"In the next life, I hope that you will climb Wushan to watch the clouds and rain, and you will smile when you enter the scenery.

In the next life, I wish you to pick fragrant grass in Lanze, and your hands are not as bright as your green silk.

In the next life, I would like to burn the green lantern with you and accompany the ancient Buddha, and recite the red dust heart in the deep Zen Temple.

In the next life, I would like you and me to drink the water of the Yangtze River together, and the cardamom tips on the clove branches. ”

Xu Wen looked at the classmates in her hand, looked at the acacia flowers flying outside the window, and in her classmates' records, but also in her heart,

On the page that belongs to me, I write such a sentence.

And the locust flowers outside the window fell and flew up with the wind, and his thoughts also drifted with the flowers.

We all know that there is no next life, self-comfort.

What is the meaning of love words, how to put pen is not right, and I lack your lifelong understanding.

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May 2016.

The early summer evening still carries the laziness of spring, and the breeze blows, blowing people softly.

in the classroom.

Although most of the fresh candidates have basically honed their concentration ability to sit firmly like a clock, they can still distinguish the so-called top students from the so-called school scum at once at the end of school time after the bell strikes at 5:10 in the evening.

Unfortunately, Xu Wen is the kind of scumbag.

Unfortunately, his class was notoriously chaotic.

For the end of class at 5:10 in the evening, most of his class didn't care. As long as the teacher is not there, there may be few people in his class who are in the classroom after the bell rings and the other class has just finished class.

The one who stays is the so-called scholar.

The radio began to play pop songs, and the top students silently packed up their things in the drawer, holding their chins to look at their notebooks and then at the boards.

She, who belongs to the above kind, has been taking notes, and her mind is only on the topic of the blackboard.

Occasionally, she would quietly take advantage of the time to turn around to get something, and glance at Xu Wen in the last row.

Looking at Xu Wen's head that had been lowered, looking at his slightly long hair, and his black-rimmed glasses.

Throughout the lesson, the boy sat with his head half-bowed, occasionally answering the soft laughter of his tablemates, or telling his table the plot of the novel under his desk.

Seeing that the corners of his mouth are always relaxed and chuckling, there is still no wave of light wind in his eyes.

Actually, she didn't know that Xu Wen would occasionally look at her.

It's just that neither of them knows.

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evening

The lazy sunlight shone down from the dim canopy, and shone lazily on the whole school.

Hundreds of stone steps are connected by locust flowers, occasionally interspersed with a few petals, covering the laziness of the sun.

On the small boulevard, the large stone steps cast different shapes of light, like cherry blossom petals in March.

There is a pleasant fragrance in the air, mixed with the smell of flowers, dust, and sweat, and it is ambiguously entangled.

A few white herons, hovering in the crooked river in front of the school, flew low, gently playing in the water, and purred lonely.

The sound stretched the summer far away, and it felt far, far away.

The summer solstice has not yet arrived.

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No wind will pass by, not even a white cloud, will look down.

The road flashed with students walking in a hurry, hanging their heads, looking at their long black shadows pulled by the sun, like a random life, being stretched at will.

No one spoke.

It seems that superfluous words seem so meaningless.

During this season, a dreary epidemic is like a plague.

"Hey, slut Xu!"

Fan Xue ran forward and touched Xu Wen's shoulder with a glass of cold mineral water in her hand.

In an instant, the cold feeling was meticulously transmitted throughout his body by his arms, like a slight summer breeze.

He flipped through the paper novel in his hand, turned around, took the cold water, gently uncovered it, and took a sip.

The throat is very well matched with the ups and downs.

"Is my water poisonous?! You drink water like this, it's better than a girl."

Fan Xue looked at Xu Wen, who was drinking water like this, and couldn't help but say with dissatisfaction.

Slut Xu is the nickname Fan Xue gave him, and the cause has long been lost.

I only know that since they are no longer at the same table, this nickname has existed.

This is the whole middle school period.

In the sun, the girl's skin is as clear as a blooming cherry blossom, as if it is transparent. Even the fine down hair is clearly visible.

