As soon as I walked outside the hotel, I saw that the square sandwiched between three roads was densely planted with pine trees on three sides, Zhu Jia estimated that these tree species have a history of at least decades or even hundreds of years, each of which has a height of tens of meters. Yin. Rain. Join. In the cotton environment, the leaves and branches are all there. Tide. Wet, like a deep green ocean.

Zhu Jia remembered the youth in the early spring of March, the sky was blue and clear on the weekend, he went to the ancient city wall alone, standing under the twenty-one-meter-high city wall, looking up, the huge evergreen trees next to him went straight to the sky high, blocking the sunlight outside the city wall, reflecting the ancient city wall eroded by time into a deep black, quite a thick and solemn atmosphere.

There are a lot of bricks between the bricks on the surface of the city walls. Concave. Convex. Uneven gaps, because of the long period of wind and rain bluestone, a lot. Convex. The surface of the surface is grayish-white. Color, as if returning to its original essence, has become earth again.

He was standing below and even wondered if such a high and steep city wall would collapse in a typhoon that is common in Jiangnan, and half a year ago in that office that belonged to him, he opened the inner layer of ground glass. Slippery. door, on Wu Zhen's junior sister's computer, I saw Sun in the extreme challenge. Red. Ray was climbing the ancient city walls.

It turns out that the world is so small that you can always appear in so many infinite randomness. A place of love and memories.

He suddenly wanted to go back and see what he had just experienced in high school. Supervise. Prison. After the enclosed space of ordinary life, in that period of confusion, every memory of youth that felt very far away after walking alone for more than ten kilometers, looking for that memory in the ancient city more than 900 kilometers away.

At this time, he realized that I was almost 25 years old, and I was a young man who was about to run for three.

Time really doesn't allow him to live alone in a free, poor student time.

Being able to casually go back to the places he had walked before, thinking about how difficult it was to come here alone before, how many times he worried about whether there would be no car when he went back to school, at that time he came to China Southern Airlines, which was a little higher than his undergraduate school score line. Irresolute. The smell of Jing, the clusters of taekwondo students in white spacious clothes who walked there, and the high-rise buildings there all made him envious at that time.

Zhang Yue fell to the last, on the zebra crossing at the intersection that led below, a group of people wearing white shirts printed with the school's logo and holding colorful umbrellas walked briskly from her field of vision under the thick green. Record. Recorded on the zebra crossing. At this moment, she seemed to see the passage of time, at this age, after some time, she remembered again the graduation video in the hospital: You were a teenager.

In these careless days, she felt that it was a process of her constant chasing the wind alone, and she still remembers renting a hotel for a month after graduating from her bachelor's degree, learning to sign up for a driving school from the end of April to the beginning of July without even online registration for subject two.

Every time she walked on the desolate road outside the school, looking through the hollow fence and looking at the distant student apartments inside the school, she couldn't believe that this was the bustling university of the past, and there would be such a depression when the buildings were empty during the summer vacation.

On the shore of Yunyuan Lake in the middle of the inside, two magnificent buildings with a gradually declining mobile signal were finally built when she graduated.

In the countless casual moments of the past three years, she continued to see the blue sky, a sparkling Yunyuan Lake, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows on the exterior of the magnificent building reflecting the beautiful scenery of grass and sky blue in the WeChat pictures of her classmates studying there.

She and a few of her classmates walked into the classroom that she had visited several times, imagining her sitting in this steep lecture hall with the front door on the first floor and the back door on the third floor.

"That's Rain Street over there." Mr. Zhao pointed to the building on the left side where the roof was as flat as the ground under his feet.

"Really, I didn't pay attention when I came, it turns out that this place is so close to us." Chu Yixiang looked at the quaint buildings carved with cornices.