Song Xiang's childhood was actually quite ordinary, before going to kindergarten, he was burying mud figurines in the back garden with Jiang Ji, and after going to kindergarten, he carried a small schoolbag and Jiang Ji in the school every day to grab a bench, and he slept on his head during the lunch break.

After going to elementary school, Song Xiang's mother was promoted, and she was even busier, and occasionally when she had time to take care of her daughter, she had already found that the little girl was carrying a schoolbag and began to recite poems.

It was all ordinary before, except that there was a little less time for parents to spend with other children.

Song Xiang put Jiang Ji on the bed, cleaned up the quilt, helped her take off her shoes and socks, and wiped her hands and neck with hot water, so as not to sweat and feel uncomfortable, Jiang Ji didn't sleep, just stared at her like this, her cheeks were red, and her eyes wanted to cry or not.

"Don't be like this, do you have any sequelae of drinking?" Song Xiang said.

The second process began again, and Jiang Ji began to miss Bai Qing again.

All the things that I dare not miss when I am awake are buried in my heart at this time.

"Song Xiang" She stared at Song Xiang and shouted over and over again: "Song Xiang, Song Xiang, Song Fugui, Fuguier, Guige, Xiangxiang, Axiang... Song Xiang"

Song Xiang knew who she was shouting, she never called herself Ah Xiang, but every time she got drunk, she would add this title to the infinite loop, Jiang Ji was called Bai Qing Ah Zhai, but she didn't say it.

It was difficult for Song Xiang to understand how deep Jiang Ji's emotions were, she often regretted this inexplicable relationship, she wrote on the back of every letter sent to the camp that Jiang Ji was fine, and that side seemed to be at ease. Song Xiang doesn't know what is a pity between them, the relationship will be consumed, but the habit will not, for example, Jiang Ji will want to cover up and shout Ah Xiang, but he is actually shouting Bai Qing Ah Mansion over and over again, and for example, Bai Qing will exchange letters with Song Xiang, just to see that Jiang Ji is fine.

The two of them would make Jiang Ji think of the bright red.

Break the red skirt of her original definition of family or original life.

That summer, the cicadas outside were noisy and my ears hurt, and the camphor tree fell fruit, and the shriveled withered round fruit became bait for the soil in the middle of summer, waiting for it to come back to life and bloom into a small white flower the next year.

It may be that the gears of fate are turning, it was ridiculously hot that day, the air conditioner in Song Xiang's bedroom was still broken, she was covered in sweat, her small body was red from the heat, and the hair on the front and back of her forehead and neck was dripping. Looking down from the balcony of her house, the muddy puddle was full of dirty water, and the noisy crowd mixed with dirty words, not knowing what they were arguing about.

She walked to the staircase outside the door, where a cool breeze would blow through the door, and moved a small Mazha with a Chinese textbook in her hand. Song Xiang sat on the maza, holding a watermelon in her empty hand and gnawing on it, the red juice was all over her hands, she shook off the water stains when she threw the melon skin, accidentally stained the white short-sleeved shirt on her body, stared at the red juice on her chest, hesitated for half a second, and wiped the hem of her clothes into a ball, wiped the stickiness on her hands, wiped the corners of her mouth by the way, and simply took it off neatly and threw it in the laundry basket.

She went back to the bedroom and wore a vest with wide cuffs, and then sat back, the wind would pour in, and the hot body seemed to cool down for a while.

What was the red figure doing when she went up the stairs? She's reciting poems.

"As soon as you go to the high city, you will be sad, and the willows will be like Tingzhou."

As she stood there, the bright colors burst in on her own, the hem of her skirt fluttered like butterfly wings, her skirt had no threads, her long hair as bright as seaweed, swaying like waves and rippling layer by layer, and she said, "Hello." ”

Song Xiang said: "The clouds are sinking at the beginning of the day, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings. ”

She didn't see her mother hysterical, nor did she see her father feeling guilty, they were like a pair of building blocks that had been forcibly put together, seemingly inseparable, but in fact crumbling.

The woman's smoke was scattered, her red lips were closed one by one, and the ash was politely poked in the ashtray. No one in Song Xiang's house smoked, and the small round ashtray was brought by the woman herself.

Song Xiang leaned behind the door and watched the three of them sit opposite each other, the wind at the staircase poured up from behind, and the cicadas outside were still chirping and shouting, it didn't seem to be so hot at this time.