Through the transparent mineral water bottle, her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

With bulging cheeks, it seems that she is also very cute.

Fan Xue stood still, just puffed out her cheeks and looked at him.

The world fell silent suddenly, and the most fragile strings in my heart were gently plucked, echoing around.

Xu Wen put away the mineral water, put the novel into his schoolbag, and looked at the rows of willow trees by the river, the water surface was sparkling upside down, and the green was like a sprout.

At this time, he found that Fan Xue next to him was staring at him, and the sun fell on her gray pupils, wanton and gentle.

Her cheeks were extraordinarily rosy in the sunlight.

"Let's go! Walking around the grove, you are about to graduate, and you may not see those tempting camellia plants in the future! ”

Xu Wen diverted the topic and didn't answer her question.

He stepped forward as if evading.

The wind whipped through her pink plaid shirt, slightly with loose sleeves, like a floating cloud.

Within a few minutes, heavy footsteps sounded behind me.

Xu Wen didn't look back, he knew that Fan Xue had caught up. At the same time, there was a clear and bitter sorrow in my heart.

He remembered the summary of the novel he had written in that diary three years earlier.

: If I like you, even if that flower is on that cliff, I will pick it for you.

If I like you, even if it is the end of the world, I will look for you.

It just so happens that I just like you.

———— snow

Unintentional actions, people with hearts.

Those words were seen by her. I can't talk about liking it, and I can't talk about liking it.

Perhaps, adolescent teenagers are so easy to be fascinated by some words!

Won't care about anything.

At that time, she was still wearing a pink plaid shirt, as clear and clean as the summer sun.

A ray of light fell from the top of his head, and the eyes were as bright as a star.

At that time, Xu Wen was thinking, maybe he had a family-like relationship, which was not bad.

Suddenly, it was as if the scent of jasmine was wafting around him......

A snowflake floated by, and in this way, Sagittarius Fan Xue also fell leisurely into his heart.

Since then, it has been three years.

Finally, in today's season of separation, it has become the most secret wound in my heart.

It's hard to talk about, or even touch.

The so-called early love in the world is nothing more than that!

"Slut Xu!"

Fan Xue, who caught up, was about to say something, but saw a sad face in the shadows, her mouth opened, and she still suppressed the words.

For some reason, the same emotions also spread in her heart.

Suddenly made her feel sad and distressed.

There was a slight wind blowing, and the willows were still again.

Fan Xue stepped on a long shadow and walked through the dense deep forest.

Walk up to his, next to him, and sit down.

From time to time, students who came to pick flowers greeted Xu Wen, and they called Lao Se in a strange voice from afar.

The exaggerated and cunning expression seemed to have discovered something wrong.

Xu Wen raised his head and responded to them with a smile, and when he met a good relationship, he would make a few gestures.

For example, the "Yiyou" whose original name was Zhang Qicheng and nicknamed Zhang Bacheng said, "Old Se, oops, it's good." Hey.

He would surely say: Die, dog man who makes me cry.

Zhang Ba said that he would smile more vigorously, his lips raised slightly, and he covered his stomach: Oops. I can't stand it!

Along the way, the voices of Xu Wen and other classmates ridiculing around and teasing came into Fan Xue's ears from time to time.

Although she had heard similar conversations countless times in the past three years, and had long been accustomed to all kinds of yin and yang weirdness between their boys, she still couldn't help frowning.

Thinking of the upcoming long separation and three years of fruitless early love, her heart felt even more uncomfortable.

Thinking like this, I inadvertently quickened my pace again.

She pretended not to hear, the wind blowing through her not-so-long hair and her plaid shirt.

Like slowly opening wings.

Her sorrow grew more abundant like a wing.

Three years, one thousand and ninety-five days, twenty-six thousand two hundred and eighty hours, one hundred and fifty-seven thousand eight hundred minutes.

Exhausted the most beautiful time of three years, to the person you love, and now, after only three years of ten years of agreement, you will be separated.

Come to an eventual end.

Thinking of this, Fan Xue's eyes moistened.

The evening light seems to be covered with sand,

The sharp and bitter pain in the depths of my heart struck like a tide again.

