Tanabata.

The school organizes summer trips for students who are only entering their second year of high school, and the destination is a nearby island, which is also a holiday destination. On the way to the wharf, Xiaozhi encountered an anti-Japanese parade, all of which were signs saying "Defend the Diaoyu Islands", and the taxi was trapped and unable to move, so it simply turned off the engine and stopped at the crowded intersection. There was a young man who looked like a college student, and he put a sign on the window of his car that said boycott Japanese products. She remembered her teacher Shen Ming seventeen years ago, and occasionally she would be indignant when she talked about modern Chinese history, and one day she took everyone to sing "Bloodstained Style" at the class meeting.

She rushed to the dock at the last minute.

On the hottest day of 2012, more than 100 people from four classes in the whole grade, including the class teacher and the main teacher, boarded the tourist passenger ship. The students had to pay for this trip, but they didn't feel like spending their parents' money, and they chatted excitedly and shared their travel experiences - some had just returned from a free trip to Taiwan, some went to Hong Kong Disneyland every summer, and some had already traveled to European countries with their parents.

Xiao Zhi stood at the stern of the boat away from the crowd, looking at Si Wang, who was dozens of meters away, and he leaned on the railing to watch the river surge. Countless seagulls flew around him, and the salty air was everywhere, and he stretched out his hands and closed his eyes, but behind him there were whispers from his classmates: "Psycho! ”

Si Wang shook off his classmates and came to Gu Ying's self-pitying little branch, his face was heroic in the sun, and the female teacher suddenly felt that the years were ruthless.

"Is it the first time you've seen the sea?"

She asked casually, but her eyes were staring at the murky water.

"Yes, I'm like a frog at the bottom of a well, I haven't left the city for seventeen years, and I don't feel any regrets - perhaps, the meaning of travel is nothing more than to add another life to myself in a mediocre life, and I, who retain the memories of my past life, have lived twice as many lives as ordinary people, which is equivalent to a long journey in time."

For such inexplicable words, Xiaozhi was a little disgusted, and turned his head and left without saying a word.

A few hours later, the liner docked at the island. It is a small island dotted with fishing villages, with majestic mountains and silver-white sand beaches, and teachers and students live in fishermen's farmhouses. The head teacher * Song led the team, this photography enthusiast hung a DSLR camera and kept shooting, almost every student was photographed by him, but there was no hope.

Teacher An, who teaches politics, is like a fly, always staring at Ouyang Xiaozhi, and she is talking out of politeness and politeness. She rarely wore a floral dress, the sea breeze blew the hem of the skirt to reveal her snow-white slender legs, the boys peeked from afar, and the girls showed jealous eyes.

There are only a few tours on the island, and whether they can swim or not, the students bring swimsuits to the sea. Si Wang's exercised figure and muscles are the most dazzling in the sun and beach, which makes the little chubby dun and soybean sprouts ashamed, and even the girls in the next class come to say hello. He coldly rejected them, and alone on the beach, picking up seashells, and putting to his ear the conch, which was said to be able to store the sound of the waves. Xiaozhi didn't even bring a swimsuit, and only sat and chatted with a few female teachers, and many people felt that they were outrageous.

The evening breeze on the island is cool, sweeping away the heat during the day, and many people have diarrhea after eating seafood, including *Song and Teacher An, most of them nest in the house and do not move, or get together to play Three Kingdoms.

Twigs eat almost nothing, boldly walking through the fishing village, picking off the beaten path, from the lush bushes to the seaside.

The moon is born on the sea.

It was an unforgettable sight for the rest of her life, as she almost collapsed on the beach, looking up at the almost golden full moon between the blue-gray sea and sky.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her waist from behind, and the twig broke free screaming, and another hand touched it. She resisted with all her might, and it turned out to be a little hooligan on the beach, and she didn't look like a local fisherman.

"Let her go!"

A teenager ran out of the bushes, the moonlight illuminated Si Wang's face, and the twig rushed to his side: "Help me!" ”

There are four men on the other side, tell him not to meddle in things. Si Wang approached the other party without saying a word, and directly punched him to the ground. Every muscle of his body felt like it was going to explode, and after a few Muay Thai moves, those bastards were splattered with blood. Fearing that he would suffer alone, Twig screamed for help, but the beach was empty at night, and the sound of the rising waves drowned out the shouts.

