Xu Qing had already learned that his father was going to remarry, and had already scheduled the wedding to be held in the United States, and when Xu Qing came back, he began to prepare for immigration. In other words, Xu Qing will also go to the United States to study.

There was no farewell link, and she was directly picked up by a luxury car. And I want to go back to my life without her, I was just a young man full of curiosity about society. I don't know if I like music or literature, or the scenery of the journey. These answers will take time to find, and I just hope to grow up quickly.

It's just that I will thank her for this experience in the days to come. I didn't move her things in the room, but there was an extra group photo with Xu Qing written on the back.

My sister stayed with me, in fact, she saw all this, and it was also the fireworks rain she helped me prepare. It's just that who wasn't so stubborn when she was young, she liked it but wanted to say she hated it, she once thought that she could last a long time when she was far away and near, but who knew that she quietly deviated from the trajectory.

My sister said that when it is difficult to get out of a sad memory, the best way to heal is to keep yourself busy, and only in this way can you numb yourself. You just need to know that after hard work, you have the capital to call that memory beautiful. At that moment, I believed that my sister was a person with a story.

It's the same classroom, but when you look around, you can only see the scenery outside the window. We didn't leave any contact information, and we could only communicate from memories because we were afraid to disturb us.

My sister took me to see Jay Chou's concert on the weekend, although she likes Soda Green and I like Xu Song, but Jay Chou's songs have indeed accompanied us for many years.

The lyrics say, "I want to hold your hand like this and not let go, can love be pure forever without sorrow", but unfortunately I am not ready to hold your hand and walk all the way.

It is said that meeting the right person at the wrong time is equally sad as meeting the wrong person at the right time. I think if I ever have a chance to meet you in the future, I'll hold on to it.

Now like many people, I'm quietly eating breakfast, quietly playing the guitar, quietly reading a book, and I occasionally remember, what are you doing?

It's hard for everyone to avoid going through times of great sadness, and I didn't understand why some people who fall out of love can cause their grades to plummet, and their personalities change so quickly.

Until that day, I understood that feeling, because I couldn't let go. So how to hide your heart is the most direct solution, such as watching comedy, flipping through magazines, and remembering to go to bed early.

The day of the return day soon came, and I looked at her room as if she had always had her breath, in the kitchen, in the living room, on the balcony, and on the staircase.

I closed the door with my luggage on my back and was finally going home.

When you stay in a city for a long time and leave, you will have an inexplicable sadness, because of people and things, and it is better not because you want to say goodbye forever.

I happened to meet Joey at the bus at the school gate, and she was the same road as me.

She greeted me warmly, "What a coincidence, I met you again." ”

My low answer seemed rude, but so what?

"Hmm!"

"Who is this?"

She looked my sister up and down and asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm her sister."

My sister replied briskly and then stretched out her hand to shake her hand, probably an occupational disease, and how many people will do this when they meet now.

I don't know what they were talking about, I just leaned against the cold window and watched the city come and go. Life is like a reverse journey, you and I are both pedestrians.

I don't remember when she got off the bus, in fact, I don't know how there are so many coincidences in life, but someone did it on purpose.

The word tiring is not at all true, but I was already tired after 4 hours on the train.

When I returned home, the first thing I saw was my mother, who hugged me like a long-lost son.

My father was sitting on the couch and reading a book, the kind of classical literature I didn't really like, and I always found obscure.

"I'm back." He still had a faint tone, without the slightest warmth.

I saw that his face was not as rosy as it used to be, and his hair was gray, so he had white hair.

"Well, I'm back." I replied as coldly as he did.

"Ayu, come over and help your mother fold the quilt and clean your room."

"Well, here we are."

My sister quickly put down what she was doing and walked towards the place where the sound came from, they must have wanted to give us a chance to be alone!

"It's hard to feel good!" He closed the book and placed it on his lap, finally turning his eyes on me.

I know what he said, "It's okay! ”

"It's easy to like someone, but it's hard to stay together."

His words are actually asking me not to get too caught up in them, and missing one doesn't mean that I won't be able to meet the next one again.

"Yes, it's better to miss each other than to see each other."

He nodded his head, as if to say that you have grown up, you understand.

"Let's go to your alma mater."

He has always known that I have a special affection for my alma mater because I have been here for the longest time and have met teachers who have helped me a lot in my life.

The day I went to school coincided with the holiday period, and the buildings were already empty, and occasionally a few students from the dormitory walked by, and they were still full of youthful vitality.

This is the place where I have been for six years, but people go to the tea and the building is empty. Someone will fill every classroom with new people, laughing and reading aloud.

This campus has never lacked companions, but only people who can be with them for a long time. The grape trellis at the back of the building is still so green, as if it will never grow old. The botanical garden is overgrown with weeds due to lack of management, and the plastic runway is covered with pale yellow leaves. The admission list is still the name of our class, and I see the place of friends here, south, south, west, and north, all in self-evident.

Standing on the flag-raising platform where the red flag flutters in the wind, looking down, it seems that you can see the immature self back then. There have been many mornings when the national anthem sounded, the oath echoed here, and the crowd dispersed here.

The cafeteria, which I don't recall, has also changed to my aunt and uncle, and the noodles here have also changed, but you can also add green onions and chili powder at will. In the same position, I sat down quietly, eating noodles, remembering the picture of staying with so-and-so until class, and then arriving late one after the other.

The familiar court hasn't been renovated yet, and a few of the frames have been scratched by the dunker, and now, I'm finally back, for better or worse.

It's just that at that time, the school was still an empty city, and the photos of my class on the walls were blurred, and walking on the track where I had spent countless nights, I couldn't see how lonely I was behind me, and the troubles of growing up.

I'm not the only one who misses me, I met friends I haven't seen for many years here, and I met up in a quiet bubble tea shop afterwards.

He said: "I heard that your boy has a very punctual girl, unlike my old bachelor." ”

I smiled and said, "Divided." ”

It's hard to guess how I felt when I said this, but I guess it's more of a relief.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to mention your sadness, are you okay?"

He immediately wanted to punish himself with a glass to apologize, but unfortunately there was no wine here, and he could only replace the wine with tea.

"Nothing, what should come is always coming."

In fact, I indirectly give some comfort to those who claim to be failures, and I like this feeling. Isn't it a good thing that my pain brings happiness.

That winter vacation, I picked up the books I didn't like to read before, ran in the sunset, and looked at the stars in the middle of the night.

Pack up your mood and get ready, someone once said that time can heal all scars, if not, it must not be long enough.