Lu Wanting slowly picked up a piece of paper sandwiched in the diary, like a page torn from a magazine, wrinkled and old, she couldn't believe her eyes, she had definitely seen this article before. She whispered the black lead letters on it:

The dusk of memory swayed in the humid air, and the clouds dyed orange on the horizon dotted the surrounding tranquility with a gentle brush. The delicate dandelions leaned quietly against the afterglow, and the setting sun gilded each of their tiny hairs into golden, shining with dazzling dreamlike light under the sky.

The wind blows, and the dandelion seeds finally break away from the boring branches and fly into the unknown distance, imagining what a certain inch of soil will be fragrant in the future.

The dreary July wraps itself in the branches and pours down to form black shadows. They passed by the barren fields of singing, swept past countless huge green leaves, and listened to the cheerful singing of birds. The electromagnetic waves of sweetness, pain and sadness that carry those bearers rush around them, like strings of notes of different lengths that completely penetrate every corner of the world.

Everything is changing here, except for the large, serene sky overhead. The ignorance and frivolity that contain them are like a giant blue signpost in a labyrinth, instructing them to find new hope.

In the steaming wind, those weak seeds wander tirelessly, without direction and without care. When passing by his ears, the sound of hula hula is not that they flap their wings bravely, tough and free, like his rhythmic breathing.

In the summer of my freshman year of high school, for the first time, he held my wrist and squeezed past a crowd of noisy students, looking for our place in the placement list posted on the wall. That night, I wrote the above paragraph in my journal.

He said that only by believing in flying can you have wings.

He said that we, like dandelions, have to return the whole sky with flying.

The wind was particularly strong, his voice was gradually carried away, and the white dandelions suddenly rolled up in front of me, and I seemed to have witnessed a fluttering snow in the sunshine, and the lingering dazzling white was the coldest in my memory. Suddenly, the whistle of a train pierced the sky, and I opened my eyes suddenly, surrounded by endless blackness, and the sound of the second hand sliding through the murky night cut through the void in my mind.

He was gone, as if he had taken everything about him with him. And the moment he got on the train, I sat in the empty room, unaware of his whereabouts. I just remember last night's dream, he cried quietly in front of me.

Later, I went to the train station and stood on the platform where he might have stood. The three years of high school seemed to be faster than the speed of a train, and I gradually lost sight of him, and the night before we were still toasting and cheering, today I am surrounded by a sense of loss.

He's going abroad, I know, I know it. This news that he had been hiding from me was swept into the wheels of the train, and then it was pressed deep into the tracks, seeping into the soil, seeping into the center of the earth.

He has never been so strange to me now, the face that was familiar to me a few weeks ago when I close my eyes is like a shoddy picture, blurred facial features, grabbed in my hands and torn by the wind, we are so close, so far away.

I always remember you deliberately staying up late one afternoon after school and taking me up to the top of the school building. At that time, it was the season when dandelions were all over the campus, and we stood straight in the harsh sunlight, and the beautiful dandelions dotted the whole sky with their thin bodies, as if they were about to merge with the air, and we were fascinated.

Only by believing in flying can we have wings, we are like dandelions, we all need to fly to repay the whole sky. He said. Above his head was a blood-red sky. If we were holding a glowing sword instead of a strawberry ice bully that was about to melt, the scene would have the pathos of the heroes of the movie.

What's even more rare is that after he said those words, the ice bully in my hand slammed to the ground, and we laughed uncontrollably, and we laughed out loud and burst into tears. I shouted to your love, Lao Tzu didn't believe it, but who knew that he recruited security guards.

It wasn't until I was overwhelmed by the school security guard yelling downstairs that he pulled me downstairs and rushed downstairs. You say, don't be afraid, I'll stand in your way.

Actually, but I'm not afraid anymore, listening to your rhythmic breathing, the same as when you took my hand through the crowd on the first day of high school. Moreover, I really wanted to hold your hand like this and never let go. I firmly believe that you will bring me to the best place in the world.

After coming out of school, he took me to eat Malatang, he knew that I was out of love, he smiled and said, if you cry, you won't be found, others think it's spicy tears. Later, I really couldn't help crying, but he put away his previous laughter and told me seriously that people are originally lonely, but sometimes happiness surrounds you and makes you have illusions.

