(1)

I've never been so desperate to get to know someone.

Learn about the colors he likes, the novels he likes to read, the singers he loves, and the materials he wears often. I want to know clearly every detail of his past that I have not been involved in, such as the fountain pen that he is reluctant to eliminate after changing countless nibs, such as the origin of the shallow scar between his eyebrows.

I even aspire to know himself better than he does.

Like now, I followed him through a long silence, with the rustling grass under my feet and the blue clouds above me the bluebirds flying.

I looked at the folds in the hem of his coat, trying to sneak a peek into his long breath to hear how he was feeling at the moment.

In a trance, he kicked a gravel on his toes, rolled forward a few times and hit his heel, and with a "click", he stopped at the sound and looked back at me, I didn't have time to dodge, and he caught staring at him secretly.

"I accidentally ......," I stopped and whispered an explanation.

"I know. He pursed his lips and chuckled, as if I was so shy and overwhelmed. "What are you doing so far away?" he didn't move, but stood quietly, looking at me quietly, as if it were a touch of this quiet landscape.

I was a little distracted, and it wasn't until he called again that I suddenly walked two steps faster to his side. When he saw me coming, he continued to walk forward, but his steps were much slower than before, and he was always with me.

"Tang Jibei...... Is what he said true?" After a long silence, he suddenly spoke, and asked without a head.

"Huh?" I looked at him blankly.

"He asked you that day...... Do you like Fang Chaomu. ”

I laughed dumbly, this fool! Do you still believe such foolish words? But I didn't answer, but just asked: "What about you, did you ask Fang Yan to learn songs with you because you like her?"

"Of course not!" he hastily denied.

"Neither am I. ”

I stared down at my toes, not daring to look at him. Hearing my answer, he didn't speak again. For a long time, except for the soft murmur of the wind blowing through the cypress forest, the silence between the continuous heaven and earth was only the sound of each other's brisk heartbeats. This silence did not embarrass us, it seemed to be stained with honey, sticking the two hearts that were tempting each other tighter and tighter.

After a long time, he seemed to have plucked up a lot of courage, and added softly: "That day...... I'll call you first...... I wanted to go with you. ”

"I know. I took a hard breath of air, and a circle of sweetness rippled through my nose and on the tip of my tongue.

"Be careful!" he suddenly grabbed me, pointed to a ditch more than half a meter wide in front of him, and jumped lightly. Once he had stood firm, he tiptoed on tiptoe through the dirt by the ditch, and when he was sure it was solid, he turned and stretched out his hand to me.

"Give it to me. ”

It's not "Do you need me to help you", it's not "Can you jump over". His tone was gentle, but he couldn't refuse.

I didn't hesitate for a moment, and I didn't even feel a little shy. His fingertips touched his palm and he held it tightly, and I leaped as hard as I could, as if they were going to take me somewhere now, not just the other side of the ditch.

(2)

Yu Qiuyun has read Zhang Jiajia's book many times.

One day he was sitting on the couch reading "Passing by Your World", and I was washing apples in the kitchen, and he said still, I'll read this passage to you, and it's very well written.

There are always minutes, and every second of them, you're willing to trade a year for.

There are always a few tears, and every time you sob, you are willing to replace them with a hand full of promises.

There are always a few scenes, and every picture in them, you are willing to use all your strength to remember.

There's always a few sentences, and every word in them, you're willing to spend all your nights reviewing.

Still, if you only have the right to exchange once, what second would you most like to trade this year between us?

I shoved him an apple. If it is really possible, in Tang Jibei's house that year, the second you stood on the side of the ditch and stretched out your hand to me, I would be willing to exchange it for the rest of my life.

He smiled and pulled me into his arms and said, "That's not good, I want your whole life."

Yu Qiuyun told me that the title of that passage is "First Love".

And he, after the second I was willing to exchange my whole life, became my first love.

There were no love letters, no confessions, just that afternoon at the age of seventeen, he held my hand tightly and never let go.

The moment I landed, I thought he would let go, so I wanted to pull my hand back. But he held on tightly, not allowing me to move.

His hands were somehow a little sweaty. The wet warmth in the palm of my hand made me feel like a daydream full of roses. When I came to my senses, I went to look at him secretly. As if trying to hide his shyness, he tensed his body and looked ahead, but he still couldn't hide the crimson that crept up to his cheeks at some point.

In a warm and pleasant atmosphere, people's perception of time will always become dull, and he doesn't know how long he walked like this, but he stopped in front of a clover bush, and his sharp eyes found one of the different flowers. He let go of my hand and stepped forward to take it off in three or two steps.

"Here you go," he handed over the little one with four tender green leaves in his hand, "four-leaf clover." They say this represents luck. ”

Already lucky.

I took it and held it carefully. He seemed to have spotted another one, and hurried into the grass to pick it.

"I'm with you!" I jumped in with joy.

One, two, three...... It seems that the time with him is much more lucky, and it seems that the more we find together, the more it proves that our encounter and proximity are predestined. None of us spoke, lest one of us would fall if we were not careful.

Until the whispering of the autumn wind in the cypress forest began to become a little low, and the warm sun falling on the shoulders was a little darker. There was no one to be found in this dense patch of grass, so he pulled me out and stuffed me with the four-leaf clover in his hand.

"When you go back, put it in a book, and when they're dry, you can keep them for as long as you want. He patted the scum on his hands, his eyes burning.

I counted them, and counting the one he had just picked up, he picked 32 of them, and I only found 18.

"I'm still not as lucky as you. "I'm pretending to be lost.

Sure enough, he smiled and rubbed my hair, "Silly girl, didn't I give them all to you? ”