"The most beautiful scenery I've ever seen in my life is you that summer. —Broken Bridge Passerby

Aunt Zhao is not surnamed Zhao, but Zhou, but she prefers to be called Aunt Zhao, and Zhao is her husband's surname.

When she was young, Aunt Zhao was still a girl from the Zhou family, she went to high school, and in that era when the family was financially constrained, such a person was already an intellectual and could have a good job. But this academic qualification did not bring much benefit to Aunt Zhao, but made her a "negative" character in ten miles and eight towns.

"I heard that the daughter of the old Zhou family drove away the blind date arranged by the family again!"

"Hey, pity Lao Zhou's family. ”

"I really don't know what such a big girl is making a fuss about. ”

"I'm afraid no one will introduce her to someone in the future!"

“……”

In life, after all, we have to face all kinds of incomprehension, and this incomprehension is often the initial form of gossip. Many things that I believed in at the beginning also became wavering because of the discussions of the people around me, and in the end, even I was lost in this crowd, which is pitiful and lamentable. Fortunately, there are always people who can go through thousands of sails without changing their original intentions, and "Miss Zhou" is one of them.

When "Miss Zhou" was in school, she read a lot of novels. Her favorite is Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. She is deeply attracted by the kindness and sincerity of the protagonist Anna, who is dignified and passionate. Especially dare to pursue her own love, although it is despised by her own high society! "Miss Zhou" is from that time, secretly determined that her happiness must be firmly in her own hands.

From the age of 16 to the age of 22, "Miss Zhou" has always carried the fingers and fingers of those around her, but she still firmly acts according to her own ideas. The 22-year-old girl, in that era, seemed to be an "older leftover girl". The family was restless about this matter, Father Zhou kept a straight face every day, and Mother Zhou sat at the door and sighed when she came back from the ground. "Miss Zhou" was angry, took a few clothes and some dry food and left home for the city.

When she first arrived in the city, she had no acquaintances to rely on, no job to make ends meet, and after eating up the dry food she brought, "Miss Zhou" began to go hungry. She was stubborn in her bones and didn't want to go back, so she could only ask for it while scavenging. Fortunately, in the summer, I don't have to be cold.

It lasted for two weeks, until that stormy afternoon.

That afternoon, the gray clouds gathered rapidly, accompanied by a faint rumbling sound. In the land scorched by the sun at noon, the heat wave has been torn apart by the strong wind. Pedestrians hurried along the road, after all, no one wanted to be drenched in the storm. "Miss Zhou" is no exception, but after being in this city for so long, it has never rained, and she has no fixed residence, so she usually finds a cool place to spend the night together, where can she go when it rains?

When she was trying to get rid of her worries, several young people of the same age as "Miss Zhou" hurriedly ran past her with books in their arms, she saw in them something she had never seen before, and she couldn't tell what it was, but she felt that those people were different from the people around her on weekdays. Later, I realized that the inexplicable but very attractive thing was a person's temperament! But the "Miss Zhou" at that time was just attracted by this thing, and she didn't feel that she followed them, and later entered a very big house.

From the outside, the house looked a bit old, with two rows of ginkgo trees on either side of the gate, like two rows of guards lined up, dark green fan-shaped leaves showing their vitality, and the wooden windows were slightly dilapidated, but the glass was clean and transparent, and it was not broken.

"Miss Zhou" entered the hall and looked inside curiously. There are surprisingly many books in it, much more than Mr. Wu's family in the village. And everyone here sat quietly on the ground, looking seriously at the book in her hand, and no one noticed her. She simply sat on the ground, took a book and read it carefully.

Although she had no fixed place to live and had no food to eat after entering the city, "Miss Zhou" cleaned herself up every day, brought all the clothes with her, and changed them and washed them when they were dirty. Summer clothes are already thin, and the temperature is also high, so it is pleasant to dry your clothes in a small forest and read the newspapers you picked up in the shade of the trees. The neatness of this body may also be an important reason why the people around her do not regard her as an outsider.

"Snow Country"! Yasunari Kawabata's masterpiece!" A young man with glasses walked over and sat next to "Miss Zhou".

"Miss Zhou" was frightened by this sudden voice, but she still pretended to be calm.

"What did you say?"

"The book you take. The young man looked at the burden that "Miss Zhou" was carrying behind him, and seemed to have found something. "Need help?"

"I want you to take care of it!" "Miss Zhou" got up, ready to change places, away from this rude guy sitting next to her. But the stomach barked at this time. "Miss Zhou"'s "horizontal energy" just now disappeared in an instant, and she was there with a red face.

"I still have a nest head here, I'm full today, give it to you!" the young man stood up, took out the nest head from his canvas satchel, and handed it to "Miss Zhou".

"I~I'm not hungry~" "Miss Zhou" is still there, and there is less confidence in her words. And the "abuse" that protested against her again alone also seemed to urge her to take over the nest.

"Just take it!" the young man took Miss Zhou's hand, shoved the nest head into her hand, and then sat down to continue reading.

"Miss Zhou" was stunned, no one had touched her hand since she was a child. No, there is a person, an elementary school classmate Tie Dan'er accidentally touched it while playing and was beaten by her. Since then, no one has dared to come near her, and they all say that she is a madwoman. But today, "Miss Zhou" didn't want to hit someone at all, but her face that had just calmed down turned red again, and this time it was even more ruthless, red to her neck.

"Hey, are you going to stand all the time?" whispered the young man without looking up. "Miss Zhou" sat down awkwardly and moved to the side again.

"Don't eat here, go eat outside. The young man said again, his slender fingers turning the page of the book and continuing to read.

"...... you" and "Miss Zhou" were about to ask something, but were interrupted by the young man.

"My name is Zhao Yining, what about you?"

"Zhou He. ”

"The lotus?"

"The lotus of the lotus. ”

"You're from that department?"

"What?"

"I said, which department are you from?"

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you from this school?"

"It's not!"

"What about you?" Zhao Qingqing finally stopped looking at the book in his hand, turned his head to the "Miss Zhou" next to him, and looked at the person in front of him curiously.

"I ...... I ran away from home. "Miss Zhou" lowered her head, stared at the book, and did not turn the page for a long time.

"How long did you go to school?" Zhao Qingqing's gaze returned to the book again.

"I was in my second year of high school. ”

"What does your family do?"

"My parents were farmers. ”

"Then you can go to the second year of high school, it's not easy!" Zhao Qingnian suddenly raised his head and said thoughtfully.

"Well, my junior high school teacher helped me a lot, and I was the only student in the village who went to high school. ”

"Where do you live now?"

"There is no fixed place......" There was a thunderous thunder, interrupting the words of "Miss Zhou", and then the sound of rain sounded.

The house was still as quiet as ever, and the sound of the thunder and the rain did not affect the house in the slightest. The rain became heavier and heavier, like thousands of lines falling diagonally from a height of 10,000 meters, and like thousands of transparent arrows, shooting towards this vibrant land, but the momentum that pierced everything softened instantly at the moment it touched the green leaves, gathering into drops of crystal rain and dew, sliding down the veins to the tips of the leaves, and then dripping into the dry and cracked soil......