Such a boy who taught me to grow and be strong, who gave me safety and warmth, has suddenly disappeared from life, quietly.

However, I never doubted his choice, after all, growing up is a human thing. It was his departure that taught me that. I won't be alone with him, and I'll get used to it without him.

I put my dreams in dandelions, let them drift across the ocean to his window, tell him about the time we used to, tell him I'm no longer a crybaby, tell him I'll try to fly like him. Did he see it?

Although dandelions cast a lonely shadow between heaven and earth, since they chose to fly, they should not be sad. Behind them, a colorful sky.

After reading it, she searched her mind for the fragmentary memories of this article, and she remembered that one day during the summer vacation of her junior year of high school, she went to a newsstand in front of the community to buy a magazine, which was her favorite semi-monthly magazine in high school, mainly containing some novels and poems that met the tastes of teenagers, and she was deeply impressed by this article in the issue with the theme of "separation".

I didn't expect this article to be written by Qiang Wei, it turned out that they had met a few years ago with words as an opportunity, and now, she who is still living a good life and she who has long passed away from this world met again because of the same man.

She sighed and was curious about the content of the article, it seemed that Qiang Wei and a certain boy were classmates in high school for three years, and the relationship was also very good, and after graduating from high school, the boy went to study abroad. She was shocked, Qiang Wei's "he" should not be Chen Bowen, she remembered that when she was chatting with her grandmother at home, she had heard her grandmother say that he had gone to the United States to study.

Her mood was excited, and she finally caught some shadows about him in this diary. She took a large sip of her latte from her cup and continued to look through it, but there was no clear record of him later, and as the number of pages remaining became dwindling, she grew disappointed.

Until she finished the diary in her hand, she didn't get a word about him. There were only a few pages missing, and she ran her fingers over the torn edges, wondering if the missing parts were the important information she wanted. But now that Qiang Wei is gone, these have become unsolved mysteries.

In fact, the missing part of the diary was exactly what she had guessed. Qiang Wei's diary has been used since high school, and she puts it in her schoolbag every day, and she will take it out to write a few sentences anytime and anywhere, so it is reasonable that Lu Wanting can't understand some of these illogical words.

After class, Qiang Wei often went to the library with Chen Zhongwu to read books or go to the cafeteria to eat, he would naturally see her take out the notebook and scribble and write, at first he was very curious, even if he learned that it was her private diary, he still cheekily reached out to grab it, he had to take a look.

But every time her curiosity was stopped by her, she rarely took out her diary in front of him, just in case, and after a long time, he naturally forgot about it.

But on the day of the graduation photo, he began to have a stomachache just after taking the photo, so she grabbed him, took a photo of the two of them with her Polaroid camera, and then asked him to put the camera in her drawer, and followed the girls to the library.

When he returned to the classroom, it was empty, and soon a few more students came in. He walked over to her seat and crouched down and slipped the camera into her drawer, but his eyes were immediately drawn to a blue-covered notebook in the drawer, and he remembered that she had been guarding the notebook tightly from him a long time ago, and today was the right time to sneak a few glances while she was away.

Even thinking about it, he was still a little hesitant, it was not a glorious thing to peek into other people's diaries, but curiosity killed the cat, he still wanted to see what she wrote about him in the diary.

Just as he was looking through the ground with relish, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and snatched the diary away, he turned around in horror and saw that she was looking at him angrily, she pushed him to the ground, who was not squatting, and asked sharply, "What do you see!" ”

"I didn't look at anything, I was snatched away by you as soon as I opened it, and I didn't know it was your diary." He pretended to be innocent, got up from the ground, and patted the dust on his body, "Besides, even if I see it, it's not a big deal." ”

"You lied, you must have seen it, and said, what did you see?" There was irrepressible anger in her voice, and then he realized the seriousness of the matter, and said in a hesitant voice: "I just read the ones that have me written on them, and I haven't seen anything else!" ”

In front of him, she quickly flipped through the diary while quickly tearing off the papers with the name Chen Zhongwu written on them.