The atmosphere has been a bit odd lately. Perhaps in the late spring and early summer, everything is almost recovering, and some restless factors begin to breed secretly, and seeing that the sun is just right outside, it seems a little unscrupulous.

Tang Yao was stared at by Chang Jian's hot eyes in the class, and he was uncomfortable, and he wanted to get out of the class to breathe, but he met a third cousin who came to junior high school once in a thousand years.

Tang Yao has been in middle school for two years, and every time she jumps across the lawn to find her third cousin in the high school, she comes and goes in the wind and rain, and the third cousin comes to Tang Yao no more than three times.

The first time was the Art Week in the first grade, Tang Yao first met Chang Jian in that singing competition, a sports student can sing pop songs so well, which surprised Tang Yao. The first image is good, and the back naturally feels pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it, and the taste of love spreads quietly, and without even saying hello to Tang Yao, she took care of her own love deeply. That day, the third cousin came to see the performance, leaning on a tree, holding his hands on his chest, talking about the players on the field, and his words seemed to introduce Tang Yao to the situation of the school. But now that I think about it, with the character of the third cousin who is unwilling to explain, his actions that day are very abnormal. There is a cultural week every year, but I only saw the third cousin come out to see this time. At the age of the third cousin, when he was at the peak of his youth, he naturally had a girl who admired him. In other words, the third cousin must also have someone in his heart, either existing in reality or staying in his mind, but whenever there is a stealing opportunity, it can be swept by the momentum of the mountains. But the third cousin hid very deeply on weekdays, and Tang Yao didn't think about it deeply, so he never found any clues. The calmer the lake, the more turbulent it became, Tang Yao understood this, and was sure that the third cousin must have a ghost in his heart.

The second time the third cousin came to Tang Yao was because the eldest cousin gave birth to a child, and the second cousin was thinking about the three brothers and sisters getting together to give a gift, and there was no spectrum in his heart to discuss with Tang Yao. In fact, there is no need for the third cousin to run back for such a thing. First, Tang Yao has many opportunities to enter and exit the high school, and the twice-weekly sketching class is in the large classroom on the first floor of their high school, and the third cousin can wait at the door of the classroom. Second, this is not an important matter, even if the third cousin has no time during the day, he can call Tang Yao at night, according to the tacit understanding between Tang Yao and the third cousin, the third cousin does not need to explain anything, just say a few words, Tang Yao can understand. The third cousin, a man who stands on a high place like a fairy in the Nine Heavens at all times, lives in his world with a pure heart and few desires, and has never had any intersection or connection with this world. Tang Yao was even more sure in his heart that the ghost in his third cousin's heart was a proper existence.

Today's sunshine, wind direction, and breeze are all just right, Tang Yao looked at a small grass on the lawn that was unwilling to be mediocre, and asked silently in her heart, "Grass, grass, is everything auspicious today?" Can you solve my doubts? ”。

The third cousin stepped on the east sunshine, stopped in front of Tang Yao, who had a gloomy face, and said, "Early in the morning, my face has been gathered for a while. For what? The third cousin's voice sounded like a dew drop that hadn't woken up in the morning, lazy, but it fell from the tip of the leaf in an instant.

Tang Yao didn't look up, looked down and continued to look at the small weeds that had already grown under his feet, and replied, "I didn't make it up." ”