In my memory, this seems to be the first time my mother took the initiative to chat with Yuan Ziwen.

Ju Huiyin knows that she has never been a competent mother, and in her heart, her career and dreams are far more important than her family. She carefully examined the face of the original seed, which was as white as jade, and was shocked to realize that her daughter had really grown up. She has a pair of eyes with deep folded eyelids, black and white, and the tips of the eyes are hanging upward, revealing a bit of sharpness.

Much like her dad.

Ju Huiyin gently stroked her daughter's long hair, and she said, "I don't want you to lose too much because you like to be alone." Ziwen, the kind of boy on Anjialu, you can't afford to love it. ”

She didn't treat Yuan Ziwen as a child, she respected her feelings and made her point of view clear.

You can't afford to love him.

This sentence was like a sharp blade, slowly slashing down along Yuan Ziwen's heart, and blood came out silently, so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Yuan Ziwen once thought that he had no distractions, and liking the road to settle down was the bravest adventure in fifteen years. didn't know that he was a colorful mirage, and she was just a down-to-earth being.

Until the end of the holiday, Yuan Ziwen did not go to the hospital to visit An Jialu, but only inquired about his news from Luo Qianjun and Su Lishang bits and pieces. Fang Xuan has had a high fever since she fell into the water last time. Ju Yanqian came to the door to ask the teacher, but Yuan Ziwen also turned a blind eye.

She sat on the bed with headphones on and listened to An Jialu's favorite English song, Ju Yanqian's sharp and angry voice still seeped in, "Fang Xuan will transfer schools next semester, I must not let her see Yuan Ziwen again!" Sooner or later, she's going to kill her! ”

Yuan Ziwen put his hands tightly on the headphones, looked at the banners and slogans plastered on the wall, and read them out sentence by sentence. It seems that only with the help of the power of Anjialu can he get rid of Ju Yanqian's demonic curse.

Her voice grew louder and faster, until she choked on her own spittle. There was a fishy sweetness in his mouth, and he coughed until he was hoarse, and he wiped his face with his hand, only to find that he had already been wet.

That night, the phone rang suddenly, and Yuan Ziwen was just going to the bathroom, she picked up the microphone, and there was a silent blank inside.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and it ached.

She knew it was him.

Sure enough, An Jialu whispered, "Yuan Ziwen, I want to see you." ”

Yuan Ziwen ran to the window and saw Anjia Road downstairs.

The sound of the rain was clear, and the dim light shone through the window, illuminating the fine silver rain like a needle, interweaving the lonely figure of Anjia Road. He was in a wheelchair, leaning against a taxi, covered in straps and scars, wearing only a thin coat. Yuan Ziwen recognized the black umbrella in his hand at a glance, which he used when they first took a street photo together.

Yuan Ziwen wanted to rush downstairs immediately, but as soon as he walked to the door, he turned back to the house.

She looked down through the gap in the curtain and saw that the boy was stubbornly tilting his head all the time. I haven't seen him for a while, he has lost a lot of weight, the baby fat on his cheeks is gone, and his jaw is pointy. His hair had also grown, and strands of rain had stuck to his forehead, and his face was bloodless.

He sat there motionless, like an abandoned house cat, with endless loneliness and loneliness in his eyes. Yuan Ziwen felt that his eyes were really a strange thing, obviously there was no shape, but he conveyed emotions so vividly and three-dimensionally, just like at this moment.

Yuan Ziwen turned around as quickly as if he was being burned, as if his whole body would melt when he looked at him again. She sat slowly down the floor along the window, as if a furrow had cracked inside her body, and she was completely cold and howling with cold wind.

She pressed her hand hard against her chest, telling herself to be ruthless.

Survive this night, and she will survive her entire youth.

At dawn, Yuan Ziwen looked out carefully, and there was no Anjialu in the yard. The morning was warm, the rain had passed, and last night's scene was like a dream.

Luo Qianjun came to see Yuan Ziwen, and he said, "Your old man locked himself in the house for a vacation, did you realize any peerless martial arts moves?" ”

Yuan Ziwen glanced at him, lowered his head again, and asked softly, "How is he?" ”

"Don't worry, he can't die, that guy's vitality has always been amazingly tenacious."

They never mentioned his name, as if the three words Anjialu were a spell, and saying it would be a disaster.

Luo Qianjun saw that Yuan Zi was listless, so he patted her on the shoulder, "Which girl hasn't met a few bastards when she was young, and besides, he will follow Hei Xun out of the country in September." It's okay, out of sight and out of mind. ”

Sure enough, the road to Anjia is still to be taken.

