In the southwest area of the campus, there is an English plane tree

Spring and summer wind and rain will make it lose its leaves

Autumn and winter turn it yellow

After meeting you, I used to sit on a bench under the tree

Waiting for the next encounter

- Xu Niansheng

In 2003, when SARS was raging, there was no carnival in the summer of that year, only the smell of disinfectant water permeating the streets and alleys.

By September, the lifeless city had already begun to recover, but the energetic girl had become eclipsed.

Entering the Bailu solar term, the wild geese and swallows fly south to escape the cold, but the campus in the afternoon still looks very stuffy.

After class, a heavy rain swept the land without warning.

The students waited for a while, but the rain showed no sign of stopping, and some students with umbrellas escorted some of the students away.

Si Ying walked up to Niansheng with an umbrella, and she asked, "Niansheng, did you bring an umbrella?" Do you want to go together? ”

Niansheng saw that Liu Min was still standing under the umbrella, so he said to them: "You guys go first, I'll stay and read for a while, and then leave when the rain stops." ”

A small umbrella to cover three people can't withstand this heavy rain. In any drama, whether it is love or friendship, there will always be personal sacrifices for the three of them.

Of course, this is not a sacrifice, but Niansheng is not used to being too close to the people of this city.

Si Ying is Niansheng's tablemate, although it has been a few days since school started, Niansheng and she are not very familiar.

Most of the students in the class came straight up from junior high school, and during recess, the girls around me always had endless topics to talk about, from celebrity gossip to fashion brands, and then the boys in the next class.

Every now and then, Nian Sheng is greedily looking at his extracurricular books, and occasionally, he just sits quietly in a chair and listens to their conversation.

Sometimes for lunch, they would discuss whether to eat McDonald's or KFC, and Niansheng's village and town did not have these chain restaurants, and she had heard the name and knew that it sold burgers, but she didn't know what varieties they were.

When they exchanged which burger was good, she could only bow her head and be silent; When the classmates talked about which country to go to during the holidays, she couldn't interject.

I still remember that in the past, in the school in the town, after class, Niansheng's desk would often be surrounded by a circle of people, there were classmates with the same excellent grades to discuss problems with her, there were male classmates who refused to admit defeat asked her to challenge chess, and there were also female classmates who played well and asked her to go to the toilet together.

Nowadays, things are not people, different stories, similar joys, sorrows and sorrows are interpreted in different places and different people.

No one cares what the girl from town has lost by never having the life they are accustomed to.

The world is so big, and the individual is so small.

Nian Sheng turned back to the classroom on the second floor and read the book for a while.

When the clock hanging on the blackboard showed 6 o'clock, it was still drizzling outside the window, and the trees that had grown to the second floor were like taking a bath, full of greenery, and the air was much fresher than before.

Nian Sheng packed up his textbooks and walked out of the classroom door, at the corner of the stairs, a thin boy stood there with his left hand in his trouser pocket and his right hand sticking out of the balcony in the rain.

A dark blue umbrella, leaning against the wall, rests at his feet.

His hands were white and slender, and his whole person felt very much like the boy, the boy who would never grow up in the memories of his life.

The campus radio is still playing Leslie Cheung's "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter", and his voice is low: "Autumn should be very good, if you are still there." Even if the autumn breeze is cool, it is beautiful. In the late autumn, you fill my dreams, like a falling leaf knocking on my window......"

The encounter with that boy has to start from three years ago.

That year, Nian Sheng had just arrived in the town for the first year of junior high school and was 12 years old. And he was already a 16-year-old boy.

The new middle school requires every student to have short hair, and female students are no exception. This means that Nian Sheng must cut off the long hair that reaches almost to the waist.

That afternoon, as the sun set over the school gates, Nian Sheng, with his long beautiful hair, stepped into a barber room on the left-hand side of the school for the first time.

Nian Sheng will always remember the first scene when he stepped into the barber shop, the boy shrouded in light and shadow, sitting lazily on the sofa against the wall, stroking the cat lying on his lap with his white hands.

And a big sister standing at the counter was looking at him and the little black cat with soft eyes.

When Niansheng fell into a trance, the big sister came back to her senses and said to Niansheng, "Welcome!"

"Oh, hello! I want to get a short ear-length haircut. ”

The eldest sister smiled at Niansheng and shouted to the boy on the sofa: "Xi Xuan, come to the guest!" ”

A hint of suspicion flashed on the boy's face, and he quickly stood up expressionlessly.

Nian Sheng was arranged to sit on a chair, staring at the mirror in front of him, in the mirror, there was a handsome face, but those cold and deep eyes actually made Nian Sheng's heart skip half a beat, and he lowered his head in a panic and played with his fingers.

Niansheng loved to read Jin Yong's books when he was a child, and felt that the man behind him was like Yang Guo described by Jin Yong, with a long body and beautiful eyebrows.

