In the unknown and strange atmosphere, Wu Yong and the little girl walked hand in hand in the dark. Wu Yong didn't know where the little girl would go, but he felt as if there was some kind of wonderful attraction on the little girl, so that he couldn't break free of the little girl's little hand.

Wu Yong began to follow the little girl all the way forward, and every time he walked through a dark turning point, he seemed to be able to see a few figures, but these black shadows stood there silently, as if they did not exist.

There were no such black shadows in the little girl's eyes, and Wu Yong naturally pretended not to see them.

The little girl walked forward without looking back, Wu Yong followed her all the way forward, how long he walked, Wu Yong didn't know very well, he only knew that when he was going to say a few words to the little girl, the little girl suddenly stopped, turned her head, looked at him and said, "Big brother, I... I felt like I was completely lost, I had no idea what it was, I didn't know how to find my home. ”

"What is your house like? You can describe it, maybe I know?" Wu said.

The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't know, my memory seems to be getting more and more blurred, I can't remember the original appearance of my home, big brother, what should I do? I can't find my home anymore, what should I do, big brother... Woooooo

As she spoke, the little girl actually started crying, and the crying became louder and louder, and as her crying intensified, Wu Yong was a little overwhelmed, he had no way to deal with this kind of thing at all.

After crying for a while, the little girl suddenly closed her mouth, stopped, turned her head leisurely, looked at Wu Yong, her expression was sad, and she regretted not being at the beginning, as if she had experienced a lifetime of regret.

"Are you guessing right, why do you have such an expression?" Wu asked subconsciously.

The little girl didn't say anything immediately, but pursed her lips slightly, and then said lightly: "Big brother, do you want to hear my story?"

Wu Yong frowned, to be honest, he didn't want to waste too much time here, but since the little girl had asked so, if he said that he didn't want to hear it, it would inevitably seem that he was too impersonal, so he nodded and said, "Okay, if you need someone to share with you, I'd love to hear your story." ”

"Big brother, you are such a good person, good big brother, you close your eyes, my story, all in my heart and in my mind. The little girl said.

As she said this, the little girl clenched Wu's hand and put it on her chest.

To be honest, at that moment, Wu Yong deliberately refused, although the little girl's age is not very old, her physical development is very good, there are places where she should be, and intimate contact can easily cause a physical reaction from any normal man.

Wu Yong is a normal man, so naturally he can't escape this reaction. Therefore, for this kind of contact, Wu instinctively wanted to refuse.

The little girl didn't seem to care about Wu Yong's psychological changes, and did what she wanted to do.

Wu Yong seems to have fallen into some more mysterious and unknown space, and this mysterious space seems to be created by the emotions of the little girl, which is incomparably mysterious and difficult to describe in words.

In this mysterious world, Wu Yong can clearly understand the feelings of the little girl and the detailed experience she once had.

The mountains and rivers are clear, and they are touched by the safflower fuqin shop;

The moon is shallow and the light is deep, and you are alone and sings alone.

In the mountains, the blue and faint fog should be the most beautiful hazy moon. The breeze was gentle, brushing the girl's broken hair, brushing her smooth skin, and she smiled, full of fullness and satisfaction.

Outside the mountain, the girl carried simple luggage and walked slowly. Ahead is the hustle and bustle of the city and the life of a drunken fan. Rows of high-rise buildings, flickering street lamps, all kinds of signboards. What shook in front of the girl's eyes was incomprehension and helplessness.

In the distance, when the ancient clock struck 12 times, the three red hands coincided with each other, like blood-stained butterflies fluttering on their fingertips. The pointed tip cut through the angel's holy skin, and the surrounding area was covered with obscurity and gore. The angel was weeping, and his bright eyes turned into a cold moon, hanging in the nine heavens. The flickering pupils sowed a bright glow, as light as a drum climbed up the hearts of pedestrians, and the shadows in their hearts fell off like a scab after healing, and fell to the ground.

