"She likes to see it like this, no one bother"

When she said goodbye to Ling Yue, Lin Yawen rode her bicycle as fast as she could, the wind whirring in her ears, and her broken hair constantly patting her cheeks, making her feel that everything was so real now. At the corner of the next intersection, she stopped her bike and looked into the distance. As far as her eyes could see, there was a figure that kept moving forward until it turned into a black dot and disappeared from her sight.

The secret of this corner was known only to Lin Yawen, and she could easily identify Ling Yue from the many backs. She liked to see it like this, without anyone to disturb her, and no one else to know about it, so that she could rejoice in her own joy.

In the evening, Lin Yawen hurriedly finished eating, and rushed into her cabin, she couldn't wait to take out the light blue notebook. Ling Yue's name was written on the cover of the notebook, and the font was neat and powerful, and it was impossible to tell that it was from the hand of the tall, thin and thin Ling Yue. Turning it open, the title page reads "Will be at the top of the mountain, at a glance of the mountains", and a landscape painting is painted below: the distant mountains of the dark color, high and low, at the highest point of the mountain, there are a few faint shadows of flying birds. Seeing this painting, Lin Yawen thought of the sentence in Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue": Thousands of mountains and birds fly away.

I don't know why, Lin Yawen suddenly thought that Ling Yue's heart should be lonely. Yes, he is too good, excellent people, often lonely. That kind of loneliness is not that there are no friends around, but that there are many friends, but few people really understand his heart, his, loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Thinking like this, Lin Yawen began to look through Ling Yue's notebook. She looked at it, and couldn't help but admire in her heart: she was neat, her steps were clear and complete, looking at it, it was like Ling Yue standing in front of her, telling her step by step, with a gentle tone, a calm expression, and a meticulous heart.

She read Ling Yue's notes twice and finally figured out what she didn't understand. She breathed a sigh of relief and closed her notebook, and the scent of ink lingered around her for a long time.

If you want to quickly check and fill in the gaps in a short period of time, it is indeed not an easy thing for Lin Yawen. Fortunately, all the knowledge points have just begun, and everything is still in time; Fortunately, my previous foundation was good, and I was able to make up for the homework I missed. Thinking of this, Lin Yawen felt much more comfortable in his heart.

Although there are a lot of things to memorize every day, and there are exercises that cannot be completed every day, Lin Yawen is very happy. She thought that through her own efforts, she could slowly improve her academic performance, and in addition, this was also the best way to intersect with Ling Yue.

As if agreed, every afternoon after school, Ling Yue would always wait for Lin Yawen under the plane tree on campus, and Lin Yawen always packed up his things unhurriedly and came to the plane tree. Sometimes, when Lin Yawen was late on duty, Ling Yue would always read a book under the plane tree; And when it was Ling Yue's turn to be on duty, the figure waiting under the sycamore tree was Lin Yawen's.

Lin Yawen drank the cup of jasmine tea on the balcony, and the inky night gradually dissipated, and the sun of the new day hovered on the edge of the dissipation of the dark night. She returned to her bedroom and pulled out her journal from the bottom of her desk. In that thick, mottled diary, all the longings, joys, sorrows, and melancholy of her girlhood were written.

She thought that when she didn't have classes, she would run to the bookstore in front of a nearby middle school to read. At the end of the school day, you will see groups of students swarming out of the campus. At this time, she would always lie on the windowsill and watch for a while, watching the teenagers chattering and discussing, looking at the sweaty teenagers, the drinks handed over, and the shy smile of the one on the other side.

She looked at these teenagers, just like that, without many words, but always tacitly. This is the tacit understanding, patience, and small joy that men and women who have experienced the ups and downs of the world do not have.

What a beautiful and pure boyhood!

Such pure feelings are so bright that people are envious, even jealous. When Lin Yawen was lying on the windowsill, he thought about this sentence the most.

Lin Yawen looked at his diary and smelled the scent of ink with the breath of time, which lingered around him for a long time like the ink fragrance in Ling Yue's notebook back then.