Even if it's just early winter, the cold of the early morning can be described as biting. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info especially at this time, the sun is still hiding below the horizon, which makes the cold wind in the early morning a little more chilly.

I was walking down the street, and the cold wind was pouring down my neckline all the time, as if to freeze me in the street.

It's a pity that the conspiracy of the cold wind did not succeed in me.

Before I left my summer home, I took in the pink diary with enough temperature to keep my body and mind warm.

As I walked, I thought about it, not about the diary, but about the memories that were drawn from the diary.

Sure enough, human memory, as written in an article I saw on the forum a long time ago, memory does not disappear, it will only be ignored.

We can't remember some people, some things, it's not that we forgot them, we just ignored them.

The memory of them still exists, but it is hidden in a corner of our minds by the ruthless us.

When a certain day, or a certain moment, a related thing appears, and that hidden memory will resurface in our minds under the traction of things.

The pink diary of the summer is the thing related to it, which allows those memories that I have been ignoring to finally get a chance to surface, so that I can meet these memories again in my mind.

This was much gentler than the white-haired old man forcibly playing me a memory, at least my head wouldn't hurt terribly afterwards.

In addition to that pink diary, there was also that photo album, which reminded me of a lot of things.

When I first saw the album, I became a little panicked and confused because the truth came so suddenly, and I was completely unprepared.

Now that I think about it, I didn't need to be so panicked at the time, I could have dealt with the situation in a quieter way, take a deep breath, close my eyes, reminisce about the past, and remember the train ticket, wouldn't it be good? Why get so nervous?

The train ticket has already appeared in my mind along with the memories that have surfaced.

I remember that it was indeed 2010, as for the specific month and day, it may be that this memory has been soaked in my mind for too long, and it has become very vague, and I really can't remember it clearly.

But what I do know for sure is that the day it happened was indeed in the summer. Because that memory tells me very clearly that when I got off the train, the difference between the hot and cold temperature inside and outside the carriage instantly made an uncle next to me scold more than a dozen very authentic swear words, each of which greeted God very skillfully.

Sure enough, my memory is as abnormal as mine, I can't remember the date, but I can actually remember the uncle's greetings to God, is it that I am a person who is born with a different focus from ordinary people?

Okay, let's get down to business.

After getting off the train and out of the station, I walked to a less crowded place.

Why go to a place where there are fewer people? That's my habit. I'm not too fond of crowded places, except for bars, of course.

Outside the train station, where there are more crowds, there will be very enthusiastic soliciting aunts waiting, they will always follow you, ask if you want to stay in the hotel, tell you that they have hot water, TV, and little girls, whether you talk to them or not, they will always follow you, and they can't get rid of it.

So as soon as I get out of the train station, I will retreat to a less crowded place before those aunts target me, and then take a taxi home after staying away from the train station.

This has always been a habit, and every time I take the train back to Ningbo from other places, I do it, and it was naturally the same day.

I remember that it was too hot that day, and there weren't many people on the road, so the road I walked was even quieter.

But after walking a short distance, I heard crying, and about a minute later, I was in a corner in front of me, and I saw Summer crying very sadly, of course I didn't know her at that time.

Seeing that she was crying so sadly, I asked her out of curiosity why she was crying.

She was crying and a little emotional, and even told me a lot of things with comparisons. Maybe it's an excited relationship, what she said is not logical, it's very confusing, I barely sorted out my thoughts, and probably understood that she lost her wallet and couldn't go home.

It can only be said that that summer was indeed too unlucky, and the situation she encountered had already been used by scammers as a means of deception.

Most people will immediately think of Summer as a liar when they encounter this kind of thing, and of course most of them include me.

My first instinct told me exactly that the girl in front of me was using compassion to cheat money.

So, I didn't have much thought, and was about to turn around and leave.

But just as I was about to turn around, Summer's head just raised to look at me, and as soon as I made eye contact with her, I immediately stopped turning around.

From the look in her eyes, I read something, from the panic after encountering difficulties, the resentment after losing money, and the begging for help.

To be honest, her eyes were too sincere to see any falsehood, which made me feel the urge to help her in an instant.

Although I was impulsive, I still didn't trust her 100% because I was always defensive about people.

Now that I think about it, I did go a little too cautious at the time. If the look in the summer is all performed by her, then her acting skills can hit the Oscars, why bother to cheat money at the train station?

But after all, I didn't think about it that much at the time, it was just pure over-caution.

Then, I took her to buy a train ticket back and some food for her to eat on the way.

In the end, in order to prevent her from being a liar and afraid that she would cheat me out of a train ticket, I did not leave until after I put her on the train.

Of course, during the whole process, I did not make a small talk to her, as Summer said.

That's what I remember about the first time we met.

As for the second meeting, I really don't remember it clearly, I can only say that I soaked in my mind for too long, and it was all soaked.

Then the third time we met, what kind of school activities, there were some impressions.

It's just that I remember that there were a lot of people who took pictures with me at that time, from the time I entered the school to the time I left, many people took pictures with me.

The girl in the summer looked like she didn't look like anything at the time, and she could only be described as clean, which I really don't remember very well, under what circumstances she took a photo with me.

The memory of this third meeting, I can only say that I took pictures with many people, and Summer was one of them.