If we forget how many years we have lived in this place, we can simply cut a tree, the one in the corner of the courtyard wall or the back of the house, and count the circles on it.

Trees remember many things.

Something else is remembered, but it's not reliable. For example, the road will lose people's footprints, it will branch, and it will lead people astray. Man himself forgets many people and things. When people really forget those people and things, who can people ask?

——Liu Liangcheng

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Everyone has their own fears. Maybe it's animals, like snakes, mice, dogs, cats; Maybe it's bugs, bugs of all kinds; Maybe it's the darkness, and it's really uncomfortable in those days when the power goes out; Maybe it's a thriller movie or story; Many, much more. Everyone has a lot of moments and things that are scared.

Shen Qingjia also has.

Shen Qingjia is still quite scared.

She was afraid of getting sick.

This is what she knows best when she grows up - being sick is really uncomfortable. When you grow up, you are sick and no longer like you were sick when you were a child, you are the most powerful princess, you can drink whatever you want, and you can eat whatever you want. Anyway, Mom and Dad won't have anything to do with you, but will try to achieve your wishes. Because you're sick, it's so uncomfortable. They all want you to feel a little better, so they feel better. But what about getting sick when you grow up? You are far away. Parents are in a distant hometown. You can't just lie down and think it's much better to eat ice cream. This is something that cannot happen again. You have to take care of yourself alone, and you have to not worry about them. In the face of a call from your parents, you can only say lightly, that you are sick. I've taken the medicine, and I'll be fine in a few days. No matter how uncomfortable you are, you can't just smile like you did when you were a kid - because you've grown up and know a lot of things, and you're no longer easily fooled, and you don't think about who you're going to fool.

Anyway, no matter who you lie, you can't get past yourself, because you're no longer a child.

Shen Qingjia is also afraid of forgetting. Perhaps forgetting is a more terrible thing than getting sick or cold.

What if one day you forget?

Perhaps for this reason, Shen Qingjia always believes that a good memory is better than a bad pen. She was willing to record more things, and she wrote down everything she felt she couldn't and shouldn't forget. Sometimes these things are as fine as the veins of a leaf, and sometimes they are as inconsequential as a speck of dust. But Shen Qingjia didn't want to forget.

Indeed, she has never forgotten it.

It's like she hasn't forgotten the flowers.

Flowers are good for her.

Even though those were once upon a time.

When Hua Bijin was a child, when he hadn't left Lianhuadu, he was really good to Shen Qingjia. Shen Qingjia remembers. At that time, Hua Yijin always liked to hold Shen Qingjia's hand, and she liked to take her hand to many places. Hua Nijin took Shen Qingjia to her living room to play, gave her the remote control and let her choose the TV show she wanted to watch, Hua Bijin always pulled Shen Qingjia to try on her new clothes together, and Hua Bijin always took care of Shen Qingjia as a sister. Although Shen Qingjia thinks that she is more like a sister in the back. Because she doesn't like to think too much more often than not—she usually has a habit of letting her family and friends arrange everything for her. Shen Qingjia naturally can't do anything for her, but Shen Qingjia needs to do a lot of things - she needs to be like an eldest sister, if you want to say that it is a little follower, it is probably right. In short, Shen Qingjia needs to help Hua Bijin do many trivial but necessary things like a maid, such as carrying a schoolbag and carrying a lunch box or sorting things. In short, Shen Qingjia needs to do those insignificant things, and she can understand her meaning with just a glance.

At that time, she thought that it was a tacit understanding, but later Shen Qingjia understood that this was not a tacit understanding. It's just habitual. Hua Yijin is used to Shen Qingjia helping her do things, and Shen Qingjia doesn't think there is any trouble with these, because she has also done some housework within her ability at home, which is really nothing particularly important. Shen Qingjia is used to tinkling around Hua Nijin like this, like a small bell, everywhere.

At that time, Shen Qingjia was happy, because she liked flowers.

At that time, Shen Qingjia had no regrets, because she had always regarded Hua Rujin as her best friend.