She heard her father say, "I'm doing something wrong." ”

Mom just called Song Xiang over, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were not lifeless, and her tone was cold: "Song Zhengze, you choose yourself." ”

Song Xiang watched her mother leave with her suitcase, and her father left with the red, she was still standing next to her mother's seat in the living room, a little distracted and a little cold. At this time, Jiang Ji broke her window and stuck her head out from next door: "Song Fugui'er, come out and play!" ”

"Bunny, you smashed someone's window again." Lao Jiang stomped his feet angrily behind.

Song Xiang seemed to hold a life-saving rope, she walked quickly to the window, the glass slag was trampled on, the glass slices made a wound on the instep of her feet, and the blood was densely out, Song Xiang was lying on the broken window, her hand pressed against the sharp window, it didn't hurt too much, she could pass from the balcony path, but she shouted to Jiang Ji: "Come and pick me up!" ”

At that time, she didn't know what she looked like, Jiang Ji looked at her, her face was full of tears, the blood from the palm of her hand fell down the edge of the window, and behind her was a piece of debris, like a girl imprisoned in Tenglou, wearing a fragile skirt, standing at the window and asking for help.

Jiang Ji didn't say anything that day, Lao Jiang was a rough man, holding Song Xiang's feet, carefully disinfecting and medicating, as serious as treating fragile cultural relics, before going to bed Lao Jiang said: "Parents can't choose, children don't need to bear the mistakes made by adults, your father just fell in love with someone else, and did not lose the right and obligation to be your father, and you must also allow your mother to be vulnerable at this time." ”

"As long as I am here, you are always welcome to come here, Jiang Ji is your sister, and her brother Jiang Huai and I will always be your family."

Unexpectedly, Song Xiang didn't have nightmares that day, she dreamed of the garden and the castle, like sleeping in a fairy tale. Song Xiang's parents left for two months, and the card they left behind would send money every month, and she still slept at home after that day, and went to call Jiang Ji to class as usual every day.

Song Xiang's seat is in the back row, close to the window of the aisle, through the window, she first sees the cement brick corridor, and then the top of the lush banyan tree, she once disliked this position, prefers the position on the other side, where the windowsill can shine in the sun, when there is wind, the heavy curtains will be blown up, the soft wind hits her face, she can squint slightly at the mulberry trees that bear fruit on the back mountain, which can make her have a hazy sense of a novel.

[I saw a flower in a book, but I knew that it was not my flower, but it just happened to pass its fragrance. 】

Song Xiang wrote this sentence on scratch paper.

When this happened to Song Xiang's family, it happened to be the third year of junior high school, and his studies were heavy, and the textbooks and materials could be built higher than half his body, and he memorized the peach blossom garden in the morning, wrote equations at noon, and read words at night. It was a rainy day when Song Xiang left the back desk, she didn't come in the morning, she went to the office in the afternoon, knocked on Song Xiang's window when she came out, she looked up at her, and the back table smiled and said, "I'm going to the north." ”

"Going to school?" Song Xiang asked.

The back table pinched Song Xiang's face: "Go earn money." ”

"But you're only 15 years old, what can you do?" Song Xiang was puzzled.

The back table opened his mouth and smiled, his eyes wet: "Someone has to bear the hardships of life, not everyone can be treated preferentially in the family." ”

Song Xiang lowered his eyes at that time and did not answer. The back table patted her on the head and finally said to leave.

"Eh, Chen Qin is leaving?"

Song Xiang was still immersed in the afterglow of leaving the back table, he was suddenly pushed by someone, he didn't react, he hit his head against the wall, and got a big bag when he boarded, Jiang Ji was startled, and stuffed the snacks in his hand into the table hole, rubbed Song Xiang's forehead, and said in his mouth: "Eh!" I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, how come you don't have bones! It doesn't hurt, my sister blows it for you. ”

Song Xiang's eyes were red and he shook his head. took her hand down, and only then did she escape the doom of being pressed and pressed by the wound, and it didn't hurt much when she hit it, but it was a little numb. "I'm fine, don't press it, the more you press it, the more it hurts. But ah, I seem to be hurting deeper. She said.

Jiang Ji clasped his hands together and apologized again and again: "Wrong, princess, you have a lot!" ”

"Alright, forgive you." Song Xiang said with a smile.

After coaxing for a while, Jiang Xi returned to his position, his butt was not yet hot, and he turned around again with a slap on his head: "I almost forgot, Chen Qin is really not coming?" ”

Chen Qin is the name of Song Xiang's back table, just said goodbye to her in front of the window, in the third year of junior high school, Chen Qin was the first student to drop out of school, her grades were not good, she was ordinary, and her family background was also very ordinary, Song Xiang always remembered Chen Qin's wet eyes just now, a little uncomfortable, and whispered back a river trace.

