"All partings don't come suddenly."

The good times are always so short, and they soon come to the intersection of separation. After a farewell, one continues to walk westward, while the other follows the alley all the way north.

"See you tomorrow!" Ling Yue propped one foot on the ground and waved his hand at Lin Yawen. Lin Yawen looked back at him, "Thank you for the lollipop!" So he hurried a few steps and pedaled away. Ling Yue stopped at the entrance of the alley, squinted his eyes at Lin Yawen's back as he walked away, reached out and took out the lollipop he snatched from Lin Yawen's hand from his pocket, threw it into the ditch on the side of the road, leaned forward, kicked up the bicycle, and left.

The early winter evening breeze blows from the fields along the alleys, bringing the fragrance of cool wheat seedlings. From a distance, at the end of the field, there seemed to be a vaguely visible mist, and there was a bit of a vast smell. In this vast expanse, trains roared by, and there was a sound of "clang".

In the sound of these railroad tracks, Ling Yue walked through the deep and silent alleys, crossed the railway bridge, and galloped all the way to the front of his house.

After dinner, Lin Yawen came to his hut to prepare for homework. When she was digging out her schoolbag, she saw the lollipop that Ling Yue gave her after school, so she carefully took it out. Peel back the pale blue cellophane and the orange flavor becomes even stronger. It was an ordinary spherical lollipop, orange, slightly transparent, and at this time, this lollipop seemed to have some special meaning, or implied something, to Lin Yawen.

Lin Yawen placed the candy cube horizontally on the edge of the table and carefully studied the light blue glass candy wrapper.

"It's so pretty!" The candy wrapper shook in Lin Yawen's hand, making a slight squirming sound. She folded some thin folds and folded them in half along the middle, and then unfolded them to form a very beautiful fan.

"Yavin!" His father's voice sounded in his ears, and Lin Yawen hurriedly sandwiched the glass candy paper in the book, and accidentally touched the lollipop that was lying on the cup. With a crisp sound, the lollipop fell to the ground and shattered. Lin Yawen just wanted to reach out to pick it up, but her father pushed the door in, and she had to step on the broken lollipops with her feet.

The father carried a small bowl with a few dried red dates in it, put it on Lin Yawen's desk, and told her to drink more water after eating, otherwise it would catch fire.

"Got it", Lin Yawen didn't look back, pretended to be serious and looked at the casually opened pages, his father didn't say anything, and after a few more words, he turned around and left the hut.

After his father went out, Lin Yawen bent down to pick up the broken lollipops, and pieced them together on the table in frustration, but no matter how he put them together, he never returned to his original appearance.

Those cracks, across the eyes, are like ugly scars, shocking. Lin Yawen sighed in annoyance, and threw these broken lollipops into the paper basket at his feet.

That night, Lin Yawen's homework was a little slow. As she wrote, she thought about everything that happened during the day: the teachers' strike, the young man in the jacket who came to pick up Teacher Li, Mu Zi'an's face, Ling Yue's lollipop...... Thinking about it, my heart was like numbness, and the words in my pen were also a little sloppy.

Lin Yawen stroked his somewhat hot face, then reached out and twisted his thigh a few times, before he reluctantly pulled his thoughts back.

Before going to bed, her mother looked at Lin Yawen, who was a little daunted, and asked her with concern what was wrong, so she muttered "a little tired" and turned around and went to her cabin.

"This kid ......" When Lin Yawen closed the door, he heard his mother's muttering, and he didn't pay much attention to it, so he lay on the bed in a daze.

Many years later, Lin Yawen often thought of the broken orange-flavored lollipop, and she suddenly understood: all partings are not sudden, all partings are destined in the dark.