I looked at my little sister's eyes and was surprised, did you really see him?

The little sister couldn't help but be interested, and talked about the scene she had seen.

"I want to go to the library to read books for a while after school, but the librarian's aunt has already gotten off work, so I went in alone, at the end of the literature and history books, I saw a familiar white shirt, and suddenly remembered that it was Qiao Hang's brother often wears, and then take a closer look, that person is really Qiao Hang's brother, he is looking through a book, very serious, I want to call his name, but I find that he is gone...... Sister...... Sister...... Why is your face so ugly? ”

I tried to squeeze out a smile, and I said I was tired and wanted to get to bed.

Curiosity led me to walk into the library alone.

For some time after school, when there was usually no one in the library, I looked around and felt uneasy.

Closer, closer.

Yes, there was indeed a man with jet-black hair on the back of his head, a thin and weak appearance, and a book in his hand.

I could see the passing red letters in the center of the cover of the book: Manju Sawa.

It is Cangyue's "Manzhu Shahua".

My hands trembled and sweat broke down my forehead.

Before Qiao Hang died, we were all very infatuated with Cangyue, he said, Xia Lanyu, if our lives can be as beautiful and gorgeous as Cangyue's "Manzhu Sahua", how great it would be.

The children of poor families dream of flying on the branches.

I thought of how much blood I had left behind when I died, and the brilliant red stabbed my eyes so badly.

At this time, Qiao Hang also noticed that I was looking directly at him, he closed the book and smiled at me, Xia Lanyu, you are finally here.

I watched him run out of the library at breakneck speed, and I hurried to catch up.

"Qiao Hang, don't run!" I gasped and shouted as I chased after me, but my foot felt like something had grabbed me alive, and I couldn't pick up my speed.

I stopped, trying to take a step but couldn't.

I just watched him run up to the top floor of the lab building.

"Hey, Xia Lanyu!" He stood on the top floor, waving at me excitedly.

In front of me, the scene of him doing free fall came to mind, and I couldn't help but scream that he was born-

"Qiao Hang-don't——。"

But Qiao Hang had already jumped off, in an extremely standard freefall position.

Ahh

At the same time, I saw that the copy of "Manju Sawa" also fell to the ground, staining a large piece of red......

I reached out to pick it up, but I was stabbed and it hurt so badly.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you."

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed in the dormitory, and my little sister was sitting at the head of the bed, looking at me lovingly.

I'm having nightmares again.

Always.

I felt a long sigh of relief, but luckily, it was just a nightmare.

"Sister, your hands ......" The little sister covered her mouth, her pupils widened, and she looked half dead with fright.

"My Hand ......"

I looked blankly at the bright red on the sheet, and then looked at my right hand, which was also bright red.

I remembered that dream last night, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

"Little sister, did you say yesterday that you saw Qiao Hang in the library?"

She patted her head and smiled a little silly.

"Sister, I think I'm probably wrong, you're right, Brother Qiao Hang is dead."

I quickly put on my clothes, and you come with me to the library.

My little sister looked at my strange behavior in surprise, but she was still obediently pulled away by me.

As soon as I got out of the dormitory building, the school radio went off.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have any of you lost a copy of the book called Manju Sawa downstairs in the lab? Someone picked it up this morning, please go to the radio room to claim it quickly. ”

I stopped, and there was another clench, could it be that last night's dream was real?

If it's not true, then why is everything so coincidental?

I was faintly uneasy, didn't Qiao Hang die? But I watched his relatives put his body in the coffin, watching every step carefully.

"Little sister, you come with me to the radio studio." I say.

It's not class time yet, and there are a lot of people in the radio room.

I went up and found a girl with bangs covering her forehead, and I knew her name was Li Baoli, who was the school announcer.

She also said the broadcast just now.

I stepped forward and timidly said that the copy of "Manju Sahua" was mine.

She looked very surprised that the book had been taken ten minutes earlier by a boy who had said it was his.

What's his name? I was inexplicably shocked, and my heart ached.

Qiao Hang.

Word by word, doubly firm.

I ran down the stairs in a panic and saw the familiar figure in the square.

Qiao Hang held the book and stood in the sun and smiled at me.

Then little by little he became confused in my vision, and I followed in his footsteps.

The direction he ran was the laboratory building.

I am Xia Lanying, Xia Lanyu's little sister.

I witnessed my own sister go crazy and run mad to the laboratory building, despite my obstructions.

Since Qiao Hang died, my sister seemed to be a different person, she was inexplicably angry, had nightmares, panicked, and always said that Qiao Hang was back again.

I took her to the doctor, and the doctor said she was suffering from rhapnoia.

