When Xue Ziyang came back from the toilet, Xia Xu had already packed his schoolbag and put it back on the bed.

It's just that the manuscript of that page of poetry is still in Xia Xu's hands and has not been put back.

Xue Ziyang closed the door and sat lazily on the side of Wang Yunjia's bed.

Xia Xu stared at the manuscript of the poem in his hand, bit his lip lightly, and asked, "Ziyang, this ...... Is that your poem? It just fell out of my bag. As he spoke, he handed over the manuscript of the poem. Blinking those big watery eyes, he looked at Xue Ziyang.

When Xue Ziyang saw the page of the poem, he was stunned at first, then turned his head to look at the schoolbag and saw that the zipper was not closed. Thinking of Xia Xu's words just now, he turned his head back again.

It's just that the nervous look looks like I've almost lost my baby.

Hurriedly took the poem manuscript from Xia Xu's hand and put it in the schoolbag.

Xia Xu looked at him, and his heart went up and down. After some hesitation, he continued to speak, "Ziyang, hmm...... This is the manuscript that won the first place in the Literary Cup...... You wrote it?" asked tentatively.

Xue Ziyang was stunned when he heard the words "Literature Cup". "How did you know about the Literary Cup Poetry Contest?"

"Ahh......h I...... I bought a recent magazine, but I didn't expect that the poem that won first place was originally submitted by you. Xia Xu had an idea and catered to it casually.

Xue Ziyang let out an "oh" after hearing this, and pulled the zipper of his schoolbag. Turning around, he replied absentmindedly: "I didn't write this poem. ”

When Xia Xu heard this, her eyes lit up, and her heart was suddenly overflowing with hope.

Xue Ziyang glanced at Wang Yunjia, who was still asleep, and lowered his voice, "It turns out that this poem won the first place? After a pause, he continued, "This is before you came to our school, the day I went to the book city, and saw what kind of literary cup poetry contest was being held, and on a whim, I casually copied a copy of this poem and threw it on. ”

Xue Ziyang explained word by word, but there was no expression of joy and excitement on his face for this "first place".

Xia Xu remembered that Sun Zuo couldn't find out his true identity before, and it seemed that Xue Ziyang didn't write his contact information at all at that time. Maybe he didn't expect this poem to win an award, or maybe he didn't care if the poem won an award.

"That'...... Who wrote this poem?...... You...... Do you remember?" Xia Xu spit out the last sentence word by word with anxiety and expectation.

"Hmm......" Xue Ziyang looked a little reluctant to answer, frowned slightly, and after a while, he only replied briefly, "A child wrote it." ”

"Children?" Xia Xu thought about it, too, when he wrote this poem, and when he took away this poem, everyone was indeed still a child. So, he still remembers me, right? He hasn't forgotten me, just like I've never forgotten him for so many years?

Xia Xu was a little excited, and tears bloomed slightly, "Ziyang, then...... Do you remember the little kid who wrote this poem?" "My breath began to tremble slightly because of nervousness and anticipation, as if I would really cry in the next second.

How much she wanted to hear what came out of his mouth about the year they played together on the beach, how much she thought that he had only taken the manuscript and disappeared without a trace. How I wish he hadn't forgotten her. Never forgot jì.

Xue Ziyang raised his head and saw Xia Xu's reddened eyes, a little strange, "Huh, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, it's okay! it's okay!" Xia Xu realized that he was a little out of shape, and quickly lowered his head and tried to pretend that nothing happened.

was asked by Xia Xu like this, and the pain in Xue Ziyang's heart grew again.

Slowly stood up from the side of the bed and walked to the window to look out.

"Of course I remember...... I will never forget Jì for the rest of my life...... The kid ......," said to himself indignantly.

Xia Xu wanted to speak, I wanted to tell him, do you remember the boundless sea that you said you liked very much? And the little girl I saw under your umbrella that year?

However, seeing Xue Ziyang's suddenly cold expression, and the cold chill in his eyes staring out the window, it seemed that there was a faint blue flame burning fiercely in his heart.

