The moment the class bell rang, my brain started to get cranky. Writing "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info whenever I think of the scene when I want to be separated from Daigo, I can't help but cry.

Xia Xue, who was at the same table, once asked me, "Xiaotian? What happened to you? Did someone bully you? ”

"No, no one bullied me."

"No one bullied you, so why are you crying?"

I didn't answer any more questions, just sat in my seat and looked out the window.

The city where I lived as a child is truly in decline, with jagged bungalows, potholes, and only the chimneys of power plants towering into the sky, mercilessly swallowing up the blue sky and white clouds.

I guess Daigo must be looking out the window at this moment, looking at a declining city, one day, becoming prosperous and powerful, and returning us to a sky without fences.

For a long time, I couldn't remember what the teacher said on stage. I think that the inner struggle is more important than the tedious knowledge.

I am not the only one who thinks so, but the whole class is also the same, and only a few people at the top of the class are still attentive and attentive.

They have nothing to worry about here, and some are just distant dreams.

Xia Xue couldn't stand this kind of murderous atmosphere the most, and it was incompatible with her character. She tried to break the ice many times, but was blocked again and again by my reticence.

"Tablemate, which school are you going to go to?"

"Nearby allocation."

"That middle school is very bad, don't go! Let's go to No. 1 Middle School to try, if it doesn't work, run the provincial experiment! ”

"I can't pass the test!"

"You're doing a good job! How can you fail the test?! How will you know if you don't try?! ”

"Don't try!"

"At the same table! It's so tiring to talk to you! I'm ignoring you?! ”

"Good ......"

Xia Xue turned around, folded her legs, and didn't even want to look at me. I just glanced at her and continued to look out the window.

She waited patiently for a while, and when she found that I still ignored her, she couldn't bear it anymore. Suddenly, he stood up and yelled at me, "Xiaotian, what's wrong with you?!" Which nerve is deranged?! Do you have to go to that garbage school?! ”

"It's my choice."

She was so angry with my words that I didn't dare to look at her during this time, and I was even more afraid of being infected by her anger.

Sometimes, I really don't understand why someone is so obsessed with making themselves angry unless that person loves someone deeply. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain this strange phenomenon.

Hearing the snort behind her gradually weaken, she sighed softly and asked, "Which school is Daigo going to?" ”

"Foreign Chinese."

"I see......"

At that moment, she seemed to know something. I'm sure she knows, in my opinion, if you can't get into a foreign Chinese, it's the same to go to any middle school.

After that, Xia Xue didn't ask anything about me again, just kept silent, numbed her mind with reading, and quietly irrigated the person who had accompanied her through six years of ups and downs.

Even a piece of eraser friendship will make this person remember. Here, I would like to tell you about it.

"Shenko, I don't know what your situation is in the sixth grade of primary school, and my fate in the sixth grade is tragic, I wash my face with tears all day long, and I am afraid all the time."

"You're afraid Daigo will leave you, aren't you?" Shenko asked.

"yes...... There are some things that human forces cannot resist. It's like the course God ordained for us before we were born. ”

"Brother, don't blame God, otherwise, you and I will be punished." Shenko is a devout Christian, and I count as half a believer, although he can't change the reality of being a gay man.

"Okay, listen to you."

Shenko was relieved, "In the end, you and Daigo broke up, right?!" ”

I saw that Shenko wanted to laugh, so I quickly pretended to be serious and replied firmly, "No." ”

"No?!" Shenko was stunned, "How, how come, no?" Didn't Daigo get into a foreign Chinese language? ”

"I've been admitted." I explained, "It's your misnomer, it's not 'breakup,' it's 'temporary separation.'" ”

"Okay." Shenko kept his face shut, keeping zero distance from me, not wanting to miss a single detail. It's a habit he developed at Harvard, and he likes to listen to stories, especially the ones I tell.

After school, Daigo still stood at the old place and waited for me for the first time. The difference is that he has less of his usual smile and more unspeakable sorrow.

Anxiety, restlessness, temper tantrums, or great joy and sorrow, and a little excitement in the heart are all normal. What is not normal is that when I walk with him, he seems to be a different person, and he becomes silent.