On the Monday of the second week, submit a diary.

Fan Xue and Gu Ting both made up a story, after all, writing is not their strong point.

After class, the teacher chose an essay to read as a model text, which was written by Xu Wen, the class leader.

In his composition, he wrote:

She was very much like the one I never forgot, always so quiet, like a seed accidentally shaken off by a dandelion.

When I saw her, my originally restless heart fell silent.

It was as if the whole world was left with only a slight gasp for her and me.

I often had the illusion that she was the embodiment of that person, and from the first time I saw her, I couldn't tell who was who.

This quiet and obedient girl with a sweet smile. I saw the stubbornness and strength in her bones, like a wild plant growing on the cliff, unruly, exuding a strange and mysterious fragrance.

It's so good for me to know such a girl, beautiful as a summer bubble, how touching it touches.

It was as if my heart was warmed up.

Teacher Yang read the entire diary aloud affectionately, and the classroom was very quiet.

A second later, there was a round of applause.

In this roaring voice, Fan Xue blushed again, and she buried her head deep in the book as if she was escaping.

It was as if the sun had suddenly sunk and a dark cloud was drifting in.

In the same class, the listener is intentional.

After Zhao Siqing listened, he looked at Xu Wen like that. I can't see feelings, I can't see changes.

But she:

"Xu Wen, I hope you're just on the spur of the moment.

You can fall in love with anyone, but I don't allow you to fall in love with Fan Xue.

I hate her, I hate and hate her. Fan Xue, I hate you for being so good! ”

…………………

On the other side, in the dim light, the light in the eyes of Serene disappeared, and everything was lost.

He looked back at Fan Xue, who had buried his head in the book, and his hands hidden under the table were finally clenched into fists.

Although the previous one her, he did not know who it was. However, he knew that the one behind Xu Wen's composition was Fan Xue.

is also the only Xu Wen, who will write all the exam essays and class diaries to her.

The man in his heart, snow.

The bottom of the peaceful heart, like the snowflakes, is so beautiful.

Hold it in the palm of your hand, tender like water.

Put it on the tip of your heart, and it's cold in an instant.

………………………………

As we enter April, the sun is getting stronger day by day.

The locust tree has regained its brilliance and is luxuriant and covers the entire school.

When you close your eyes, you can see the green canopy hovering overhead.

Fan Xue pressed the slightly thicker clothes to the bottom of the box and changed into cool summer clothes.

With short hair and a white dress, she looks like a gardenia blooming in summer.

Clear.

The air around her seemed to be filled with a faint mint aroma.

"Cher."

Gu Ting trotted up and chased after her, Fan Xue saw her and smiled lightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

On the other side, Zhao Siqing looked at her faintly.

In the early summer air, it seemed that the roar of a thunderstorm suddenly sounded, and a bird flew out of its heart, and its terrible cry cut the sky out of a transparent wound.

And at four or five o'clock, the sunlight reverses to a dark red.

Like dried blood, it freezes in the sky and can no longer flow back to the heart.

The days of summer are always endlessly long.

After school, Fan Xue said goodbye to Gu Ting at the school gate and went straight home.

Five minutes later, the minibus arrived, and she jumped into the car like a fawn.

It was a Friday, and most classes were dismissed after two classes in the afternoon.

Teacher Yang procrastinated because he came to an exam.

The carriage was empty, and she was the only one.

Fan Xue sat by the window and sat tiredly, sickly, not a little angry, looking thoughtfully at the houses, trees, and pedestrians pushing backwards outside the window.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as if she had discovered a new continent.

A figure dressed in white, yelling in despair as he ran.

He shuttled through the shadows of the pine trees like a cluster of jumping points of light.

Not far in front of the boys, there was also a figure running.

The peach-colored dress was blown by the wind, like a poppy flower of eerie beauty.

Xu Wen and Zhao Siqing!

At this moment, Xu Wenzheng took Zhao Siqing's note.

Didn't they break up? And, now, I'm his girlfriend!

Fan Xue thought of this, but her heart was extremely scared.

It didn't take long for the car to throw the two people, her friend, her lover, far away.

Until she couldn't see it anymore, Fan Xue still maintained a posture of turning her head.

She didn't come home on time that day, and she suddenly felt very sad.

