In the middle of summer, the scorching heat tortures the little patience that Kyoto people have left, and in this season when you can bake an egg on the ground, the bustling streets are still bustling with people.

Xiang Qing was wearing a thick doll costume, and at the hurried urging of her colleagues, she stopped the pedestrians who could not tolerate the heat, and forced the leaflets in her hands under their irritated eyes.

"Hey, Xiang Qing, look!"

"Huh?" Following the direction of her colleague's finger, she saw the man on the display screen in the square, who was shining with magnesium lights, and no matter how nice the words were, she couldn't accurately describe the man who had been entangled in her life.

Long time no see, Mo Zixuan.

Year 2006

North, City B

14-year-old Xiang Qing is still a well-behaved girl, and unlike her peers, she is often immersed in the world of one person.

It's not a lonely and arrogant person, nor is it an adolescent self-feeling good, at that time, she seemed to be really, huh...... Not very gregarious.

Standing in front of the big phone booth, at that time, mobile phones were not so common, neatly unplugged the phone card with a small balance, and for a long time, she was silent.

Under the scorching sun, she thought that her calm heart began to be restless again, and her hand, which was not a delicate hand, rubbed the sharp edges on the phone card back and forth, stinging.

Counting, Xiang Qing is not an outstanding beauty, at least, in this elite school, it is like this.

With a pale and sickly face, she is a little weak, but she is 1.7 meters tall and really can't be called a delicate Lin Daiyu.

If anything, it's her century-old empty expression.

It's about like a friend who grew up saying it, Xiang Qing, Xiang Qing, it's a shame that your parents named you Xiang Qing, but you are not sunny at all.

Hearing this, she just smiled and stopped talking.

In her 14 years that can be described as sad but not tragic, she, in the end, has nothing to look forward to.

Because the empty stomach in the morning in order to catch up with class has begun to protest, Xiang Qing looked at the wide cement road where people came and went, counted the tickets in his hand, and thought about what to eat for a while.

After killing the crowd, she bought a box of instant noodles with seafood, looked at the only five cents left in her pocket, swallowed her saliva, and gave up the gluttonous ham sausage.

No way, next time.

comforting herself like this, she was still a little reluctant, and quickly lowered her head and walked towards the door.

She never imagined that she would see him, the man who had spent her best time and occupied her entire youth, under such circumstances.

At that time, there were always some scattered vendors outside the door of the shop, although the school had repeatedly ordered it, but the wildfire could not be burned, and the spring breeze blew and reborn, they, huh...... Still tenacious.

It's just that today, there seems to be something different there.

How to put it, it seems that there are a lot of people.

In the past, well-dressed girls didn't seem to be able to afford such cheap goods, but now, that's often not the case.

Xiang Qing's eyes were already good, but she still couldn't see anything clearly, thinking in her heart, there was something cheap, and the ghost made the god worse, so she walked over.

At a glance for ten thousand years, after the transition at that time, Xiang Qing, who had always thought that there was nothing to make his heart move, deeply believed in this sentence.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of his eyes was not a cheap commodity, but a living person, a ......

She thinks she is good at language, but she is short of words......

Since she was a child, she has won many certificates of merit in language competitions, including first prize and second prize, but now, those golden certificates are in a corner, silently laughing at her.

racked her brains, and a poem of the ancients was reflected in her mind: Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

It's about him, so be it.

To be honest, he's very beautiful.

I probably wouldn't use such a charming word to describe a male voice, but in Xiang Qing's mind, I can only think like this.

She had never seen a boy with such delicate and good-looking facial features, and there was still some half-blood shadow between the outlines.

Of course, I learned later that the man's parents were absolutely pure Chinese, but they didn't know why they gave birth to such a demon that brought disaster to the country and the people.

When she came to her senses again, there was only a contemptuous uncle in front of her, holding the instant noodles in her hand, she returned to the dormitory quietly and as always.

For the first time, in her dream, a good-looking boy appeared.

Just like the first time I saw him, he was handsome and magical.

Later, he learned that the person who didn't seem to look like the world was called: "Mo Zixuan".

In the next few decades, when she leaned on his handsome chest, she would always think unwillingly: these three words have crazy her entire youth.

.......... divider.........