She shouted while running, I killed Qiao Hang, and now he is back to take revenge on me, I'm so afraid, so afraid, I'm going to take the college entrance examination in less than a week, I don't want to die! I want to go to Tsinghua University.

I ran with her to the top floor, but she kept retreating, as if she was being pressed step by step, but there was only air around her, and there was no one.

Her face was as white as paper, and she kept repeating a sentence.

Don't push me, don't push me.

Then, she retreated to the fifth road and fell straight down from the fourth floor.

I screamed.

Nine

No one knows exactly what happened that night a month ago.

Everyone just knows that Qiao Hang, a high-achieving student in Class 6 of Science at Xiamen No. 2 Foreign Language Chinese School, climbed up the experimental building after evening self-study and fell down.

But no one knew that there was one less person in the group of students discussing physics on the third floor.

Xia Lanyu went to the toilet because of a stomachache.

But in fact, she went up to the top floor, because she and Qiao Hang made an appointment on the fourth floor instead of the third floor, so they waited so long and didn't wait for Qiao Hang.

After Xia Lanyu went upstairs, she bluntly explained the reason why she asked him to come.

She said, Qiao Hang, do you love me?

Qiao Hang said, of course, we are lovers!

She said, then can you give me the guaranteed quota of Tsinghua University?

He lowered his head very low, and only then did he gaze into the silent night sky.

He said, I'm sorry Lan Yu, I need this place, my old father has worked hard for most of his life so that I can be admitted to an ideal university, and I can't let him down.

She almost burst into tears.

Qiao Hang, you lied to people, you still say you love me? You won't even give me this opportunity, I need this guaranteed place more than you.

She remembered her father's nodding and flattering gesture when he handed out cigarettes in front of others, and the corners of her eyes couldn't help but moisten.

She doesn't want to be looked down upon by the people in the village anymore, so she wants to go to college, by all means!

But Qiao Hang didn't say anything, she suddenly lost her mind and pushed him down who was sitting on the edge of the top floor.

After that, the guaranteed quota of Tsinghua University naturally fell on her head.

All this is still settled.

A week later, the college entrance examination began as scheduled.

Ye Yipeng's heart was a little complicated, he slowly put away the work in his hand, and another child was waiting for him there.

"Ever since I was a child, my dream has always been to be a painter, but before I was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, I drank on Futu Street for eight years. "My dad was laid off when I was 9 years old and started recycling waste.

I had a loud voice, and every day after school, my dad rode his tricycle, and I sat on the tricycle, and I shouted loudly - "What if the wine is not sold?" If the wine is not sold? ”

At that time, Futu Street was very quiet, like a quiet dream rippling and rippling in the cradle, without the sound of noisy traffic. So my voice filled every corner of Futu Street.

Men love to drink, women take out wine bottles to sell, so every time we go out, we can recycle a lot of wine bottles, I saw my father sweating profusely but smiling and counting beer bottles one after another, my heart is really sweeter than eating honey.

That year, Xu Jiahe was in the fourth grade, and every day after school, he would watch "4WD Brothers" at home, and every time he heard my shouting, he ran very fast, and he came down from the second floor to find a few beer bottles for me. After I finished shouting on Futu Street, he would invite me to his house to watch TV, at that time I naively thought that Xu Jiahe probably liked me, and later, I learned that it was his mother, let him help me more, because his kind mother said how old Yin Weiwei was, so she followed her father to shout all over the street, and she was distressed when she looked at it.

Later, I learned that the terms liking and sympathy could not be equated.

For the first time, my young mind made a small wave......

Mom and Dad couldn't reconcile the conflict anymore, they went to court, signed a divorce agreement, and I was awarded to Dad.

That year, I was admitted to the best middle school in the town with the first place in the school, and Xu Jiahe was in the same class as me.

Dad began to drink heavily, and the wine bottles at home began to increase, in addition to recycling the wine bottles on Futu Street, I also had to recycle the wine bottles at home, every day after school, against the afterglow of the sunset, I rode a tricycle alone, shouting from door to door: "If the wine is not sold?" If the wine is not sold? ”

It's just that when I arrived at the door of Xu Jiahe's house, I began to subconsciously lower my head and lower my voice, because their big house was the most luxurious and magnificent in the entire Futu Street.

It was also in this year that I became obsessed with painting, and there were many people in the class who learned to paint, but I was not one of them, because I had to pay a lot of money to paint, and my father had no money.

So I shouted even harder: "What if the wine is dry? If the wine is not sold? "I think when I recycle a lot of wine bottles, I will have the money to learn to paint, what a beautiful thing it is to paint!

I started saving money, dollar by dollar, and finally I had enough money for a semester, and that day after school, I was still shouting from house to house on my bicycle.