Zhao Siqing, Xu Wen's face kept flickering in her mind, magnifying, hovering, like a nightmare, haunting her. Every slightest pain from them can make her fall into a complete collapse.

Walk down the street and look up at the endless lush greenery.

Tears of pain slipped silently. I can't go back to the bottom of my heart.

Fan Xue hadn't returned home yet, and it was already dark.

The moonlight is cool, and the heat of the day turns into a white mist, which evaporates from the ground and is then connected with the moonlight.

The world is in chaos. She looked at the moon, at the distance that she couldn't see clearly.

She started running.

I don't know how far she ran, but she finally stopped.

His chest rose and fell violently, and his face flushed, as if blood was oozing from every cell and pore.

How nice would it be if you died in the next second?

How nice would it be to lie in the arms of the person you love the most like Juliet, die beautifully, and become a fairy tale?

I want to be deaf,

Nothing can be heard.

I want to be blind,

Nothing to see.

I wish I didn't have a heart,

No heart, no lungs, no blood, no tears, no pain.

Fan Xue couldn't figure it out, obviously they hadn't been together for long, why her heart hurt so much.

"Fan Xue!?"

The voice came from the shadows of the walnut tree,

She wiped the tears from her face and looked over a little distractedly.

A vague figure came out of the shadows with a tinkling of its body.

In the dim light, his eyes were surprisingly bright, like a sparkling lake.

That little tear hemorrhoid was a drop of water overflowing. If you touch it, you will cry.

You are serene, serene!

"Xue, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

"Hehe, I'm going for a walk! Take a walk! ”

Fan Xue pretended to be relaxed and said.

"Oh, really?" Looking at the schoolbag she was carrying, An Serene asked in disbelief.

stopped beside Fan Xue and took out a cigarette from her bag.

Point it for yourself.

The smoke was thick and his face was hidden in the fog, no longer visible.

There is a smell of fresh cherries that permeates the freely flowing air.

Fan Xue felt very strange how a boy could smell of cherries. She looked at An Serene curiously, just in time to see the picture of him smoking, his eyes slightly raised, and he looked very happy.

Fan Xue's throat squirmed a few times, and she suddenly wanted to smoke and become bad. It seems that only then will you be completely liberated.

But Fan Xue also knew that the cherry smell on An Xiang's body, which was a cigarette called "520", was very fragrant.

"Smoke, is it good to smoke? Is it really that good to smoke? Just like us, we have been inhaling second-hand smoke, and even the people I like are second-hand! ”

Fan Xue suddenly thrashed An Serene and questioned him.

This is the first time in her life that Fan Xue has an aversion to smoking.

But today, when she inhales the cigarette into her lungs, she actually has a kind of trance pleasure.

"Snow, no." Tranquility extinguished the loneliness in his hands, and he didn't know how to say such a sentence well.

Fan Xue ignored him and continued to beat him.

Shaking Serene shoulders like crazy. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and the light shone like a diamond.

It took a long time for her to hang down her arms as if she was in collapse.

Looking at Fan Xue peacefully, he was distressed, he hugged the person in front of him tightly, and let her struggle.

Just now it was scattered in the air, and the cold smoke invaded all the way, and tears of pain flowed out.

Ann called again

"Cher."

Before he finished speaking, hot tears flowed out. In the summer air, it was as if it was suddenly snowing.

The serene heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and it hurt raw.

"Damn, mosquitoes got in my eyes." Serene comforted herself, and took the opportunity to wipe away the tears that were about to fall.

It was already dawn when Fan Xue returned home.

The sky was slightly white, and a few stars twinkled in the sky, as if they were in the last dying struggle.

"Why did you go and come back so late?"

Fan Xue's family suddenly stopped her, and it turned out that they were not asleep.

"Nothing." She replied coldly.

So desperate.

That night, the moon was big and bright.

The wind was blowing, and it was cold. Fan Xue still often dreams of him at night, as well as them when she was a child.

Under the walnut tree, she and An Seren sat on the tree watching the sunset, laughing and laughing.

Under the pine tree, she and Xu Wen stood under the tree, and he took the note, his heart aching.

Even if I woke up the next day, the pillow towel was already soaked with tears,

You might as well be a melancholy guest in the world, knowing what is going on in tears, and remembering her life in the sound of broken intestines.