Hongmei has been dreaming of Junchao these days, dreaming of his vigorous and jumping figure on the basketball court, dreaming of his sunny smiling face, and his slightly nervous smile. Sometimes I dream of his youthful sturdy body, and Hongmei will wake up smiling in her dreams, with a hint of girlish shyness on her face, and that kind of sorrow that can't be discarded.

This year's Chinese New Year, her parents still didn't come back, and Hongmei took her younger brother to celebrate the New Year together. With her care, the teenage brother has a heartless happiness. But her girlish shyness was not to be told.

Since the fifth grade of elementary school, Hongmei has lived independently with her younger brother like most children in mountain villages. Mom and Dad work in the city, and they rarely have time to come back, and even if they do, it's only a few days.

Now my parents have bought a house with a mortgage in the county, their sister and brother go to school, and the monthly payment of the house is like a mountain on the shoulders of my parents.

Hongmei knew that the house in the county town was prepared by her parents for her younger brother, and she didn't have her share. Nowadays, people in the countryside are going to the city, and it is difficult for a boy in the countryside to find a wife if he does not buy a house in the county.

Hongmei is not without complaints in her heart. Why do you have to suffer if you are a sister, why don't the houses in the county have her share? She was also born to her parents, and she longed for more love.

The love that she didn't get from her parents, she got it from Junchao. Junchao is the captain of the school's basketball team, sunny and handsome, and the girls say he is the school grass. Those nymphomaniac girls, at noon, always gather on the side of the playground to watch them play basketball. Every time Junchao hits a good shot, they cheer and shout.

Hongmei is different from them, she always stands on the balcony on the second floor of the teaching building, her eyes follow Junchao all over the field. Junchao always responds to her gaze and gives her a simple smile after throwing a good ball. She was obsessed with eye contact.

The girls were chattering on the edge of the playground.

"Wow, look, Wang Junchao is smiling at me."

"Wow, look, he's so handsome!"

……

Hongmei felt that those girls were naïve and disgusting, and Junchao's handsome smiling face belonged to her.

In the end, in the hearts of rural people, boys are still more important than girls. Junchao's parents rented him a house near the school, and she didn't dare to ask her parents for such a request.

Of course, she often goes to Junchao's rented house, tidies up his room, washes clothes, and is like a diligent little daughter-in-law.

That time, on Junchao's birthday, they were drinking. Alcohol ignites the flame of youth, and she dedicates herself as a gift to Junchao. Young people only care about enjoying the joy of life, and they don't think about how they will live their lives in the future. How should they best arrange for this young relationship? They just enjoy the love of you and me, squandering the best time of their lives.

The first impulse, pleasure, tears, the boy's youthful body, passion, and immature vows, all of them are so misty and beautiful.

Hongmei even showed off a little complacently, Junchao, the school grass in the hearts of the girls in the school, only she got him completely.

During the winter vacation, Junchao went to the place where his parents worked. Hongmei can only guard the empty room day by day, look at the photos of Junchao on her mobile phone, and tell her thoughts.

Hongmei remembered the poems she had learned, the resentful women who were full of longing in those poems, the falling flowers and flowing water, the mandarin ducks and wings, and the sad spring and autumn......

Those bone-eating thoughts, a faint pain, a faint happiness, a faint sorrow...... This is the most beautiful emotion of youth.

In the past two days, the swallows under the eaves have returned. They are diligently repairing last year's nest. Their black and white bodies and scissor-like tails are so lively and cute. The murmuring swallow language and the figure of double flying make Hongmei think of "micro swift double flying", "petrel amphibious tortoiseshell beam", and many images of swallows and love.

Is the swallow's nest the same thing that the original name "love nest" refers to? So, that simple rental house should also be counted as her and Junchao's "love nest", right?

Hongmei sat at the window of her room on the second floor, and without writing a few words on her homework, she was attracted by the cry of swallows in the yard.

Hongmei simply leaned on the window and watched the swallow couple flying around in the yard. Watch them fly past the cherry trees on the edge of the yard. The cherries have already bloomed, and the pink blossoms of the tree have attracted many bees to buzz and burrow into the heart of the flower.

Hongmei remembered that Junchao was coming, and his greedy appearance when he was in love was also like this bee. Hongmei's heart was a little faintly excited, and her face was a little fever and red.

The swallows flew over the bamboo forest outside the gate and flew into the fields in early spring. There are sparkling ponds like a big mirror, golden and dazzling rape flowers like a piece of sunlight falling to the ground, and soft branches of willow trees like green silk swaying gently in the wind. Spring is really coming, and the spring tide between heaven and earth is quietly spreading.

Hongmei heard a burst of singing, and the familiar sound made her feel like a little rabbit bouncing in her heart.

"Sweet honey, you smile sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze......"

Hongmei rushed down from the upstairs briskly like a swallow, and then she saw Junchao pushing the cart under the old willow tree at the entrance of the village.

Hongmei looked left and right, no one paid attention to her and Junchao, she waved at Junchao.

Junchao pushed the cart and walked forward slowly, and Hongmei slowly followed behind, walking together into the field where the spring tide was moving.

The rich floral fragrance of rape flowers wafts in the wind, and there is a rich sweetness like honey. Golden flowers, green leaves, pull up a beautiful curtain.

Junchao pulled Hongmei into this beautiful curtain.

"Hongmei, did you miss me?"

"Think, you don't call me, did you go to a big city and forget me when you see a better girl."

"No, you're my favorite, you see I bought you a scarf and chocolates. Come, and I'll wrap you around. ”

The red scarf sets off the red plum and red face, like the most colorful peach blossom. Junchao gently kissed the peach blossom, like a greedy bee.

"And chocolate, you eat it too." Junchao took out the box of chocolates.

Hongmei opened a piece and took a bite of it, soft and silky, like gentle water sliding across the tip of her tongue.

"It's delicious."

"It's delicious."

"Then I'll eat it too."

Hongmei opened her mouth, and Junchao's tongue rushed in, **** the chocolate in her mouth.

Junchao's breathing was as rapid and heavy as a cow, and his strong arms held her in his arms.

Hongmei felt like a block of ice that had met with fire, shattered and melted.

The spring breeze travels across the land in the middle of the river, blowing those green crops, blowing those early-blooming flowers, and also blowing the rape flowers where Junchao and Hongmei are hiding.

The golden flowers swayed in the wind, like a surging tide. The spring tide has risen, and it is flowing wantonly on the land of Sichuan.