From the first day of November 2003, although it was getting darker and earlier every day, Wen Yu felt that the time when there was sun became extraordinarily long.

He prayed every day for the dead girl, but he never saw her through the window again.

He began to read more miscellaneous magazines, and he also began to try his hand at writing short stories, and mailed the manuscript to the address in the magazine. Soon after, a very popular magazine wanted to sign a contract with him as a professional writer, but he was directly ignored by him as a deceptive carving insect skill. Wen Yu writes because this is the best way to pass the time at school. A story begins early in the morning, and by the end of the day it has already darkened. Many years later, he learned that the editor-in-chief who wrote him the invitation letter at that time had become the head of Chinese horror literature, and he somewhat regretted that he had missed a good opportunity in his life. But being young is being young, and what you can regret is only what you can see in the many good opportunities you missed.

After school, he stays at home, staring at the computer screen in a daze or dozing off without writing a novel.

Awakened. He felt his throat as if he had been burned by the flames of his dream, and quickly grabbed the water cup next to the computer desk, and his heart fluttered even more violently with the cold vapor of the cold water, as if the water droplets rattling on the stove. Get up and open the window on the first floor of the bedroom, and put your hands on the window grilles that reflect the white moonlight to cool yourself. In a few moments, two large holes opened in the window, and water flowed down the lower edge, looking like the face of an innocent soul, with no pupils to focus on, but helpless tears.

He still remembered the girl who jumped off the building, and at this moment it seemed that she was standing outside through the window and wanted to complain.

The left eye can never see the right eye, and I don't know how to comfort, but only cry.

The phone rang suddenly, and the blue screen showed that the time was two o'clock in the morning.

"Wen Yu, can you hear me?" A very low voice.

He could only tell it was a girl, but the voice was very familiar, "What's the matter so late?" ”

"Ahh Do you hear it's me? Meng Meng's grinning voice immediately came from there, and he no longer lowered his voice.

"Please, it's two o'clock in the night." After playing a little trick, he finally heard Meng Meng's voice.

"En,......" Meng Meng listened to the lukewarm tone, but he didn't know what to say. Perhaps in her design, Wen Yu should be woken up from her sleep, pick up the phone in a daze, first consume the remaining active brain cells at midnight to guess who it is, and then ask the purpose of the call either excitedly or angrily.

"I can't sleep and want to call you!" Meng Meng jumped directly to the next step in a straightforward tone, as if he wanted to regain the initiative.

"Got into a worse fight with your boyfriend, right?" As soon as his words fell, there was no response in the earpiece, and after a while, a busy sound sounded.

Meng Meng was shocked, stretched out his hand and hung up the phone. Turning on the lamp at the head of the bed, she still felt dizzy in the light - the communication she had just had with him was not through radio waves, but he sat at the desk next to her bed with a blank face, tilting his head to ask her while flipping through Ning Chi's latest letter. Maybe she wanted to talk to him about the things in the class, and then lightly drew out the emotional instability of He Ning Chi, seeking some enlightenment, and by the way, probing his reaction.

Wen Yu put down the phone, he was completely sleepless this night, and he was still thinking about the true intention of Meng Meng's call. In the past, a girl called him very late, and after chatting a few words, she began to cry about her parents' emotional discord, and after asking for sympathy, she confessed that she had always liked herself. But this experience does not infer that Meng Meng likes him, because what she wants to confide in herself is her emotional entanglement with another boy.

Many years later, Meng Meng often mentioned to her best friend that Wen Yu gave her her first birthday.

It was the weekend, and the first heavy snow fell in the northern city.

Meng Meng got up early after a good night's sleep, and when she got out of the bedroom, she found that her parents had gone to her furniture factory early. On the dining table in the living room were fried steamed buns and buckets of milk, and a small red note was pressed underneath: "Happy birthday, eat breakfast by yourself first, and bring you a cake when I come back." "It's my birthday! As soon as autumn entered Pingsuri, Meng Meng began to plan how to spend his birthday near the end of the year.