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed, and after the tense final exam, even if Xiang Qing is reluctant, she still has to return to the home where she doesn't feel the slightest warmth.

On the way home, looking out the window at the snow-covered country road, suddenly, she remembered the boy who only had one side.

She had heard a lot of the story of the prince and Cinderella, and she really understood that it was just a fairy tale.

For half a year, it was not that she had no chance to meet that boy, but every time she walked by with her head down.

She understands that one heaven and one earth, they should not have any intersection.

There is no hope, is there no extravagant hope, this is the criterion that Xiang Qing firmly abides by at this time, and then, her psychology of wanting to wrap herself was also quietly broken.

Returning to the empty home, Xiang Qing took the luggage in his hand to his room, and silently packed everything, as he thought, his so-called home, there were no parents.

Grandma eagerly sent the good dishes she was good at to Xiang Qing's room, talking about something, Xiang Qing just listened, and ate the rape in her bowl silently.

She knows that her grandmother and grandfather may be the only people in the world who love her.

During the whole winter vacation, Xiang Qing never went out of the door for half a step, occasionally chatting with her grandmother, or she turned on the TV and watched quietly.

She always likes to devote herself to other people's stories, but she has never had the courage to write her own youth diary.

On the day she left, she saw her father, who she hadn't seen for a long time, who seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his thick palms still had imperceptible scars.

On that day, her father and grandmother hesitantly told her that she would never have a complete home in the future.

Unexpectedly strong, Xiang Qing didn't cry, for a girl of his age, maybe a little indifferent.

Those neighbors will often talk about her, the so-called persuasion and not persuasion, saying, this child is really a white-eyed wolf.

But what do they know?

With a fake unnatural smile on her face, she stubbornly refused her father's send-off and got on the train to the city center alone.

I thought I didn't care, but I found that the slightly old back of my father on the car window deeply pierced my heart.

It turned out that she was not indifferent, but she lacked warmth.

Tears blurred his eyes, and Xiang Qing walked forward mechanically, almost stumbling and slumping on the saddle, holding the sweet potato in his hand that was still slightly warm, bowing his head and crying.

She couldn't see everything around her, but she just let the sadness flow freely, staining the fat school uniform with sky blue checkered.

I don't know how long it took, but she just cried silently until ...... A nice male voice came from my ear.

"You, it's okay!"

When she was immersed in her own sadness, she completely forgot that there should be someone around her, and when she raised her head, she met such a smiling face.

Mo Zixuan, the really good-looking boy, just smiled faintly, and his good-looking thin lips were dyed with a halo because of his smile.

The book says that most men with this kind of lip shape are affectionate, but the man in front of him gives people the feeling of four words.

Like a spring breeze.

Hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, Xiang Qing was very nervous, she was hesitant for a long time, and she didn't know what to say.

She wanted to say, thank you, but why did she say thank you?

Is it because he reminded himself that there was someone next to him, so he shouldn't cry anymore?

After a long silence, when Xiang Qing plucked up the courage to say "it's okay" to him, the good-looking man turned his head and quietly looked out the window.

I guess I can't stand her spitting.

The long, cleanly trimmed fingers scratched the fog-stained car window, and when Xiang Qing was lost, she looked at it weakly, it was some ligature, very sloppy, full of artistic atmosphere, but she couldn't read it.

She has never been a person of much talk, she silently lowered her head, looking at the strange-shaped sweet potato that she had pinched, and felt a little sad in her heart.

Mo Zixuan's short black hair was covered with white headphones, covering his good-looking ears, and his narrow black eyes narrowed lightly, looking out of the window faintly.

The bridge of his nose is very high, and he looks a little like a European and American person, Xiang Qing looked at him, and really wanted to touch it, did he have anything on it.

Just thinking about it, though.

The car arrived at the station quickly, and during this period, Mo Zixuan left her with only a handsome side face, and when she left, she subconsciously gave way and slowly squeezed into the crowd.

Looking at the mutilated thing on the car window, which can be called wild grass, Xiang Qing's heart was violently touched, and he ran forward with his suitcase in a hurry.

She wanted to tell him she was fine.

It's just that......

Finally squeezed out of the crowd, at the bus station in the city center, her hot blood was condensed by the cold wind, and when it came to her mouth, she swallowed it back to her throat.