Jiang Ji crunched and ate potato chips, frowned and spoke: "Chen Qin is still so young, what can he do." ”

Song Xiang shook his head: "I don't know either." ”

Soon it rained heavily, Song Xiang looked out the window with her face propped up, the corridor was very quiet, only the high voice of the math teacher in the classroom, the fan above her head was squeaking, she saw the leaves falling on the playground, and she was a little distracted.

The corridor was drenched in a large area, and the wind blowing in was cool, and the cool breeze blew Shi Huan a little comfortably, she briefly thought of Chen Qin, the girl who seemed to be smiling all the time, she was only 15 years old, but she had to shoulder the difficulties that life had to do to her.

She thought of Chen Qin and said: Not everyone can be treated preferentially by the family

"Song Xiang!" The math teacher has a small voice, but her personality is cold, every time she calls someone, Song Xiang always has a sense of spontaneous fear, she hurriedly kicked off the chair and stood up, the chair feet made a long sound on the tiles, when she stood up, the table was pushed away by her big movements, Song Xiang put his hands at his side, and responded in a panic when he was frightened: "Ah! At! ”

Suddenly, the classroom burst into laughter.

Song Xiang lowered his head, the tips of his ears were red, and he didn't dare to speak, and the math teacher slapped the podium with a ruler to signal not to laugh: "There is an answer outside the window, so good-looking?" I've been staring at you several times! ”

She bit her lip and didn't speak, and the math teacher couldn't get angry when she looked at her with a quail look, and said: "The high school entrance examination is coming soon, a good high school is as important as a good university, it is a strong stroke in life, you talk about you, can your grades be admitted to the key points?" Does your state of mind reassure your parents? ”

"I know it's wrong." Song Xiang whispered.

The math teacher patted the table: "What did you do wrong?" ”

"You shouldn't be distracted in class." Song Xiang said.

The math teacher threw away the chalk, and his voice was a little weaker: "You are at fault for being sorry for yourself, and you wasted the youth that you should work hard at the best age." ”

Jiang Ji's eyes rolled, and he also stood up: "The teacher is right!" ”

Song Xiang was cold and indifferent for a long time, Jiang Ji still coaxed her, and changed the way to make Song Xiang smile, Jiang Ji finally had no choice, so he proposed to let Lao Jiang also find a woman, so that she and Song Xiang would have the same experience, maybe Song Xiang could feel better, Jiang Ji was almost beaten by Lao Jiang that night to break off the relationship.

"Fugui, my sister really can't think of it."

Bai Qing went to special training during that time, and when she came back, Jiang Ji hugged her and cried about Song Xiang, Bai Qing immediately took Song Xiang to the largest bungee jumping field in the suburbs, tied the rope and jumped down, she hugged Song Xiang and said: "If the rope breaks, I will die with you, so that there will be no loss." ”

Song Xiang didn't understand, Bai Qing held her in the air and dangled: "People are independent, and the fault of adults should not be borne by you." You should live your life well, you should see the wider world. ”

"The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings." Bai Qing's voice was very good: "The rain will stop, and the building will not collapse." ”

Song Xiang hugged her and cried, crying and saying that it hurts, the rope strangled her so much, the glass that day hurt so much on her feet, the wound on her hand hurt so much, she hurt everywhere.

Jiang Ji sat on it and cried, what was wrong with Song Xiang, none of her parents even thought about taking her away, leaving her in that house, facing the huge house alone, turning off the lights at night, she only occupied a small corner, and even the area covered by the moonlight was much larger than her.

Half a year after Song Xiang's parents came back, his father couldn't stand the pressure from his mother's side and broke off his passionate love.

Home is still home, it's just that there are more people.

Mother's requirements for Song Xiang are no longer limited to healthy growth, she began to pathologically ask Song Xiang to grow up according to her ideas, and after graduating from junior high school, she planned the road for the next forty years, she said that only she loves her.

Song Xiang was distracted at that time, thinking of the sentence that mother's love is fragile.

"Fugui'er~" Jiang Xi turned over and hugged her, like a dream: "Pat your head and pat your feet, pat the back of your hand and don't be scared." It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. ”

Song Xiang smiled, put the person back on the bed with difficulty, and whispered back to her: "Snoring and purring, I can't be scared." ”