, the cigarette box drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell into the trash can accurately.

I don't know when Yang Yi began to be very obsessed with the taste of cigarettes, as long as he has free time, he is always used to silently lighting a cigarette and slowly feeling the taste of cigarettes, just like slowly infatuating with a person, and the smoke seems to be able to wash the three thousand sorrows in his heart, turning into wisps of smoke floating in the void, silently.

The mountain will eventually collapse, and the water will eventually dry up, only the cigarette smoke will turn into wisps of light smoke and Yang Yi will be accompanied, inseparable, accompanied by Yang Yi to climb the peak to see the beauty of the world, and the valley will be silently accompanied. No matter where you are, become a "partner" who will never be separated, silently.

Yang Yi took off his clothes and was exposed to the slightly cold air, his smooth muscles were full of strength, and he seemed to have turned into the last strength to resist the last oppression of life against him, struggling desperately.

Slowly got up and walked into the bathroom, gently unscrewed the bath head, a single stream of water through the sprinkler head to form a splash, and suddenly a stream of heat instantly spread throughout Yang Yi's body, from head to toe, with a trace of warmth, for a while the mist of hot water will wrap the entire narrow space, like smoke in a dream, plausible, the sound of the water continues to flow, sliding down the smooth floor along an inch of skin, making a ticking sound, and then disappearing along the sewer pipe, slowly flowing.

With the slightest white mist, it turned into a phantom, cutting through the basement, cutting through the void, breaking free from the shackles of time, and a ray of brilliance took shape, reflecting the cheeks of the young Yang Yi and standing in the void, standing quietly, silently watching Xiao Yang Yi, who experienced the departure of his parents, not far away, silent.

After countless nights of crying and shouting, Xiao Yang also seemed to slowly accept the fact that his parents were gone, but the originally cheerful and lively child became silent for a while. It is like a blooming flower that loses the light of the sun, is very dim, and loses the vitality of growth.

Some people say that what life gives you is often an attitude, you feel that the flowers are smiling, the flowers are smiling, you say that the earth is crying, the earth is crying, silent and even speechless.

All we can do is not to sigh and mourn because of the fall, which will only make the flower of hope wither and wither, and not be complacent because of the brilliance of the past, which will only quietly extinguish the fiery passion.

Although the truth is shallow, some people are extremely poor and difficult to comprehend all their lives, and until the end of their lives, they still have tears in their eyes.

The elderly grandfather and the young Yang also had to rely on each other after their parents left, one old and one young like two abandoned by the world, living together in the cold wind, lonely in the long night, accompanied by loneliness, and accompanied by the night.

That year, Xiao Yang was six years old, the osmanthus tree at the head of the village was still in full bloom, and since then there was a lonely figure under the fragrance of osmanthus, and the weak body seemed to be integrated with the tall osmanthus flower, motionless, silently watching the winding path, there is no end, far, far away.

The parents' resignation means that Xiao Yang also has to take on more housework, including cooking and laundry, turning the pot again and again, sprinkling salt again and again, flipping again and again, and the dishes made are mushy and black, accompanied by salty tears that fall, and try again and again to make the food palatable.

Looking at the small stove in the mountain village, a small child struggled to shake the iron pot in his hand, the smoke of the firewood made Xiao Yang also burst into tears, and his immature face was covered with black pot, but he still insisted on maintaining the balance of the iron pot in his hand, and his eyes flowed with deep stubbornness.

Young Yang Yi watched silently, looking at his former self, his childhood self, and from that time, he learned to cook, which has continued to this day, but young Yang Yi did not expect that after many years, he would finally fall at the feet of life, and he would not be able to cook for himself to offset the high living expenses in his opinion, live a humble life, and live a struggle.

When making a dish, Xiao Yang is always the first to try, until the taste of the dish made by his mother is similar to the taste, sometimes accidentally burned by the fire, he endures the pain alone, and tries not to shed tears, life may be too cruel to Xiao Yang, but sometimes life is so ruthless, without emotional pity.

The storm of life always comes when you are not ready, leaving you bruised, uneasy, losing a lot, sometimes all you can do may be to bear quietly, crying in obscurity, crying is not a kind of cowardice, a kind of bowing, but a kind of catharsis, a desperate rebellion against life.

Like Xiao Yang Yi of that year, like Yang Yi of the young Yang now, life is like a test, squeezing your last powerless struggle, forcing you to succumb to it.

The mountain path is still familiar, and the children running are still the same children, but the current Xiao Yang is no longer the Xiao Yang Yi of the past, silently bearing the loneliness that he should not bear at his age, silently walking towards the school with the crowd.

The mountain village primary school is located five kilometers away from the mountain village, intertwined by small roads and dirt roads, in the past, Xiao Yang would also follow the butterflies on the side of the road and run and chase excitedly, because of an ant and lie on the ground to observe, watch the ants busy moving, from time to time also pick up a small branch to block the way of moving ants, and now all these things have slowly disappeared from his childhood memories.

After arriving at the school, the head teacher came in and led a new classmate, a girl with short hair and big eyes, who did not look strange at all because of the transfer.

