The little boy's name is Zhang Jing, he is more than four years old this year, he is Xiao Yang Yi's cousin, and he is also the child of Xiao Yang Yi's aunt.

Zhang Jing is naturally more introverted, he doesn't talk much on weekdays, he doesn't cry or make trouble, he is quiet, he doesn't talk to any strangers, unfamiliar people call him, and he doesn't even lift his eyelids, which is a bit cold and arrogant.

Zhang Jing revolves around his grandmother every afternoon, and like Xiao Yang before, he especially likes to drown in his grandmother's arms, and every time he can make his grandmother laugh, the wrinkles on his face are stretched out in laughter.

Zhang Jing only looks forward to his little Yang Yige coming home from school quickly every day and playing with him, in the world of children, he may feel that he feels beautiful when he is looking forward to it, and he is full of laughter when he cares.

An old man and a young man get up every afternoon to wait for Xiao Yang Yi's return, the old man's eyes are full of worry, the young child's eyes are full of expectation, and the figure of an old man and a young man is like the replacement of the old and the new in life, full of vitality.

"Xiao Ma Xiao Erlang, carry a schoolbag to school. The immature children's voice came from far and near, singing with the birds on the branches, walking with the winding paths, accompanying him with the flowing river, dancing for him with the silent wind, and a figure happily rushing towards the old and the young.

"Grandma, Zhang Jing. Xiao Yang also began to call every time he was far away, and his little short legs were like stepping on two hot wheels, running wildly all the way, and his slightly heavy schoolbag shook up and down with his running figure.

Grandma's house and aunt are only built next to each other, and they can be reached by crossing a short bluestone road.

My aunt (Yang Yi's mother's sister) opened a small supermarket and sold all kinds of snacks, although my aunt loved Xiao Yang Yi very much.

But every time Xiao Yang Yi goes to his aunt's house, he seems a little restrained, every time he looks at those various and dazzling snacks, Xiao Yang Yi's eyes are full of stars, and his saliva habitually swallows in his stomach.

However, Xiao Yang is also thin-skinned and never takes the initiative to take it himself, only when his aunt takes the initiative to give it to him, but he never seems to refuse the delicious snacks in his aunt's hand, and he eats it clean every time, and sometimes he looks like he is still unsatisfied, which is very funny.

Cousin Zhang Jingke doesn't have those concerns of Xiao Yang, after all, it is his own home, no matter how serious the mother is, there is no trace of fear in the eyes of his children, every time he runs to steal and eat while his parents are not paying attention, his parents are not distressed about snacks, but they just think that children who eat too much are not good for physical development, but this is definitely not the case in the understanding of two young children.

"Brother, do you eat spicy strips? Brother, have you ever eaten jelly?Brother, do you eat ice cream? Which flavor do you want?" Every time he arrives at his cousin's house, Zhang Jing never forgets to recommend his own snacks to Brother Yang Yi.

Xiao Yang Yi couldn't help but want to say every time: "Then let's have some! Anyway, I have a big belly, and I can eat it." ”

Cousin Zhang Jing seems to know his cousin very well, and he has a tacit understanding, as long as Xiao Yang doesn't make a sound, it means that he wants to eat, so he runs to get it.

Then the two toddlers sneakily hid a bunch of snacks in their clothes, bulged, and slipped out of the house and ran away.

There is a bamboo forest next to my grandmother's house, with a slender bamboo body, hanging straight to the sky, a breeze blowing, swaying with the wind, falling down the green bamboo leaves, spreading the entire bamboo forest.

The two children were lazily lying on the bamboo leaves, surrounded by snacks like a small hill, constantly stuffing them into their mouths, and after a short time, all the snacks were swept away, and colorful plastic bags could be seen everywhere in the bamboo forest, obviously not the first time to do this kind of thing.

The two young children who were full of food fell asleep in a daze, and every time they had to come to the bamboo forest to wake them up, but for many years the grandmother never told the secrets of the two young children, and it seemed that she did not see the plastic bags of snacks thrown away.

If it was my aunt or Xiao Yang's own mother, my grandmother would definitely come forward to stop it, but the love of the next generation finally defeated the old man's reason.

The sun shines brightly, the young children sleep in the forest, the old man walks according to the cane, looking to ask the child where to return, this scene is like an ink painting in the wind, quiet, real and natural. One old and two young, complement each other.

As usual, the sky had just dawned, and Xiao Yang went to school happily after eating the food cooked by his grandmother, day after day, year after year, the path several kilometers away I don't know how many times Xiao Yang also walked.

In 2002, with the reform of the national education system, nine-year compulsory education began to be implemented nationwide, Xiao Yang also began to live in the school when he first started the fourth grade, and his cousin Zhang Jing had also entered the first grade, but the two brothers were not in the same primary school, and when the two brothers met again in the same school, it was ............

Xiao Yangyi, who lives in school, only returns to his grandmother every weekend, and the two brothers can only meet, so the time spent with them has become less, but the brotherhood has become more and more important as Xiao Yang Yi slowly becomes sensible.

After all, for Xiao Yang Yi, the appearance of his cousin Zhang Jing made Xiao Yang Yi's childhood more complete and full of too much joy, and Zhang Jing also became the most important person in Yang Yi's heart.

There is less time for one person to be accompanied, and more time for another person to be in contact, that person is Xiao Yang Yi's long-time tablemate - Wen Xiao, all this seems to be destined in the dark, a boy and a girl, staggered in the parallel line of Yang Yi's life, accompanied by Yang Yi in a different way.