In the summer of graduation season, they finally stood at the first crossroads of their lives, and they also stood at their crossroads.

The thread connected to happiness is so slender, and the only time left, the time to peek at her (him), is so delicate.

With a slight touch, it breaks.

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By the time we reached the grove, it was already dark.

Dark red clouds brighten the sky in the distance.

The empty campus is becoming more and more empty and lonely.

Xu Wen and Fan Xue, who had caught up, walked two steps apart, one after the other on this familiar campus path, looking at the runway below, and touching the flowers at their fingertips.

Blossoms pass by.

It is the place where the students of the 10 classes of the third grade exercise in the morning exercise, and it is also the place where all the students take a walk after the evening self-study.

"You say, will we still do this?"

Fan Xue lowered her head, looked at her toes, and her fingers ran over the torsos of pine trees, leaving no traces.

As the sun set, the cool breeze of the summer solstice blew, and the thoughts of the two of them were drowned in the wind in an instant.

"Be realistic, never again."

Xu Wen turned his head slightly and looked at Fan Xue under the light

She still habitually scattered her hair, but today she pulled up one side of her hair and pinned it to the base of her ear.

The dim light reflected the ruddy and charming side of the face, and the eyes glowed like stars.

Before, he asked her to cut the sideburns on the side, which looked good.

She always refuses to agree, preferring to scatter.

Seeing this scene now, Xu Wen seemed to have a knife piercing the tip of his heart, and subconsciously pressed his chest with his hand.

Damn heartache, here it is again.

I shouldn't be! It's just a playhouse!

…………………………………！

On the playground, there are still debris left behind by the students' book-throwing movement, and the air is also filled with the smell of books.

Blown by the wind, debris fluttered like butterflies, and the bookish atmosphere became lighter and lighter.

The grass in the playground was already full of people.

The boy squatted on the ground and drew circles with small wooden sticks, and said a word without saying a word to a group of girls next to him.

The tone is very low, and it can also be transmitted through the air to the boundless sky.

"Oh, why are you here?"

Li Gaifeng greeted him from afar, and asked with a sly face.

Then he asked casually towards Xu Wen.

"Are you still lonely? Give me one. ”

"If you're talking about smoking, he's quit. All he didn't! ”

She knew him, a classmate, whose original name was Li Jianfeng.

So without waiting for Xu Wen to speak, Fan Xue on the side had already blurted out and answered instead of him.

That's true, I don't know when it started, maybe it started when Fan Xue knew that he could smoke.

She told him not to smoke.

Since then, he will no longer go to the toilet, will no longer go to a hidden place, and suck the so-called loneliness of their boys.

"Hey, I don't believe it."

Li Gaifeng squinted his eyes and glanced at Xu Wen, who nodded, and Li Gaifeng had no choice but to walk away.

From afar, Fan Xue saw Li Gaifeng leaning against a cherry blossom, with one hand in his trouser pocket, smoking lonely alone.

Smoke curled and obscured his face.

Lonely and lonely, like vines in the mountains, growing and climbing at will.

In his bones, there is a kind of vicissitudes that teenagers should not have.

Lonely!

She couldn't help but think of some words.

The mountains and rivers are harmonious, the drums are harmonious, the chess meets the opponent, and the dare to express the heart.

The action is clear about its meaning, but it is not said to know its heart.

There is a saying that wine meets a thousand confidants, the cup moves, and drunkenness has become a trend, but there are a few bosom friends in it.

The lonely man drinks to himself and sleeps on his pillow.

Yan is empty of wine, and the friendship is long.

Bo Yazi period, Jia has become a sentence.

My mind is hard to write.

Shenzhou has traveled all over the world, and there are few words.

Sadness is hard to drink.

The years and the time pass, the meaning and the sun.

Flowers are easy to grow old, and ambitions are hard to find.

When you want to hold a lonely heart, the bright moon is cloudy and difficult to clear when you want to hold a lonely heart?

The wine is sober, slightly cold, the shape is also single, and the shadow is only!

Probably, nothing more than that.