Text/@盛秋冄

It was all dark, except for the light of the computer screen.

The rotor was tapping the keyboard quickly and expressionlessly, the surroundings were so quiet that people were panicking, and the voices that kept shouting in their ears changed one by one, as if they were coming from a far away, but they were in their ears. She twisted her neck and shook her head, trying to chase the voices away. But the more deliberate, the more rapidly the sound changes. The memories and the people she thought she had forgotten, they all called her name one by one, one by one, and they were mixed together, and they almost drove her crazy.

Drop the mouse and reach out to turn on the lamp. There was a white light in his eyes. He closed his eyes, covered his ears in irritability, leaned back, and let himself fall to the bed.

The sound in my ears suddenly seemed to have become a single loop, repeating one voice over and over again. It was a teenager's voice, with a little uneasiness, shouting the name of the spinner, one by one, tirelessly.

Before the age of sixteen, Rotor never imagined that he would fall in love with someone.

The midsummer sun is unusually hot, and when exposed to the sun, it seems that you can smell the burning skin. Fortunately, there is still shade from the trees, and when the sunlight shines through the dense and dense foliage on the ground, only the dappled and swaying light and shadow remain.

I carefully picked a place with shade, and finally came to the teaching building safely.

The floor was very high, and the spinner looked up, only to be obstructed by the glare of the sun.

Smile with relief.

With curiosity, I explored the unfamiliar scenery, and I knew that I was calling one after another. Although there is hot air blowing in your face, the occasional cool breeze in summer is still good.

Satisfied, the spinner sat down in the shade, ready to enjoy this moment of leisure. I heard a voice around me, and subconsciously turned my head.

A boy with a straight nose, dark eyebrows, and bronzed skin.

He was wearing a white T-shirt with Jay Chou's portrait, very tall, as if he had noticed the gaze of the spindle, looking at her, tilting his head, showing cute little white teeth, his eyes were narrowed, but they were very bright, as if all the sunlight was broken in his eyes.

"Hi, I'm Lan Gong."

At that moment, it was as if somewhere's spun open, and began to beat violently. The sun was shining on her a little dizzy.

Rotor thought, I'm crazy.

immediately tore off the page and wrote crookedly: Lan Gong I like you.

Fold the paper into tofu cubes, stuff it into a freshly finished Coke bottle, and bury it under the plane tree as a time capsule.

It seems that a girl's love is just beginning, and the spinner carefully hides her emotions, both joyful and sad.

Watching him play with the boys, his eyes follow his footsteps. In the corner where no one notices, the spinner will turn his face sideways before daring to evoke a smile.

He's not a boy who likes to play tricks on people, but he only likes to play tricks on her.

He would throw paper balls at the spinner from the window during class, and when the spinner turned his head, he had already lowered his head and hid.

He would catch bugs at the end of class, and when it was time for class, he would suddenly put them in front of the Spinner to see her panicked.

He would snatch her pen at the end of class and look at her helplessness.

He would suddenly snatch the textbook of the spinning and sign his name with a big stroke of the pen. Then write the ugly stupid two words on the album of the book, and look at her expression triumphantly.

Even when he quarrels with others, he doesn't forget to turn his eyes on her.

Spinner thinks he likes himself, but he doesn't say anything, just laughs brightly and teases himself.

Rotor wondered if he said to himself under that plane tree at school, "Let's be together." ”

She would be brave enough to hug him.

It's a pity to circle a date on the calendar with a red pen, sigh lightly, day after day, in the blink of an eye for three years, he still hasn't confessed.

The days are still the same as usual, but with a lot of tension and anticipation.

It's still the height of summer.

On a sunny afternoon, Rotor pretends to be casual and asks him who he likes, but waits anxiously for him to answer.

He played with his phone, looked into the distance, and said, "Who knows?"

"That'...... Who am I? ”

"Friends!"

How a matter of course.

Immediately, his heart sank, and he opened his mouth, but the words were choked in his throat and not spoken.

So, are those emotions delusions?

Since then, it was as if there was a wall between the rotor and him.

Rotor began to snub him, and no matter what he asked, she didn't say a word with a cold face. stubbornly maintains his immature self-esteem.

He didn't know why the girl was like this, he looked at her with a little uneasiness, and called her name over and over again.

Like an ignorant child who doesn't know why the person he likes ignores him, he tilts his head and repeats it stubbornly with an innocent face, over and over again.

At the end of the college entrance examination, the results are average, and I am not sad or happy.

Xuanzi was admitted to a university in the north, and I heard that Lan Gong was admitted to the south.

So-called, the opposite is true, that's it.

Rotor smiled.

Nested at home for two months, before going to the north, I suddenly wanted to go back to school, so I took care of my haggard face and walked towards school.

To enter the school, you must first pass through a long alley, and the ancient landscape makes the rotor involuntarily slow down.

As she counted to the seventh roof, she saw the plane tree they had come across.

Suddenly remembering the time capsule buried three years ago, the spinner gently took it out.

Open it.

I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't dodge.

It was as if he was standing under the plane tree of the school, with the sun shining on him, and his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

My mind went blank.

Before he had time to think, the spinner had already turned around and ran towards the alley, clutching the paper tightly in his hand.

In addition to her high and low footsteps and the sound of the howling wind, there seemed to be a few faint shouts in her ears.

Eventually, it faded away.

Stopped in the street, gasping for air, a suppressed whimper in his throat. Then the big tears gushed out of his eyes and fell sharply.

The CD shop on the street happens to be playing an unknown song.

"We're all afraid of the loss of longing

There are no flowers in front of me

We gave up

But he didn't have the courage to confirm the reluctance in his heart

Still smiling

Friendship is a promise in this life......"

Squat down and cover your face with your hands, your hands damp.

No one noticed her, and the bustling was still bustling.

The crumpled paper had a handwriting she was familiar with, a handwriting that didn't belong to her.

I like you too.

Lan Gong.

I opened my eyes and there were no tears. There was a faint singing voice downstairs, an old man singing, sad and hoarse singing songs of the last century. Intermittently, but over and over again only singing one sentence.

It's dawn.

Roll over, walk to the balcony, and push the old wooden window open. Outside the window is a large blue-gray tile, overlapping on top of each other. The eaves were also covered with turquoise moss. There is unmelted snow on the tiles, like a splash of white paint, reflecting the ancient tiles, like an abstract painting of unknown genres.

The still chilly air made the spinner shiver, closed the window, and turned away.

That summer, the only regret.

This winter, there is no missing.

postscript

Xuanzi wondered, I don't know if I will meet a young man in the shade of a tree in the hot summer, he melts into the fine sunlight, his nose is very straight, his eyebrows are very dark, his skin is bronze, he is standing there, not distinguishing between joy and sorrow.

Because of separation, I can't forget, and because of loss, I can't let go.

But she couldn't deceive herself freely, and there was always a place in her heart that seeped into pain little by little, reminding her that what she missed that summer had evaporated.

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