Who is it?

He casually stuffed the diary back into the mattress, subconsciously, he didn't want others to know that he was so middle-two. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Speed up your hands and feet to collect the ashes scattered on the floor, make sure each cigarette butt is wrapped in toilet paper and hide under the bed.

Probably about to start facing the first person in his memory, Zheng Mao let out a long breath and tried to relax himself. didn't get into the cat's eyes to see who the other party was, for fear that he would be discouraged when he saw it, so he directly opened the door.

"It turned out to be Xiao Yun!"

The lake of memory rippled, and Zheng Mao's eyes were in a trance.

Xu Yun, a childhood sweetheart since junior high school.

In my impression, she is the strong woman who calls for wind and rain in the business sea; But now, she is the tail of the crane in the class and even in the whole school.

I don't know when it started, it should be after Zheng Mao's car accident and return to school.

His grades are getting worse and worse, while Xu Yun is getting better and better: first in his class, first in his grade, and first in the city.

Later, Zheng Mao's father died suddenly, so he went to another city with his mother.

Later, when Zheng Mao received her news, the other party had become the female champion of the college entrance examination in Beijiang City.

Even in junior high school, there is a kind of ignorant liking between them. It's a pity that the insurmountable gap and the disparity in family backgrounds have prevented the two from really coming together. In the end, they just became old friends who talked about everything.

This feeling has become a reminiscent of youth.

However, Zheng Mao looked at the roller skates under her feet, at her green and beautiful little face, with a straight nose and eyes as clear as autumn water.

Zheng Mao suddenly realized that she was still a beautiful Lori who was not obvious.

His nose was sour, and he boasted of his manhood, but he wanted to cry a little.

"Huh?" Xu Yun seemed to notice Zheng Mao's abnormality, tilted his head and looked at him curiously, and said, "Maomao, what's wrong with you." ”

"I say it again, don't call me Maomao!" Listening to this familiar title, Zheng Mao couldn't help but smile at the corner of his eyes.

"Okay Maomao."

Hearing this, Zheng Mao pretended to hold his forehead, but secretly wiped his moist eyes.

In public, Xu Yun would still call him by his full name, but I don't know when he learned from Zheng Mao and his mother in private.

Zheng Mao is a straight man, saying that he can't accept this kind of overlapping words, it's too disgusting.

……

Young people don't remember things, they always pay more attention to the present, they don't always think about the past and the future, and they can easily get distracted.

Regarding Zheng Mao's strange appearance, Xu Yun didn't delve into it, looking at his smiling appearance now, it was enough.

The white hand rested on the door frame.

When Xu Yun laughed, he would always squint his eyes slightly, and then the corners of his mouth were slowly outlined, and he said, "Let's go, let's play in the green square." ”

Zheng Mao's eyes brushed Xu Yun's ears and looked at the narrow corridor behind her.

She's still the same she, walking up to the third floor in roller skates, walking on the ground, and even slipping backwards. Of course, this is not a problem for Zheng Mao, who was originally thirteen or fourteen years old.

However, the current Zheng Mao has not touched a pulley for many years!

Shaking his head, he looked at Xu Yun through the door frame. Looking at her delicate willow eyebrows that were not trimmed, Zheng Mao excused himself and said, "There is still half a month to go before the final exam, I want to read a book for a while." ”

Hearing this, Xu Yun was disappointed, opened his mouth and said "ah", and said angrily: "No, I want you to play with me!" ”

Stepping on single-row roller skates, it is very difficult to get all the way to Zheng Mao's house. Xu Yun removed his hand from the wooden door frame, and Zheng Mao's eyes that had not been poisoned by the electronic screen could clearly see the faint wetness on them.

But then again, Xu Yun's coquettish appearance when he was a girl was really lethal to him.

In a warm mood, Zheng Mao suddenly raised his hand and leaned towards Xu Yun's face.

Seeing this, Xu Yun was slightly stunned, but she didn't dodge, and let Zheng Mao wipe off the fine and dense sweat stains on her forehead. Both of them are very natural, faint, like a very ordinary action.

However, the mood is very unusual. This refers to Zheng Mao alone, his heart is pounding, and he is a little stunned.

Forcibly suppressing this feeling, Zheng Mao pretended to be relaxed and said, "Come and review with me!" ”

Although it sounds like an inquiry, there is a faint flavor in the tone that cannot be refused.

Perhaps he had never heard Zheng Mao speak like this, so Xu Yun let him hold his hand and bring him into the house. Then when he closed the door, he reacted and said, "I don't want to read the textbook, it's too boring!" ”

Feeling the slightly cool softness in his palm, Zheng Mao was reluctant to let go of his hand. Even if Xu Yun shouldn't think much about it, the two sides are too familiar, and it is nothing to hold hands a little with the relationship between the two. But Zheng Mao's mentality is different after all.

Seeing Xu Yun "snorting" and pursing his mouth, he threw out a killer idea: "I'll borrow you to copy this weekend's homework." ”

"Good!"

It was such a happy decision.

Xu Yun slid to the sofa and sat down, Zheng Mao looked at the pair of pulleys on her feet, and without thinking, picked up a pair of flip-flops from the tidy shoe rack.

Don't know what to say.

Zheng Mao thought that he should do what he liked and say something that was suitable for this age. For example, talk about what music Jay Chou has on that treasure island, the hottest TV series "Eighteen-Year-Old Sky", or Nintendo, the game "Bubble Hall" and the like.

After thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't open my mouth.

I still think these things are too naïve.

If you want to say it, it's a huge ice reef under the iceberg, and then the words come out of your mouth, and it's just a small tip: "Change your shoes." ”

"Okay," said Xu Yun, who was sitting on the sofa, and bent down.

was about to stretch out his hand, but saw Zheng Mao put the flip-flops in his hand aside, blocked her tender fingers, and skillfully untied her shoelace quickly.

In fact, man is really a very strange animal.

Zheng Mao used to be young, and when he got along with her, his tongue bloomed and he dared to do anything. Later, when I really matured, I realized the distance that I had been subconsciously ignoring between the two, and I became more and more reticent and afraid of everything.

The current Zheng Mao still can't go back to the past, but he has relived a lifetime, and many things have been lightened.

For example, those big and small regrets, such as my father's sudden death from overwork, such as the ravine between him and Xu Yun. However, he now has a chance to change his fate.

I can't talk about the ambition of going to the moon in nine days.

At least, Zheng Mao only hopes that his life will be perfect and happy.

In the midst of such emotion, Zheng Mao changed Xu Yun's shoes and raised his head, only to see that something seemed to be shaking in her eyes.

It was tears.

"Zheng Mao, why are you so good to me?"

"Xu Yun, why do your feet stink so much?"

……

"How is it possible, your sweaty feet stink, hum!"