In this small 5-to-9 town, everyone has their own things, whether busy, leisurely, or hurried, they always have their own sense of belonging.

Everyone is so small, so small and reassuring.

Paper airplanes flew over the high roofs, over the balconies where the girl's white underwear was dried, over the red walls and white tiles covered with creeper vines, over the mottled gaps in the shadows of the trees, and flew higher and higher, disappearing in the silent valley.

The uncle who brushed his teeth on the balcony looked up at the sky, watching the paper airplane fly farther and farther, as if he thought of something, the memory may be a little vague, but the so-and-so who was not unforgettable but never forgot it, and with the paper airplane floating in his heart, his lips squirmed, and some words rolled silently in his chest, but he couldn't say anything, his heart suddenly tightened, as if he had lost something important.

Some people lose it, and they probably can't get it back.

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The sun is slightly scorching, bright but not sad, the old road streets, the bluestone paved roads, the gray and white wall tiles, the green creepers are thriving, the birds are flying, and the pedestrians are three or two.

It's not easy to have such good weather at this time of winter.

Fang Ning is a person who can't stop, after being idle for a while, he feels uncomfortable, and he always wants to find something to do.

But a group of his friends are all living their own lives, everyone has their own things, and they want to take time to play with him, but they don't have time.

Even Fang Wei has his own things, he goes to cram school every day, the schedule is full, he has to get up in the morning when the air conditioning is blowing outside, he comes back very late at night, he takes a bath and sleeps after eating and doing his homework, there is no gap to stop, and there is no chance to complain.

She has reached the critical juncture of promoting primary school to junior high school, and there are three schools in front of her to choose from, the first is Qiaolian Tianyue Middle School, which is regarded as a direct promotion, and she is also a local student from Qiaolian Primary School, and the benefits must be greater; the second is the 14th Middle School, which is close to her home, and it takes less than ten minutes to get to the school from home, and the teachers are only a little worse than Qiaolian Tianyue; the third is Qiming Middle School in the north of the city, a public school, with strong teachers and accumulation, and has a potential that people dare not despise.

Of course, it's still a little far away to think about these now, and what the future choices will be is her own business.

Fang Ning practiced calligraphy in the study, and he couldn't get off after writing more than a dozen words with the brush in his hand, so he simply scribbled on the white paper, with ink everywhere, he pinched his ears a little irritably, washed the brush and the inkstone, and walked back and forth in the study, sighing constantly.

He felt that he couldn't calm down, and there was an irrepressible urge in his heart, as if he had reached a decadent period, and everything didn't go well, and his heart was always inexplicably irritable.

This irrepressible impulse is called the mind ape in Buddhism, which means that the mind is like a monkey jumping, and the consciousness is uncontrollable like a horse running.

Thinking about it, I can't be quiet.

It's not that the huge gap in life makes him feel empty, but it is precisely the fullness of life, and there are no regrets, that makes him at a loss.

In the eyes of his parents, he is a good child, obedient and sensible, and does not let adults worry about it, and in the eyes of teachers he is a good boy, not noisy or noisy, with excellent academic performance, proud of his disciple, in the eyes of his classmates, he gets along with everyone, he will not have too much contact with girls, and he will not play ball with boys, so he stays quietly.

Imagine such a life, it always seems to be perfect and flawless, there are no twists and turns, there are no unpleasant things, but this is such a life, the biggest drawback is that it is too perfect to be decent.

Back in this era, he has been changing the regrets, to avoid some bumpy things in the future, to some extent, he did change some of the subtleties of history, but in the process, he is like a wolf dog running in a hurry, trying his best to chase, so that every life is portrayed flawlessly, but is this kind of life really what he wants?

He was a little hesitant, and his originally firm heart was also a little confused, and he seemed to have lost his way and lost his faith on this long journey.

That's why he's upset.

Or maybe he was actually afraid in his heart, worried that all his efforts were just a beautiful and grand dream.

No matter how good the dream is, there will be a day when you wake up.

Once he wakes up, he will be knocked back into his original form.

He is still just Fang Ning, an office worker who is as hasty as a jackal in later generations, and in order to live, he no longer thinks about the dream buried deep in his heart, after all, dreams cannot be reflected in reality.

But everyone here, grandma, grandpa, parents, sister, every friend, including every building here, is so real, every morning the streets emit fog, the light is so bright and bright, the greasy fritters and steaming soy milk, he can't doubt whether this is a dream or not.

Wandering in confusion, chasing that glimmer of light in the hurry.

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, even if it was a dream, cherishing the present was the ultimate thing.

The mountains and rivers are empty, and it is better to cherish the people in front of you.

Fang Ning rode out and decided to revisit the places near his home to personally feel the trajectory of his life, the current junior high school, and the high school that was not far away.

He rode through the streets and alleys, the bell rang softly, passed through the roads of planted cloth and camphor, and also saw the old shops full of mottled time, followed the sun-drenched No. 6 bus, walked on the streets that have not changed for ten years, and looked up to see dreams.

The shadows of the clouds here seem to be washed away.

It's very relaxed, the feeling of irritability in my heart is gone, only riding a bicycle forward, the cold wind blowing in my face.

Riding a bicycle all the way down the slope of the old street, overtaking pedestrians, seeing the sparkling river outside the Bibo Bridge, flowing endlessly, he wanted to release Gao Ge, but he couldn't sing, there were very important things waiting for him to do.

Then he sent a postcard to his former friend at the post office on Minjian Road, one for Ming Nannan, saying that I miss you very much, some for my friends in Shanshu Village, and one for my future own.

Except for the one for the future self, everyone else's postcards were postmarked and sent.

When passing by Tianyue Cultural Square, I saw someone practicing calligraphy with a big brush dipped in water on the ground, and wrote a sentence "Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud".

Fang Ning was slightly touched, in this square of laughter and laughter, he seemed to understand a lot, some things would not change.