Seventeen-year-old Lu Buli has just broken up in the past few days.

Lu Buli, who had just broken up, met nineteen-year-old Song Jiguang, and this Song Jiguang can be described as pervasive, oh no, respect Mr. Song, Lu Buli plans to describe him as a ghost.

When Lu Buli was very young, he was often alone, eating alone, doing homework alone, and playing alone.

Later, she met several friends, some of whom taught her to be independent, and some of whom taught her to betray.

The current one, named Pan Yao, is a little fat girl, and she is very rich with glasses.

Lu Buli has a mother who loves her very much, and she puts the food in a thermos box every day and brings it to Lu Buli to eat, but Pan Yao's mother is very busy, and she is not at home for two days out of three days, and Pan Yao basically eats a flavor of Malatang every day.

On this day, the two of them still didn't eat together, and there was only one person left in the entire classroom.

While eating the food in the box, she opened the magazine on the side and read it intently.

Lu Buli is good at this, no matter how big something happens, as long as she is given a novel, she can immediately calm down, so no one can understand Lu Buli's obsession with novels, in her words: You know what, that is my salvation.

When Song Jiguang walked in, he saw Lu Buli holding a small white steel spoon in his right hand, looking at a magazine attentively and motionless, which Song Jiguang was most familiar with.

Although the twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli rarely reads novels anymore, because she feels that it is difficult for her to find nourishment in those words, the famous books make her often see tears and read them over and over again.

Twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli is like this when he reads, as if he has forgotten all sadness, gentle and quiet.

"Never leave."

Lu Buli turned around, and she saw Song Jiguang coming over and naturally sat beside her.

He carried a box of his own meals and placed them lightly on the table to her left, as if he had been a friend for many years.

She looked back at the playground and then at Song Jiguang: "Eh, no, why did you come in?" ”

Song Jiguang pointed to the school uniform on his body and smiled: "A beautiful teacher lent it to me." ”

When Lu Buli lamented that this man had brought disaster to the country and the people, Song Jiguang suddenly pulled over a box of untouched oyster mushrooms in her lunch box, and then took out chopsticks to pick the coriander in it little by little.

"How do you know I don't eat cilantro?" Lu Buli frowned as he looked at the skillful technique.

Song Jiguang smiled slightly and teased: "Well, probably we have a soul." ”

She put away the novel and concentrated on eating, he patiently picked out her coriander, she sighed that this person was so soft with warm company, he thought to himself that her mother was so careless and forgot that she didn't eat coriander.

The sun hit Song Jiguang's face, the high bridge of his nose, and his deep eye sockets, as if he was ......

"It's like the last aurora in my life."

Song Jiguang's hand picking vegetables suddenly stopped, as if he had been hit by something all of a sudden, and looked at Lu Buli in a daze: "You ...... Say it again. ”

He put his arm around her shoulder, and he said, "Don't leave, good, you say it again." ”

Lu Buli didn't speak, she felt that at this moment, this boy seemed to be a dream, gentle and unreal, and it would break when she touched it, so she didn't dare to move, so she straightened up and let him hold it, but she didn't say a word.

Song Jiguang felt the stiffness of the person in his arms, and gently let go of his hand, he seemed to be scared of her.

"I'm sorry."

After he apologized, he put the box of oyster mushrooms in front of Lu Buli, there was no trace of green in the box, and he smiled so lowly, and his slender hands were shaking in front of Lu Buli's eyes.

"Your hands are so good-looking, good for playing the piano." As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, short and small, and looked at Song Jiguang again, only to see him flex and stretch his fingers, and then said with interest: "Well, he is still suitable for many things, such as you." ”

Lu Buli's face turned red, and then he reflexively kicked Song Jiguang out.

Seventeen-year-old Lu Buli is full of fireworks, not as gentle as a twenty-five-year-old but much more lively.

For example, Lu Buli will ask: "Song Jiguang, do you have a dream?" For example, Lu Buli will say: "Song Jiguang, has anyone said that you are very handsome." But twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli never will, she is always so indifferent, and she smiles at everything.

Twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli said: This world is so indifferent, then I will forgive it with my heart, at least so that I will not be assimilated.

But now, all the words related to the age of seventeen are the most unfamiliar to Song Jiguang, especially those loneliness and stubbornness, which make Song Jiguang afraid and unfamiliar.

After eating a lunch, the two of them had their own thoughts, Lu Buli looked at the two empty lunch boxes and began to drive Song Jiguang away, Song Jiguang smiled faintly and left.

She leaned against the window and watched him walk through the long playground, out of the school gate, into the side street behind the school, and finally disappear around the corner as if he had never been.

"It's like the last aurora in my life."

Lu Buli blurted out blankly and lightly.