Section 1: Graduation Day (Part I)

The memories of the past sealed in the mind are like a mottled old photo album, yellowed, moldy, smelly and even covered with dust, always so tattered and incomplete, so that people who try to recall the past can not see the black and white images at all, only close the album and sigh leisurely, adding a wisp of sadness......

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On the outdoor basketball court on the concrete floor, the lines and frames drawn by the milky white paint have been quietly worn away by the students as they run and play, leaving only a few marks, and the original emerald green paint on the basket support has been crawling with mottled rust since I don't know when.

The limited-budget campus can always combine the three small basketball courts and the surrounding open space into two playgrounds in the north and south when needed, and the junior school buildings in the middle of the school will distinguish the students from the upper and lower grades. In the larger South Campus, the playground cobbled together by two old basketball courts is always filled with the laughter of junior students at the end of class.

At this point in time, the grandparents and grandmothers who live around the school will also move out a small stool and sit in the open space near the school, with a nostalgic smile while picking vegetable leaves, watching the children on the playground play freely.

In the North Campus, the students are those who are in the fifth or sixth grades of the "senior grades", although from the perspective of the length of their lives, they and the "lower grades" students are a group of children who are extremely naïve even if they are teenagers. But the city's unified examination for consecutive years has still added a lot of burden to them, not to mention the end of class, even after school, there will not be many students will stay and play on the playground, even half of Saturday and even Sunday on Saturdays and Sundays have been forcibly requisitioned by parents and teachers to make up classes, and where will there be any time to engage in extracurricular entertainment.

On the left side of the basketball court on the North Campus is an old wall, on which an old portrait is printed, on which the eight characters "education should start from the baby" have long been weathered, but barely can still make out Deng Shizong's encouraging eyes.

On the south side of the wall is a small slope, and when you go up and turn around, there is the teacher's dormitory, and on the north side is a five- or six-year school building consisting of a two-story building and three basements.

Now the time is less than seven o'clock, the sky is already bright, the sun in the east has already risen, Feng Chaochen stood in front of the gate of the school, his legs were slightly apart, his palms were obliquely inserted in the pockets of his school pants, his head was slightly raised, his eyes were looking straight ahead, his eyes were sad and joyful, and he was complicated.

The dilapidated and old school building, the sporadic giggling and slapping students, the white clouds floating in the blue sky, the clear stream flowing in the corner of the wall, etc., all blended together to form the strange but extremely familiar campus in front of him.

Feng Chaochen stood for a long time, and gradually, everything in front of him merged with the images in his memory, no distinction between each other, and they were generally the same.

This made Feng Chaochen can't help but have an unreal and illusory feeling, as if he has become a little elf outside this world, just observing the world with the help of the eyes of this body.

The thoughts in my heart turned a thousand times, and I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, just standing in front of the school gate stupidly.

On the steps in front of the school building stood a tall little girl, carrying a small pink school bag, twisting her hands together, two white and slender calves poking out from under the shorts of the school uniform, kicking the dust on the ground in a bored manner.

Feng Chaochen's pupils shrank slightly, he remembered this girl, what was her name...... I remembered that my name was Xiu Yanjia, and I was a classmate after I was reassigned to the fifth grade of elementary school.

As soon as he turned his head and saw Feng Chaochen standing at the school gate in contemplation, Xiu Yanjia let go of his hands, patted the folds on his clothes, walked over with a smile, and came to Feng Chaochen, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and between his words was the familiar cheerful tone in his memory, but with a hint of melancholy loss: "You, come so early." ”

This delicate-looking, with a few cute little freckles on her face, was still slightly mentioned in Feng Chaochen's memories in the future, not that there was any intersection, but her surprising and regrettable changes.

In the image in Feng Chaochen's mind, he clearly remembered that after going to junior high school, although Xiu Yanjia was in the same middle school as him, he did not continue to be in the same class as him, and they quickly lost contact with each other, but the elementary school classmates in her class mentioned it once, and Feng Chaochen still learned of her unexpected changes. After going to junior high school, Xiu Yanjia surprised everyone who knew her, and was quickly taken by those school bullies who had dealings, and mixed with them all day long, fighting, bullying classmates, as if she had changed a person, and she had no intention of studying seriously at all, and her exam scores were getting worse and worse, plummeting, and compared with the past, she became miserable, and she regressed more than the last time.

And after entering the second year of junior high school, it became even worse, in Feng Chaochen's description, she also openly hugged and hugged the boys in the corner of the school's corridor, and even undressed ** frolicking or something, a set of originally clean and simple school uniforms were painted by her with colored pens and were messy, as for what skips class, everyone falls in love, and does not obey the teacher's orders or something, it is even more like a daily routine. Finally, when entering the third year of junior high school, because the impact was too bad, in order to avoid affecting the promotion rate of other students and the school, he was forcibly ordered to withdraw from school by the director of teaching, and transferred to a newly opened private aristocratic middle school in the city.

Later, Feng Chaochen occasionally remembered this former classmate, and every time, he couldn't help but let out a few sighs, Ah Fei, who had fallen from a high-ranking honor student to a gangster who was disgusted by everyone, might be able to achieve it at the moment when the idea was born, but if the prodigal son turned back and wanted to go back to the past, it would be extremely difficult. The impermanence of life is really unpredictable, up and down, no one knows where they will be in the next moment, what they are doing, what opportunities they can have, what will wait for them will be soaring into the sky, or will they just face a bottomless abyss.

Although fate is something that cannot be seen or touched, it is undeniable that everyone has an inexplicable awe of it, even if it is so ethereal.