When you feel like crying, you can look up.

I can't remember which one I saw in a book.

Liu Ruixuan looked up at the sky above his head, the sky was still blue, and the sun was still shining, just like last year, just like countless summers many years ago.

It's just that he seems to have had a dream.

Dizzy, waking up from five years ago, passing from three years ago, and waking up in this equally bright summer.

After that, he did not cry before the coming.

In front of Teacher Zhang, in front of Xiuxiu and Che Che, who returned from school, he smiled at them like yesterday, as if Tian Jingjing had never been here, and that list had never existed.

He's still just learning to make cakes in earnest.

Later, my father and mother rushed back at noon.

Seeing a table full of people, around a pot of vegetables, holding vegetable cakes and eating happily, I smiled with relief. Mother smiled, Rui and Lailai have grown up.

Then my mother said to Teacher Zhang, thank Brother Zhang for educating them so well.

Teacher Zhang waved his hand again and again, let's sit down and eat together, if you don't eat again, there will be no more, these ghosts, the amount of food is amazing.

Liu Ruixuan saw his mother and father very clearly, walked to the side with a smile on his face, washed his hands, and sat down.

Later, Xiuxiu and Cheol went back to school.

Teacher Zhang also left, and before leaving, he didn't take out the list from the town education office from his briefcase.

Dad and mother, cleaned up, and pushed the cart out again in the afternoon.

He habitually sat down under the grape trellis in the courtyard by himself.

Under the grape trellis in July, the fruity aroma hits the people, and the melodious familiar song wafts through the air. The pale cyan color in front of his eyes can make a person feel a kind of peace, a kind of softness, and make him feel as if he had drunk a fine wine, as if he had entered a dream.

Lailai gently touched his arm and sat down next to him.

He came to his senses.

A gust of wind blew, and the green vine leaves swayed and danced softly overhead.

It was as if something had fallen and floated to his face.

Raise your hand to pick it up, it is a green and slightly yellowish leaf, hold it in your hand, look and look, look and look, and suddenly remember that sentence: The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry.

Looking down, I found that the fallen leaves had a thin layer on the ground, and it turned out that the youth of this leaf had passed away, and it was no wonder that the fruity fragrance was strong.

He suddenly remembered Teacher Zhang's low and slightly hoarse voice before.

At that moment, his originally sad heart that wanted to cry was instantly suppressed.

The saddest thing was not him, he just missed the opportunity to see his cousin again.

Perhaps, this summer, my cousin will suddenly appear.

Or maybe my cousin suddenly wrote again.

And what about Mr. Zhang? What did he lose? The disappointment of hope and the guilt of oneself.

He had heard from his mother, and he didn't understand some things about Mr. Zhang before, but now, thinking about it, this time and again, in fact, it was Mr. Zhang who was most supported.

However, Mr. Zhang is still so well-intentioned to educate them and help them realize their dreams.

But what about Mr. Zhang's dream?

Who can help Mr. Zhang? What about a group of students who want to work hard?

What about Mr. Zhang, who came and went in the wind and rain, cheering and cheering for him all the time?

Who will comfort you in the face of this wound after injury?

Liu Ruixuan looked outside the courtyard gate, and Teacher Zhang had already walked away.

He won't cry, even if he feels sad in his heart, he won't cry, at least not in front of Teacher Zhang.

Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the side above his head.

If you forget where you saw it, when you feel uncomfortable, you can raise your head slightly and pretend to look at the sky leisurely, and your mood will be calm.

The sunlight shines through the verdant leaves and vines.

The grapes on the shelves are either green or slightly purple, and they are particularly sparkling in the sun.

He sat like that under the trellises, looking up and watching the wind blow by, occasionally blowing off the leaves.

The leaf seemed to know how to beg for mercy, and gently landed on his lap, and when he looked down, he felt a chill in his neck, and it turned out to be another piece.

They fell one after the other, on our heads, on their feet, on their shoulders. In such a light, soft and fragrant leaf rain, he suddenly found that he seemed to be about to fall asleep, a little lazy and tired.

Come on, Rui, are you alright?

Liu Ruixuan waved his hand lightly at Hu Lai, it's okay.

Oh. He answered and sat quietly beside him, and said no more.

Later, I don't know how long it was, but he really seemed to fall asleep.

By the time he opened his eyes again, the sun had already set, and a waning moon was already hanging in a corner of the courtyard.

The hazy first quarter moon and the sparse stars flashed in the silent night sky.

The night is quiet like an ink moonlight map, with calm tones and shallow brushstrokes to outline and trace, with some slightly familiar flavors.

Then, he opened his eyes in such a quiet night, saw the gray of the night, and remembered the summer of the past, the grass was slightly green, the blue sky and the pink sun, very fresh, or very quiet.

I don't know who is confiding in whom, he hears deep and shallow expectations and loneliness. Or, a drop of rain fell on the heart of the flower, and the whole summer began to have a secret?!

He also fell asleep beside him, leaning against the trellis of grapes, and slept soundly.

He took a garment from the house and put it over the person who came.

looked around and found that Xiuxiu and Cheche didn't come back, and neither did their mother and father come back?

Gently walked out of the courtyard gate, looked around, and there was no one.

The whole village was silent in the rising moonlight, with tall aspen trees, and occasionally one or two leaves sliding down with the wind, like those slow motions on the negatives of memory.

He suddenly remembered that May two years ago, through the rain and fog at 7 o'clock in the morning, across the 3,000-meter dirt road, Teacher Zhang took him all the way to the south.

When he opened his eyes in the gray rain, he smiled in the silent rain, did the problem, and then confidently waited for the results to be announced.

Flashing through memories, flashing through childhood, all the way forward.

Later, he began to walk alone on the road and began to be silent. More persistent, clear-sighted, pleasant, as if no one is around.

Many years later, he walked alone on the road, carrying a big bag, just like he dreamed of many years ago, and occasionally a companion helped me, smiled and thanked me, and then rushed to his own way.

The starting point is far away, and the end point is unknown. Without him, he no longer cares about rushing to arrive. He dragged his youth on the road, like those nameless flowers, gorgeous and extraordinary.

He, finally, walked alone from a Liujia village to the distant Jingyun.

No more fear.

It's just that I suddenly forgot why I came to Jingyun in the first place.

During the three years of Zhenxi Middle School, he was still the leader in the eyes of everyone, and he was still the darling of all teachers.

Oh no, I came to Yunling Middle School next door to Jingyun, passing through Jingyun Yizheng

Rui, look at Jingyun Yizheng

When the mother said that.

He thought that he would be very sad and distressed.

However, he only smiled slightly, and his nose was slightly sour.

Later, when he passed by twice a month for three years, he no longer had the original sour nose, because he knew that his cousin was no longer in Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.

It's like Mr. Zhang was no longer his teacher three years ago.

In a blink of an eye, eight years have passed since the initial acquaintance.

In eight years, nothing seems to have changed, but it seems to have changed a lot.

He came to Yunling Middle School to study.

Came and went the officer command school.

There is still no news from my cousin. My cousin has been out of news for a long time.

Or, since that summer three years ago, no one has mentioned his cousin in front of him.

Xiuxiu didn't mention it again, Che Che didn't mention it, and he didn't mention it when he came and went.

Everyone seems to agree, and it seems that they are deliberately avoiding it.

No one mentioned my cousin, and even my father changed it to the word "city" when he mentioned Jingyun.

He smiled and made no sound.

There was a dream that was far away, in that old summer ......

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