Early in the morning, Lin Feng was ready to go to school.

The fog was a bit heavy in the early morning.

After walking a few steps, I saw the mother of the rain. "Hello Auntie!'' l Lin Feng replied politely.

''Hmph, Lin Feng. She's gone in the rain, and don't look for her in the future, if you don't bother us, we're still annoyed! Zheng Xiangxin said coldly.

Lin Feng replied with an "um". And then it was gone.

"Hmph, bad luck, that's bad luck." Zheng Xiangxin scolded.

Winter never seems to pass.

When he speaks, his face is still covered with a white mist.

What kind of time is it for the maple trees on the campus, the leaves on which have long been weathered into dry specimens,

"After class, many people are doing radio gymnastics below, and there are also many people pretending to be sick. Inlaid in such a youthful age. The afternoon sun slanted into the classroom, and this class was a history class, and the teacher on the podium kept talking. From the Sui and Tang dynasties to the War of Resistance Against Japan, Lin Feng and Luo Yu listened carefully, but they always felt that the history class had a feeling of always crossing over.

When it rains and reports homework in the office, school is already out.'" The original trees and Lin Feng waited downstairs for the rain as usual. The crowd rushed out of the school building, and the crimson sunset reflected on the walls of the school building, and the red was painful.

If you look back at that day many years later. It must feel sad.

In the evening when the winter sun is in its last rays, the surrounding area is covered in gray dust.

A boy and a girl, standing at the gray school gate in the twilight, the three of them, intertwined with each other's various gazes.

Sad. Heart-wrenching. Pity. Sympathetic. Loved.

It was as if dyes of various colors were poured into the air, stirred, and finally turned into a pitch-black and chaotic patch. In the unnamed space, frying and boiling, steaming out strong water vapor, covering every window of youth with a hazy feeling like frosting.

But the colors are swallowed up by the heavy winter, or some kind of mood in the winter. Only black, or white, or various grays after the superposition of black and white, are rubbed on the paper.

It's like a black-and-white photo that is framed, and no matter how bright the person in the photo is smiling, you will definitely see the feeling of sadness.

It was as if the shutter was pressed by a pair of invisible hands, and there was a click.

After many, many years -

Floating heavily in the eye sockets is the area of the memory that is like a sharp thorn that dare not be touched.

When the rain fell, the three of them packed their backpacks and left the school. After walking for a while, I arrived at the door of Yuan Shu's house, and Yuan Shu's mother was waiting for Yuan Shu outside the door.

"Hello Auntie," Lin Feng and Luo Yu replied.

"Well, you're back with the original tree."

Hara Shu said, "Well, Mom, we'll come back together." "Hey, Lin Feng, there's something I want to tell you." Harashu's mother said. "What's the matter? Auntie".

"Give—"

"A letter?" Yuan Shu opened it suspiciously and looked at it.

This was brought by Harazuki's father last month, and he saw where your mother lived, and this is the address your mother left behind. Yuan Shu's mother said.

"Thank you, Auntie"

"Also, you must put this money away, don't let your dead ghost father know," Aunt Yuan said.

"Well, Auntie, we'll go home first," Lin Feng said, putting away the letter.

''Well, well, go back and relax.'' Aunt Yuan said.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the cold Lin Feng was out of breath, and now it should be, happy, sad, Lin Feng's heart was like a boiled noodle.

It's like lying quietly on the ground. Lie quietly on the glittering glass residue on the floor.

I didn't feel any pain.

I didn't feel disappointed either.

It's just like a bomb is planted in my body, I don't know when it will explode, and I don't dare to dismantle it easily. Staying like this numbs me in my heart.

The physical sensation of the human body is always long after the spiritual sensation comes, and it is long overdue.

It's like the relationship between light and sound. I must have seen a sudden flash of light in the sky early, and then after a few seconds of silence, there was a loud thunder that suddenly exploded in my ears.

In the same way, physical sensations never come as quickly as mental sensations. And violently.

It must have pierced my heart deeply, and then there were tears pouring out of my mouth and choking.

It must have been brutally paralyzed in the heart, and then there was a breath of heartache that plugged the nasal cavity.

Luo Yu asked, "Lin Feng, what are you going to do?"

"I'll look for her tomorrow, even at the ends of the earth." Lin Feng said affirmatively. "Then I'll go with you," Luo Yu said. "No, I'll go!" Lin Feng refused the rain. He didn't want anything to happen to the rain. Who knew that the rain would suddenly be heavy and hugged behind; Said "Lin Feng, be careful." Come back soon! ‘'

"Well, okay, let's go back to the rain."

"Hmm" and then ran back home without looking back, she didn't want Lin Feng to see her crying, and she didn't want Lin Feng to worry about herself! Lin Feng looked at the falling rain that disappeared into the night, and then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

When Luo Yu ran home, Zheng Xiangxin was scared, "Girl, why are you crying, which bastard with no long eyes did it?" "Is it Lin Feng who did it, I'll go to his house now, I'm going to see what Lin Luoming said this time?" Zheng Xiang said angrily.

"No, it's okay," Luo Yu said.

Zheng Xiangxin asked angrily, "It's okay, it's okay, what are you doing with tears."

"My eyes are in the sand," said Falling Rain. "Hey, girl, your mother worries about you every day, you know no." Zheng Xiangxin said.

"Alright, alright, I'm going upstairs."

Zheng Xiangxin shouted below, "Hey, you haven't eaten yet."

"Don't eat it," Falling Rain responded

“。

Eventually, it was all quiet again. Luo Yu leaned in front of the window and quietly looked at Lin Feng's house. The black night decorates this place, eerie and deserted.

A habit that can't be let go; It hurt for a long time, and it became a scar;

After hating for a long time, it has become a burden.

Although, we don't know, this blandness is still not so exciting.

Just wait, whether time dilutes everything or not; The heart, however, beats in its original place, in a stubborn way, at a speed