The girl shuttles through the sea of people along the trajectory of memory, not slow, not slow, not slow. She thought of the snowflakes with other roots and sprouts, the jasmine that the national fragrance couldn't put away, and the tears that were missed on the way. Her freedom no longer exists, her singing and dancing have been sealed in the depths of memory, she has forgotten the frequency of breathing the mountain air, she has lost the innocence and certainty she once had...

Living under the lonely sky of captivity, the girl understands that some things have changed unconsciously, and some changes have become habits unconsciously. She is used to memories, used to the shape of the sorrow, used to hiding in the space of imagination, crying alone, letting tears witness her helplessness, but she doesn't understand that this is also a way to be intoxicated and sinking!

I have heard the legend of the Ferris wheel, and some people say that the small space is full of happiness, and the people sitting in it can slowly rotate with it to feel the quiet and stable time. The girl knew this legend, but she didn't know how to feel the happiness of comfort and tranquility.

As a young girl, she loved the sun and the spots that fell on the ground after filtering through the treetops. Under the sun, the emerald leaves flowed with transparent liquid, and the interlaced meridians tugged at the girl's now fragile nerves. When the sharp bayonet pierced the boy's chest, the girl's chest was also tightened for a moment, and it seemed that a hot liquid flowed down the corners of her mouth, and stained the pages red.

"Infinitely sad lately, who has to talk long?" the girl shook her head slightly, a white smile floating on her face, it turned out that it was as difficult to find silence in the noisy city as it was to pick up a fallen leaf in a spotless city. The branches of the treetops, full of phoenix flowers, and the crystal wishing bottles, drift to the end of the world. The jokes of the past, the home that escaped together, the broken hair in the wind, the squinting sand......

The dream is full of drunkenness, followed by the intertwined branches of the other side of the flowers. In the watery night, the more it opens, the more it blooms, the brighter it becomes. The girl begins to be sleepy, wandering at the junction of dreams and reality, and uses her soul as a bargaining chip in exchange for freedom!

The pedestrians on the road walk in the spring of life with bizarre dreams. On the side of the road, Magnolia, which has been in full bloom for a season, breathes in the air, as if welcoming the arrival of another prosperous era. The girl sat on the cold stone steps beside the magnolia tree, looking up at the starry curtain, thinking about the promise between Epiphany and Veto.

It was another bleak winter, and the girl stood in the snow, chanting Nalan's words, "It's not about the fetish of love and lightness, and the cold is better..."

She thought that the Lushui Pavilion hundreds of years ago should have been lively, after all, Shen Wan's comings and goings hurriedly witnessed the melancholy of a poet in the altar of love or in the love field. But what about now, are the snowflakes still as holy as they used to be?

Flying thoughts, untidy and chaotic feelings, ambiguous and restrictive. It's just that the resentment of the parties who obviously love each other but can't be together has condensed into fog, condensed into rain, and condensed into wind. The girl rises and falls in this emotional whirlpool like fog, rain and wind, trying to escape, but there is nowhere to find a life-saving straw.

Finally, the girl took a step, she desperately wanted to hold freedom in the palm of her hand, she twisted her waist frantically, and tried her best to catch up with what she thought was freedom, in order to better adapt to this bustling city.

Autumn is coming.

The girl was promoted to her junior year.

The smooth forehead is tightly covered by thick bangs, the flying hair is messy on the shoulders, and the dark blue pupils make it impossible to guess its depth.

The confident and flamboyant smile lacks the simplicity and clarity at the beginning, but it is more complex and sleek for no reason, and the rashness revealed in the demeanor is obviously deep in the bones.

The ancient bell in the distance, when it struck 12 times again, it was impossible to distinguish the position of the tip of the needle. Cloudy.

The dark sky has no stars and no moon, and the people hurrying forward on the road are gone.

