Su Can was in a trance, looking at the girl's pure and immaculate eyes looking at him quietly.

Years later, will you remember a girl who cherished you very hard and pulled your fingers?

Pull hooks with each other, and it is the innocence of the puppy that agrees to lie.

Well, like sunshine!

The air seemed to smell like nothing.

The foliage on both sides of the playground track is lush with palm-sized plane leaves, and then the sunlight pours in through those gaps.

It was warm, and a little cold.

Ambiguity is an elusive thing that hovers between the invisible and the tangible.

Let Su Can seal his memory in an instant by chance.

It recurs after a few years, or appears in some kind of eye-raising expectation, and when you turn your head, you disappear without a trace.

"Well, who said panic is a puppy." Su Can nodded solemnly.

The two of them walked slowly along the entire runway.

There are two 6-story buildings on the east side of the playground, which are the first and third high school buildings.

Sunlight shines through the two school buildings, and the row of tall and lush metasequoia branches and leaves sift through the glass windows of the classrooms, gilding them with a layer of golden light.

Gray and white are the timeless tones of the walls of the school building.

More than ten years later, Su Can returned to his alma mater, and this familiar tone still stubbornly existed.

Turn left and you will find a green promenade covered with vines, verdant and verdant with chairs to sit and rest.

In the summer, students come here in pairs, there are quiet girls holding books and reading quietly, and there are lively girls chattering and discussing.

Boys don't want to come here, and the toilet corridor or basketball court is where boys stay.

Smoking cigarettes, blowing for ten minutes, fists mixed with hormones and blood stimulation are the main themes of the boys' circle.

10 meters away from the green promenade is the famous big banyan tree of No. 2 Middle School.

The big banyan tree has been planted since the establishment of the No. 2 Middle School, and I heard that it was planted by a certain big person.

Of course, this statement is a legend or a fact. The mystery is no longer known, probably because it is too long.

The banyan tree has many leafy branches and looks like it can live for a long time.

At least Su Can felt that after he died, if there was no accident, this big banyan tree should be able to live for a long, long time.

Beneath the big banyan tree stood a pretty figure.

She was wearing a light blue dress, her long hair was spread out and her shawl looked lazy and cute, with a slightly upturned melon seed face, and two shallow dimples next to her.

The light blue dress is off-the-shoulder, the white milk-like arms are exposed, and the slender wrists have dark blue veins, which are not hideous, but highlight the girl's weakness.

"Hey, Su Can! I am here. ”

Su Xiaoxiao was far away, and saw Su Can and Cheng Keshu walking side by side, waving to say hello, and walking over at the same time.

Su Can said with a smile: "Su Xiaoxiao, have you waited for a long time, I don't mind if I bring Keshu to your literary club, right?" ”

He looked at Cheng Keshu, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Cheng Keshu heard the overtone from Su Can's words, and a flush flashed on her face involuntarily.

Amber eyes glanced at Su Can and turned his head sideways.

Su Xiaoxiao is also a smart girl, and at this time, she also realized something, and frowned slightly.

A classmate of Su Xiaoxiao and a friend named Ke Shu, intimate Cheng Dù made a judgment.

She was a little sour for a moment, but pretended not to care and said, "It's okay, Fairy Cheng is willing to come to our literary club, and it's too late for the group of boys in our club to welcome you." ”

"It's just that you called Fairy Cheng so intimately, be careful of being beaten by those boys?"

Su Can was stunned.

immediately smiled bitterly to himself, how did he offend this little ancestor.

He didn't expect that a beautiful and intelligent girl like Su Xiaoxiao would also have a time when the vinegar bottle was overturned.

Such a talented girl naturally knows how to use a gentle knife.

And if she is jealous, she is also naïve, adding a kind of gambling cuteness to it.

Cheng Keshu took Su's little hand, and the two fairy-like girls walked together for the first time.

Cheng Keshu spoke softly like Su Xiaoxiao's earlobe, leaving Su Can aside.

After Cheng Keshu finished speaking, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly smiled, and the two shallow dimples also smiled, and Su Can glanced at Su Can with all kinds of amorous eyes.

Then the chirping Cheng Keshu whispered between the girls.

Su Can scratched his head and stared, but he was helpless, it was that sentence, don't guess what the girl thinks.

The three of them walked side by side for a few minutes before coming to the vicinity of the library of the No. 2 Middle School.

There is a unique building, antique, blue bricks and gray tiles, although not large but very classical, which is incompatible with the teaching atmosphere of the school.

It seems that the smoke and rain of the ancient capital of Jiangnan are concentrated in it, and the gray tiles of the roof of this building are covered with turquoise vines.

Qingmo Literature Club!

Su Xiaoxiao snorted coquettishly first, and her bright eyes swirled on Su Can's body.

Holding Cheng Keshu's arm, he introduced Su Can and said: "This is the Qingmo Literature Society, there are currently 23 main members, of course, if you can join, it will be 24!" ”

Qingmo Literature Society, also known as Moxiang Literature Society, was established in May 1986 and has continued the era of two principals.

It is a literary team that integrates ideology, literature, cultivation, magazines, and publicity, and is a very cohesive and attractive team.

Known as 'the new generation of heartfelt literature in Pinghai City' by the current director of the Pinghai County Education Bureau, his articles are not only published in the school, but also frequently published in the county's newspapers.

Qingmo Literature Club focuses on students who love literature, focusing on the literature around them and the literature they have experienced.

Its purpose is to allow more literature lovers to have their own platform, enter literature and art, and better inherit and carry forward Chinese culture.

Qingmo Literature Club is a strange flower that dominates the major high schools, and it is also a feature of the second middle school.

Cheng Keshu curled her lips lightly and said with a smile: "I heard that it is not easy to become a member of the Qingmo Literature Society, Su Can, you can be invited to explain your literary talent." ”

Su Can smiled bitterly and waved his hand.

"Let's go inside, the president and vice president are waiting inside." Su walked in with a small step.

Only then did Su Can find that there was an unlocked lock hanging on the door of the Qingmo Literature Society, and he was a little puzzled.

Su Xiaoxiao explained: "Usually this place is locked and not open, and the place where the school magazine is run is somewhere else, you must know that when I joined the club, I couldn't let the president greet me here, but you have earned a lot of face." ”

Su Can laughed and said, "That's really flattering!" ”

But Cheng Keshu didn't see any flattery in his eyes.

The brown pupils are clear and steady, and the walking steps are unhurried, generous, and extremely elegant.

If ordinary people can be greeted by the president and vice president, they will definitely be excited, or at least apprehensive.

But Su Can's pampered and unfazed appearance immediately made Su Xiaoxiao look at three points in a different light.

If Su Can knew what the two girls were thinking, he would definitely scoff.

Different experiences are destined to be treated with different mentalities, and people who have experienced storms and waves.

How can you show fear because of this little turmoil?