"Keep your head high." A voice without the slightest emotion suddenly came from overhead.

"Oh, oh" Niansheng raised his head in embarrassment, his eyes fixed on his face.

The boy's hand inadvertently touched Niansheng's skin, and his hand was so cold.

I don't know if it's because time flies too slowly, or if he cut it too long, Niansheng closed his eyes after looking at his face.

It was a long time before his voice was heard.

"I'm done." Nian Sheng was surprised that his words were actually smiling, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

When Nian Sheng opened her eyes, she really didn't know that any barber could cut her hair like this with a short haircut, extremely ugly, like being rubbed by a dog.

Then Niansheng cried and mourned, listening to the big sister's sincere apology.

"I'm really embarrassed, little girl, this is the first time he's helped someone else get a haircut, this time we won't charge you money, please forgive us, okay?"

Nian Sheng glanced at him who was standing aside and picked up the cat, and wondered what the relationship between them was.

"Oh, that's okay." Nian Sheng smiled at her. Anyway, the hair will still grow, yes, the hair will still grow, Niansheng comforted himself over and over again.

It's probably because of the lust that Lingzhi is faint, and Nian Sheng will forgive his 'masterpiece'.

Only the bloody scenery outside the door can describe her tragic mood at this moment.

Later, every time Niansheng went to get a haircut, Xi Xuan stood at the cash register with a lazy look, and the little black cat was lying on the counter.

And the eldest sister Xi Ning will personally give her a haircut, and the effect of the cut is very different from the first time.

"Nian grows so cute, is there anyone chasing him at school?" When Xi Ning laughs or not, he gives people a charming feeling.

"No, I don't." Nian Sheng played with the strands of hair that fell on his hands.

"Your sister Xining, when I was your age, I was chased by a large truckload of people." Xi Ning suddenly sighed softly, "That was 14 years ago, and the years are really unforgiving." ”

"Grandma Xining, are you nostalgic for your youth?" Xi Xuan came out unhurriedly with a sentence, which made Xi Ning and Nian Sheng laugh without a sigh.

Adolescence is a short-lived dream, and when you wake up, it's long gone.

"Hey, what are you staring at me! Want an umbrella? The boy looked serious and clenched the dark blue umbrella at his feet.

Nian Sheng smiled at him, turned around and went down the stairs, and quickly ran in the direction of home, the drizzle caressing his cheeks, full of coolness but sobering.

Since coming to City B, she seems to be stuck in memories a lot.

Perhaps, she is warming herself with the past. When a person is in the prime of life, he misses the old times more than looking forward to the future, whether he should be happy or sad.

When he returned home, Lin Zisheng had already prepared dinner, Song Yishu had been doing business in the sea in the past few years, and his business was getting bigger and bigger, and he rarely came back to eat at night.

Lin Zisheng looked at the wet Niansheng and said in surprise: "Guan'er said, I saw you bring an umbrella to school in the morning!" Why are you still drenched like this? Hurry to your room and change into dry clothes. ”

At this time, Song Zeguan came out of the room and said with a little surprise: "Oops, am I wrong?" I thought what my sister put in her bag in the morning was an umbrella! ”

"Yes, sister, you read it wrong." The corners of Niansheng's mouth rose.

"Stop talking, hurry up and change your clothes, I'll catch a cold later." Lin Zisheng urged.

At the dinner table, Lin Zisheng suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, "Niansheng, why don't I buy you a mobile phone." In this way, it is easy to contact anything at school. ”

"Mom, why don't you give my mobile phone to my sister, I have something to do at school, I can borrow Danling Jiani's and them." Song Zeguan's reaction speed seems to be very fast, and she can always pick up what the adults say.

Lin Zisheng looked at her dotingly and said, "Guan'er, you are the most well-behaved." Speaking of which, your phone is also a bit old, why don't you ask your dad to buy you all new ones, okay? ”

"I don't. Next time I'll remember to put my umbrella in my bag. Because he still had rice in his mouth, Nian Sheng smiled a little awkwardly.

Song Zeguan glanced at Niansheng, lowered his head and took a bite of rice, and shouted, "After eating, I will go to Brother Zexi's house to play." ”

If you are not mistaken, Lin Zisheng actually looked hesitant, as if he weighed for a while and said: "When Dad comes back one day, we will go over together." ”

After dinner, Nian Sheng returned to his room, and the sound of a piano came from outside the door.

Every day at home, Lin Zisheng has to accompany Zeguan to practice playing the piano for 2 hours. On weekends, the two of them took a 3-stop bus to the Children's Palace to participate in various training classes, calligraphy, performance, and dancing.

Lin Zisheng said that parents are the starting line of children, family education is particularly important, and children's success is inseparable from the patience, companionship and persistence of parents.

This point of view coincides with one of the few times that Nian Sheng and Lin Zisheng coincide.