(a)

I miss those good days. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At that time, it was still the era of newspapers and radio, television, computers and smartphones had not yet dominated the indoor life of human beings, and we could not cross half the world to fight with the same sex in games and have virtual sex with the opposite sex in videos.

When night falls, we are free.

We can still look into the eyes of the people around us, we can listen to each other's stories wholeheartedly, we can still look at the scenery outside the window for a long time, we can still talk to each other, and we can enjoy the happiness brought by books and letters together.

That's how we spent many nights in Bossan.

Because of the cold weather at night and the limited power supply, it was pitch black outside the base, so after dinner, if there was no group activity arranged, each group would move in their own cabin.

The group led by Wang happened to be all poker fans, so they usually spent long nights in poker battles. Every day at breakfast, they can be heard talking about last night's game, and sometimes one of the losers can be seen walking into the restaurant with some note on his face.

One day, when Director Wang walked into the restaurant while talking to you, I heard everyone laughing. The members of that group are vividly describing the chase in which Coach Wang lost last night and Rippy refused to drill the table.

Director Wang scratched his head in embarrassment.

You look at him with a smile and cough a few times to stop the chatter.

Throughout the meal, the team members were constantly snickering.

Our group doesn't have the same hobbies, so we should spread out our activities in the evenings.

Little Song has recently become obsessed with knitting sweaters and dragged out her ball of yarn in front of the fireplace after dinner.

S and another boy sometimes play checkers together, sometimes they play military chess together.

Sometimes I learn to knit sweaters with Song Liyun, sometimes I watch the boys play chess, and more often I read books or write training diaries.

Actually, these are not the activities I want to do.

All I want in my heart is to be with you, no matter what I do.

But you're often absent at night.

After arriving in Bossan, you are very busy. People from the other school often ask you out to talk, and you often spend time with them.

I sometimes feel like you're deliberately avoiding it at night.

You want to avoid the warm scene in front of the fireplace that night.

You need to stay away from me because of a certain lingering and longing in your heart.

You'd rather be alone somewhere, somewhere colder, darker and think about me.

However, you are always a very responsible person. So, you will also always rush back before the normal bedtime to dutifully check the safety and urge us to go to bed on time.

There have been many times when you have come back with a cold air and night dew, which makes me feel that you are not communicating with the teacher in some wooden house as you said, and you seem to have been walking outside alone for a long time.

In the brief time when you returned to the cabin and we went back to our rooms to sleep, my eyes followed you as I walked around the living room, and I listened to your voice and talk to us, a hazy sense of intimacy haunting me.

You have always felt the tenderness and silent following in my gaze.

You're constantly distracted by that.

You feel the echo of your heart.

There have been times when you have forgotten what you are talking about.

Every day when I say goodbye to you, I always keep my voice very low because I am reluctant to give up. And you always say goodbye to other people and then talk to me at the end.

We looked at each other from a distance at the door of our respective rooms, and then we closed the doors.

After closing the door, I would often stand in the dark for a long time with my back to the door.

I recall every action, every look, every touch, every word you said that day, and my heart is full of thousands of tenderness for you.

Sometimes, I feel your door on the other side of the aisle quietly open again.

I will feel you at the door with a flutter of excitement as you look at my closed door.

Your gaze warms my back through the barrier.

At times like this, I held my breath, my heart pounding, and I didn't dare to move.

I'm afraid that the slightest movement will alarm you.

I just stood motionless, immersed in your gaze from afar, listening to the waves of your heart.

At this time, I always feel that I have been quietly watched by you so quietly from afar a long time ago.

The pain of lovesickness is close at hand.

(b)

One day, it cooled down.

For the first time, the weather in the snowy mountains region shows how unpredictable it is. At noon, the sun is still shining and the weather is warm, and in the evening, the north wind is howling and the ice wind is biting. The air outside became extremely cold, and when I walked back after dinner, not only did I lose the feeling of summer, but I also skipped autumn.

Everyone huddled in the cold wind, and when they got back to their rooms, they all found their thickest sweaters and crowded on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Xiao Song even put on a freshly knitted scarf.

When talking, the exhaled white breath is clearly visible in the room.

When you come out of the room and get ready to go outside, you feel my gaze quickly catch up from behind.

You feel like you're entangled in it.

You resisted powerlessly for a while, and then you were pulled back by my tenderness.

You're wearing a thick sweater, and you pull open the door to see the weather outside.

In the moment of my disappointment, you said at the door, "It's so cold tonight." ”

And then you close the door, you turn around, and you look at me. You give me a tender smile.

I heard you say to me in my heart in this smile, "I'm not going out tonight, I'll be with you tonight." ”

You see a firework rise into the night sky in my mind. It bloomed silently. Its brilliant brilliance shimmered in my eyes.

Your heart is touched.

Then you come over and you take the book in my hand.

When you took it, it was falling to the floor because my soul was not giving up.

You take it without a trace, and then you ask, "What book?" Lend me a moment? ”

I couldn't speak because of the happiness in my heart. I looked at you and nodded distraughtly.

The blissful silence between us was soon shattered. I later thought he was deliberately trying to break it. Because we are all in that warm silence, we can't help ourselves, and we almost forget when and where we are.

S said: "Guide, don't read books, let's do some activities here." ”

(c)

S's words were immediately echoed by the other three. They all said, "yes, yes, the hut over there is so lively every night." ”

Your gaze lingered on me for a long moment, and as you looked at me, you replied apologetically, "Okay, what do you want to do?" ”

Another boy immediately enthusiastically said, "Let's tell a scary ghost story!" This is the most suitable day for talking about this in such a dark and cold weather. ”

Before his words fell, he was immediately opposed by Xiao Song, and S's face also changed under the fire. I saw the corners of his mouth twitch and his lips trembled a little.

You've seen that too.

You say, "No, it's not okay. ”

You say, "The so-called ghosts used to be people like us, they also had relatives, they were not monsters. ”

What is in your words that touches everyone. As a result, the idea was collectively rejected.

Xiao Song said, "Otherwise, let's dance." It's so cold, and it's just warm to dance. ”

Her words were immediately echoed by the two boys.

S recovered from that state, and he shouted exceptionally loudly yes.

He said, "We haven't seen you dancing yet." ”

He instigated: "How about a guide who is welcome to come?" (To be continued.) )