Xia Xu was a little stunned, and the words stuck in his throat when they came to his mouth.

"Someday, I'll find you,...... I'll give this back to you personally!" Xue Ziyang gritted his teeth and swore to himself fiercely.

The unwillingness, hatred, sadness, and pain in the eyes raged uncontrollably from those godly eyes and clenched fists.

It's just that Xia Xu didn't know that the person in front of him just "owned" this manuscript of the poem.

Xue Ziyang slowly turned his head and replied lightly to Xia Xu: "What does it matter if you remember or not." ”

After all, it's his own business, and he doesn't need to tell the whole thing when he meets someone.

For Xue Ziyang, there is some pain, he always firmly believes that people who have not experienced it personally will not really empathize, and what he wants is not sympathy after knowing the whole thing.

It's just that Xia Xu is curious about the person who writes the poem. So Xue Ziyang didn't feel that she was a little abnormal.

Listening to Xue Ziyang's words, Xia Xu was a little embarrassed, and tried his best to squeeze out a little smile on his face, but his heart seemed to be hollowed out all of a sudden.

looked at Xue Ziyang with an innocent and sad face......

Suddenly, Wang Yunjia on the hospital bed coughed violently. Xia Xu came back to his senses and saw Xue Ziyang leaning down and pouring a glass of water for Wang Yunjia after hearing the sound.

Wang Yunjia got up and took a sip.

Sweat was still pouring out of his forehead, and his face had turned from a pale to a sickly red. Xue Ziyang subconsciously probed his forehead with his hand. "Ah, it's hot, Yun Jia...... Do you have a fever?"

Wang Yunjia coughed dryly, and his voice was weak and a little weak.

"I'll call a doctor!" Xia Xu heard this, and hurriedly got up and ran towards the door.

After a while, the doctor came to take Wang Yunjia's temperature. It is said that it is due to the leg injury, and the normal reaction caused by the previous medication. In addition, he was too tired during this time, and his immunity decreased greatly. He was given a few tablets of fever-reducing medicine. The fever should go away in a while.

Xia Xu leaned on the door frame at the door, looking at the doctor inside who was examining Wang Yunjia's legs and body, and told him about his condition and matters to pay attention to.

His gaze lingered on Xue Ziyang's body, "Is it really him?...... It should be him, right?"

Tears began to ripple in his eyes, the one who was by the sea that year, the warm, kind and lovely him, it seems that there is really no longer zài.

It turns out that those memories that he firmly adheres to, for him, are just "remember or not, what does it matter".

Xia Xu held back the tears in his eyes and didn't fall. The shallow smile was full of sadness.

But maybe, that's a good idea, right?

I'm so happy that I finally met you who have grown up......

Yes, I should be happy. But why do you always want to shed tears?

In the evening, Xia Xu left an apple for each of them. Although this Christmas is a bit sad. It's like not seeing the falling snowflakes for a long time, adding a little mystery and romance to this festival.

However, seeing that Wang Yunjia no longer had a fever when he was eating dinner, Xue Ziyang still did not change his nature and joked in front of them, saying "bad things" about the teacher. There is a good way to learn.

Xia Xu endured the loss in his heart and complied with it.

Downstairs in the hospital, Xue Ziyang took advantage of the garbage to take out, and insisted on sending Xia Xu to the side of the road as a few days ago.

"Stay safe on the road. "It's still the same smiling face as a few days ago, and the instructions.

Xia Xu looked at Xue Ziyang who was drifting away through the car glass, and still felt a little sad in his heart.

Xue Ziyang stood downstairs in the hospital. Suddenly, the sky was scattered with snowflakes, one by one, and they fell quietly.

Xue Ziyang raised his head and sighed.

There was a burst of surprise from a girl on the road, "It's snowing, it's snowing, it's really snowing at Christmas, it's so beautiful......"

Looking at the white sky, "Xia Xu also likes snow, right?" Xue Ziyang muttered to himself.

Until the taxi carrying Xia Xu completely drove out of sight......