Many years later, Tang Yao met Chang Jian once at the station in front of her community.

The sky opened late that day, the tone was gray and a little melancholy, and the surroundings were foggy and there was some scattered light rain. Tang Yao was a senior that year, and she went out at six o'clock in the morning to attend the graduation thesis defense. Tang Yao's station was not at the gate of the community, and she only found out that the man with a hat leaning on the license plate pole was Chang Jian when she passed by. Because it was raining and it was getting a little early, Chang Jian was lying on the thin pole of the stop sign with his head down, and his wide coat and hat covered most of his face, so that people couldn't see whether his eyes were open or closed.

Tang Yao's after-realization temperament was also deep-rooted, and it wasn't until he passed the station that the reflex arc depicted the image of the person just now in the brain circuit radio waves. When Tang Yao turned his head, Chang Jian was still leaning slightly on his body, as if no one had passed by him just now, just as he hadn't walked in his heart when he was young.

Chang Jian graduated from high school and went to an ordinary junior college, he was already working at that time, it was a steel factory, 24-hour shifts, the salary was unknown, and Tang Yao was not interested in inquiring. It's just that occasionally in reverie or in a daze, I'm a little indignant about my youth.

After the table tennis match, Tang Yao refused the repeated requests of the physical education teacher and did not stay to receive special training from his old man. Tang Yao felt that this was just a school-based activity, and the purpose was also to call for the whole school to exercise and promote cooperation among students. Now that the body is also warm, the cooperation is also effective. Then there is no need to say more.

Tang Yao politely refused, "Teacher Wang, I really can't do it, my mother has a rule, if you don't report in advance, you must be home at five o'clock." ”

"I'll say hello to your mom when I get back." The physical education teacher was a man, sat down and waved his pen, "Well, I'll write you an explanation." ”

When Tang Yao heard this, this was going to be serious, and hurriedly added, "My mother still has an additional condition, if she doesn't report it, the iron in the sky will also be ordered to her to get home before five o'clock." Tang Yao picked up his coat, "Teacher, I'll go first." Otherwise, the consequences are serious. As he spoke, he ran out of the table tennis room.

Let the shouts behind you grow from near to far, and finally disappear into the whirring north wind.

The playground of Tang Yao School is in the northwest corner of the school, along the road on three sides. In winter, when the wind rolls on the empty ground, I feel an inexplicable sense of desolation. Besides, the playground and the teaching building were separated by a living water river in the town, and when crossing the bridge, the cold water vapor was swept in the north wind, and Tang Yao instantly felt that the whole person was not good.

A woman's feelings are often accurate, regardless of age, regardless of IQ.

As soon as Tang Yao walked to the leeward place, she suddenly stretched out an arm to block her, and then three girls came up and surrounded her.

Tang Yao didn't feel scared, but felt a little warmer and a little attached to being surrounded by it.

"The little girl in the first year of junior high school has no breasts, she is really bold and dares to rob men." One of the girls said this, and her voice sounded unpleasant.

"It has nothing to do with you whether I have breasts or not, unless you like women. But since a woman like me can't look down on me, I'll go first. Tang Yao just wanted to break out of the encirclement, but the family was overwhelming, and Tang Yao was firmly surrounded, Tang Yao was thin and small, and he was not their opponent at all.

"Listen to me." The girl pushed Tang Yao, gritting her teeth a little aggressively, "Lin Feng is not something that a child like you who has not grown hair can think of. ”