The bell rang in a flat tone, and school was over.

Lin Rongdong said goodbye to He Hongwei and walked on the road alone. He didn't hold back, but stopped. Unfold the note tightly held in the palm of your hand.

The palms of young men are always warm. The sweat of the palms with the body temperature soaked the note. The handwriting of the black carbon pen is threatened by sweat and spreads along the lines of the straw paper.

"Come before five."

These five words, in Lin Rendong's view. Because of the sweat, it is much thicker than when it first looked, and maybe a little darker. Of course, this could be his psychological effect. After all, these five words are unusually thick in his heart at the moment.

Don't look at him as extremely calm, in fact, how can there be. At the end of the day, he's just a junior high school student. It's already remarkable to be able to pretend to be a little "city house" in front of people.

This is the northeast, and although it is already autumn in September, the leaves are starting to turn yellow. But the weather at four o'clock was not cold. Maybe it's because of the autumn tiger, wearing a school uniform top and a short sleeve inside it is still a little hot.

Of course, it could also be a hot heart.

A breeze blew, and the branches of street trees, which had been there for decades on the side of the road, swayed. Make a "rustling" sound. Some are like the sound of turning the pages of a book.

Lin Rongdong was quite familiar with the voice. Chen Ai, his new tablemate this semester, will turn the pages of the book several times a day in a slow and orderly manner.

Flustered.

Nervous!

Lin Honeysuckle, the little boy's heart, was not calmed down by the gentle hand. He was flustered and confused.

Suddenly. He ran up and ran all the way home.

He bent over and gasped, unzipped his clothes, and removed the key that hung around his neck. Open the door and close it.

His father and mother hadn't gotten off work yet, and it seemed that there was no one at home across the door. The adults haven't gotten off work yet, and the kids should be going to cram school.

Otherwise, Lin Rongdong's ears will definitely linger with the words of the little girl from the other family. Her ears seemed to be as smart as a cat, and she could distinguish Lin Honeysuckle from the footsteps going upstairs.

When you close the door, you seem to be cut off from the outside world. However, the pale green leather refrigerator next to the kitchen in the house. Make an annoying buzzing sound.

Because of this noise, the room is not quiet.

Lin Honeysuckle hung his schoolbag high. Then, once again, he unfolded the somewhat distorted note in his hand, which had been ravaged by him. He looked up and looked at the clock hanging in the center of the living room.

Four forty-five.

He glanced at the road map again, and now that he went out, he was expected to catch up. He touched his trouser pocket, and there were still a few yuan of pocket money, enough to take the bus.

He opened the door and ran out.

Chen Ai's desk is large and dark, like some kind of solid wood texture. She sits in a chair with a straight back to be able to write in a normal position.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze away from her textbook, and her eyes fell on the clock on the other side of the table.

Four forty-five.

She looked up at the window. The window of the study is facing the street leading to the outside. In fact, there is only one way to get in.

Her right hand, subconsciously in the homework book. Clockwise, a meaningless half-arc is drawn. Fortunately, she used a pencil, and she could erase it with an eraser.

Otherwise, after writing half of the homework, it will be because of these unconscious graffiti. It became a scrap and needed to be torn off and rewritten.

Her mood was very tangled, very tangled. Tangled like a Chinese knot.

Seeing through other people's little secrets and exposing them can indeed bring happiness. But with it comes distress.

She was annoyed by her actions, why should she be impulsive. Write that note.

Drew a map and told him to come by five o'clock.

There are so many bad people in society now. Although he was at the same table, Lin Rongdong was the same age as himself, and he was also a student.

However, he has such strange fetishes. What if he's a bad guy.

Dad doesn't get off work until six o'clock today.

In case he came at five o'clock and entered the room. Lonely men and widows are in the same room, and he only wants to do what he wants. When the time came, he struggled to resist and began to half-push and half-obey.

it!

Chen: Love what are you thinking? Chen Ai put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his face with both hands. The face, which was originally in good color, was kneaded into various shapes like plasticine.

Smack!

She slapped it twice, and her face returned to its original form.

Forty-fifty.

She looked at her watch again.

Time flies slowly, and her mental activity is fast. She felt tormented.

He's not coming.

Chen Ai looked at the second hand of the clock and carefully counted every movement of the second hand. The second hand has moved 360 degrees and returned to its original point.

"Click" represents the moment of the fan blades flipped downward, recording the past minute.

To be honest, there are a lot of "novelties" in her house, this mechanical flipping clock. Perhaps the oldest of these "novelties".

It seems that it was built by my father. The leather is very solid, except for Chen Ai when he was a child, he once threw it on the ground and broke it. It seems that there has been no more strike.

Four fifty-one.

