Xiang Chen rarely appears in public again, and like all senior high school students, he is ready to shoot and finally accumulate strength.

Time flies, time flies, and soon the annual college entrance examination is coming.

In the days of the college entrance examination, the weather was very hot, and I stayed at home all the time uneasy, and even the air conditioning could not relieve my anxiety.

Finally, I called Li Na to go out and sit together, ordered a glass of chilled lemon juice, and sat in someone's store looking at the road and chatting.

Li Na couldn't stand my state anymore, and said to me: "What do you have to worry about, you must know that he is Xiang Chen, the first Xiang Chen!" He had never played out of order. After thinking about it, I couldn't help but be mean to me, "I said in the summer, if I were you, I would go to Shangzhuxiang and pray that he would pass the exam, if he played normally, then you wouldn't be able to catch up with the rocket in your life." ”

I ignored her, and I didn't want to pay attention to her.

Besides, she was right.

Thinking of my fifteenth place in my class in the last exam, I can only feel sad.

But what unsettled me at the moment was not because I was worried about Xiang Chen's exam, but because I realized that we were about to separate.

Maybe we haven't been together, maybe we haven't talked much, maybe he doesn't remember me much, but at least we are on the same campus, and occasionally I can see him lying alone on the balcony in a daze from the back window of the class, let me know that he is there, he has been not far away, smiling, messing with his classmates, sighing, taking exams, resting.

And before long, the school was about to be without his presence.

He will soar like a bird out of its cage in the vast blue sky. It will also be like a drop of clean water, running towards the sea of Haohan.

Disappeared from my sight ever since.

I will no longer be able to catch his figure with my eyes, follow his voice with my ears, this familiar campus, without him, is still crowded, but I feel extremely lonely.

When the gardenias bloom next year, there will not be a young man named Xiang Chen, who has smelled the same flowers and seen the same clouds as me.

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

On the evening of the last class, a big event happened in the school.

All the students in the third year of high school rioted.

Saying that it was a riot was actually a kind of relief catharsis, and it was the first time I had witnessed this scene, and it was really hard to understand their behavior.

I heard Li Na say that all previous high school juniors will have such a process after the exam, but this year is especially crazy.

Snowflakes like shredded textbooks, test papers, and homework were scattered from the sky, non-stop, uninterrupted, bigger and bigger.

The entire senior high school building was full of excited faces and hoarse roars.

I can't tell whether it is happy or sad, whether it is the expectation of the future, or the farewell to the past.

The ** part of the whole carnival lasted for about half an hour, and there was no teacher to stop it.

It was the most distressing "snow" I have ever seen.

The large grass and road under the teaching building gradually turned snow-white, although according to Li Na, these are books that carry the pain and depression of the youth of the senior high school students in the past few years, and at this moment they are saying goodbye to them in a quiet and broken attitude.

It was as if I really heard the silent cry: Goodbye, youth! Goodbye, old times!

Infected by the sad atmosphere, many of the younger students also cried, and I was caught in the middle of it, but I put tears in my heart.

At eight o'clock in the evening, most of the students in the third year of high school went to the school arm in hand without getting drunk and returning, under the starlight of the sky, the hustle and bustle of the school finally quieted down slowly, leaving only some small voices, and a lonely bright moon overhead.

I saw some non-high school students crouching under the senior school building looking for something.

Li Na was also the most troublesome one just now, and now she regrets it now.

"I was so excited that I forgot that I hadn't graduated yet, so I threw away my language books." She thumped her chest.

I couldn't help but laugh and sighed that Li Na is really the legendary living treasure! So he held hands and helped her go downstairs to find the book.

When I arrived downstairs in the teaching building of the third year of high school, I realized what a stupid thing Li Na had done.

Li Na opened her mouth and looked at the overwhelming pieces of paper and broken books, and couldn't help but say a dirty word: "Ouch,! ”

We're looking for it.

Fortunately, Li Na was thrown down from the back window of the class, and some areas could be directly excluded, so I squatted in that area to find it, while Li Na looked for it outside that area.

Half an hour passed, and I still hadn't found Li Na's so-called Chinese textbook.

"Hey! Summer summer, you see, you see! I was really startled by her excited call, and I turned my head to see her raising her hand and waving a book, "Found it?" I asked her excitedly, Li Na ran to my side excitedly, and handed me the textbook in her hand, "Call to see" Li Na instigated, I looked at Li Na suspiciously, Mu Na opened the book, and the first page of the book thought of the name that made me blush and heartbeat - Xiang Chen.

His handwriting is not as delicate as his own, but has the fortitude and toughness of the back of the paper.

His name.

His book.

Because I was so excited, I always felt that I couldn't hold back my tears.

"Look, look, I know you'll be happy, but I'm sad, I haven't seen my Chinese textbook after looking for so long."

I couldn't help but hug Li Na and "poof~" on her cheek, Li Na pushed me away in disgust, and continued to squat on the ground looking for her lost book.

There weren't a few people left.

Li Na ran behind me and sat down, muttering to herself, "Ouch my flowers, ouch my big flowers!" "Her red-skinned textbook with goose-yellow sunflowers looks very eye-catching, and it is possible that someone picked it up first, or she may have thrown it on a tree with too much force...

I put in front of her three Chinese textbooks that I had carefully selected that looked good and were in good condition.

"Pick one, girl."

She pinched her orchid fingers in disgust and flipped through them.

"Look at this one, there is not a word, there is not even a name, go back and wrap a new red book cover, I will draw you a new sunflower, just like your previous one." I comforted her.

She eventually came to terms with this tragic reality.

Many days later, she would be angry just by seeing the Chinese textbook with sunflowers painted in red cover.

"I always feel different from what I used to be," she said.

I couldn't understand how she was feeling at the time.

It wasn't until I remembered this paragraph many years later that I realized that things in the world were never exactly the same.

Even if it is a leaf growing on the same tree, this one and that one are the same to the naked eye, but their lines are different. Everything in the world has preconceived ideas, and they are different because of the different times they pick them up.

However, where the difference is, only you know it in your own heart.

The young man named Xiang Chen, he also happened to appear in my cleanest years, for me, no matter how good I met someone in this life, I couldn't resist his gentle smile after all.