After school in the afternoon, Lin Xiaoni and Zhao Yingran pushed their bicycles on the way home.

The two talked a lot on the road, and Zhao Yingran vaguely told him about his acquaintance with Wen Shaohua that day, and today he told it all.

Walking on the road, pedestrians come and go, and the two people in school uniforms naturally blend into this scene, as well as the row of green trees on the side of the road, and the weeds under the trees.

Lin Xiaoni asked, "What will we end up being?"

"Why do you ask?"

"It's just curious, you had a good time back then, although you were a child, but now you are like a stranger, and it always feels like a bad taste. ”

"It shouldn't go on like this. ”

So I asked what we would be in the end, or what kind of people we would become. ”

Zhao Yingran was silent when she heard this, and said, "I don't know." ”

Lin Xiaoni thought for a while and said, "Or will you do whatever it takes for some purposes?"

Zhao Yingran suddenly said, "Have you seen the story of the mermaid?"

"A very popular story circulating in the online post bar?"

"Yes. ”

"Not a person of the same world after all?"

"Yes. ”

Lin Xiaoni sighed: "Time is really a weapon, it can kill a lot of things. ”

Zhao Yingran asked suspiciously, "Something?"

"For example, bonds, such as initial ideals, such as positions, and ideas. ”

"Have you ever thought that as long as our hearts remain the same, then time is powerless for us after all. ”

"Don't forget the original intention?" Lin Xiaoni smiled: "But, the original intention is easy to obtain, and it is always difficult to keep!"

"But!" Zhao Yingran opened her eyes, and the gentle sunlight shone on her bright pupils, as if burning with starlight.

"However, if we keep our hearts, we can always achieve them, and if we follow our hearts, it is already the greatest victory, so why bother about what we can gain? We will always gain more than we lose, right?"

Lin Xiaoni looked at her eyes and suddenly laughed.

"Laughing at what?"

"I laughed at me for being too unfounded. ”

Lin Xiaoni still smiled and said: "The future is not ours, but the current feet!

Zhao Yingran nodded heavily.

"We will eventually become who we want to be! Come on!" Lin Xiaoni suddenly shouted into the street.

The pedestrians on the street shouted towards the shout, and Zhao Yingran turned her head and pretended not to know Lin Xiaoni.

Lin Xiaoni said aggrievedly: "Isn't it?"

"Maybe!" A voice suddenly sounded behind the two, and Lin Xiaoni suddenly paused when she heard this figure, and turned her head away in disbelief.

I saw a boy in a casual suit, with a slanted back comb, a young face, and no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, standing behind them, he slowly stretched out his hand, signaling that there was a BMW parked next to him.

Lin Xiaoni's tone trembled a little, "When did you come back?"

The other party smiled and said, "Just now!"

Zhao Yingran looked at the boy and asked with some confusion, "Then how do you know that we are on this road?"

The boy said, "To be precise, I was waiting for you at the gate of your school, but you kept talking about something when you left the school, so I didn't get out of the car and followed you all the time." ”

"Qiao Lu, you're finally back. Lin Xiaoni cried and threw herself into his hand and said.

This boy is Qiao Lu, Lin Xiaoni's childhood sweetheart, to be precise, the two parties are baby relatives, the important thing is that the two grew up together until Qiao Lu went to the United States the year before last.

Zhao Yingran looked at the two of them enviously and said, "It's so good!"

Qiao Lu was in a hurry, pushed Lin Xiaoni out of his arms with a little blush, and then asked, "What's so good?"

Zhao Yingran smiled and looked at Lin Xiaoni, who was a little aggrieved, and said, "Childhood sweethearts are so good." ”

Qiao Lu smiled: "Aren't you too?"

Zhao Yingran was a little puzzled and didn't understand what this meant.

Qiao Lu pointed to himself and said, "I've been following you all the time!"

Zhao Yingran blushed instantly, and said with some embarrassment: "How can we be childhood sweethearts, it doesn't count." ”

Qiao Lu didn't dwell on this, and said, "Let's go, get in the car, I'll invite you to a big meal!"

"What about the bike?" asked Lin Xiaoni.

Qiao Lu glanced at the bicycle pushed by the two and said, "Put it here first, it's not far from your house, and I'll ride it after eating." ”

Zhao Yingran and Lin Xiaoni glanced at each other, and almost thought of it together, it was so good, and there was a big meal!

…………

In the evening, Zhao Yingran returned home, and her parents had finished eating.

Mother Zhao said reproachfully: "Why did you come back so late?" said and pointed to the rice left on the table and said, "Go and eat." ”

"I've eaten!" Zhao Yingran put down the schoolbag, walked to the dining table, opened the lid and smelled it, and said, "It's so fragrant, save it for breakfast tomorrow." ”

"Why did you go out to eat?" Zhao Mu asked suspiciously.

"That friend of Xiaoni's came back and invited us to eat. Zhao explained.

Father Zhao suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go to the company, and I may have to sleep in the company tonight." With that, he put on his clothes and went out.

Mother Zhao's eyes were a little gloomy, she walked to the door and said, "Go home and sleep comfortably." ”

Zhao's father had already walked away, and his voice came from afar: "Work is important. ”

Zhao Yingran looked at her mother's appearance and felt a little distressed, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Why doesn't my father care about family affairs at all!"

Mother Zhao closed the door, then turned around and smiled reluctantly: "It's also for this family." ”

Zhao Yingran squinted her eyes, looked at her mother puzzled, and said, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Mother Zhao looked at Zhao Yingran lovingly, touched her head and said, "It's just some trivial matters, you don't have to know, you have to study hard when you go to high school." ”

Zhao Yingran turned around again, but still didn't ask for any useful information, and finally had to give up.

After washing up, I returned to the bedroom, just lying on the bed, my eyes skimming out the window, and a bright moon hung in the sky, like a bright light. She jumped up again.

I also have to write poetry!

She sat at the desk, took out her notebook from her schoolbag, looked at the homework assigned by the Chinese teacher in the afternoon, and carefully read the two residual poems a few times: "The bright moon and the breeze fall slowly, and the three dead leaves are silent at dusk."

She shook her head, thinking to herself, what's so hard about this?

She took out Lin Xiaoni's notebook again, thought about it for about half a minute, and then wrote casually: "I don't know where the end of the world is, and the cape is green at dusk." ”

After writing, I stared at my notebook and wondered what kind of mood I should write?