He is such a glorious character, with a bright future, and this red dust is full of temptation, he longs for more love, a little more. And Yuan Ziwen is only lonely, and she can always give him too little.

Yuan Ziwen smiled with relief, then Huo Ran got up and began to rummage through the cabinets.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Luo Qianjun asked.

"I'm going to run a marathon."

"What marathon did you run, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Yuan Ziwen ignored Luo Qianjun's surprised eyes, and took out the red and bright sportswear from the closet. She had single-handedly beaten Lopeppe with her bare hands in this suit, and now she was going to wear it again, re-run along the marathon route, and give herself a final explanation.

There is a beginning and an end, and where you start is where you end.

Luo Qianjun looked at her standing in front of the mirror and was ready to go, and understood her intentions in an instant. This is Yuan Ziwen, no matter how many times she falls, she can always get up, and there is never the word "admit defeat" in her life dictionary.

Yuan Ziwen was just about to go out, but Luo Qianjun stopped her. The wind blew in through the door, spreading the girl's long hair, and she had lost weight this holiday, and her jewel-like eyes on her face were shining brighter and sharper. She blinked curiously, very childish, more like a fairy-eyed elf.

Luo Qianjun smiled, "Raw seed Wen, come on!" ”

Yuan Ziwen paused, then nodded heavily, giving him a bright smile.

No matter when and where, he is her audience, cheering for her, waving the flag for her. In the same way, he will never allow the original seed to be harmed in any way.

Luo Qianjun lied.

That day, he went to the hospital to see An Jialu, who was in a very low mood and refused to eat no matter how much the nurse persuaded him. When there were only two of them left in the ward, An Jialu looked at Luo Qianjun in a daze, "Can you let Yuan Zi Wen see me?" ”

Luo Qianjun's tone was not good, "What else do you want?" ”

According to his temper, he was already ready to beat An Jialu hard and vent his anger for the original seed. But now that I see the other party making myself miserable, I can't do it.

An Jialu didn't speak, his lonely eyes were really lethal, and people would soften when they saw it.

Luo Qianjun sighed, sat down beside him, and said, "Do you like the original seed temperature?" ”

"I like it."

"Then do you like Kurohiro?"

"I like it."

"I fucking want to punch you!" Luo Qianjun was angry again.

The afternoon winter sun, thin as a veil, gently shrouded the body of Anjialu. His face was half in the light, half in the shadows, and he couldn't see what it was.

He said: "Before I met Yuan Ziwen, I was used to being alone, and I never knew what loneliness was. There are only two kinds of people in my eyes, women who are well-dressed and passers-by who are not very fashionable. After being with Yuan Ziwen, I understood what happiness is. I love the raw seed temperature, I used to do it and I will continue to love it in the future. ”

I remember that they had seen a movie called "Edward Scissorhands" in Luo Qianjun's uncle's video store, the robot with a pair of scissorhands was free and happy before he met the heroine, but then he got love and lost love, so he deeply felt lonely. Every winter, he sculpts the ice statue of the heroine with scissor hands in the castle at the top of the hill. When the snowflakes fell, she knew he was missing her.

"That day at the hotel, Kurohiro came to me, and I had already clearly rejected his invitation. I'm not going to leave this city, because I'm not going anywhere because I'm here. I like Heixun, but no one can replace the original seed Wen in my heart. As long as she can forgive me, I can do anything. ”

Luo Qianjun didn't expect An Jialu to say such a thing, he was silent for a long time, but he couldn't help but slap An Jialu fiercely, "Are you stupid?" Why didn't you say these words to Yuan Ziwen at the hotel that day? ”

An Jialu was slapped by him and coughed, "Say it now...... Is it still too late? ”

An Jialu's feelings are as simple as a blank piece of paper, and as rich as a pot of spirits, his ignorance of the world, his frankness and straightforwardness, is a sharp double-edged sword, stabbing the other party and hurting himself to the fullest. And Yuan Ziwen's dead eye, once he fell into it, he was also fully engaged and reckless.

Can such two people really be together?

Luo Qianjun turned his head to look at him and said solemnly: "If you like someone, you must not only guard her, but also promise that you will never hurt her." You can't do that alone. If you encounter a second black search in the future, can you guarantee that you will not be tempted? ”

An Jialu was stunned, it was obvious that he hadn't thought about it.

Luo Qianjun shook his head, his voice was also full of sadness, "If you really care so much about Yuan Ziwen, leave her now." ”

Until Luo Qianjun left, An Jialu didn't say a word, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his expression was dazed, as if he was thinking about something, as if he hadn't thought of anything.

As September approached, the sky was overcast and it seemed to be raining again. The trees on both sides are full of white flowers, and strings of pigeon feathers can fly at any time. The white and green of the canopy, full of life, flows quietly in the breeze, waiting for the drizzle to come.