Lin Rongdong had just gotten on the bus.

I don't know what's going on today, it's rush hour? The bus was crowded with a lot of people. To use the cliché metaphor, it's like a can of sardines.

Lin Honeysuckle has really eaten sardines, but he doesn't like to eat them. Because he didn't think it tasted good.

It's crowded and crowded. No matter what season it is, it will make people feel hot.

What's more, Lin Honeysuckle, who is now hot.

The young man's skin is fine and has not been bothered by pimples or anything like that. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and nose.

He looked down at the electronic watch on his wrist.

The clock is ticking. His heart hung in the air, unsure if he would be able to reach Chen Ai's house before five o'clock.

Since the elementary school teacher, the spring rain is as expensive as oil, and time is money. For the first time, he experienced what it means to race against time.

Although, he didn't know why he wanted to listen to Chen Ai's words. Get there by five o'clock.

But the thrill of this race against time. It made him feel excited.

Even, the facial features are clear and the thinking is quick. In a very excited state.

There were a lot of people on the bus, and the speed was not very fast.

The rest of his life is relatively short.

Although, he stood in the aisle in the middle of the bus. With the crowd, in the rhythm of every stop and start, it swayed back and forth.

However, his gaze can still penetrate the space under the armpit of an adult. See the view outside.

People who love autumn are people who have deep feelings.

People who hate autumn are sanitation workers on the streets.

Lin Honeysuckle saw that the sanitation worker in an orange vest was holding a big broom. Roll up fallen leaves on the ground and sweep them into garbage bags.

Lin Honeysuckle looked at these leaves and remembered all kinds of autumn leaves that he had picked up.

At that time, the weather was probably about the same as it is now. Not too cold, not very warm.

At that time, the city was not that big.

His home is still in the bungalow.

has its own yard, and there is a mound of sand in the yard. At dusk in summer, there are still many friends who come here to play with marbles.

There were boys and girls, and they played until they couldn't see clearly, the sky was full of stars, and the sound of frogs in the ditch sounded.

At that time, he was still wild.

In the autumn of that year, one day after school, I went to the mountains with Han Lu to pick up leaves.

In fact, he couldn't remember what trees were on that hill and what leaves they picked up. Like many good memories, only a general outline is remembered, and the details are more made up by the brain when recalling.

He still remembers when he moved after graduating from elementary school. He found the book with the leaves in it as a bookmark.

The moment he carefully took out the leaves. But to his dismay, no matter how careful he was, simply the leaf specimens. It's still broken.

The pieces can't be put together.

After a trance. The sound of the station name was heard in his ears.

It's time to stop.

He squeezed out of the car and glanced at his watch.

Four fifty-seven.

He ran.

Is it true that the boy is running like the wind? Nobody knows.

Chen Ai spent another feather.

Turn the pages of the clock, page by page.

Time seems to fly by.

Girls are creatures that are hard to understand.

This creature may think that time flies too slowly one moment, and that time flies too quickly the next.

The boy is like the wind. In her field of vision, there was no shadow.

He's not coming.

Chen Ai shook his head with a smile and bit his lip lightly. Pick up the eraser. I wiped the graffiti off the textbook cleanly, and I couldn't see any traces of it. before I started to write my homework.

Junior high school math problems, as long as she wants to do. It's still not difficult.

Copy down the questions one by one, and then write down the answer steps neatly.

Her mind calmed down, and she didn't use straw paper to calculate, but wrote these topics in a clear and meticulous manner.

It's as if he has forgotten everything about Lin Honeysuckle's coming.

Lin Honeysuckle, who is like the wind, is actually just a little boy who is not good at sports.

Perhaps, girls like the appearance of boys sweating on the stadium. However, there are some things that cannot be forced.

Lin Honeysuckle is now running around for some kind of obsession.

My lungs hurt and I breathed like bellows.

However, he still did not give up. Every second counts.

As he ran, he occasionally glanced at the watch on his arm. Look at the numbers that keep jumping on it.

Advance! Advance!

A hymn to loyalty. Persistence is victory.

Lin Honeysuckle's mind came up with the map drawn by Chen Ai. He's on the map, the last and only path.

Chen Ai is doing his homework in the heart of Fuzhi. It's smooth and refreshing.

It turns out that there is joy in learning. She thought to herself. This little girl, unbeknownst to her, is just a small means for her to escape from reality.

Small pains are certainly happy compared to big pains.

Four fifty-nine.

Lin Honeysuckle found the house number.

Three, two, one.

Lin Rongdong rang the doorbell.

Chen Ai raised her head in surprise.

She saw that the second hand of the mechanical page-turning clock was pointing exactly to zero, and the page was falling.

Lin Honeysuckle is here!