The old man with deep wrinkles on his face was wrapped in a white cloth on his head, wearing a cheap shirt that had been washed white, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth when he spoke, and there were still a few traces of tobacco leaves left in the tobacco pot, he leisurely cocked one foot, and the mud-stained liberation shoes stepped on the heel, and the old man took a few puffs of cigarette holders, sighed comfortably, and narrowed his cloudy eyes with a smile. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Jia's gaze fell far on the old man, until the peasant got up again and took up his pick and walked away, revealing the person who had been hiding behind him.

Behind the two picks was a man squatting. He didn't boast about his goods as vigorously as the people around him, his slightly long bangs almost covered his eyes, his oversized T-shirt wrapped around his body, and the middle part of his spine was slightly raised. He looked intently at the book in his hand, as if the noise around him had no effect on him.

In the picks are green vegetables that can be seen everywhere in the countryside, and there are a lot of piles of water. The days are getting higher and higher, and it seems that there are not many transactions made. But the owner doesn't seem to care too much about that.

The corners of Song Jia's mouth unconsciously bent upward, he squeezed through the middle of the human slit in a few steps, and finally stood in front of him, with a smile on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

He stood in front of the man, and immediately blinded the light a lot, and the man looked up blankly, and saw that it was him, and a trace of complicated surprise flashed quickly in his expression.

"Why, I can see you everywhere......" Chen Chuan muttered and blurted out.

Song Jia didn't speak, just looked at the person in front of him quietly. He hadn't cut it for a while, and his hair had grown a little. Compared with other boys, the smooth black hair is obediently attached to the head, and the ear hair hangs down long, making the already delicate appearance look softer. He opened his eyes wide, looked at Song Jia and said, "Don't tell me you live here again?" ”

“…… I have relatives here. Song Jia didn't want to say more, because he suddenly felt that his behavior was a little ridiculous - a few days of rural life still taught him to some extent, and it was better not to say anything about experiencing life in front of an authentic peasant child.

"Oh, you're up to play?" Chen Chuan's eyes lit up, he put the book in his hand on the cloth bag on the side, and stood up on his knees.

Song Jia was startled, and hurriedly held his elbow to help him stand firmly. Then he took the opportunity to stand beside Chen Chuan.

"Be careful."

"I've been squatting for a long time, it's okay." I knew I should have gone for breakfast. Chen Chuan regretted it a little in his heart, but of course he couldn't tell Song Jia about this. After stabilizing himself a little, Chen Chuan asked Song Jia with great interest after the dizziness disappeared completely: "Which Halaile?" ”

"Last week." Song Jia glanced at Chen Chuan and lowered his head, "I'll go back in a while." ”

Chen Chuan was stunned, he thought that Song Jia had just arrived. He blinked his eyes and asked Song Jia, "Are you going home?" ”

"My mom told me to go back to tutoring." Speaking of this, Song Jia was particularly depressed.

“…… That's going to happen. Chen Chuan smiled, "Okay, just make up the course." ”

Song Jia looked at him blankly, and wanted to say that otherwise, I would stay at your house and play for a few more days. But he couldn't say it after all—it was obviously impossible. Thinking that he was about to return to the sweltering city, with a lot of homework and tutoring waiting for him, Song Jia's mood was not good at all, so he had to turn his head and look at the lively crowd.

“…… It's going to be ten o'clock, why don't you go in the car? Chen Chuan asked him, the surroundings were too noisy, and the sound was almost inaudible in the noisy crowd.

“…… Want. Song Jia turned his head, in this summer vacation, he had grown a little taller, he was originally half a head taller than Chen Chuan, and now Chen Chuan had to raise his head to see his eyes. He smiled when Song Jia came over, "I can't catch the car." ”

Song Jia saw his own shadow in Chen Chuan's black pupils.

“…… Well, I'll go. Song Jia said slowly.

"If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to catch the car." Chen Chuan nodded, and said, "I'll send you to the place where you take the car." He bent down to say a few words to the vendor next door, and the middle-aged woman smiled and nodded, looking at the young man who didn't belong here with some curiosity.

"There were a lot of people in that car." Chen Chuan pulled Song Jia desperately out of the crowd and came to a secluded place. Both of them were gasping for air, looking at each other, and they couldn't help but laugh.

"When are you going back to school?" Song Jia asked Chen Chuan, "I'll go back at the end of August." ”

"I might be the same, what about you?" Chen Chuan's sharp eyes found that Song Jia had two empty hands, "Don't you say that you didn't bring anything." ”

"Oh, at my brother's." Song Jia instructed Chen Chuan, "You go to the station and wait for me first, I'll come over immediately." ”

By the time Song Jia came over with a large bag of small bags, Chen Chuan was already stunned.

"You don't have a lot of stuff." He sighed and hurriedly came up to help Song Jia put his things on the luggage rack.