Since junior high school, she has been accompanied by three boys on each of her three birthdays, running around outside, playing like crazy, and not coming home until the evening.

Meng Meng took out his mobile phone and saw that dozens of text messages were densely packed in, all of which were sent by girls, and there were also many boys who were hypocritical or sensual in greetings, and there were several jokes that were similar. She regretted that he didn't appear in it, and after thinking about it for a while, she reacted, and hurriedly pulled "Wen Yu" out of the blacklist, and continued to look through it, but there was still no information about Wen Yu. Ning Chi didn't contact her, and when he was still her friend last year, he started to make all kinds of birthday celebration suggestions a week in advance, and even put latte art on the door of the classroom.

She suddenly felt very lost, ate a few bites of breakfast, and prepared to go to the mall by herself. Since I was in high school, I have paid attention to dressing up, wearing a layer of moisturizing gel, and drawing a few lip gloss, and I seem to be much more energetic. Before going out, she punched the stuffed pig on the shoe rack: "Nasty! That was Ning Chi's birthday present to her last year.

When going down the stairs, Ning Chi's text message finally came in, "I have to accompany my grandmother to the grave, I can't go to you." Happy birthday! After reading the text message, Meng Meng's eyes suddenly became sour, and he felt that his throat was pinched. Grave? Is it the grave of the elderly, or the grave of love? She wanted to call back and shouted at the other party: "Ning Chi you bastard, we're done!" "But my fingers couldn't press the launch button too hard.

As soon as he left the porch, Meng Meng was stunned. A boy dressed in black stood far away in the garden downstairs, standing out in the pure white, and the snow under his feet was already full of dense cigarette butts.

When he saw Meng Meng coming out, he didn't go over, and gave a faint smile. She was sure that the smile was definitely above zero degrees Celsius, even close to human temperature. Meng Meng didn't know whether to go over or not, and stood there in a daze, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, "Hey, why are you here?" ”

"It's your birthday." He turned his face, and a sigh of air came out of his nostrils and mouth at the same time, like a kettle that had just come out of the stove, and his cheeks were frozen in a thin layer of hoarfrost, and his eyebrows were already quite happy to hang white ice ballast, if he said that he would come and stuff the children with Christmas presents in their socks, it would be more or less similar.

"How do you know I'm on my birthday today?" Meng Meng's voice trembled a little. It stands to reason that it should be normal for a boy to know her birthday, but after all, the other party is an ice cube superman, and the temperature of ice can rise from minus 100 degrees to minus 10 degrees, but even if it is minus 1 degree, he is ice after all.

"How do you know......" She laughed again, then choked up.

"Hey, hey," he interrupted, feigning impatience, not really wanting to see her cry, "if that's not the case, why did you call me in the middle of the night and couldn't tell why." ”

There was a very shrewd look on his face, and Meng Meng knew that he had indeed misunderstood: he quarreled with his boyfriend so no one gave him a birthday, and he moved around and finally called him for help, which should be his inference. In fact, Meng Meng actually forgot all about his birthday, and when he said this, his face turned red. Maybe he forgot his birthday, but subconsciously wanted to call him on this day, and it would be too bad if he mistook it for that.

"How do you know my home is here?" Meng Meng felt that the phantom boy opposite him was becoming more and more dizzy.

"I called the homeroom teacher and asked." He raised his hand and bent his middle three fingers, and made a gesture of making a phone call, which made Meng Meng's heart tense.

"What do you mean...... The second half of the night? ”

"I don't dare to call people in the middle of the night, but this morning woke up the head teacher and his rare lazy sleep."

