Wake up in a strange city

I still have your name on my lips

wife

I am thousands of miles away from you

I know that too

Sixteen-year-old flowers bloom only once

But I still care about the whiteness of the dress

Care about all that is praised

The feeling of being pampered and soothed

I was concerned about the golden dream net

Protect me from the wind and frost of the foreign land

Love turns out to be a kind of wine

When you drink it, it turns into longing

And in a strange city

I raise my glass every night

Far forward to the year of sixteen

——Xi Murong "Sixteen-year-old Flower Season"

2011, the last day of July, the hottest day of the year.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun just came out on the road, and the shrill cicadas sounded on the big locust trees. He Qingying prepared a new shirt for her son, which she bought from Taobao's brand store with the income from the bookstore. When he went out, he folded his collar straight, and yesterday forced him to shave his hair after the high school entrance examination. She stuffed a total of 2,990 yuan in tuition, accommodation, and agency fees into the newly bought wallet for her son, and repeatedly took care of the road to be careful not to lose it.

However, she didn't accompany Si Wang, but just sent him to the nearest subway entrance.

From kindergarten to elementary school to junior high school, she accompanies her son every time a new student registers, except this time.

Half a month ago, Si Wang received an admission letter from Nanming Senior High School.

Last night, it was his mother who reminded him that the construction of the natural gas pipeline project on Nanming Road began, and all the buses leading to the city were rerouted, and the nearest route could only take the subway.

Watching his son enter the entrance of the station, He Qingying said loudly: "Wang'er, on the day of the parent-teacher meeting, I will go." ”

I changed trains once in the middle of the subway to reach the nearest station, and I had to walk for more than ten minutes, and I saw that it was too late.

drove a car, and the driver rolled down the window: "Hey, it's a freshman from Nanming Middle School, ten yuan, the same price." ”

It turned out to be an illegal black car, and there was not even a taxi around. He sat in the back seat and put his hand on the outside of his wallet.

The car was just about to start, and someone pulled the door open, and it was a girl in a white dress. Si Wang shifted to the left, giving up the seat on the right.

"Nanming Middle School!" Her voice was soft and pleasant, and she apologized to Si Wang, "I'm sorry, classmate, can I carpool with you?" ”

I didn't say the word "good" for a long time, because I had just seen her face clearly......

She is no longer a girl, but a woman in her thirties, but the years have left almost no traces, and at first glance it makes people mistakenly think that she has just graduated from college, and the goblins of ancient legends are nothing more than that, to be exact, the reverse growth of eternal youth.

Ouyang Xiaozhi.

She recognized the sixteen-year-old boy.

"Are you a freshman coming to report?"

He nodded awkwardly.

"Don't be late!"

The driver was already impatient, and stepped on the accelerator without waiting for an answer, probably because he was worried about the right and wrong at the entrance of the subway station, not only would someone come to rob the business, but it would be miserable when he encountered the police.

"I'm sorry!" Xiaozhi greeted politely, raised his wrist and looked at the white ceramic watch, "There are seven minutes left, don't be late!" ”

She lowered her head in embarrassment, her originally pale cheeks were still a little red, and beads of sweat were faintly dripping from her hair, and she just trotted all the way out of the subway station.

The boy avoided her gaze, didn't say a word the whole time, and swept his gaze to anywhere in the car except her.

Five minutes later, the car drove around the trail to the entrance of Nanming Senior High School.

Xiaozhi preemptively handed the ten yuan to the driver, and he got out of the car after him, and said the first thing he said to her in his life: "Hey, I have to give you five more yuan!" ”

"No need! Thank you for carpooling with me! ”

In the early morning of summer, the dust of construction drifted on Nanming Road, and her smile shattered the hearts of many boys.

Fortunately, I was not late, and there were many high school freshmen at the school gate, all accompanied by their parents, and only Si Wang was alone. Private cars kept driving to the side of the road, and the whole family accompanied the children to report for duty, and soon crowded with cars of various brands.

There are large signs on the playground instructing new students to register in which classroom to register in, as well as the process of paying for registration. The twigs walked through the oleander forest by the playground, and the red flower clusters bloomed more and more vividly.

She walked straight into the teaching building, in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the corner of the corridor, straightened her hair and appearance, put on a light and just right makeup, even if she was wearing it in the middle of summer, she was not exposed, her skirt was firmly pressed against her knees, and a pair of mid-heeled shoes were quite low-key.

Twig saw him.

The freshmen were huddled in the scorching sun on the playground or went to the classroom on the first floor, and the corridor on the second floor was deserted, only the teenager was following her.

She turned slightly, frowned, and her expression was serious, shooting a cold gaze. I have met a lot of boys who follow or peep at her, and she must show a posture that is unattainable.

Si Wang stood in the corridor for a while, until the text message rang, it turned out to be from his mother, asking him if he had reported to school on time? He replied with a short "everything is well" and went downstairs to line up to register and pay.

An hour later, the new students and their parents went to the lecture hall for the ceremony, and Si Wang walked away from the crowd in the middle of the playground, exposed to the scorching sun, sweat soaking through the new shirt his mother bought.

He looked at the school library from afar, and it was also the temple where the spiritual seat was enshrined in Lianyi Villa many years ago.

"The soul returns."