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Even though I tried my best to get closer to each other, it was a pity that I had been separated for too long, and I couldn't bring back the bits and pieces of the past.

We can't live by memories.

Besides, the hidden feelings, I never got a response from the other party, to put it bluntly, I am still in the stage of crushing.

So you can't gamble on a rare reunion.

In a panic in his mouth, he lit a cigarette, and in the blurred focus of the smoke that rose one after another, it was Song Zhun who frowned and stared at me unrelaxedly.

He said: "Jiang Nian, do you know what I was thinking when I saw you fight for the first time? ”

I spit out the smoke ring and asked nonchalantly, "What?" ”

"I'm thinking, how can there be people who fight so ugly and don't want to lose?"

After that, I burst out laughing and admitted, "I was probably too ignorant at that time." ”

"yes!" Song Zhun lowered his smile and sighed: "I thought you would be ignorant forever." ”

"So aren't you disappointed to see me like this now?"

"Half and half!"

I nodded thoughtfully, subconsciously picked up the cigarette and put it to my mouth, took a deep breath, and then spit it out. "If I hadn't met Gu Heng, I guess I would still be a rotten person like before. After all, no one likes to be around someone who is not enterprising and willing to fall. You are the same, aren't you? ”

Song Zhun's arm propped up on the guardrail, cleverly avoiding my words. "Don't say that, people who are destined to achieve something are only short of time and chance."

Suddenly, he couldn't find the words to refute his words, so he had to hang his face in disappointment.

For the next few minutes of conversation, we tacitly agreed that we did not mention the past, and he was neither angry nor enthusiastic, cold and indifferent like a stranger, as if someone had stood on a high place and poured a basin of cold water on my head.

extinguished the thirsty thoughts that burned in my heart.

The beasts of the flood could not resist it, and they walked into a man's life and abandoned him.

So at this moment, in addition to falling into longing, there are more or less complaints about the people in front of you.

After all, the beginning of really getting acquainted was the first winter after becoming a classmate.

At that time, we could be said to have no intersection, and it was normal for two boys to be like this. If it is said that it is better because of the relationship between two sentences, then it is called strange.

When I walked out of the small shop on the street with a padded jacket in my hand, I was already carrying a bag of salt and wandering through the old street. Behind me was a local dog tethered to a tree by the shopkeeper, wagging its tail and yelling at me. I guess it must have been hungry, not out of enthusiasm for me, since I never seemed to like it or be friendly.

The smell of the cold wind and the arrogance of the cold wind that inhaled into the tip of the nose seemed to be as uncomfortable as if it could reach the chest.

Winter in the south, especially in the morning, exhales the air like the steam emitted from a steamed bun shop on a steamer on the street, but it does not carry the temperature. But every day of cold gives you a strong sense of wearing one more piece of clothing tomorrow.

My family lives on the far side of the street. The dilapidated building, which always seems to be iconic with heavy iron doors, makes that ugly sound of "cluck, cluck" when pushed open.

The grandmother on the opposite floor didn't know if it was a mistake or if she had lost her human touch to the outside world. In the winter, everyone else wanted to close the door so that the cold wind would not enter the house, so she was alone, opened the door, sat in the rocking chair at the door, stared at the iron door in a daze, and roasted a small stove made of bamboo under her feet. It looks cosy and quirky, and the crutches by the door are even more superfluous.

I changed the plastic bag in my hand to my left hand, and then pushed open the iron door with my right hand. Sure enough, my grandmother's eyes followed me.

Suddenly, there was a force on my shoulder, which scared me, and even the plastic bag I was carrying in my hand rang.

The first reaction was when the old naughty grandmother got up from the rocking chair and scared me.

As a result, when he turned his head, it turned out to be Mu Fei, a little gangster who had been idle all day long, came to the door with a fresh face. The grievance between me and him is nothing more than looking at each other unpleasantly, and of course, there are also misunderstandings and bloody plots. and a pastime when bored.

And the degree of his dedication to me also impressed me.

I am a master who does not do much, but I am not afraid of things. Naturally, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go to the old place to talk about something." ”

The two looked at each other cautiously, nodded quietly, and the subtext was probably to see what tricks you played.

In fact, I don't play any tricks, but no matter who sees the fight in front of my house, it will inevitably add a bit of bad to the original controversial family. According to my mother's cautious personality, it may not be necessary to give me a few slaps on the spot, after all, it is a place where I have lived for more than ten years, and unimportant things have begun to become important inadvertently.

Although I don't have any feelings and thoughts about this terrible place. But he really is the best haven for me when I'm sad, there's no denying that.

He Mu Fei walked one after the other in the place he had just passed, his eyes swept around casually, and suddenly he opened his eyes wide to see the local dog at the door of the small shop eating the steaming buns in the bowl seriously.

If it were normal, I wouldn't have bothered to care about it at all. It's just that at this moment, I saw the slender and clean arm on the dog's head, and suddenly sank into my thoughts.

Looking up further, slowing down the camera, Song Zhun's face appeared in front of him defenselessly. The location of the small shop is at the tuyere, and the passers-by subconsciously tighten their clothes, shrink their bodies and hurry to leave.

I let go of my chest that was clenched together because of the cold, and the rough ~ violent voice in front of me sounded powerfully, "What are you doing in a daze?" Want to escape? So cowardly? ”

I rolled my eyes in displeasure, secretly angry that my thoughts had been interrupted. Then he knocked Mu Fei's shoulder away and led the way forward.

What he didn't find was the sight of Song Zhun who was a few meters away, and his originally doting smile frowned deeply after doubting.

The so-called old places are actually hidden under bridges compared to the swaggering streets. It's not as lofty and mysterious as it says.

Putting the plastic bag aside, not talking nonsense, and just drying the rack is my usual style.

That's why another fresh face who has never seen it will scold again and again, but his body will step back honestly, not daring to participate in the fight between me and Mu Fei.

"Damn, what the hell? Lao Tzu came to know if you had soaked my sister, you just it, and you were unreasonable? Mu Fei, you kid said don't worry about fighting? ”

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