"If it wasn't Wang Huijia who was standing behind you that day, but another girl, would you come together?"

Kang Yan looked at the dark blue eyes and asked curiously.

"I don't know, but that day, when I was at my most sad and helpless, it was she who rescued me from the abyss of pain."

Blue Pupil sighed slightly, and once again fell into an empty and distant memory.

"What about Shen Ke, are you willing to give up?"

"So, I came to this school!"

Blue Pupil turned her head and stared at Kang Yan's brown pupils, the corners of her mouth blooming with a charming arc.

"Then, I met you!"

"You always like to get me involved!"

Kang Yan stretched his brows and smiled, his smile was innocent and clean, and the depths of his bright eyes were studded with crystalline light.

"Still."

Kang Yan paused slightly and continued.

"Being able to meet you here is the only thing worth it when I come back from Australia."

He looked up at the clear blue sky, and his distant thoughts gave birth to a pair of white and transparent wings, which floated thousands of miles away to the other side of the earth.

"Kang, are you ready to stay in Australia?"

Qi Yue always held his chin, lying on the lawn of the campus, twisting the tips of the onionized grass and asking seriously, his black and white eyes were full of clear hope.

"I don't know."

Kang Yan disappointed her every answer, and although she knew that the boy was like a catcher in the palm of his hand, he would eventually disappear from her life, but she still naively hoped that he would tell her that he would stay, even if it was just a well-intentioned deception.

Yet he refused to tell even this lie. This God-given boy was always kind and pitiful, and his slightly pale smile always crept down in her deep sleep, accompanied by the scent of purple flowers, in the blue skylight.

From the seventh grade to the twelfth grade, the most precious six years of middle school in their lives, they walked together, sharing each other's sweetest memories in the most youthful years. The six years that passed in a hurry hung on the fence of the years, like a kite swaying at the other end of the long line, but the thin line in his hand had already slipped away with the wind.

The story of Qi Yue and Kang Yan is as bland as a glass of warm boiled water, occasionally falling into two crystalline sugars, igniting a trace of slippery sweetness on the tip of the sensitive tongue.

Kang Yanjia and Qi Yue's family are located at opposite ends of the city, with vast grasslands on one side and rolling mountains on the other. Because of the distance, the time they spent together was after school in the afternoon, except for school hours.

Kings Park on the banks of the Yarra River is a place they frequent. The beautiful large park is divided into Alexandra Park, Queen Victoria Park, the Governor-General's Residence of Victoria, the Sydney Maiah Outdoor Music Venue, and the National Gallery of Victoria. They always sit on milky white benches in the park, looking at the clouds flowing in the depths of the sky, and the sun is setting in a flash. The spreading and flowing green is ignited by the red afterglow to create a colorful illusion.

On a sunny afternoon, they would take the bus from school and take a half-hour drive to the small park by Port Phillip Bay. The warm sea breeze blew through his face, and his long hair tangleled wantonly in the air, striking a faint mark on the soft lips.

Qi Yue always sits on the long stone steps by the sea, the winding city behind him projects a huge and prosperous shadow, the surging blue waves in the distance, and the white seagulls shuttling between the sea and the sky, singing the song with a lonely expression.

"Don't ask me where I'm from, my hometown is far away, why do I wander, wander far away......"

Kang Yan had to admit his sensitivity and sadness, and every time he heard Qi Yue singing "Olive Tree" by his side, the corners of his eyes always inevitably moistened.

Always fall into the illusion of inextricability, and be touched by the nostalgia that comes to me. Qi Yue's singing voice is like a crystal clear stream, falling from the sky like a ribbon, and then slowly flowing through his heart.

The love for Sanmao started from the winter when he was ten years old.

Almost at first sight, I was attracted by the woman on the cover, such rough and distant eyes, lonely and lonely smile, through the yellowed and long-ago paper, still moving my heart.

It was the middle of winter in 1996, and it had been more than five years since Sanmao left. In front of the second-hand bookstall on the street corner, a few old books are sparsely arranged, the pages are blown by the cold wind, and squatting next to the bookstall is a woman, about thirty years old, leaning against a French plane tree, lazily smoking a "group of heroes".

"Hey, do you want a book? Sanmao's. ”

Kang Yan was about to walk in front of her when she suddenly screamed, a tired and hoarse voice. The woman flicked the cigarette ash off her fingertips and put it to her lips and smoked it quietly, not intending to look at the disdain of passers-by.

The original motive that stopped him was not the name Sanmao, at that time he even thought it was Sanmao in "Sanmao Wandering", what he was interested in was just this strange woman, why she only called him, but ignored the existence of others.

However, when he saw the woman on the cover, he could no longer take his eyes off.

The coarse, yellowed paper, page after page, passed through his fingertips, and the language was so deep and powerful that he had never imagined.

"I have no choice but to be a temporary immortal bird, although my wings are broken, my feathers are off, I have no other half to compare with the wings, but that broken heart is still a treasure of my parents, no matter how painful it is, no matter how injured it is, as long as they refuse to let me die, I will no longer have the idea of giving up on them."

Years later, he still vividly remembers the words he found in front of the bookstall that day. Such a surging and powerful emotion, every time he reads it, his heart will have a lasting shock.

"Kid, it's time for you to go home!"

Kang Yan, who was deeply immersed in the words, was pulled back to reality by the woman's voice. A few black cigarette butts lay scattered in front of the woman's feet, standing in the twilight of the street with her hands in her hands.

"How much does this book cost?"

Fortunately, he had ten yuan in his pocket, and Kang Yan felt that it was enough to buy the book.

"How much money did you bring?"

"Ten pieces."

The woman suddenly laughed out loud, a hearty laugh that didn't fit in with her outward appearance. Kang Yan was overwhelmed by her sudden laughter, and his heart became uneasy.

"Do you really want it?"

The woman suddenly stopped smiling, leaned over to stare at Kang Yan, and asked with a serious face. Kang Yan nodded vigorously.

"But—"

"If you don't think you have enough money, I can go back and get it!"

If Kang Yan snatched a woman, he couldn't bear to miss the things he couldn't put down, and the meaning of this book to him was by no means beyond the reach of ordinary items.

"What a smart kid, but-"

The smile on the woman's face became even thicker, and with a pair of black eyes, Kang Yan's heart was pounding wildly. The woman's words came to an abrupt end again, tilting her head and raising her eyes, contemplating with a smile rather than a smile.

"Did I tell you this book sells?"

Hearing the woman's words, a chill penetrated Kang Yan's body, and even his heart stopped beating coldly.

"But, I really like it!"

Kang Yan muttered to himself, a huge sense of loss spreading through his body, and his choked throat was filled with grievances.

"My books are only given away, not sold."

The woman stretched out her pale and thin palm, rubbing Kang Yan's soft hair, and her voice suddenly softened.

"To those who like it and need it."

Kang Yan looked up in surprise and saw the corners of the woman's slender eyes narrowing slightly, and the warm light flickered in between.

"How?"

He felt that he could not accept a woman's favor for no reason, and even if he accepted it, he had to know the reason, otherwise he would be in a state of panic.

"What's not to do, she's my favorite author!"

The woman's tone suddenly deepened, and her hoarse voice was full of melancholy and sadness.

"And her favorite author!"

"Then why did you send them?"

The woman's strange actions and words made Kang Yan even more puzzled.