The flowers are very good to Shen Qingjia.

is so good that sometimes I have encountered the jealousy of my flowery sister Huayan. That was one of the few times Hua Bijin had the opportunity to see Hua Yan. Hua Yan was a few years older than them all at that time. Hua Yan's light face, the disdainful look that spreads out of the whole body. Hua Yan said to Shen Qingjia: "I really don't like you too much. But I won't remember you because you're so annoying. Shen Qingjia believed Hua Yan's words for a long time. Whoever made her really hasn't seen her since. Maybe it's because for Hua Yan, she really hates it. Therefore, Hua Yan never came to Lianhuadu again. They never saw each other again. Hua Yan went abroad. Shen Qingjia is still playing with Hua Rujin. Shen Qingjia had never told Bijin about her sister having spoken to her so unkindly.

It's not something to tie up. Shen Qingjia thought so.

Anyway, the people who accompany each other to the end in the end must be each other.

Hua Yijin once said that she wanted to be good to Shen Qingjia, and also said that she was Shen Qingjia's sister. also said that she would always protect Shen Qingjia. In fact, Hua Yijin did protect Shen Qingjia once.

For Shen Qingjia, even if she put aside the many previous times, she couldn't resist her gratitude to her this time.

Just for this, Shen Qingjia felt that he would always be good to the flowers.

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She has beautiful big curly hair, and it is also colored, probably called maroon, or brown. Shen Qingjia couldn't say it, anyway, her hair was very beautiful, like a waterfall. Every time she looked at the flowery shawl curls, Shen Qingjia felt that her hair was really too old-fashioned, as if she was a girl from a long time ago, and she was incompatible with this diverse world. Hua Yijin is wearing a black slim dress today, and her figure is too suitable for this kind of dress. It's perfect. "It feels so mature. Super feminine. Shen Qingjia thought in his heart.

Hua Bijin is 170 cm tall, weighs 45 kg, has white skin, long legs, big breasts, and is beautiful. Since middle school, there has been an endless stream of suitors.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingjia felt very incredible. Obviously, she and Hua Bijin stand together and feel like a sister and a younger sister. Although he looks good and his figure is normal, he feels that there is nothing worth saying about compared to Hua Nijin, after all, Hua Bijin's temperament is very sexy. No matter how Shen Qingjia dresses up, she feels like a young and beautiful girl. Shen Qingjia feels that she is the sister next door, and the flowers are different, she often exudes a seductive charm, which Shen Qingjia does not have. People who are familiar with these two good friends describe them like this: If you like cute Lori, then Shen Qingjia is very beautiful. If you like wild beauty, then Blossom is the place to be. In short, the beauty of the two has its own merits, and they are both beauties.

Shen Qingjia sometimes thinks that even if she and Hua Nijin are not good sisters for so many years, she will still think that Hua Bijin is very beautiful and is still a good person.

"So do we take the subway or the bus to school?" Hua Rujin asked Shen Qingjia.

"I can do it, how do you want to go to school?" Shen Qingjia asked.

"Then take the bus. Since the introduction of the subway, the two of us have hardly ever taken the bus. Why don't you miss getting off the bus on the first day of the new semester? Hua Bijin said.

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The most tiring thing about taking the bus is that there are no seats, but crowds.

The distance between individuals that are usually maintained when interacting with each other. This distance is affected by the emotional distance between individuals due to different compatibility relationships. Anthropologist Hall believes that "interpersonal distance" can be divided into four types. The first is intimate distance (0-18 inches), which is usually used between parents and children, lovers or lovers, where both partners can feel each other's scents, breathing, body temperature, and other intimate stimuli. The second is personal distance (1.5-4 feet), which is generally used between friends, when people speak softly and can perceive a lot of body language information. The third is social distancing (4-12 feet), which is used between individuals who have a public rather than a personal relationship, such as a superior-subordinate relationship, a customer-salesperson, a doctor-patient, etc. The fourth is public distancing (12-25 feet), which is used for formal interactions between individuals or between strangers, which have social standards or customs. Communication at this time is often one-way. In meters, the distance between strangers is 3 meters or more, the distance between other intimate people is within 0.5 meters, the personal distance is 0.5-1.5 meters, and the social distance is 1.5-3 meters.

