He could no longer sleep peacefully.

For many late nights, Lan Tong always sat in the dim light, holding the pen, and couldn't help but think of that back, but he couldn't put pen to paper.

Mother always came back late every night from the flower room. The florist's business was deteriorating, and she always stayed up late in the greenhouse to grow better, more delicious flowers. The prosperity of the past is gone, and the old dreams are new, and with the carving knife of the years, cruel wrinkles have been carved on her smooth cheeks.

Even if she is tired, she will go to Lan Tong's room to leave two warm words of advice before falling asleep.

Seeing Lan Tong holding the pen in contemplation, she couldn't help but stretch out her palm, rubbing his hair, and muttering.

"Tianyu, look at our child, the posture of holding the pen, the frowning and contemplative look, is so similar to you."

He witnessed the process of his mother's beauty, swallowed by time inch by inch.

He loved his mother more than all the women in the world. The qiē she paid for herself, he always engraved it in his heart.

He didn't blame his father for leaving, it wasn't what he wanted, and it was powerless. It's just a pity that my mother has to leave her hometown after my father leaves, and she lives alone in a strange city, in order to raise herself Chéngrén.

The mother sued him for everything, without the slightest reservation, the old-fashioned alley in Shanghai, the house number of Renhe Lane, and even the small peach tree that was planted by hand in front of the door of the nǎinǎi house before the mother left the alley.

Through the memories of his mother's remarkable arrival, Blue Pupil is very familiar with that distant northern city, and it seems that he has never left.

Faintly, he always felt that one day, he would still return there.

From his mother's distant and sluggish memories, he can clearly see the lines on the bricks and tiles of Renhe Lane, the tangled and spreading vines and roses changing in all seasons, the corners of the criss-crossing streets, the faces of the clock hands on the roof of the old western-style houses, the location of the most famous movie theater, and the most authentic flavor snack bar......

Completely forget about jì, since when did you get used to putting life and emotions into words. It seems to make up for the linguistic shortcomings, and the blue pupil's ability to drive words is always amazing. In the depths of the plain text, there is always a strong tension, like a net that catches you lightly.

However, he didn't care what others thought of his words, and in his opinion, it was just his own, a way of life, or habit, like eating and sleeping.

His writings are always published in the school's literary club, and occasionally appear in the town's newspapers. However, there are few blue eyes in the author's signature. The notebooks in which he wrote were always flipped through and folded, and even worse, the words were secretly torn away.

And he turned a blind eye to the Yiqiē, as if what they had taken away was not his.

All he cares about is the lack of verbal communication. His silence was always unexpected, even when he was asked questions in class.

It's not that he doesn't know what to say, he just doesn't know how to say it. For example, the figure that haunted him.

He wanted to get rid of the captivity of that back.

The ubiquitous back, since the meeting of that face, captured him alive.

Whether it was in a trance in class, in the middle of class, or in the depths of a deep sleep at midnight, it was always like an impenetrable warm fog that made it difficult for him to breathe.

I repeatedly wanted to go to Wang Huijia's seat and ask her about the events of that day. He wanted to witness the girl's face and relieve the unbearable itch in his heart.

However, he was always unable to take a few steps that were close at hand. The chest was like a thick fog in the cage, and when he was about to open his mouth, he blocked his throat and couldn't make a sound.

In order to be able to see that back again, he couldn't open his mouth to interrogate, so he had to secretly follow Wang Huijia.

"You've been following me for a week, what the hell is going on?"

The green light turned on, and Wang Huijia pushed the car and stopped. She suddenly turned around and said to the blue eyes who were standing in a daze not far away.

A trace of panic flashed in Lan Tong's eyes, and he turned around, but was blocked by Wang Huijia, who rode forward.

"Do you want to ...... How? ”

He opened his mouth and lowered his head to avoid Wang Huijia's forced gaze.

"This sentence, it seems that I asked you!"

Wang Huijia was unforgiving, staring at the blue pupils' narrow red cheeks due to embarrassment.

Like a child who had done something wrong, he stood there without saying a word, holding on to the handlebars.

The stalemate lasted for nearly five minutes, attracting sideways from passers-by.

In the end, it was Wang Huijia who came first, she turned around and pushed the bicycle and walked to the traffic light again.

The red light is on. The endless flow of streets, the vehicles and pedestrians shuttling back and forth, the eyes of trance are sour.

Wang Huijia turned around and saw Lan Tong still standing in place.

"Hey! You don't want to follow me anymore, okay? ”

Her voice suddenly softened, and a smile hung down her cheek. Blue Pupils were silent.

“…… 5，4，3，2，1。 ”

The yellow light flashes and the green light starts to come on.

Wang Huijia tightened her grip on the handlebars and prepared to cross the zebra crossing.

"Wang Huijia!"

Just as she was about to take a step, she heard a voice behind her. His voice was not loud, with a faint hoarseness, soft but very penetrating.

She turned her head quickly, a subtle crimson passing across the depths of her cheeks, fleeting.

She felt time stop there, and the flow of people behind her rushed forward, drowning her in a sea of traffic.

"What's the matter?"

The voice was so small that she could barely hear herself, and her right hand fell unconsciously, kneading the corners of Bai Sè's clothes.

In the depths of the dark eyes, a dazzling light grows, the fragmented hair is soft in front of the forehead, the tip of the nose is crystal clear in the setting sun, and the cold contours are soft and glowing in the lazy light......

Wang Huijia...... I...... I'd like to ask ......."

Before she was about to disappear into the zebra crossing, the sheer courage fell again in an instant. His mulberry eyes were so blocked that his breath was blocked there, intermittently.

"Hmmm......"

Wang Huijia turned her face and lowered her jaw slightly, the sunset just shook down from the front, and the two brown freckles on the tip of her nose were extremely charming in the sunset. In fact, her heart was beating so badly that she was "plopping-plopping-", lest even he hear it.

Words always disappear at the moment of opening the mouth. Blue Pupil's hands gripped the handlebars, bowed his head again and again, and raised his head again and again, his neck was like a heavy weight, and his mouth was very dry.

"Wang Huijia!"

His hand was already scratching the rubber handlebar out of his palm print. He finally puffed up his breath and raised his voice quickly.

Wang Huijia turned her head a little flustered, and a trace of fear flowed from the depths of her eyes.

"Can you tell me the name of the girl I was talking to that day?"

He finally said it in one breath, and the yīn cloud that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time suddenly dissipated, and he breathed in a breath of fresh air, only to feel refreshed.

Wang Huijia stood there, and the orange sky dimmed in an instant.