We are trapped in a cage, but we are longing for freedom; We are sad about the past, but we are nostalgic for the past; We raised our voices on the ocean and were eager to try. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info flew to the other side of the sea, crossed the lakes, seas, mountains and rivers, and the rest of the front was not only the beautiful dream of the Chinese year, but also the deep footprints of the dreamers along the road.

"Is it the other side of the sea?" An Luyao looked at the plot that Zimo had just updated on the mobile phone website, and was silently distracted.

Recently, I've been really too idle, and because of the activity week, I haven't been looking at math and science topics properly. The midterm exam was about to come, and after thinking about it, she felt even more irritable.

looked at Zimo's avatar displayed online, thought about it and sent him a message: "I'm going to be late, I read the new chapters you wrote, both the plot and the dialogue are very well controlled." However, I always feel that you haven't been too happy lately, has something happened? ”

Li Qingchen on the opposite side had just finished taking a shower and received her message before turning on the computer.

"Why haven't you slept so late? I just turned on my computer and saw you messaging me. Why, you changed careers to become a psychological counselor, and even I was unhappy, but you could see it. Li Qingchen chuckled on the other side of the screen, his eyebrows and eyes full of pleasure.

An Luyao looked at the font outlined on the notebook, "Because words can speak, don't you know?" ”

Can you speak? Perhaps, only you can read the "dumb language" that I wrote.

Late at night, Li Qingchen was home alone, and only turned on a small table lamp. The writer's mother is attending seminars abroad, and his father has been in the company for several days, leaving him alone, but he is also happy to continue his "writer's dream" with impunity.

"Then what did I say?"

Li Qingchen, who is Zimo, only knows that the girl named Jiangwan on the other side of the screen is a student like herself, and she doesn't know anything else. But one thing he is very sure of is that if she writes like himself, and if she has the support of her appreciative seniors, her future will be limitless.

didn't expect Zimo to ask like this, An Luyao was a little speechless, "This, I don't know." She replied honestly.

The smile on the corner of Li Qingchen's mouth is even stronger, and she will give people a very cold feeling, but after getting along, you know that under her coldness is a warm surge, and she is the fire under the iceberg. It seems that there is a girl like this next to me, and I really feel like it when I think about it.

An Luyao couldn't resist the sleepiness, "Rest early, even if it's more novel, it's not too late, I'll sleep first." ”

"Okay, good night."

Blowing dry his hair, he sent yesterday's manuscript, looking at his manuscripts over the years in the drawer, as well as the sketch of An Luyao that he secretly drew at the beginning of school, he began to be in a daze again.

"An Lu Yao? It's really quite like that. Li Qingchen muttered to himself.

Looking out the window, he cleaned up the table, stunned for a moment, and still placed the sketch at the bottom of the manuscript.

Everything was quiet.

Or, we will always look forward to a man who has passed through your youth and seen your bloom, who has not been weathered, but who has walked a tortuous road.

Perhaps, the future is not far away, and we are all waiting for someone worth waiting for, so don't worry, there will always be something good to come by.

Autumn mornings are still a little cold.

An Luyao was at the door of his house, wearing a mask, and he was still a black mountain bike. By the time I arrived at school, most of the class had already arrived, and everyone started their morning reading step by step. An Luyao just took out a notebook, and by the way, he greeted Su Qing and Jiang Ruili, the two at the same table, and started a new day.

Due to the fact that this time was particularly busy, he slept late last night, and Li Qingchen was dozing off there. Zuo Jue helped him look at the teacher. Xiang Yujin, as the squad leader, is leisurely sorting out some difficulties. There are also You Jia and Qin Hong, there is no usual commotion, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Breaking this balance was one thing in the afternoon.

After the third class, Li Qingchen habitually looked at the knowledge points that Zuo Jue had sorted out for him.

Xiang Yujin came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Li Qingchen, someone is looking for him outside." ”

"Squad leader, who is it?" looked up at Yu Jin.

"I don't know, I said I was looking for you, you go over and take a look, it seems to be a girl in the third class."

Li Qingchen felt a little strange, he didn't seem to have any acquaintances in the third class.

"Oh, okay, I'll go out first, thank you squad leader."

Zuo Jue on the side looked at him, and then looked outside the classroom from the window, "Qingchen, it should be the old situation." Then, with a teasing smile.