Five minutes later, two men were lying on the ground, and the other two guys were stumbling and running away.

Si Wang took her hand: "Run!" ”

She was sure those villains were calling for helpers, and who knew how many people would show up later?

In the dark night, the sea breeze blows, and the hair and dress are raised, like flowers blooming on the sea. After a few steps, she couldn't run, and Si Wang almost dragged her up a hill, and her wrists became hot for the first time.

Finally, they rushed to the other side of the island, a wild beach that had not yet opened, and no one would chase after them.

The moonlight chased the shadows, the sea rose little by little, and the mischievous white foam, not exceeding the bare feet of the two, wet the hem of her skirt. His forehead and arms were still bleeding, dripping down the sand beneath his feet, but he was still standing straight in front of her.

She lowered her head and gasped for breath, and said indistinctly, "Thank you!" ”

"Why do you want to come out alone?"

"It's so stuffy in the house that I want to hear the sound of the sea alone."

"Listen to the sound of the sea?"

"yes, I've heard that."

Twig closed her eyes and listened, Si Wang was approaching her, and a few centimeters further on, he could kiss her on the lips.

Suddenly, she took half a step back and wiped his wounds: "Si Wang, listen to the teacher, don't fight anymore." ”

Slender fingers swept across the young man's forehead, stained with seventeen-year-old blood, and it really had a hot hand temperature. Her face also glowed dizzily in the moonlight on the sea.

"Flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches."

Si Wang read these two sentences softly, but she remembered that it was 1995, that spring night when fireflies were flying, she walked with Teacher Shen Ming in the wilderness of Nanming Road, and softly recited Du Qiuniang's "Golden Silk Clothes". At that time, Ouyang Xiaozhi was sad all day long, and there was a new round of gossip in the school, the girls bit their ears during their lunch break, and the boys heard it in the cafeteria - Ouyang Xiaozhi's father was not a martyr at all, he fought with the Vietnamese on the Laoshan front, and was shot dead by the division commander as a deserter, and the so-called martyr honor was bought with money. And her mother, as a widow, often seduces men outside......

Xiaozhi is not good at speaking, and rarely talks to those eight women, so he is naturally speechless. Even if she showed her father's martyr certificate to everyone, some people would say that it was fake. Except for Liu Man, who was at the same table, none of the girls in the class played with her, and the boys were always courteous, but her response was always so cold.

Originally, she was also studying in a key high school, but the environment in the urban area was complicated, and there were often little hooligans waiting for her at the door, and even fighting with each other. The school has become a place of right and wrong, causing parents to complain, hoping that the girl will leave as soon as possible, and one of them is actually a city leader. The school was forced to meet these excessive demands under pressure from above, and Xiaozhi was arranged to Nanming High School in the wilderness to avoid the little hooligans in the city...... There is always gossip around beautiful girls, like "flies don't stare at seamless eggs", which is already a kind of humiliation.

The crowd is full of gold, and the bones are destroyed.

On August 23, 2012, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, on an isolated island surrounded by the sea, the sea sand blurred Ouyang Xiaozhi's vision, and she stretched out her hand to block the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm in a trance - you're not him." ”

The wind ruffled her hair, and she turned her head to prevent her students from seeing the tears.

Si Wang stretched out his hand, and after the fight, bleeding, his warm hand caressed her cheek and made her turn in front of him.

The blood marks on her fingertips had not dried, and a few points were wiped on her cheeks, and there was a feeling of plum blossoms winning snow.

"Twig, look at me."

The sound of the waves wept, tears slipped into the lips of the beauty, she approached the young man's ear, and blew like an orchid: "Send me back, if anyone asks about the wound on your head, say that it was cut by a branch." ”

After a long time, Si Wang's fingertips slipped off her face, helping her wipe away the blood marks by the way.

This night, Xiaozhi slept in the same room with the female teachers, listening to the sound of the waves outside the window, and silently chanted in his heart: "He is dead......