Text/【@成铭章爱盛秋月】

Not far from home is a wheat field, flat and endless, and the wind will smell of wheat.

Lu Xiaomo ran and jumped there, spending many mornings and dusks. She was so tireless, squandering her equally golden time among the golden plants.

When she was born, the summer flowers were blooming beautifully, one after another, and they were blown by the wind and floated in the air, like the foam splashed by grandma when she washed clothes, so her mother called her Xiaomo.

A long time ago, at the age of about six or seven, she was running endlessly on the ridges in a flower vest.

Jump over puddles of water and smell the wheat that is not yet ripe.

The breeze was blowing, and under the setting sun was her face that was never sad. And he stayed behind her.

Lu Xiaomo's pace stopped abruptly, and she turned to look at the boy behind her, who was one or two years older than her.

- Hey, who are you. What do you follow me for?

- I, my name is Tan Ke.

- I ask you what to do with me?

-What's your name?

- You answer me first!

- My name is Tan Ke......

- Are you an idiot? I ask you what are you doing with me?

- You tell me your name and I'll tell you.

- Well, my name is Lu Xiaomu, what do you say you are doing with me!

- I just want to follow you.

－…… Are you an idiot?

Lu Xiaomo blinked her eyes and asked him seriously. However, before she could hear his answer, she heard her mother call her on the other end, "Little Mo, Little Moo", and she said to him, "I have to go home, don't follow me anymore!" ”

- Can I follow tomorrow?

-Tomorrow? Not either!

- I promise not to trouble you! I promise!

Tan Ke raised four fingers and swore on TV.

- And I'll bring a lot of White Rabbit toffee tomorrow.

Lu Xiaomo tilted her head, looked at the boy with a serious face, and nodded slowly after a long time.

- That, well.

Actually, it's okay to play alone.

After that, Lu Xiaomo ran faster and faster with such a not-so-willing agreement, and slowly disappeared.

Lu Xiaomo, what a strange name. He thought so.

He followed her to the barren grass in the back mountain. There are a lot of messy stone forests and tall grass piles. It's as if you'll get lost as soon as you walk in. Sitting in the stone forest, or lying in the grass, you can directly watch the sunset slowly descending.

He is a kind child, accompanied Lu Xiaomo, and kept seeing himself asleep.

When Lu Xiaomo was running among the tall grasses, she felt that she had the closest distance to the sky, and those wild grasses were of different heights, how she wished that she was a child on stilts, so that she could look down on everything.

Tan Ke followed behind her, calling her name as she was about to leave sight. Jump together in the tall grass without stopping. When they were tired, they fell to the ground together, looking at the crimson color of the sky as far as possible.

Lu Xiaomo has never seriously recorded these days without sorrow, so she grew up in a blink of an eye unconsciously.

And Tan Ke at that time also became what he is now.

The wheat fields in front of the door and the barren grass in the mountains behind, small puddles, or stone forests, and warm smiles under the sunset.

Tan Ke, the former little follower, will still grab her hand and climb the small slope of the back mountain, or watch Lu Xiaomo run like a madman by the wheat field.

Xiaomo, are you tired?

Tan Ke thought this countless times.

Lu Xiaomo, Lu Xiaomo.

She sprinkled all those years on the ridges, so that all the memories of her childhood were wheat fields or tall grasses, dusk, the call of her mother, and a follower Tan Ke.

That's right, there is still a place in my heart for this follower Tan Ke, who didn't want to see him for the first time.

It was long before she had to admit how warm and humid her childhood companion was.

For so many years, Tan Ke has sprinkled his best years on her behind her.

This is like Lu Xiaomo only saw the huge stone in the wheat field a long time later, in an inconspicuous corner, written with black paint: Tan Ke likes Lu Xiaomo.

It wasn't until the ink was almost faded that Lu Xiaomo understood.

Lu Xiaomo, Lu Xiaomo, you are such a fool. She scolded to herself.

Lu Xiaomo asked, Tan Ke, after the harvest season, will those full wheat die?

Tan Ke flipped through the pages of the book without raising his head.

- Even so, I will like you.

Lu Xiaomo turned her head sideways and smiled where Tan Ke couldn't see.

In the dream, she is still jumping among the tall grasses, like the most beautiful dragonfly in the world.

Lu Xiaomo, who was tired of running, lay on the ground, and the startled sparrow flew over his head in a way of escaping. They flew over like time passed by, and Lu Xiaomo couldn't help but tears flowed down her eyes.

She thought she was just a little afraid that these golden years were too bright.

- Tan Ke.

She turned her face to call him.

There was no answer, just a towel handed over, clumsily and carefully wiping the sweat from her forehead.

She looked at the sky and asked him, Tan Ke, will you always follow me?

Turning his face, a drop of sweat slid from his forehead and the bridge of his nose and clicked as it dripped onto the broken grass.

-Momo, I'll always be there.

He reached out and put his arm around her in his arms, and Xiaomo didn't cry.

She pressed against his warm neck, shoulder blades under his coat, and the sound of heavy breathing.

- Stupid, that's sweat.

When it gets dark, the clouds disperse.

Lu Xiaomo showed a carefree smile in Tan Ke's arms as she had been many years ago.

How far away is forever?

No matter how far it goes, you and I will always run on this wheat field, watching the wind blow and let it spread like a golden wave into the distance, right?

Tan Ke.

－END－