"Are you here to see the joke?" Every time I encounter this kind of thing, I have to be ridiculed by Zuo Jue, the old fox.

Taking out a gel pen, Zuo Jue began to focus on the math vector problem, "You better go out and have a look first." ”

When Li Qingchen heard Zuo Jue say that it was an "old situation", he had already guessed a rough idea in his heart.

The girl waiting outside bit her lip and kept looking at Li Qingchen until he walked up.

The girl lowered her head and said shyly, "Hello, I'm ...... I ......"

"Well, may I ask you what's the matter? If it's okay, I'll go back. Li Qingchen was a little helpless, but he still said to the girl very politely.

Many onlookers who did not know the truth slowly gathered in the corridor, and the girl's cheeks turned even redder.

As soon as she heard that he was leaving, she grabbed Li Qingchen, "I have something to tell you, I ...... This, this is for you. As she spoke, she stuffed a box of chocolates to Li Qingchen.

"I can't ......" he was about to refuse, but the girl blocked back in a very domineering tone.

"This is what I sent you, and I will come back to you tomorrow. I...... I'll go first. ”

"Huh?" Before she could react, the girl disappeared like the wind.

"This girl is really funny." Zuo Jue half-leaned against the door and looked at Li Qingchen.

"Alright, let's go back, class is going to be in place soon." looked at the group of people around him who were watching the excitement, and said to Yu Jinchong.

"When did you all come?" Li Qingchen looked at these two people, "Don't tease me anymore, do you know that girl, from Class 3?" ”

"Well, it seems to be the squad leader of the third class, and I met it when I had a meeting before." Zuo Jue touched the bridge of his nose.

Xiang Yujin replied to him, "I don't know, you asked me last time, something about you." ”

"Li Qingchen, don't you like to eat chocolate?" You Jia came out of the teacher's office and returned to the classroom, where she saw the three of them standing in the doorway.

One with chocolates in his hand, one leaning against the door, and one looking at the other two, looking as if something had happened.

"What's wrong? Can I help you? You Jia seemed to smell the gossip again.

Li Qingchen's face was a little stiff, "You Jia, if you don't go to be a paparazzi, it's really a condescension." ”

"How do you know I want to be an entertainment reporter in the future?"

"It's okay, it just depends on your temperament."

Temperament? Zuo Jue really admired Li Qingchen more and more, and quietly entered the classroom.

"No matter what temperament you have, the chocolate in your hand ......" You Jia's eyes kept staring at it.

"Look at you, like a hungry wolf." Xiang Yujin was also a little speechless.

"You don't know how attractive chocolate is for girls."

"Do you want to eat? I'll give it to you, I don't like these things anyway. ”

"Really, you want to give it to me?"

Li Qingchen sighed, "I know that you are a foodie, how can there be a girl in the class who likes to eat so much like you." ”

"Yes, Lu Yao, I also like chocolate."

"An Lu Yao?"

"yes, she said it herself last time."

"Then I'll give it to Lu Yao, you, let's eat less."

You Jia was anxious when she heard Li Qingchen say this, "No, you said it was for me!" No reversal! ”

……

Zuo Jue let them quarrel, and looked at An Luyao, who was completely unaware, she was still so cold.

Noticing the strange eyes cast from the outside, An Luyao's gaze collided with him, and he didn't say anything, just an indifferent smile, and buried his head to look at his newly bought novel "Good Days".

And Zuo Jue seemed to understand something, he became a little uncomfortable, sorted out his emotions, and his ears were a little red for the first time.

In the last class, I didn't know what was wrong, I always thought about An Luyao's eyes just now.

"Su Qing, you can answer this question." The English teacher's crisp tone interrupted his musings.

"Okay, teacher."

Looking at Su Qing's fluent answer, Zuo Jue remembered that day, her temptation to herself, no, or rather, was just a personal idea of hers, and Qingchen would not follow the pace of others, he was stubborn, and no one could persuade him.

remembered what Li Qingchen teased after the girl left today: "Ouch, girls' feelings are always poetry, and I can't understand what these girls are thinking about anymore." ”

He looked at An Luyao again, as if he understood where his panic was coming from.

No one will know some secrets, just like no one understands what their warmth looks like, or, that day, that moment, I met you and understood the certainty in your eyes. Then, we all became poets, writing passages that others didn't understand.

After all, this is the time of youth.