When Yuan Ziwen ran to the river, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. She walked over, and sure enough, it was Fuxiang.

Fu Xiang was wearing a wide nightgown, and her bare arms showed slender pale cyan veins, and her whole person was pale and thin like a withering hibiscus flower. But she's still so beautiful, shockingly beautiful.

"What are you sitting here for?" Raw seed Wen asked.

Fuxiang glanced back at her and whispered, "I'm waiting for my brother to get out of school." ”

Yuan Ziwen originally wanted to ask if you still have a younger brother? But before the words came out, Fu Xiang continued to speak to herself.

"Every time he fights with someone, he doesn't dare to go home, so he hides here with his schoolbag and waits for me to come to him. Don't look at him who usually seems to be very stubborn and proud, in fact, he is just a child who doesn't grow up, and he is so kind that he can't see his classmates being bullied. ”

She muttered to herself, like a dream.

Yuan Ziwen felt that something was wrong when she listened to it, and she carefully looked at Fu Xiang's face, only to find that her eyes were empty, staring at the river in vain, motionless.

"Are you alright?"

Yuan Ziwen stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, but Fuxiang didn't even blink his eyes.

To be fair, Yuan Seed Wen doesn't like the fragrance at all. She is a well-known girl in the school who sleeps ten thousand people, and she once flirted with Anjialu on the street, and she couldn't be more frivolous. But now that she saw her like this, she couldn't help but worry.

At this moment, an anxious voice sounded from behind him, "Sister! ”

Yan Wei hurriedly ran to Fu Xiang, he just came home after shopping and found that she was gone, so he immediately came out to look around. Passing by a store that was being renovated, he was also splashed with white paint from the falling paint bucket, and his whole body was embarrassed, and his forehead was full of fine beads of sweat.

When Fu Xiang saw that Yan was unfamiliar, her eyes finally had a glow, "Are you out of school?" Then let's go home, Mom and Dad should be back too. ”

Yan Shu didn't respond, just gently helped her up, and his movements were gentle and careful, as if Fuxiang was a fragile glass crystal. Yuan Ziwen asked beside him, "Are you Fuxiang's younger brother?" ”

Yan Wei noticed her existence and was slightly surprised. The sunlight filtered through the lead-gray clouds and through the gaps in the leaves, scattering the girl's face like broken gold, shining her red tracksuit as bright as the sunset, making it impossible to open your eyes.

He subconsciously looked away and let out a low "um".

Yuan Ziwen immediately became curious, "Are you also a student of D Middle School, how come I have never seen you?" ”

It's not that you haven't seen it, it's just that you don't remember.

Yan Stranger somehow became angry in his heart, and he didn't know who he was fighting with. But the more cold he was, the more enthusiastic Yuan Zi Wen became, "It just so happens that I'm tired of running, is your house nearby, can I go and drink a glass of water?" ”

Yan looked at her indifferently, and agreed.

Yuan Ziwen couldn't help frowning, what a weird boy.

After returning home, Yan Strange went to take a bath, and Fu Xiang went to the kitchen to pour tea for the original seeds. After a while, there was a sound of glass breaking from the kitchen, and Yuan Ziwen rushed in with an arrow step, and saw Fu Xiang sitting on the ground, smiling weakly, "I'm really clumsy." ”

Holding on to the edge of the pool, she stumbled to her feet and pulled an apple out of the fruit basket, "I'd better cut some fruit for you...... What about knives? ”

Yuan Ziwen turned his head and saw that the drawer was slightly open, and the knife was placed inside. She took it out, "Is this it?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Fu Xiang suddenly screamed loudly, and Yuan Ziwen was so frightened that his hand shook, and the knife fell to the ground.

Yan Wei heard the voice and immediately ran over, picked up the knife and threw it into the trash can next to him. But Fuxiang was completely out of control, and she covered her ears with her hands and kept roaring, as if she was trapped in the deepest and most terrifying nightmare. She slammed her head on the corner of the table with all her might, her head bleeding and flowing down, mottled her white dressing gown.

Yan Wei rushed up and grabbed her with all her might, but Fuxiang couldn't break free, and bit down on his arm fiercely through his clothes. She bit so hard that the blood immediately oozed out, and Yan was pale but silent.

It wasn't until Fu Xiang had exhausted all her strength and was paralyzed that he let go of her. Fuxiang sat on the ground, whimpering incessantly, silent, as if she was afraid of something. Yan Mu buried her head in her chest and whispered reassurance. It took a long time for her to stop trembling, and there was no light in her beautiful pupils, like a dead silence.

