"Blue Eyes, someone is looking for you outside!" ”

After four classes in the afternoon, there is a half-hour of extracurricular activities.

The blue pupil lazily crouched on the table, turning the ballpoint pen in his hand leisurely, falling on the table again and again, and whirling between his delicate fingers again and again.

When I raised my head, I saw Yang Yue standing at the door holding a basketball, half-leaning over and smiling.

Blue Hitomi stood up and stretched her waist.

Shen Ke!

Shen Ke, dressed in plain clothes, stood quietly in the orange halo of the setting sun, the light falling from afar, sliding from the tips of her hair to her heels.

The dazzling light made Lan Tong feel a little dizzy, and Shen Ke's appearance surprised him.

"The last manuscript has been selected, congratulations!"

Shen Ke grabbed the railing with both hands, leaned back slightly, half-turned his head and smiled at Lan Tong.

"Well, thank you!"

This was something he expected, but he didn't expect her to come and inform him in person.

"There's one more thing I'd like to ask you for."

Shen Ke's voice revealed a faint fragrance, and Lan Tong felt that if he continued to talk to her at close range like this, he would definitely be like a bird lost in the sky, unable to pounce on the cage of Lan Sè.

"The editorial department of the Literary Society is recruiting new ones, and I hope you can sign up."

Blue Pupils suddenly looked up and saw a trace of expectation and trust in the depths of her pupils. And he was reluctant to participate in such an event. In the cold dark room, a warm light came from the distant sky, kissing from the tip of the toe to the crown of the forehead.

In the lonely and icy years, under the surging ice of the dark cháo, a blazing flame sprouted.

The entrance examination was held in the old auditorium of the school, and the red brick walls peeled off the vicissitudes of time, and the exquisite eaves carved the gentleness of time in the corner of the sky.

took the exam with Lan Tong, as well as Wang Huijia, who sat not far in front of him, talking and laughing with a group of people.

Shen Ke's appearance was always shocking, and the sparse uproar in the auditorium quietly froze the moment she appeared, and no boy was willing to expose his noisy side in front of such a clear and simple girl.

"First of all, let me introduce myself."

She walked up to the podium, picked up a blue sè pink sè, and wrote two strong words with a brush.

"I'm Shen Ke, and I'm temporarily the president of the Literary Society. First of all, I would like to welcome you all to take the recruitment exam! ”

There was a crisp applause from the audience, and Lan Tong raised his hands and drummed politely three times. When she raised her eyes, Shen Ke's eyes just swept here, she smiled at her and nodded, Lan Tong's heart suddenly felt a pang of apprehension, and a flush rose from the root of her ears.

I couldn't hear what she was saying next at all, and when he woke up from his melancholy, Shen Ke had already stepped off the podium, but there were two more words on the blackboard - shadow.

Shadow. His brain was spinning rapidly, probably the title or center of the article.

Because of the distraction just now, he was embarrassed to ask Shen Ke again, so he had to spread out the blank paper and open the pen cover to conceive.

He thought of his own shadow under the light, and he was reluctant to leave, and followed him closely; I thought of the way to distinguish between ghosts and people in ghost stories, ghosts have no shadow in the light, but people do; I thought of the cherry tree next door, where the red fruit always grew in pairs, and once one fell, the other would inevitably wither.

Yes, he thought of the cherries, the cherries that grew in pairs, they were each other's shadows, cherishing each other, surviving and dying.

But he doesn't want to simply write about those symbiotic cherries, he wants to give them emotions, to think, to live, and to fall in love like human beings. So, he needs two protagonists of the story, two protagonists who like cherries and meet unexpectedly......

The blue pupil's fountain pen moved quickly on the white paper, and the rustling sound was like the sound of a silkworm cocoon, pleasant and beautiful.

His heart was completely immersed in the story, and he didn't feel Shen Ke's approach at all.

She paced softly to him, looking through his back, her gaze falling on the yellowed white paper.

Shadow. Seeing this topic, she couldn't help but suppress her voice and hide her mouth and smile.

In the depths of his ethereal thoughts, there was a tempting fragrance. Lan Tong put down the pen, raised his head and was just about to move his neck, when he fell into Shen Ke, who was smiling with his lips covered beside him. A burst of piping heat quickly slipped down his cheeks, burning the ground and his mouth was dry.

She bowed her head slightly, tapped her middle finger on the paper, and was about to speak, but suddenly she was dumbfounded, and her gaze fell on the top two lines.

Today. What I'm going to tell you is the story of two cherries.

Please remember that what I want to tell you is more than just the story of two cherries.

Cherry. He actually used the image of cherry when writing shadows.

She didn't believe in such coincidences, she never believed that there would be so many coincidences in this world.

Since I met him, such coincidences have continued one after another.

From the beginning, his resemblance to the shadow lover in his dreams, to his infatuation with Qian Zhongshu in his submission, to the association between Cherry's twins and shadows, every time, she felt deeply uneasy.

Her initial hope and sorrow, thinking and wisdom, are all closely related to cherry.

Once, when she heard the word cherry, she would fall into a panic of fear.

The first time I witnessed death in my life was in the summer when I was six years old. His dearest boy, the boy who called him "Xiao Ke" angrily, the boy who made colorful garlands for her, the one who caught the beautiful and bewitching butterflies, the one who dressed her with strings of locusts, the one who climbed the trees for him and picked down a handful of purple mulberries, the boy who sang a childish song for her, disappeared from his life forever.

That summer, her busy parents sent her to her home in the countryside. In the southeast corner of Nǎinǎi's house was a large cherry grove, and she would always sneak there and stuff sweet cherries into her mouth when she was young.

The full name of Xiaomu was not known from the sad inscription until the grave was covered with flowers and the low stone tablet was erected.

Lin Jiamu. Jiamu, the hope and roots of the family, died suddenly in that scorching summer.

No one knows exactly what happened that afternoon. When people reached the bottom of the valley, all they found were the girl who was dying and the boy who had died with broken bones. The girl who woke up was in a trance due to the violent impact on her brain. When Lin Hemin picked up the boy, his body was lying softly in his arms, and there was no trace of breath in his bloodshot mouth.

Lin Hemin spread the child on the bed, he couldn't hold back the pain in his heart anymore, his eyes were dark, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Shen Ke, who was dying, was held by a neighbor's aunt, sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and was sent to the town hospital in time to save his life.

Two weeks of hospital treatment made her deeply frightened by the white walls of the hospital and the strong smell of soda.

It was a fear that could never be erased, and the white sè had once plunged her into a swamp that made her shudder.