The girl walked against the crowd to the rows of magnolias, the wind blowing, and the smell of damp and moldy night filled the air. This season's magnolia is so gorgeous and long-lasting. It's just that when the next rain comes, how many flowers can bloom so slim?

On the lakeside, a pair of lovers snuggled sweetly, as each other's shoulders, they relied on, so their hearts had to return to Hong Kong. No matter how strong the wind is, it can't extinguish the light of tears, because the tears flow for each other, for the loved ones, and for the meaningless youth. What about the girl? Her slender body trembled in the wind, and her complicated eyes had faded from the day, replaced by bottomless hollowness and dullness.

Girls don't understand, they also yearn for sunshine and love. Others are so glamorous, but why do you use a thick foundation to smear your eyes and smear your soul? Why can't your original self calmly live for yourself and live for your youth? Now, where is the scarred heart?

The road home seems to be getting longer and longer...

It's a very interesting story, and it's a story that any girl can go through, and it's a story where the girl is both the victim and the perpetrator.

She hurt herself with her own hands.

And the girl in this story is the little girl who is touching her chest with Wu Yong's hand at this time.

It sounds like this is just a painful story about youth, but Wu Yong's heart can't help but feel a faint pain, it seems that behind this story, there is a more unforgettable story, but he didn't find it, and when he finds out in the future, perhaps, it's already too late.

Through this dream-like image, Wu Yong learned information about this little girl, such as a very painstaking love affair when she was growing up.

The little girl's name is Ann.

The boy with a face of first love that the little girl once fell in love with was called Feng.

An and Feng got acquainted in the summer of 2003.

The wind roared in the first place, wandering in the past. Use your strong, soft fingers to caress the folds in the air. A moment, a moment.

At that time, the basketball craze was spreading wildly. There is a lot of momentum that will take the entire campus by storm.

Ann didn't like it. Feng Ben didn't like it. Sometimes, people believe in eternity.

Feng will be friends for life. Ann said to herself. It's just that the knot in this friendship is tied to An's heart, but he has no intention of solving it. Ann used her steely mind to contain the sulfuric erosion. didn't know that such persistence accelerated the sinking of the two of them hidden in their bones.

Ann is too persistent. Almost stubborn persistence. An Ning would rather drown in a sparkling red goblet than let his flashy pride wander alone in waiting.

Feng still fell in love with basketball. In that time when it was like leaving. An and Feng constructed an experience that they did not want to touch each other, composing a lonely and melancholy youth.

Then, Feng fell in love. In that green campus. At that age when Ann didn't understand what love was.

Ann hates such abundance. The abundance that has been talked about before and after people.

Ann chose to alienate and escape completely. In this emotional catastrophe, for the rest of his life, even if he has buried his passion, he still longs for the sacrifice day after day. It's just that, because of Ann's persistence, almost stubborn persistence, Ann chose to forget, to forget everything, now or past.

Feng's early love didn't last long. In our society, the pressure of going to school can destroy everything. Of course, it also includes the ignorance that is still in its infancy.

Summer 2006. An and Feng sat in the same classroom for the last time, sparse desks and chairs, wandering examiners, papers, pens and the trail afterward.

Sure enough, they were two different trajectories. The two flatnesses that originally overlapped, which one deviated halfway? The deep pool at the bottom of my heart ripples slightly, presenting the present and the past like a curtain. There was no one laughing. That technique overwhelmed the singing voice of the audience. The suspicion that is lost in the wind. The thoughts of the ups and downs. The hope that has nowhere to take refuge. The first throbbing is blurred, and the hospitality that follows is blurred.

Ann loves the night, the tranquility when the lights fade out.

Only then can Ann turn everything off, forget about everything, empty her head, sigh softly and say two words, good night, to herself, and to another person.

This is just an unforgettable experience in An's youth, and the reason why this experience was first imprinted in Wu Yong's mind was because this memory entered Wu Yong's mind through An's body.