"You! ......" Meng Meng just wanted to be disgusted, looking at him frowning, sticking out his tongue, looking like "I don't go to hell, who will go to hell", he couldn't help laughing, "If you come and don't call me, if I go out early in the morning, don't you have to wait in vain, is it possible that you have to stand in the ice and snow for a day?" Meng Meng suddenly felt a little distressed, Wen Yu may have called, but his number, as the only one in the blacklist, could only answer the phone, and he couldn't call at all. However, he still managed to come to her, whether out of righteousness or to see her pitiful.

"You can't be ahead of me," he approached confidently, took out a palm-sized wooden box from his arms with a frozen stiff hand, and handed it to Meng Meng, "I also saw the moon on the way here, but I was afraid that you would go out with your boyfriend, so I waited for you here early, fortunately I didn't bump into him, or it would be embarrassing." ”

"Are you really here for my birthday?" Meng Meng lowered her head and fiddled with the box, for fear that he would see her satisfied smirk, and at a certain moment, she felt that everything she was doubting and expecting became clear. But when she looked up again, the other person had already swayed out for dozens of steps, and the lack of sleep and stiffness made his walking posture a little awkward, Meng Meng looked at his eyes and became wet again, "Hey, you go to my house first to warm up!" ”

He didn't look back, only stretched out his right hand and shook it, didn't say a word, walked away, disappeared, and Meng Meng was left standing there covering the box in his hand warmly.

Completely dispelling the idea of shopping, Meng Meng returned home and lay on the bed, pointing his finger at the wooden box and muttering to himself: "Fool, if you ask me to go out to play, I will agree." After waiting for hours, is it just to give me a gift and then walk away? Thinking about the nickname of "Ice Cube Superman" and the way he walked just now, he couldn't help but smirk: "The face is cold, the nickname is also cold, and after freezing for a long time, it becomes a real ice cube...... Deserve! After laughing, she couldn't help sighing, she never thought that such an important birthday would be like this, but the ice kept melting and rising, and it had become a furnace at minus 50 degrees, warming Meng Meng's hands and her heart.

What will he give, a necklace, an electronic watch, or what? Meng Meng guessed for a while, and then gently opened the lid, there was still a black velvet bag inside, and her mouth trembled, and a shiny little object fell on the bed, which instantly brightened her eyes, Swarovski's crystal bear head flower.

When Meng Meng went to the mall and saw this valuable head flower, he was instantly thrilled - the crystal clear cut crystal and the bright metal bezel setting are his own aesthetic concepts. But she is usually lavish, and that little pocket money is far from enough, so she only goes to see it every time. She had only mentioned the head flower in general terms with a few girlfriends in junior high school, and even Ning Chi didn't know. And how did he know?

Meng Meng fell into a dizziness for the third time, maybe he really had a special ability to read her clearly. She carefully put the hair flower back into the velvet bag, packed it in a box, put it into her coat, and went out. Meng Meng went directly to the mall to find the store at that time, but found that the store had changed hands. She was not reconciled, and in one breath she went through all the Swarovski stores in Beicheng that she knew, and the reply she got was that this crystal had been withdrawn from the cabinet the year before.

Could it be that he stalked a girl he didn't know three years ago, and secretly bought this head flower, and then calculated that the two would enter a high school, be assigned to a class, sit together and stiffen for half a year, and then give it to her?

Strange boys, it's really weird.

It was already evening when I got home, and my parents had prepared a table of meals and put cakes on the table. After eating the birthday banquet and coping with a few words, Meng Meng hid back in the bedroom and lay on the bed and rang his mobile phone. The chaotic rock of the Tang Dynasty band came from inside, but no one answered. Redial it again, and another ringtone came, which was Qi Qin's "Wolf".

After connecting, it was his lazy voice: "Like it." ”

"Hehe, I like it. ......" Meng Meng deliberately stretched out his voice, and paused again, "Quickly tell me where you got it, this head flower is out of print......"

"If you like it." There was the sound of him covering his mouth and yawning.

"You gotta tell me, how did you know I was going to like it?" Meng Meng held the phone in his hand, turned around with a smile, and lay on his back on the bed, looking at the ceiling and feeling whiter than usual.

