Occasionally thinking about the past, in fact, Jane is not the best at it, which means that you need to pick up the wound that has already healed again, which will be very painful and uncomfortable, and you want to cry but can't cry. There's a voice telling Jane that it's not your fault.

I don't even want to think about it, I think about it, I feel tired and tired. Whether it was before or now, as everyone would say: let the past pass, no matter what, look forward. How easy it is to say it, how casual it is, nothing more than the mouth opening up and down, followed by the sound of the vocal cords of the throat, blurting out a sentence, how casual, how indifferent.....

"You said yes, right?" Jian Yan smiled bitterly at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at Jian Yan with a smile, then turned his head and couldn't help laughing. "Where do you get so much emotion?"

"Haha-" Jian Yan touched the back of his head and smiled.

It's like—it's not that time yet.....

According to older people, as early as a few decades ago, half of the corpse's home was a pond, and of course, the home called here was already the "home" where the corpse moved later.

There was a very small pond in front of the corpse's house, how small was the pond? According to Jianyan's recollections, it could no longer be called a pond, but it could only be called a "swamp", the water of the pond showed a jet-black color, and every summer it would have a bad smell, and the "swamp" was planted with unknown grass and trees, and a small ditch flowed in and out of it, adding a bit of atmosphere, and occasionally unknown small creatures rolled in the swamp.

Speaking of this pond, I have to be the first to mention here - Xiao Fan, that is, the girl mentioned earlier. Jian Yan didn't remember her name for a long time, and even when Ye Feng mentioned her name in the end, Jian Yan said it with a tone that didn't care, like a gust of wind, with the ripples of the air and away, as if nothing would be left. Maybe it's because I know very well in my heart that two people are like parallel lines, there will never be an intersection again, everything that was once gone with the wind, where does it stay?

And I feel that there is no deliberate need to remember someone, and let it all be buried in the dust, maybe it is also a thing worth remembering.

Kindergarten, a stage that seems to be experienced by everyone, an unknown class, plus a broken memory, in short, I have changed many "schools" in those years. It seems that a family in a semester is not because of its own naughtiness, but because it is annihilated in history, which leads to a change of school, but it should be clear that no matter how it is changed, it is still that village and that town, and the only difference is the distance from home.

What he remembers most deeply is still the kindergarten he got acquainted with Ye Feng, ah——! what a nostalgic scene, often in a nutshell to close his eyes, put himself in the starry sky, under the summer night sky, the familiar scene will be vivid: the school renovated from an ordinary residential building, the lobby in the middle is the "playground", there are cold rusty and painted slides in it, what else? When you come out of the hall and look to the right, there is the classroom, and behind the classroom is the pantry, and there is a mirror with a crack in the middle..... In front of it was the pom, and on the side of the pom-pom was a pom-pom with several embroidery needles inserted into it, which was used to teach disobedient children a lesson.

Indeed, it may not be the familiar thing that is hard to forget, it may be the person.

At that time, Jian Yan didn't know Ye Feng, nor did he know Qing Wu, maybe he was closer to the corpse and could be regarded as a friend.

At the end of class, a group of children play on the stairs at the door of the classroom, as the teacher will occasionally take out cartoon books and tell stories to the children patiently, which is also the happiest time for everyone, because sometimes the teacher will be too involved in telling the story and forget to go to class.

Almost all of them will gather around the teacher, shaking their little heads, and listening carefully to every word, while those who can't squeeze in will stand outside scratching their ears and cheeks.

"Look, it's that fool! It's a fool!" I don't know who shouted this sentence, and it was as if it had exploded.

"Shoot her with a stone!"

They picked up stones from the ground.

The head in front of him is larger than usual, there is saliva at the corner of his mouth, he looks a little silly, he has a turtle hairstyle, he is a well-known fool in the village, in short, I have heard people say that there are three fools in the village, a chubby female fool who lives next to the grocery store, and looks at people all day long, and occasionally holds a Zou Baba apple in his hand. Adults often use this to scare children, and if they don't obey in the future, they will ask to be their wives.

Another fool lives in the eastern part of the village called "Mold", and the story of Moldy is also spread in the village, which is almost famous and well-known. Moldy has a husband, and one day his husband cooked a pot of rice, and then went out to work by himself. When he left, he told the mold that there was rice in the pot, and when he boiled it later, he ate some of it himself, and then left the house. Although Mold was a fool, he also knew that the rice came out of the pot, but he saw that the lid of the pot was floating up and down under the action of steam, and there was a faint white paste overflowing from the side of the lid. So he was afraid of being in a hurry, so he climbed on the stove and pressed the lid of the pot with the weight of his body to prevent it from shaking......

And the last fool is the silly girl in front of her, and the girl also has a miserable fate, there is an uneducated mother, and when she was young, her fever is said to have not been well healed, and her head has been burned, and she has become a silly appearance in front of her. Her family didn't let her go to school, and her home was very close to the school. From time to time, she would run over to eavesdrop on the teacher's stories, but she was always timidly hiding far away, probably behind the wall, looking at Jian Yan and the others with a longing and hopeful look. That is also a look that Jian Yan will never forget for the rest of his life, since Jian Yan was sensible, when he looked back on the past again, this feeling of guilt has been tormenting him for a long, long time.....

Speaking of this, Jian Yan couldn't help but feel a heart-wrenching self-blame, with a deep remorse, which was exactly what he didn't want to think about and recall the past. But it's obviously self-made, which is cruel, isn't it?

Throwing stones at the other party, never caring whether it will hurt the other party, in short, is also the fiercest one to throw. is also the most ugly person to scold. In short, she also knew very well in her early heart that no matter how excessive she did, her mother, who was uneducated and rustic, and had two black braids on the back of her head in the last century, would quietly take the fool back without saying a word. Isn't that fun?

Hates fools, doesn't it?

I look down on fools, don't I?

I don't like dealing with fools, do I?