In the end, the head teacher arranged her and Xiao Yang at the same table, one was taciturn, the other was lively and cute, and the different personalities were intertwined, just like two originally parallel life trajectories were linked to Xiao Yang at the moment when the girl transferred to school.

As soon as they blended, they accompanied each other for twelve years, a very long, long time, as if it was God's compensation for Xiao Yang Yi, silently.

"What's your name? My name is Wen Xiao. As soon as the little girl sat next to Xiao Yang Yi, she introduced herself, with an innocent smile on her face.

From the head teacher to the teacher, Xiao Yang also lay motionless on the table, the head teacher didn't listen to a word of what the head teacher said on the podium, his mind was full of his mother's shadow, and he was a little more indifferent to the surrounding scene.

Xiao Yang also heard the little girl's words, raised his head and glanced at the little girl with a smile on his face, but did not respond, and then directly lay motionless on his stomach, ignoring it.

"Hmph," the little girl snorted softly, clasped her hands to her chest, twisted her little head, and turned to the other side, obviously ignored by Xiao Yang and was not lightly angry. Don't say anything, don't respond, this is the first meeting between them, it's not as good as you imagined.

Yang Yi in the void looked at Xiao Yang Yi and ignored the little girl, with a long-lost smile on his face, a deep smile, a very light smile, and a long-lost smile at his age was revealed in the faint sunlight, brilliant.

The scale of time is still moving forward, no one can correct its scale, if anyone corrects the time, she has begun to grow old, and time has left an indelible mark on her body.

The child's world will become familiar over time, and when the familiarity is full, it will sublimate into a good feeling, and it will only stay at the good feeling, because in their world they cannot experience the love of the adult world, and they cannot understand the real love.

"Why is the answer to this question fifteen?" the little girl was very puzzled, staring at Xiao Yang Yi expectantly with big eyes, and asked softly.

"You're so stupid, there are seven apples in the tree and eight apples on the ground, isn't that fifteen?" Xiao Yang tapped the little girl's head in annoyance.

"You knock on my head again, and if you knock again, I'll tell Mr. Ou to go. The little girl's face was full of anger, and she jumped up from the stool, crossed her hands on her waist, and stared at Xiao Yang Yi viciously.

As soon as Xiao Yang heard that the little girl was going to tell Teacher Ou, he immediately apologized with a smile on his face, grabbed the little girl's clothes hard, and said, "Sit down, this question is like this......"

After all, the little girl did not resist Xiao Yang Yi's soft grinding and hard bubbles, just like a girl in love is always angry because of the boy, but she can't stand the boy's hippie smile, and chooses to forgive the boy again and again. The same is true of the little girl, from time to time she smiles, exclaims, and covers her mouth tightly and says, "So that's the case, I'm so stupid." ”

"I said you're stupid, you don't believe it," Xiao Yang echoed casually.

"You call me stupid again," the little girl cried out.

"No, you heard me wrong, I said I was stupid. Xiao Yang also hurriedly denied it, his little head shook like a rattle, and his little hands kept swinging.

"You're just me. The little girl didn't believe Xiao Yangyi's words at all.

"I mean, I'm stupid. Xiao Yang also refused to admit it.

If she admits it, the little girl really ran to tell Teacher Ou that she was in big trouble, and it was not the result she wanted at all.

In the child's cognition, the teacher is serious, giving people a sense of fear, although they are not actually scary, but the child is naïve to feel that they are afraid, like a gluttonous beast, no one knows the reason, just like not knowing that love sometimes brings pain, but still love, perhaps itself is a contradiction.

Xiao Yang and the little girl are still arguing endlessly on the question of "who is stupid", one insists on it, and the other does not admit it, in an infinite loop, with no result.

The moment the little girl was led into the classroom by the head teacher, the young Yang Yi looked at her with a smile, carefree and carefree like a child, innocent and splendid, and gently shook off the dust in her heart, very light and soft.

Although life made him lose the love of his parents at a young age, he used a little girl to outline the childhood he should have, relaxed and cheerful.

The little girl is like a beautiful arc in the sky, making his heart perfect, the little girl is like a ray of light in the darkness, driving away the darkness hidden in the depths of his heart, the little girl is like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, gently fading his inner defenses, sowing a seed, accompanying him to thrive.

Possession in life may mean the loss of the future, it may come very gently, or it may come very quickly, even if it really leaves in the end, it still cannot hide the light that once radiated and the imprint of life that cannot be changed.

The most tender side of time is that it can permanently stay in your memory with the beautiful pictures of the past, never fade until the end of life, accompanied by a long time, and sealed in the dust.

Looking at the continuous argument between the two, the immature voice hovered over the classroom, and it never dispersed for a long time.

The young Yang Yi smiled, his body slowly blurred, the brilliance slowly disappeared, and after a while, there was no end in sight, no one knew that he had come, the little girl didn't know, Xiao Yang didn't know, all he knew was his memory and the long river of time, very light and soft, without a trace of light sound.

Maybe some people are destined to meet at birth, but they meet a little later, but they will eventually become your him (she).