"I went to the morning market, I thought this box was good, and the proprietress saw me pleasing to the eye and knew that I was going to find a girl, so she took an outdated second-hand flower for nothing...... Well, yes, I'm going to correct you a little, that hair flower is not out of print, but outdated ......"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Meng was already laughing: "Stingy ghost, then don't expect me to buy the pearls!" ”

"Oh, not really. This also shows who is stingy. He doesn't talk much on weekdays, but as long as he speaks, he can always give witty and wise answers, which makes Meng Meng happy: "Tell me honestly, how did you know that I liked this head flower before?" ”

"I just guess you'll like it, and it's a lot cheaper to say it's a lot cheaper. Have fun going out today? Hearing that Meng Meng didn't agree, he said lightly: "If you are lying on the bed, make a wish to the light bulb on the ceiling." ”

"Nasty! ......" put down the phone, Meng Meng shouted at the ceiling, "Wen Yu, are you a god!" Frightened, the parents outside the house were shocked.

Early in the morning, Meng Meng got up, opened the mailbox of his mobile phone, and a new message that seemed to have been lost for a long time jumped: "Sixteen years old is the most memorable good time for girls, not so naïve, and they don't need to be mature." If this message is not blocked, then it will be wonderful to be happy again from today. She pursed her lips and laughed, suddenly saddening that she might have missed a lot of messages from him.

It's a quiet winter day with snow all over the ground. Meng Meng plugged in the headphones all the way, staggered to school, and as soon as she walked into the classroom, she saw Zhao Yeye use all her strength to push a frozen window open a crack, and beckoned her over, "Look if that person is Wen Yu?" ”

In the thick snow on the playground, a lonely boy in black clothes was standing alone, and he was enthusiastically holding out a snowball and throwing it at a telephone pole twenty meters away.

"Anyone else but him is standing outside stupidly at this time. How old are you still playing in the snow, really! Meng Meng came over and lay on the windowsill, with a crystal smile in his eyes.

"Meng Meng, you have to tell me the truth this time, you like him, don't you?" Zhao Yeye grinned and smirked.

"I like him!?" Meng Meng hurriedly coughed, feeling the cold wind sneaking in through the crack in the window to blow his face red all of a sudden, "I like the probability of him hitting the telephone pole is the same." ”

As he spoke, a snowball hit a telephone pole, scattering into a cloud of white smoke.

He looked up at the window from afar, and he didn't know who he saw.

Zhao Yeye hurriedly closed the window, and was dumbfounded: "I heard that his ears are very sensitive, I'm afraid that we will all hear bad things about him in class." ”

What's more, he always told jokes to Zhuang Xiaopang when he first started school. Zhuang Xiaopang once asked him where he got so many jokes, and he actually said that he was listening to the rat and Jin Ting in class, one in the first row and the other in the last row, ten meters away! ”

"He is a maverick in everything he does." Meng Meng remembered seeing him for the first time in military training, and used to disdainfully use the word "maverick" to describe him, but by this time the same word came out of his mouth, and the taste had changed.

"Yes, I feel like I'm scared of him when I talk to him, as if I've already figured out what you're thinking, what you're going to say, and what you're going to hear...... There was a huge black shadow behind him! Zhao Yeye tendoned his nose, opened his ten fingers, stuck out his tongue and made a grimace.

Meng Meng also burst out laughing after hearing this, "He's just inexplicable!" "Inexplicable" was the second label Meng Meng gave him, and she suddenly remembered when he threw away his mobile phone, if he threw away the mobile phone at that time because he was jealous......

Meng Meng's heart was pounding, and he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"But, seriously, Wen Yu is actually quite good in junior high school, and several of my classmates like him, not to mention his own class. So, it's normal for you to like him. Zhao Yeye recalled seriously.

"But why did he come to Peking High School?" Meng Meng never understood this question, but she realized that she actually hoped to meet Wen Yu here.