Lying in bed, my mind kept flashing through many years, many people... I thought about it all night, and I didn't come to any conclusions.

I was woken up by the phone early the next morning, and when I picked up the microphone, I heard Yang Zijia's loud voice, "Come to my house, my grandfather picked a lot of peaches from the peach trees in his hometown this morning, and ate at my house at noon. ”

I didn't pay attention to what she said later, and the word "peach" made me hang up the phone decisively and then wash and change clothes and go out.

It was the summer heat, I chose a white dress with a sunflower pattern, tied my waist-length long hair into a ball, I was in the mirror, my eyeballs didn't know what the reason was tan, when I was a child, many people asked me if I was a mixed-race child, and when I grew up, my classmates and teachers said that I was wearing contact lenses.

As soon as I went out, I couldn't open my eyes from the sun, but I never liked to play with a sun umbrella, Yang Zijia said every time that I was too white so I had no fear, in fact, I was lazy.

After waiting at the bus stop for 15 minutes, I finally saw the No. 2 bus coming, and it took about half an hour to get from my house to her house.

As soon as I got in the car, the air conditioning brought me to life. Half an hour under the sun is really not covered.

As soon as I arrived at the door of Yang Zijia's house, I saw that the door was open. I was holding the big watermelon I bought at the entrance of the alley in my arms, and the first thing I felt was Yang Ziheng, after a semester of rubbing, now we are more familiar, and sometimes he will explain some math problems to me, because Yang Zijia is too indebted and impatient.

The corners of his mouth went up, he strode over to me, and then took the big watermelon and "come in and blow the fan for a while."

I felt a little deer in my heart, but my movements were rude to death, and I patted him on the shoulder, "Not bad, young man, I can read words and looks."

", he's interested in seeing it" Yang Zijia rolled his eyes at him, and then turned to me, "Miss Xiao, don't come in and eat yet, the peaches are all washed"

I immediately picked up a big, red peach and took a big bite, my face full of satisfaction.

At this time, Grandpa Yang took some washed peaches from the kitchen and came out, "Nan Nan, these are for you to take home to eat, don't forget to take them away in the afternoon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Grandma Yang shouting in the kitchen with full of anger, "It's time to start eating." Many years later, Grandma Yang passed away, and I still told Yang Zijia that I missed the peaches of that summer, the taste of that summer.

After eating, Grandpa Yang didn't want us to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, "Senior high school students, go and review your homework, you don't need to wash the dishes."

There is a small desk in Yang Ziheng's room, and every time the three of us squeeze into this study. As soon as he sat down, Yang Zijia wailed, "I will enter the third year of high school next semester, Xiao Yanan, have you thought about which university to study?",

As soon as the words fell, Yang Ziheng also looked at me, as if waiting for my answer.

Thinking of my mother's phone call last night, I lowered my head and sighed, "Hey, my parents are going to transfer me to Guizhou to study in the third year of high school."

"Ah, why, are you really going?" Yang Zijia said in surprise, shaking my arm.

"My parents said that the score line in Guizhou is lower, and my mother also wants to take care of me in the third year of high school, so I don't worry about being alone at home," I replied as I looked at the book.

"Hey, that's right, for your future, and for the sake of being a family, your parents are also for your good, but... Yang Zijia's eyes showed reluctance, but he didn't say it again.