A light flashes.

The wind blew, and the dead leaves left on the plane trees beside the road shook in the light and shadow.

Xia Yang tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, turned the fallen leaf in his hand, took two steps forward, and threw it into the garbage can.

The past is like smoke, and the mood is like a leaf.

It's been six years since that year!

Since they met at the beginning of that year, he has known the girl in the white dress for six years!

Six years?

It can change a lot, it seems that everything has changed, he has grown taller, and he has become as white as summer, no, more than summer, to be exact.

For no other reason, his foundation is better than summer!

Naturally, it is more popular with little girls than in summer!

What's worse is that his self-righteous mother, Dacong, has to watch him apply barrier cream, sunscreen and a bunch of unnamed creams and creams every day, otherwise, he won't go out.

In a fit of rage, he wanted to live on campus.

But the school teacher said no, and he couldn't live on campus until high school.

Three years, three years have completely changed a person!

When he was a freshman in high school, he didn't hesitate to live in the school, but after living in the school, he suddenly found that he was actually used to it, washing his face and rubbing frost in the morning before going to bed.

The boys in the same dormitory were stunned.

He didn't look over it, and put it on again, just saving a lot of steps, just a little sunscreen.

Ay!

Six years, in the past six years, he has long been accustomed to chasing the girl with long hair and white dress in front of him among all kinds of colorful girls!

She seems to have not changed, as before!

The long-haired white dress walked in front of him, from September of the first year of junior high school to the current September, always smiling shallowly, neither happy nor sad.

Looking at it, it makes people feel peaceful.

Every time he saw her, he couldn't help but think of another girl hundreds of miles away.

Did she grow long hair too? Do you also like to wear beautiful dresses? Is it just like the girl in front of you, as pure and beautiful as before?

She, does she, remember him?

At first, he only thought that the girl in front of him was just a good skin, but later he realized that he was wrong.

When I saw her again, it was at the orientation school meeting on the second day of the first year of junior high school.

She spoke as an outstanding student representative, and that day, she wore a light blue ribbon with her long black hair tied behind her head, wearing a light blue gauze skirt, elegant and delicate, like an elf who fell into the world.

At that moment, his heart suddenly trembled.

Zhu Yan's favorite color is also blue!

At this moment, the girl sitting on the high rostrum with an off-script speech is very much like the Zhu Yan in his memory!

The high ponytail, the pale blue dress, and the sound of the words were as round as silver bells, which made his nose suddenly sour and sour.

She said that when you can't do anything to make decisions, please don't make decisions lightly, and please don't complain or give up on yourself, what you have to do is to do everything you can to make yourself stronger and make your own decisions......

On stage, she is calm and confident.

He was in the audience, and he was empowered.

What if, one day, he can influence his own decisions?

He can go to Zhu Yan!

can return to Zhujia Village, still living a happy and happy life as before, not like now, the huge still clouds make him feel strange, depressed and congested.

When he got home that night, he asked his mother when he had the power to decide what he wanted to do.

Mom was stunned for a moment, and then, laughing, and told him with a smile that there is a limit to the use of power.

What is the scope of the restriction? He blurted out, but a trace of displeasure slipped through his heart.

The mother in front of you is exercising her unique powers, right? Do you want him to be manipulated by her all the time?

Mom smiled: obey the rules.

Xia Yang's heart snorted coldly.

My mother went on to say that when you were a student, there were rules that students had to abide by, and adults also had rules that adults had to follow, and you could enjoy your due rights within the corresponding rules.

Oh? Xia Yang was slightly stunned, and looked at his mother in front of him, as if it was a little different from what he thought.

"You mean that as long as I follow the rules of the school, I can make my own decisions, right?" Xia Yang asked with some uncertainty.

"Huh." Mom laughed, "Then it's going to be big and small." ”

"Huh!" Xia Yang couldn't help but snort when he heard this, and his heart that had just warmed up instantly lowered again.

That's not up to her.

When will he grow up and decide his own life!

"Xia Yang, don't be so pessimistic," Xia on the side interjected, "Mom and Dad are the most enlightened and democratic, basically, they will respect your ideas, and if there is anything, you can say it directly." ”

Xia Yang glanced at Xia Yang when he heard this.

The most enlightened? The most democratic?

That's for summer!

To him? Hehe, hehe! He never had a place to speak!

He sent him away and then picked him up.

Is there a bit of democracy?

He clearly cried and shouted not to leave Zhujia Village, he shouted hoarsely, crying almost out of breath.

Mom and Dad didn't hear it, and like a deaf man, they forced him into a black car and took him away.

He also saw very clearly that his grandmother turned around and shook her shoulders, and her grandmother was reluctant to let him go.

Grandma discussed with his parents that when he finished junior high school, wouldn't it be the same to go to Jingyun for high school?

Dad didn't say a word and looked at Mother.

My mother said in a resolute tone, "No."

His mother said that he had already had a happy and freewheeling childhood, and that it was time to be content, and that he should receive the best education possible, or he would blame her when he grew up.

In his teary eyes, he saw his mother's cold face, his grandmother's red eyes, and his grandfather, who had always kept a straight face and never given him a smile, sighed heavily and waved at them.

Let's go, hurry up, go today, and never come back.

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

His mother was stunned, pulled him to death, and together with his father, he forced him into the car.

What kind of democracy is that?

He will never forget it for the rest of his life!

Their so-called "love" and "education" are just their self-righteous "natural" selfishness, never really asking him, caring about him, and never even listening to the thoughts of grandma and grandpa.

The corners of Xia Yang's mouth twitched, his eyes drooped slightly, and he leaned towards Xia again.

What does he know about this summer when he grew up in Jingyun and was pampered by his parents?

How dare you tell him that democracy is open-minded?

He is the same as the mother in front of him, he has no qualifications and no right to say this!

He wants to go back to Zhujia Village now, can he?

Seeing Xia Yang's cold eyes, Xia smashed his mouth, laughed dryly, nestled into the sofa, picked up a book casually, and pretended to read it.

"The book is down."

Xia Yang snorted at Summer.

Idiot!

What ideas can such an idiot come up with? It's no wonder that self-righteous parents are the most enlightened.