In this experience, Ann seems to be the victim, but if you continue to look down and see what she has been through, you will know that she is not only a victim, she is also a perpetrator, it is she herself who has buried her youth and past with her own hands twice, making the time that should be bright and bright become bleak.

Wu Yong has never had such a young time, nor has he had the same experience as An, so these feelings, which originally seemed normal to normal boys and girls, reacted more violently than An after being spied on by Wu Yong.

Wu Yong raised his hand and grabbed the clothes on his chest, grabbing them fiercely in his hands, as if he could help An retain so many things that he had lost.

"It's useless. ”

An said expressionlessly, "What I have lost, how can this be the only thing..."

When the sound fell, Wu felt a pain in his heart, and some mixed information rushed towards Wu Yong's mind again.

Year 2004. Ann was transferred to a shift once, and Ding was the first person to talk. Ding was very small, and at that time, the sky was as blue as the heart curtain of youth that was not stained with dust, and one sentence was enough. Enough for one person to establish a position in the heart of another, another person who is new to an unfamiliar environment.

Ann is lucky, the teacher in this issue has changed for the first time, and Ann, like everyone else, is the same strange existence in the eyes of the new teacher.

People are always in constant contact with strangers. Then familiarize. And then gradually forgotten into another strangeness.

The vicissitudes of the world will really disappear in the cycle of rising and missing the moon in ordinary daily life. An who has just entered the new environment has just changed sex, and he hates the feeling of being watched, it is like dressing up to attend a gorgeous trapped beast fight, surrounded by spectators with strange and strange thoughts, sitting on the wall and watching.

Self-introduction is a must, and there is no reason to disobey no matter how annoying it is. This is life, and it will never be diverted by your thoughts because of your hatred.

My favorite animal is cats. Ann finally said. After a commotion, Ann was reluctant to touch the heart, pulling at the wound that had healed, as if it were yesterday.

Yesterday, a similar uproar.In the youth of that age, in addition to rebellion, there was only sensitivity, and Ann was no exception. Ann vaguely knew that "cat" was the title of the squad leader.

Ann has never remembered the name of the squad leader, and if she doesn't remember it, she doesn't care if she forgets it. Somewhat relieved. Very well, Ann said to herself. Make up your mind not to be the next topic anymore.

Xing is Ding's friend, it is undeniable, and it is also An's, and in An's heart, sometimes Xing's status is even higher than Ding's.

The sun is always caught by the dense leaves at the noonday when it is the most noisy, pressing to the ground, cutting the ground and shattering. The warm residual breath jumped on An Hexing's face, full of smiles.

Star's eyes are highly short-sighted, and in places where youth has just begun, Star always frowns slightly, like a fold that cannot be smoothed out in a sigh. Xing never wants to walk in a proper manner, and always drills into the pits. Xing's family is in the glass business, but he doesn't have the slightest bit of glass on his body. What the hell Xing was always worried about, until later, Ann didn't figure it out.

When the pressure of the high school entrance examination was highlighted, Ann had a busy and fulfilling time, the exam was officially over, and the glass in the classroom was shattered into a colorful place, like the past that can never be returned, and the stars recorded the night in the passing years. Overlapping nights.

In the night, it's time for Ann's day to come to an end again. The greeting that Ann hadn't sent for a long time rippled between her eyes with a familiar annual ring, round and round...

Ann was supposed to enter the cycle of a new day, but she was reluctant to dream, just as she was unwilling to accept the various sorrows in the course of her life.

Ann's thoughts are very jumpy, always jumping here and there for a while, but no matter how Ann's thoughts jump and how gorgeous, they are soaked into Wu Yong's mind little by little, allowing Wu Yong to uncover the scars she originally didn't want others to see, the scars that only belong to youth.

It was precisely because of the existence of these scars that blocked An's way home, making him completely lost in the reverse river of memory, almost drowning and suffocating.