The sky in Pinghai is very blue and clear, and there is no haze caused by industrial pollution.

The sunlight is projected on the black and white mottled wall paint of Ping'an Lane, the pink walls and tiles, the decaying bricks and stone cracks, the staggered light and shadow outline the outline of the eaves, the horse-head wall is covered with layers of green tiles, the tiles are dark and shiny, the lines are meticulous, and the stone fish at the corners of the eaves are alive and vibrant, quiet and far-reaching.

There is a trembling aroma of wine flowing out of the deep alley, and you can smell the intoxicating smell of wine from afar.

Outside the alley, there are two rows of abrupt residential buildings, yellowed walls, rows of rusty burglar nets on the second floor, and sewer garbage in the corners. There are also telephone poles with small advertisements for curing all diseases, small heads secretly watching upstairs, and underwear floating out of the balcony anti-theft net, all of which are combined into scenes of old streets and alleys.

A paper airplane made of folded white paper swept over the alley, startled a flock of sparrows, flew farther to the telephone pole, and poked its head out in disbelief.

The paper airplane fell to the ground, just in front of Fang Ning, slightly hesitating, but still bent down to pick up the crumpled paper airplane.

When he opened it, he found that there was nothing written on the paper airplane, just a simple white sheet of paper folded up.

Fang Ning's head felt like electricity, thinking of something, but it didn't seem to think of anything.

Mark Twain said that history does not repeat itself, but there are always striking similarities. In ancient Greece, Plato also put forward the concept of Ouroboros, which is connected from end to end, and is always in a state of self-devouring, in an infinite cycle.

When he walked to the end of the alley, covered with moss, he was suddenly stunned when he turned back and walked back.

A dappled ray of sunlight was projected onto the ground, and at the foot of the spot stood a pretty girl, without any words, just looking at him quietly.

The shadows of the branches and trees sticking out of the alley swayed and swayed, and the light and shadow seemed to merge with her, and the sparrows chirped and fell to the trees, poked their heads out to look, and then scattered in a hurry, like a simple dream.

And at the end of the alley facing Fang Ning's back, the dappled and dazzling sunlight was actually depicted through the bleak leaves, and when he raised his head slightly, a faint brilliance appeared in the pupils.

This girl has a completely different side from Cheng Xi, her eyes are big and bright, and she shines through the rhythmic eyelashes.

However, in the midst of looking back, I could see a strong confidence in her eyes.

The moment the two exchanged eyes, it was just a short look, and a lot of information was read. If life is only as it first seems.

Fang Ning pinched the paper airplane in his hand, with an unclear meaning, and suddenly thought of the ridiculous story before junior high school, what kind of beautiful misunderstanding was caused by the sentence I like you on the paper airplane, and even he himself was still a little throbbing.

Of course, maybe she had already let go.

Li Jiajia was wearing a red hat, her hair was hanging down from the brim, she was wearing a light-colored coat, straddled a small black bag, and her hands were in her pockets, with a hint of winter laziness. She was very calm, without the excitement of meeting the deceased on the road, nor the indifference of acquaintance, only a faint smile, separated by a distance of dozens of meters, bowed her head, and said, "Long time no see." ”

Fang Ning was slightly silent, how many times did he not contact him in exchange for a sentence that he hadn't seen him for a long time?

He nodded, "The last trip to Yueyang should have been in autumn, and now it's winter, and the time of a season can indeed be counted as a long time gone." ”

"Let's take a walk?" Li Jiajia came over and stood at just the right distance from him.

"Good. Fang Ning was very casual.

The two walked slowly along the roadside road in the opposite direction of Ping'an Lane, and from time to time fan-like golden leaves fell and spread all over the street, and people stepped on it and made a creaking sound.

It stands to reason that this season, the leaves that should have fallen have already fallen, but there are still leaves falling, Fang Ning looked up and found that those were ginkgo trees, fan-shaped leaf veins, showing irregular wavy bends under the light and shadow.

The two talked while walking, chatting about the past days, chatting about their current lives, and there was nowhere to talk about a lot of emotion, after all, in junior high school, the two of them had an unpleasant experience.

Fortunately, so much time has passed, and it can be regarded as letting go of the entanglements of the past.

Passing by Miyuan West Point on the first floor of Building 8 of Wanhui Center on Tianyue Avenue, Fang Ning asked her on a whim, "How about you have a cup of milk tea?"

Li Jiajia tilted her head sideways, but she was stunned, nodded after a little thought, and smiled, "It's rare that you also have a treat, so I might as well be respectful." ”

"Haha, how can you be so picky as you say?" Fang Ning narrowed his eyes and said.

In the Miyuan pastry shop, the two of them ordered a latte and a cappuccino respectively, and found a seat with open floor-to-ceiling doors and windows to sit opposite each other. I also have the feeling of hugging the soft and warm quilt on the pole and burying my head in it and smelling it, and the clean smell of the soap is surprisingly warmer than the sun.

Fang Ning raised his face slightly, put the cappuccino cup with a mellow and rich fragrance on the horizontal wooden windowsill, and let the sunlight hit his face.

And Li Jiajia bowed slightly, took off her red hat, threw out her long black hair, and her big and godly eyes looked through the big boy on the opposite side, as if she could see the shadow of tears streaming down her face in the sun.

"It's rude to look at people like that. Fang Ning touched the cup with her, smiled, and drank coffee.

"Have you ever heard Eason Chan's song? She looked around leisurely, the restaurant was quiet, there were not many customers except for a couple and a few waiters, and this meant that no one would disturb the quiet moment.

Fang Ning tilted his head slightly at half an angle, glanced back, turned around, pointed to the gently looping song in the store, and said, "This song?"

He paused and nodded, "...... Very nice to hear. ”

"The more eager to meet and then discover.

There were 10 years in between.

The smiling face I want to see, only nostalgia.

I don't understand, how to go and chat again.

Like I didn't smoke in the old days.

I don't know how you've changed.

It seems that after waiting for a hundred years, I suddenly understood.

Even if we meet again, we perform maturely.

It's better not to see

…

Li Jiajia listened quietly to soothing music, occasionally took a sip of latte, and looked slightly dazed.

If it's unrecognizable, why bother to say goodbye? I've liked you, I've been with all my heart, and in the end, I'm not me, and you're not you. After all, there is more than one script in life, and after the last play, we can only take a curtain call.

Many people say that songs can reflect a person's mood, especially the person who listens to the song, what kind of mood you are in, what kind of song you listen to.

Fang Ning pondered slightly, but there were some things that he didn't dare to think about below.

Li Jiajia tasted the bitter taste of the latte, and her mood was as bitter as this.

One is full of feelings, but it is hidden in his heart, and he can only use song hints, more often, it is more like psychological self-comfort, one understands everything, but he pretends to be confused, and he is like a dumb melon.

Same melody, different ending.

It turns out that everyone will grow up, and there will always be something that they are reluctant to throw away to the old time.