Since Li Jingjing's death, I can't remember how many nights I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, I can't remember how many times I counted the stars, the deceased is like this, and I always have that face lingering in my mind.

I was like a fish who couldn't find my way out in the vast universe, and I counted the stars, bit my thumb, and cried silently every night.

"Nono, get up and eat."

My mother was standing outside the door knocking, and I reached over the quilt and put it over my head, my swollen eyes and a wet pillow on one side of my cheek.

The hot summer winds swept across the fields, over the lush woods, and over the sunflowers on the roadside. It glows with the sun's rays and greets the wind in an upward posture.

As a senior in high school, I once again walked on the road to school, and the person who accompanied me was Wang Ziyi.

Wildflowers are blooming on the side of the road, and a bee flapping its wings is trying to get close to the bright petals of a sunflower. The sky was above the white clouds, and the blue sky was sprinkled from among the dense branches and leaves of the trees.

"Nuno, you took a lot of courses in the second semester of your sophomore year, and now that you are in your third year of high school, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

I understand Wang Ziyi's words, she is not only talking about the course that is pulled down, but also about my current physical condition.

"It's okay, I just need to work my studies."

This is the first afternoon of the third year of high school, and the students who come and go, all of them have a look of lovelessness on their faces, and their tired and heavy bodies miss the past days at this node.

The leaves above my head fell, as if the last of their vitality had faded, and a faint pain passed through those cold glances to my flesh and bones.

Wang Ziyi and I walked side by side, and the students passing by looked at me wearing long sleeves, it was not strange to wear long sleeves, it was strange to wear them on such a hot day.

"Have you heard of it, it's her, the girl who wears long sleeves, if it weren't for her, Gao Hao wouldn't have gone abroad as a senior."

A girl around me was pointing at me, her face was disgusted and disdainful, and she looked at me as if she was looking at a virus, a piece of garbage.

I hung my head, and after a summer vacation, my bangs were a little longer, so that when I looked down, it would cover all my eyes and make me unable to see other people and things.

With both hands tightly tugging at the straps of my school bag on my shoulders, my heart was at peace, and my nose was filled with the fresh smell of earth in the air.

There are fewer and fewer people on the road, and the willow branches on both sides of the road are slender and soft, like a waterfall cascading down, swinging their waists in the breeze.

I looked up in a daze, the door in front of me seemed to have not appeared in my memory for a long time, I stepped into the classroom door, and familiar faces appeared in front of me.

Those memories unbridled into the pores of my skin, stretched like vines, wound into my heart and lungs, suffocated me, ached me, and numbed me.

There were a few people sitting scattered in the classroom, because of the division of arts and sciences, there were a few faces in the classroom, I looked around the people in the class, Wang Ziyi took my hand and returned to the position.

I sat in my seat in silence, refusing to take out the textbooks in my bag, like an ostrich, burying my head and looking at the ground.

"Hey!"

Someone reached out and patted me on the back, I moved the stool forward a little and lay on the desk, Wang Ziyi just glanced at me, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

"Classmate, didn't you bring your textbooks? I have two copies, so I'll lend you one. ”

There was an extra Chinese textbook in front of me, and through the strands of hair, I saw the hand holding the textbook, white and slender.