When I returned to the dormitory, Jiang Yun was sitting on her bed with a half-dead appearance.

I walked up to Jiang Yun's side, pushed her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong?" Sluggish! ”

Jiang Yun grimaced and handed me her phone.

I looked at the text message page on my phone, and there was a text message from Zhao Jun: Jiang Yun, I'm sorry! I know you're a very haode girl, but we're really not a good fit. I already have someone I like, I hope you don't contact me again in the future, I'm not worth it for you.

I sat next to Jiang Yun and tucked her bangs hanging down her forehead behind her ears, her eyes were red, but there were no tears.

She must be holding back the pain.

"You say, what will the girl Zhao Jun like look like?" Jiang Yun lowered her head and said.

"That girl must not be as beautiful as you, not as gentle as you. Zhao Jun missed you, that is, he was blind! I comforted Jiang Yun forcefully.

Jiang Yun kept beating her chest, and her mouth let out one sigh after another.

I could clearly feel her dullness, and I could feel her sense of loss.

It's like a kite that has been following for a long time, suddenly breaks the line, and then looks at the blue sky and white clouds in confusion.

The heart is clear, but breathing is difficult.

Jiang Yun took out a light blue scarf from under the pillow, which she had knitted for Zhao Jun.

Her eyes were fixed on the scarf, and she muttered, "This is what he gave me back the other day, and he said that light blue is not for him." ”

"Jiang Yun, you have to believe that there is always a suitable person for you on this shijie, and he has been waiting for you to appear somewhere." I hugged Jiang Yun and wanted to pass on her infinite warmth.

"I guess I just can't let myself go right now." Jiang Yun rested her head on my neck, like a child in need of pity.

"Jiang Yun, you can do it, it's not a big deal."

"Well—"

After comforting Jiang Yun to sleep, Wang Ying, Lin Yishui, and Liang Xue, who were silent on the side, all looked at Jiang Yun distressedly.

Sometimes, we can't alleviate your pain, but we can be with you, empathize with you, and grow with you.

Liang Xue whispered to me and motioned for me to go to the corridor to talk.

I followed Liang Xue to the corridor, and she asked me very softly, "What's wrong with Jiang Yun?" Did Zhao Jun say anything to hurt her? ”

I nodded and replied, "Zhao Jun said that he has a girl he likes, and I hope Jiang Yun won't contact him again." ”

"What! Favorite girl? Liang Xue suddenly shouted, and her voice was a little ear-catching.

"Be quiet! Don't be heard by Jiang Yun! ”

"Then do you know who the girl Zhao Jun likes?" Liang Xue asked anxiously.

"I don't know, I've never heard Zhao Jun say that he has a girl he likes!" I shook my head.

"Well, I wish I was the girl he liked."

"I don't want Zhao Jun to like you, originally one Jiang Yun is enough, if the three of you become a triangle, I don't think I have to do anything else in the past four years, just persuade you!"

"However, liking someone has always been a thing that I can't help but do."

I looked at Liang Xue's thoughtful demeanor, and I gradually felt that we were in a sea of fire.

Under the collision of friendship and aiqing, only we know how huge Liliang is.

Liang Xue and I returned to the dormitory, and Wang Ying and Lin Yishui also entered a state of lunch break.

I tiptoed over to the bed and saw a message on my phone screen showing three missed calls.

I pressed the number back, and a deep voice came from a man on the other end of the phone, saying that I had a mail at the main entrance of the school and told me to hurry up and pick it up.

I changed into thicker clothes and walked out of the dormitory.

When I arrived at the school gate, there was indeed my courier, which was a small box, about the size of a shoebox.

After I signed for it, I tore the tape on the way.

The moment I opened the box, I was stunned by what was inside.

There was a large plastic bag in the box, and inside the plastic bag, there were four thick stacks of photos.

The photos are of different sizes, colors, and landscapes, but the protagonist is the same in each photo.

It's Wang Ying and Fang Wenke.

With a box of photos, I didn't go back to my bedroom, but walked to the main building.

Entering the main building, I found a classroom with no one occupied, sat down, and spread out all the photos on the table.

I probably had a dozen tables in place to put the photos one by one.

The locations in the photos range from the Temple of Heaven to Wangfujing, from the Oriental Pearl to the Safari Park, from the Three Gorges to the Dazu Rock Carvings, from the Yungang Grottoes to Wutai Mountain, from Sun Island to Jingpo Lake, from Wuyi Mountain to Gulangyu, from the Old Town of Lijiang to Shangri-La, from Korea to Bali?????? The backgrounds on the photos are different, and each scenery has the flavor of local folklore, but on each photo, it is a group photo of Wang Ying and Fang Wenke.

Their smiling faces are bright, brilliant like inseparable lovers, blending with the sun and gorgeous with the scenery.

It turned out that Wang Ying and Fang Wenke's memories were so beautiful and heavy; It turns out that their shijie has always been beyond my reach; It turned out that what I didn't know was far more terrifying than I thought.

I sat in my chair and looked at the pictures of more than a dozen tables in front of me.

I suddenly remembered that Wang Ying had told me that I must let Fang Wenke take me out on a trip, to see the shijie outside, and to experience a different state of mind. But now, I think it's a bit ironic.

Memories can be recorded on film, and beauty can be reproduced with photos.

I finally understood Fang Wenke's reluctance to take those envelopes and photos, and if it were me, I would have made the same choice and put them in the warehouse instead of burning them.

Those photos are painstaking efforts and memories, even if the flame can destroy what is visible to the naked eye, but those feelings engraved in the years are difficult to erase.

I don't know who was playing a prank on me and mailing me these glaring photos, but I have to admit that the smile on the photo really broke my heart.

And the sense of security that I had always been proud of collapsed in an instant.

The cruelty that should not have been seen with one's own eyes all hit the eyeballs in an instant; The heart that shouldn't have been too much is poured out in an instant; Aiqing, who shouldn't have been suspicious, was full of question marks in an instant.

Women are so indestructible, a trembling can shake love.

I took the box with the photos and called the phone number left by the sender.

The phone showed the local number in Changchun, and the number was open, but no one answered.

I dialed it several times, but still no one answered.

The sunlight in the classroom was very warm, very different from the cold wind outside, and the light was pouring on my desk, chair, face, and photographs.

Those smiling faces, against the backdrop of the warm sun, were like a shining sharp knife, cutting into my heart.