May 2006

…… When the teacher just announced the May Day holiday, the students were gone, and there was still a mess left in the classroom after the midterm exams, and in my impression, it seemed that there would be a May Day holiday after each midterm exam. Wu Xiao, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, was called by the teacher to the office to revise the papers, and I was nowhere to be found, I waited for Xiao Huan's arrival alone in the classroom, and I went to his house to play this May Day holiday.

The afternoon classroom was drowsy, a breeze blew, blowing over a few test papers, I lay on the table for a while, I didn't know what to do, it seemed that after separating from Dan, life had no direction, I didn't know what to do, I took out a pen and paper, began to write letters, wrote all my thoughts about her on it, and threw them in the trash, I didn't have the courage to send her letters again, I wanted to see her, just a second, but I didn't want to see her, I was afraid to see her with someone I didn't know.

"Let's go!" Suddenly, Xiao Huan's voice came, I looked up, and he was calling me outside the window.

I crumpled the letter into a ball, threw it in the trash, and took the black shoulder bag, which I had been carrying for a long, long time, since I knew Dan.

"When my brother came, he drove us up. When we walked under the tree next to the school gate, Xiao Huan stopped and said.

The sunlight was obscured by the faint clouds, the light was very hazy, not clear, not enough to cast my shadow, the whole campus was empty, making people tired, the leaves were blown by the breeze, another summer was coming, this is my favorite season, but this time I couldn't raise the slightest interest, I just felt extremely tired from the body to the heart, I just wanted to sleep well in a place that didn't make people sad, I could sleep for as long as I wanted, no one made noise, no worries, just like the summer when I was a child, sitting under the tree and listening to the cicadas to sleep, who knows, how much do you know about the flowers in your dreams。

At this time, in the office building above the boulevard, Wu Xiao's voice came from a window, and I looked up through the gap in the leaves, Wu Xiao was holding a casual ice cream and looking at me with a smile, and those hateful eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Don't call me Little Yellow Flower!" I shouted weakly, since I taught the song "Sunny Day" in the class, many people have started to call me Little Yellow Flower, but I don't like it at all, it's too feminine, if you want to call it, at least you need cacti, cactus balls and other more masculine flowers. "Is there anything to be done, give me one. I asked, tilting my head and looking at the casual swallow in her hand.

"You and Xiao Huan are going to buy it! I just changed to your test paper, and I got 3 wrong multiple-choice questions. Wu Xiao took a bite of ice cream and said, then she turned around and left, disappearing into the window.

"Wait a minute, I'll buy two sticks. "I told Xiao Huan. Then I walked out of the shade of the trees, walked through the empty playground, went to the commissary, and bought two sticks for three dollars, I like this ice cream the most, almost every day. Eating casually, he slowly returned to the tree and handed another one to Xiao Huan, Xiao Huan couldn't wait to tear open the package, took a big bite, and the two of them ate happily.

At that time, no one knew that Wu Xiao would transfer to another school in one year, Xiao Huan would graduate, and there would never be a casual figure in the school's commissary, and two years later, when I graduated from high school, I passed by the window of Häagen-Dazs next to a certain intersection in Shanghai one day, and then remembered this day, and remembered this casual piece of five cents a piece.

After eating, Xiao Huan and his brother also drove to the school.

We got in the car, Xiao Huan sat in the front row and chatted with his brother, I sat alone in the back row, the car drove slowly, smoothly passing one intersection after another, post office, bank, breakfast shop, bookstore, Xiangyue school, MP3 came from the faint music, the hustle and bustle of the city was blocked by gray-black glass, the whole world turned gray-black, quietly, like a silent movie, I remembered a lot of things, every intersection, in the memory of a certain afternoon, there are unforgettable stories, but those stories are only left with fragmentary pictures, no sound, just like the effect caused by this glass, in fact, time is also a piece of glassIt's just that this piece of glass is so strong that it can't be broken no matter how hard you knock it......

I fell asleep slowly, and in the headphones, Jay Chou was still tirelessly singing Little Yellow Flower......

I once stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun to come to the post office to send you a letter;

I once came to the door of Xiangyue School with you to wait for Zhang Hui;

I once walked with you on the Yuxi Bridge;

I once walked through the city with you;

I once looked at the traffic with you silently;

I once watched Jay Chou's poster with you at Metersbonwe;

I went with you to a Christian pastor to speak the Bible on Sundays.

once made you angry and apologized incoherently after you;

I thought we would always be together;

I don't remember what I said;

I don't remember exactly where I've been;

It's just that whenever you pass through these intersections,

I always want to look behind me,

Haven't you left yet......

Huang Huapeng, 2010.12.21