Yan Wei sent Fuxiang back to her room and didn't come out until she fell asleep.

Yuan Ziwen stood at the door and whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken the knife out." ”

"It's none of your business." Yan sat on the floor, exhausted.

Yuan Ziwen half-knelt and half-squatted beside him, and saw that the young man's face was still stained with a large amount of paint, he was very tall, but he was so thin that he was too thin to stand up, only a pair of eyes were bright, like a starlight.

"What's going on?" She asked softly.

Yan looked at the girl in front of him, and for a moment, he wanted to tell her everything, even if it was someone to talk to. But he couldn't say that the secret had to rot in his stomach until he died.

Seeing that he was silent, Yuan Ziwen didn't ask again.

Yan Shu irritated and took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. The faint blue flame was held in the palm of his hand, revealing a hazy red light, like a sunrise holding a faint sun.

Yuan Ziwen looked at the firelight, and suddenly had an idea.

She said, "Come with me and finish the rest of the race." ”

Without waiting for a strange hesitation, she took his hand and ran out.

Yuan Ziwen began to understand why so many people like to run. Because when you run, you feel that the whole world is speeding up, and the scenery on both sides is like water, and all your worries and sorrows are left behind. The wind whistled past my ears, and it seemed that I could lift my legs and rise from the ground, wherever I wanted to go.

Yan Wei was pulled by the original seed Wen, and was a little overwhelmed at first, but she was also infected by her energy as she ran. This girl seems to be forever dancing with a flame on her body, living a noisy and wanton life, happy and revenge.

When I arrived at the finish line, I was sweating from the original seeds, but my mood was unprecedentedly happy and relaxed. The rain finally started to fall, hitting the skin like pinpoints, and it was so cool and comfortable.

Yan looked at her and said in surprise: "Are you crying? ”

"Nope." Yuan Ziwen raised his hand and wiped it indiscriminately, only to realize that the tears had already burst the embankment and fell down in large drops.

What's there to cry about, you should be happy, right? It's all over, how satisfying.

Thinking about this, the pain under my ribs was sore, and it seemed that an awl was stuck there. As soon as her eyes were hot, more and more tears poured out, and the cold wind blew on her face, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Almost subconsciously, Yan Strange took her into his arms.

The boy's breath is sweet and cool, completely different from the milk aroma of Anjialu. The original seed was trapped in this strange embrace, and he did not refuse for a while.

She only said vaguely, "I don't know what's going on in your house, but I can see that Fuxiang needs you very much." It's always good to have a family to rely on, no matter how hard it is, the days will always pass. ”

At that time, the students' favorite sentences in the weekly notebook were "icanchangetheorld" and "herday".

No matter how difficult it is today, I wake up and am a good man. So, don't give up!

Yan Shu nodded, and hugged the original seed warmer tighter.

None of them noticed that Anjialu was standing among the trees not far away. He watched quietly for a moment, then turned to leave.

Shen Ao was not too surprised when he learned of Anjialu's decision. He just said: "Since the debut of Heixun's band, there have been rumors of taking \ drugs \ products. You are so close to them, you have to be in control. ”

"I know."

An Jialu thought for a while, took out a photo and handed it to Shen Ao, "Mr. Shen, can you help me give this to Yuan Ziwen?" ”

It was the only photo he had ever taken of her, dressed in a bright tracksuit, running in a somewhat comical posture and her hair flying disheveled. But it's beautiful, he just likes her natural frankness, better than any gorgeous dress.

The back of the photo reads, "Raw Seed Wen, I hope you can also find your dream." ”

Many years later, Yuan Ziwen took out this photo again, and his heart still seemed to be pressed against a rock. She will be so persistent in sticking to her dreams, defeating repeatedly, and becoming more and more courageous, in addition to her grandmother and mother, but also for the sake of settling down on the road.

This absurd and tragic love ended in a gentle way, but Yuan Ziwen knew that it would be difficult for her to love someone so wholeheartedly in her life. At that time, they were too young and loved each other too hard, leaving each other with a wound that would not heal.

Seven years ago, Yuan Ziwen asked for his phone number through Anjialu's fan base. She left everything behind and went to the United States alone to find him, but waited on the street for three days and three nights.

When the five hundred and eighth call was hung up, Yuan Ziwen chuckled. The debt she owes him has finally been paid off, and from now on they will never get along.

But later, Yuan Ziwen still met Bai Chen, and his peach blossom eyes and smile were somewhat similar to An Jialu, which made her irresistible. Therefore, Bai Chen's departure will make her so heartbroken, as if she has lost her way to settle down again.

The original seed closed the magazine and looked at the boy on the cover quietly.

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