"That touch of sweet blue has lingered in Lin Yawen's heart for a long time"

Fourteen-year-old Lin Yawen still looks like a tomboy: dark skin, short broken hair, and a body that has not yet begun to develop, like a shriveled grain, no matter how you look at it, she is a boy.

But Lin Yawen at that time and now have one thing in common: he likes to read.

Books were scarce in those days, and it was not easy to buy a book. There is a small bookstore in the town that sells only expired magazines. Lin Yawen once went to that bookstore to buy a dictionary, and found a yellowed copy of "Juvenile Literature and Art" in the corner of the cabinet, and the cover was covered with a layer of dust. But Lin Yawen still bought it home as if it were a treasure, and read it hungrily. Of course, there isn't much such good luck. The books she was able to read were all picked up from her brother and sister's house, from comic books to novels.

On a sunny afternoon, during free time for physical education class, she sat on the grass and read a yellowed novel "Garland Under the Mountain". In the basketball hoop in the distance, several boys were shooting, the sun shone on them, sparkling, Lin Yawen heard the sound of running water crackling in his heart.

After many years, Lin Yawen still remembers that afternoon clearly.

Among the boys, there was a tall, thin boy in a royal blue shirt, who was agile in the sun, and was very skilled in dribbling and shooting. The basketball he threw out made a beautiful arc in the air and landed into the basket with unmistakable accuracy, and then there was a thud of the basketball hitting the ground.

His name is Ling Yue.

Ling Yue, Lin Yawen's classmate, is taller and thinner than ordinary boys, and he usually doesn't talk much, but he is in an amazing position in class. What's worse is that his academic performance is also bad.

It's just that it's a little worse than Lin Yawen.

Lin Yawen, it seems that Wenwen is weak, elegant, quiet, but the real situation is: the name is not as good as his person. There is not a single teacher at Wencheng Middle School who does not know her, because: counterattack.

Lin Yawen looked at Ling Yue's figure in fascination, Ling Yue glanced back at Lin Yawen at a certain moment of pitching, warm, at that moment, the tomboy Lin Yawen suddenly hated his fat school uniform and messy short hair, hated his simple white sneakers, and even hated his undeveloped body.

It's so girly.

It's so fucking dude.

Lin Yawen said indignantly at his shadow.

Ling Yue and the boys sat under the plane tree in the playground during the intermission. Lin Yawen even thought that if he could sit under that tree with Ling Yue when the sycamore blossoms were blooming, what kind of beauty would it be? When she thought of this, Lin Yawen was taken aback, her face turned red, she reached out and touched it, a little hot.

Tomboy Lin Yawen is starting to miss someone, what an incredible thing!

That night, Lin Yawen couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning, his mind was full of Ling Yue's fluttering royal blue shirt when he shot, his slightly yellow hair in the sun, and his slightly squinted eyes......

Tomboy Lin Yawen is starting to have something on his mind.

She no longer ran from the classroom to the toilet, and then sprinted from the toilet to the classroom 100 meters.

No more whispering with a bunch of girls between classes, and then laughing.

Tomboy Lin Yawen doesn't go to the barber shop to cut her hair, she wants to stay! Long! Hair!

She suddenly fell silent.

It's just that she read quietly, quietly did the questions, and glanced at Ling Yue's seat from time to time, and then smiled slightly. Of course, this is only known to you.

For a long time, Lin Yawen, who seems to be outgoing, has never been accustomed to telling others what is on her mind, even if those things are like wild grass in her heart, growing savagely, she does not show the barrenness in her heart.

That touch of sweet blue lingered in Lin Yawen's heart for a long time.