"My brother insisted on telling me to bring it." Song Jia was a little unhappy, his eyes rolled, and he smiled at Chen Chuan with a little flattery: "Chen Chuan ......"

"Don't even think about it." Chen Chuan refused before Song Jia's words could be spoken.

"You don't know what I'm going to say." Song Jia was not happy.

"I don't know about you yet. Are you trying to tell me to take things away? Chen Chuan glared at Song Jia, "This is a piece of your brother's family's heart, you really don't know what to do." ”

Song Jia stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to speak.

"Are you leaving?" The driver came over and asked Chen Chuan.

"If you don't go, you can't go, I'll give it away." Chen Chuan hurriedly ran out of the car, ran to Song Jia's car window in a few steps, and began to babble with an uneasy face, "Pay attention to safety, you have too many things, don't take them off, be careful, don't doze off when you sit in the car alone......"

Song Jia resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Chen Chuan, you are even more verbose than my mother." ”

Chen Chuan was a little depressed, but immediately he suddenly remembered something, and said in a loud voice: "I'll come over immediately, you tell the driver to wait ......"

Song Jia watched him run away inexplicably.

"Got it." Chen Chuan ran over panting, seemed to be holding something in his arms, and when he got closer, he found that it was a few green-skinned oranges. He handed it to Song Jia from the car window, "It's a little sour now, but I don't get motion sickness after eating......"

Song Jia silently stroked the uneven surface of the orange peel, and smelled the faint aroma of green orange at the end of his nose.

"How do you know I'm motion sick?" The low question was drowned in the roar of the car engine, and he could only watch speechlessly as Chen Chuan took two steps, the young man's sweaty forehead was pressed against his hair, and he smiled at him, and in the distance were the continuous cyan mountains.

Not long after the start of their sophomore year, students were notified that they had to face the first important choice of their lives: the placement of arts and sciences.

For a small group of people, it means relief. But many more are confused: whether to study liberal arts or science, most are hesitant.

"Actually, it should have been divided at the end of last semester, but it was delayed until now because of SARS." Fang Ping was as well-informed as ever, "Originally, there was a placement test, but it was canceled for this reason. ”

"Have you decided?" Song Jia crossed his hands behind his head, looking very leisurely, "Liberal arts or science?" ”

"Science." Fang Ping said as a matter of course, and then he asked in hindsight: "You too, right?" ”

"Except for Zhao Mo." Chen Chuan rarely woke up from the sea of math problems: "He has been booked to the liberal arts." ”

Zhao Mo nodded, confirming Chen Chuan's statement.

Fang Ping's face darkened, "Then everyone will be separated," he suddenly sighed, and said in an unusually mature tone: "Life is like this, meet, leave." ”

Song Jia's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He smiled casually and teased: "Yo, I can't see it, you still have this side." ”

"You can't see more." Fang Ping glanced at Song Jia, "Do you think Zhao Mo is a literary and artistic young man?" ”

Zhao Mo looked up from the book and protested: "I'm not thanking. Then after a pause, he said, "It's just that I don't know when you became so interested in Wen Qing." ”

"Girls like deep men." Fang Ping stroked his hair in a posture that he thought was very handsome, "For example, Tony Leung." Another example," his voice was an octave lower, like a horn holding his breath, "I." ”

The three people who were waiting for him immediately laughed.

"But if you think about it carefully, I won't be a classmate in the future, and I'm still a little sad." After laughing enough, Song Jia spoke, and his gaze swept over the side face of Chen Chuan, who was doing the question, "It's not easy to get together in the future, right?" ”

As if sensing something, Chen Chuan raised his head and looked at Song Jia in confusion, Song Jia smiled at him and turned his face away.

"People are gathered together to leave." Zhao Mo closed the book and said lightly.

Several people did not speak, and they were a little depressed about the upcoming parting, and even the atmosphere became dull.

But within a few days, they felt that the sadness they were now was not worth it. There is only one word difference between Zhao Mo's class and Song Jia's class, one is the second class and the other is the third class. There was only one wall between the four of them.

"Does it mean that God closed the door and left a window for you?" Chen Chuan muttered to himself, and then asked Zhao Mo, who was sitting next to him, for confirmation.

"That's the right thing to do." Although they can't get rid of mathematics yet, at least the new class of liberal arts students who have been freed from physics and chemistry agree with their friends with a smile.

Autumn is high and cool, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Chen Xiangqian ran to the brigade office with his front wide open, and halfway through the road, he saw a person turning up at the foot of the mountain. He built a pergola in front of his eyes with his hand, squinted his eyes for a long time, and then tore his throat and shouted: "Chuan Wa'er, come here quickly!" Your grandmother has come to your house to make trouble! ”

Chen Chuan didn't hear it clearly, put his hands to his mouth and shouted, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Eh! Your grandmother is here! The man stomped his foot, shouted at the top of his voice, and then turned and ran back.

Chen Chuan was stunned, and immediately chased after Chen Xiangqian and ran home.