The small movement did not affect the mood of Sword Spirit and Su Xin, and they chatted while eating.

They talked a lot, from going to school together as children, to two people doing their homework together under the plane tree after school.

also talked about Su Xin's lack of white sneakers when he held the sports meeting, Su Ping's shoes were too big, Su Xin was embarrassed to ask Su Ping's family for money to buy shoes, but it was too late to wear them the next day.

Zhao Jianling took off his shoes and gave them to him, and he wore a very strange pair of shoes.

It turned out that the shoes were painted by Sword Spirit with white chalk, and when she returned home, she was beaten by her parents.

also said that Su Xin wouldn't be able to take the exam, and the sword spirit passed him a note, Su Xin was so scared that he didn't want to, but he was caught by the teacher, and the two of them stood together in the office.

Zhao Jianling couldn't laugh straight, she almost forgot that she had done such a dirty thing when she was a child.

"It's not that you're stupid, you just won't answer the note I gave you! You don't know that I'm dying, if you can't pass the eighty-five, our group won't be able to get the first place!" Zhao Jianling smiled.

Su Xin also smiled: "I know you, you have to be the first in everything, it's not good to be the first in yourself, and our group must also be the first." You were very competitive at that time. ”

Sword Spirit smiled and sighed softly: "It was a long time ago, I'm not that kind of character anymore, how annoying is that......"

Su Xin smiled at her and said, "How come?"

Zhao Jianling saw that Su Xin was suddenly silent, and suddenly asked, "How do you know that I am quarantined, and do you know Xiang Xiaoyuan's phone number?"

Su Xin still smiled shyly: "A person who trained with me, his sister was also sent to the West Railway Station like you." ”

The sword spirit grinned bitterly, and then hurriedly took out the bank card and slapped it on the table.

"You take it, don't be so bad in the future, how dangerous it is to run around with so much money!"

Su Xin didn't take it, but took out a passbook.

"You can take my salary! I'm a man who has money and spends it all the time. ”

Zhao Jianling was so frightened that he didn't close his mouth for a long time, and then took his salary and took a look: "That's all your salary during the internship period?"

Then he handed him the passbook and bank card together: "You have collected it, I can't help you with this, I love to spend money more than you!"

She paused for a moment and then said, "And these things, I don't take them properly, and I shouldn't take them." When you have a wife, let her take care of it for you!"

Su Xin was just about to speak, but the sword spirit hurriedly changed the topic: "You are really funny, why do you want to send me a bayan accordion? That thing is different from ordinary pianos, I can't use it!"

"You don't like it?" Su Xin became nervous.

The sword spirit smiled like a flower: "How come, I like to die!

Su Xin also smiled and slowly talked about his childhood greatest wish.

That is, when he has money, he has to buy Zhao Jianling the best and most haode accordion.

When she was in the fifth grade of elementary school, Zhao Jianling broke her accordion in a fight with others one day, and she had to take the exam the next day, but her parents were in a hurry.

Zhao Jianling stood by the wall and was not allowed to eat dinner.

At that time, the sword spirit was small, but he was always very stubborn and never cried.

She doesn't cry when she fights with others, she doesn't cry when her accordion breaks, and she doesn't cry when she is punished.

Su Xin and Su Ping climbed on the wall, looked at Zhao Jianling, who was being punished with his head bowed, and whispered to her: "Alas, we got you buns!"

The sword spirit still lowered his head and did not say a word, nor did he answer.

Standing until the sun went down, the lights around the courtyard wall were on, inviting a swarm of flying insects to buzz and bite.

Zhao Jianling still stood with his head down, hungry, and tired and began to shake.

They couldn't, Zuihou Su Ping found a steamed white potato, and said to the sword spirit: "Hey, this is not a meal!"

Zhao Jianling raised his head at this time, hesitated to take it, and gnawed on it, choking and coughing.

Big tears fell from this stubborn girl's face, and it was then that Su Xin knew for the first time that Zhao Jianling could also cry.

He also knew that the sword spirit was fighting because the bad boys in the class were coaxing the sword spirit.

"Oh, oh, what's the use of you learning the accordion?

"Oh, oh, begging, begging!"

Zhao Jianling walked with the piano on his back without a sound, and then inadvertently smashed the piano out directly.

The piano was very heavy, and Zhao Jianling knew.

She has a kind of ruthlessness, and if she shoots, she will kill her.

Although she fell off the piano, no one dared to coax her since then, and no one dared to call Su Xin "begging......

After listening to Su Xin's words, Jian Ling was silent for a long time, in fact, she didn't remember many things so clearly, including the weishenme fight, including the day she stood for three or four hours, including the day Su Xin also lay on the wall and looked at herself.

She only remembered that her parents were in a hurry, her mother was going to take someone else's child to the hospital, and his father had to find a way to borrow the piano, so as not to miss the next day's exam.

She still remembered the hot white potato that Brother Su Ping handed her.

Today, many years later, she is still looking for the taste in her memory, but she can no longer find such sweet and fragrant white potatoes.

"This crab is so fat, it's so delicious!" Sword Spirit hurriedly used food to resolve the embarrassment of the two: "Oh my God!

Su Xin smiled, didn't speak, and watched her eat with relish.

Both of them were eating with their heads bored, but they had their own concerns.

She wanted to say it, but suddenly the words came to her lips but she couldn't say it.

What he was going to say was also at a time when he didn't know how to mention it.

Lan Shaoqi's eyes never left the table, did not leave the girl's face.

watched her go from laughter at the beginning to silence later.

The girl who could give up life and forget death in his heart, the girl who had a pair of eyes as clear as a plateau lake in his heart, frowned slightly inadvertently, and a trace of melancholy crossed the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

At that time, it was just a glimpse of the sky, and now she looks even more radiant.

She was slim, her skin was white, her ponytail still shone with a flaxen sheen, and her hair was naturally curly at the ends.

She still looks so good when she smiles, a deep pear vortex on her right cheek, with every time the corners of her mouth are lightly raised, and her eyes are looming.

He was stunned, and even more confused.

The man who kicked his car door and shook the car and yelled at himself, "Don't come down!" -- the man who made a barrier out of his unprotected body like a strong warrior -- the man who cried as if his whole shijie had collapsed and could still squeeze out a smile.

Are they really alone?