But now everyone is rubbing shoulders at all, and clothes are sticking to clothes. Shen Qingjia didn't ask for a distance of three meters, thirty centimeters was fine.

But this shoe idea is simply a dream.

Shen Qingjia's face was a little ugly, and it was ugly with a capital letter.

Shen Qingjia doesn't like intimate contact with people very much, especially one-way.

Not to mention that it's still on the bus, with a whole bunch of strangers.

But the flowers around me didn't notice this.

The flower is as tall as a woman, her arms are longer than Shen Qingjia, and she stands steadily with the pull ring in her ears.

When I sit in the car, I habitually take out the player to listen to music, which is the habit of many people, and the same is true of flowers.

Shen Qingjia doesn't have such a habit, unless it's a last resort to divert his attention in the case of motion sickness.

"If you're not happy, you have to find a way to make yourself happy." "It's the same with you, no matter what happens, you must learn to enlighten yourself and not step into a bad circle. Because if you go into that bad circle, you can't get out again, and you're going to die. I left here just to keep myself from falling into this bad circle, and I didn't want to die. Shen Qingjia's mind suddenly kept echoing a woman's cold voice. She began to break out in a cold sweat. The breathing also became short. Obviously it was September, and there were still so many people in the carriage, but why did Shen Qingjia feel so cold.

The world is spinning.

Ears are buzzing and rumbling.

The hand that grabbed the pull tab gradually lost its strength.

But Shen Qingjia has been desperately persevering.

*

But in three or five seconds, Song Fusheng's mobile phone rang.

Song Fusheng's brows furrowed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment to pick up his phone. When the word Zhuang Zhou was displayed on the mobile phone screen, Song Fusheng's brows furrowed, thinking that his mother was coming to pick him up again. I don't think so. Song Fusheng immediately pressed the answer button.

"Zhuang Zhou." Song Fusheng said hello.

"Classmate Song Fusheng, why are you so slow? You're answering the phone today 35 seconds slower than your last call. Zhuang Zhou deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Really? You're so sorry. That's what you're talking about. When I'm done, I'll hang up. Song Fusheng had a smile on his face.

"Don't. Why didn't you wait for me after school today? I don't see you! Zhuang Zhou said.

"Didn't you go first?" Song Fusheng really didn't understand. Zhuang Zhou himself said that the family was in a hurry to leave beforehand, why did he not wait for him now? "You're at school now?" Song Fusheng asked again.

"Oh. Also, I forgot. I'm back to school after I'm busy with my family. If you go back, forget it. I'll see you tomorrow. Classes are in place tomorrow. If Song Fusheng hadn't mentioned it, Zhuang Zhou really wouldn't have remembered that he had said such an excuse to Song Fusheng. It's so dangerous.

"I just got out of school. If you're ready to go, come right now, I'll be waiting for you at the school gate. Song Fusheng said.

"Wow! Really fake! Song Fusheng, don't you miss me too much! You're still waiting for me at school. I was so impressed! As a token of appreciation, please accept my gratitude later, and I want to give you a loving one-" "Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey! Really, people haven't finished their words yet, Song Fusheng, you are really not righteous enough! It's rare that people want to give you a kiss of love. "Tut-tut" Zhuang Zhou complained while walking alone, but there was a full smile on his face. It felt really nice to have someone waiting.

Song Fusheng's face here is not so good-looking.

I have known Zhuang Zhou for so many years, and it can be described as the friendship of wearing the same pair of pants. As long as there is a place where Song Fusheng is born, Zhuang Zhou will definitely not be absent. Although the two of them are not biological brothers, their relationship is really super good, they have always been together, although they are not blood brothers, but their feelings are not inferior to those brothers. It can even be said that compared with other relatives and others, Song Fusheng cares more about Zhuang Zhou, a good friend who is not related by blood.