Living in school means that Xiao Yang also needs to bring enough meals from his grandmother's house for a week, even if his grandmother fills Xiao Yangyi's vegetable box every time, Xiao Yang still always eats the dishes two times in advance, and can only eat big white rice.

At this time, Xiao Yang would never have imagined that many years later, he would be in a more prosperous metropolis, living a very poor life, and he would not have eaten a decent meal for a long time.

Over time, Wen Xiao discovered this situation, and every time he took the initiative to give his dishes to Xiao Yang Yi, over time, a little boy and a little girl were not together except for sleeping, and the rest of the time they were together.

Take classes together, go to the river to wash rice and evaporate with river water, sit together on the big bluestone to discuss and study, watch the scattered snowflakes in the snow together, and gaze at the depth of the universe under the starry sky together............ Inseparable.

Spring goes to autumn, summer solstice and winter leaves, time is still moving forward silently, and a hazy seed of love in long-term companionship also grows with the growth of little boys and little girls.

As the little girl grows up, she becomes more and more slim, taller, fairer skin, brighter eyes, and more charming appearance, like a beautiful flower waiting to bloom, but this moving flower was caught in the hands of a boy early on, unwilling to let go.

Once, when the boy and the girl were in the middle of class, the two of them lay on the table, looking at each other without the slightest shyness, and their eyes were full of the shadows of each other's reflections, naturally.

"You're still looking better with short hair when I first met you. Yang Yi gently stroked Wen Xiao's long hair that had already been draped over his shoulders and said softly.

The girl showed a smile, like a fairy in the sky looking back and smiling, fascinated by the world, and the sun, moon and stars were extremely dim under the girl's smile.

The girl stretched out her hand and gently pinched Yang Yi's cheek, the movement seemed very gentle, and Yang Yi did not dodge, because he already knew that the girl in front of him was no longer the girl she was back then, and she blocked her former self in the toilet and didn't dare to come out.

In the flow of years, the girl is less naughty, more gentle, less childish, and more mature, and the former girl has begun to slowly transform into a gentle girl, leaving a youthful and beautiful shadow in the sun, full of vitality.

In the eyes of many people, youth may be the best time in life, where there is the first love, where there is a basic understanding of the world, where there is a beautiful vision, and there is a trace of true love.

That love may seem a little hazy, maybe it's just a simple smile, a soft greeting, a warm care, can make the other party's heart beat faster, pounding, like a deer scurrying in the heart, the complex emotions of longing and fear linger in the heart.

Many people's memories of life are first imprinted with a boy or girl, without any purpose, like a mountain stream flowing in a river, clear and transparent, silent love, ignorant and fearless love, or quiet, hidden in the bottom of the heart, perhaps bright, each other knows the deep thoughts in their hearts.

Obviously, Yang Yi and Wen Xiao belong to the latter, love is in your heart and mine, and a similar smile seems to be able to hear each other's heartbeat and feel each other's body temperature.

That night, the starry sky was a little deeper, less starlight, the crescent moon was shy and did not show the light, and the empty school playground looked a little dim and quiet under the orange light.

Not far from the playground is the school's commissary, which is wrapped by a group of students, desperately squeezing in, as if they want to buy enough snacks at the last moment when the lights out bell rings, so that they can be used as food for their long night.

Yang Yi and Wen Xiao, like many students, strolled alone on the playground at this time of day, at this time it was completely a two-person world, although it was a little noisy, but no one disturbed them, without the gaze of the classmates in the classroom, there was a little more secret and faint charm.

or clinging to each other in the dark, or shackling in the dark, or kissing in the dark, exuding the hormones of youth, covering the love that sprouts in youth with a thick veil.

The girl who snuggled tightly in Yang Yi's arms was still a little shy, even though the boy had been with the girl for several years, at this moment, the girl's heart was still beating wildly.

"Your heart is beating so fast. Yang Yi touched the girl's delicate ear and whispered.

"I hate it," the girl habitually pinched the flesh on Yang Yi's waist, and shyly buried her head deep into Yang Yi's chest.

Yang Yi smiled lightly and gently stroked the girl's long hair, which was exactly the same as the hairstyle that Yang Yi had seen for the first time many years ago.

The girl raised her head, her eyes stared at Yang Yi's eyes, her eyes looked at each other, the two looked at each other affectionately, the girl's long eyelashes couldn't help shaking slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes, and Yang Yi slowly lowered her head.

At that moment, the original continuous flow of time seemed to stop, constantly compressing, as if to deeply engrave this scene in the deepest part of that girl, that boy.

Youth is like a dry fire, burning at one point, the boy's and girl's lips touch together in the dark, the kiss is deep, very intoxicating, the breeze blows, as if to cover up the scene that is happening for the two, covering all eyes, very gently and slowly, without making a sound.

Ding, the school's lights-out bell sounded like earth-shattering thunder, sounding out of thin air, and the heavy sound covered up all the noise and broke all the tranquility.

Yang Yi and Wen Xiao also had to part with a short separation from that intoxication, the figures of the two walked farther and farther away in the dark, and the shadows of two holding hands were reflected under the hazy street lamp, swaying and swaying, and disappeared after a while.

Falling silently, love silent, because the fallen leaves are thrown into the embrace of the earth, and love is thrown into the embrace of the heart.