Qiao Datou, I heard my mother say that after he and his An Ran girl graduated from college, they worked in a public security bureau in the provincial capital.

But the truth is that I was wrong, 007 is really fucking Qiao Zimo.

The school outside the Chinese is still the same, I lingered at the door several times, 007 was still early, I was hesitant to go to the campus to take a stroll and reminisce about the past.

I was hesitating to find some kind of excuse to get the old man in the guard room to let me in. I've seen this old man, he is very principled, and the rules are more important than anything else in his place, even if the principal comes, he won't necessarily give face.

Back then, I was often late, and then, he didn't let me enter the school gate, and in the end, Mr. Song came to bring me in.

At this time, Director Liu, who asked me to come to the stage for a review, happened to pass by in front of the school gate.

Unexpectedly, he still remembered me.

"Bai Ziran."

"Director Liu, I didn't expect you to remember me."

"That's, I've been teaching for decades, you're one of the few students I remember deeply, a girl who dares to challenge authority and dare to fall in love, it's hard for me to remember."

I think that his deep memory is mostly because of Mr. Xie.

I smiled: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm young and ignorant, so the director laughed." ”

"Who hasn't been younger, I think back then, when I was in high school, I was a lot more fucked than you. It's all about the memories of youth! ”

Director Liu, who had gray hair, recalled his youth and sighed.

Then, he insisted that I go to his office, and he invited me to tea.

I couldn't refuse, so I had to follow him into the campus.

I haven't had this cup of tea.

Because I met Mr. Song, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Qian, and so on, who taught us back then......

They were all idle, so I had to accompany them for a while.

In the end, Mr. Song was very emotional and asked me how Qiao Zimo's baby is now.

I was amazed.

"I said, what is Qiao Zimo, I know? He's not mine. ”

Teacher Song leaned against the door, wanting to speak and stopping, he didn't finish speaking, and I was not too embarrassed to go, just waiting for his next words.

He said: "Bai Ziran, I see that your brain is lacking roots, the teacher is a person from the past, and fools can see that Qiao Zimo is interesting to you." ”

I didn't expect a male high school teacher to gossip, it's just gossip everywhere in the world.

I touched my head.

"Is there one? Why didn't I see it? ”

Teacher Song sighed.

"How many beautiful memories of youth have been ruined on you unresponsive girls."

I said, "Teacher, don't be kidding, Qiao Zimo is now a beauty, and he has long forgotten which onion I am." ”

Teacher Song was about to go to class, and he waved his hand helplessly.

"Perhaps, youth is like this, and the possibility of shaving your head and picking two hot ends is as unavoidable as Newton's discovery of gravity."

I said, "Teacher Song, you must come to meet with your classmates another day." ”

Teacher Song: "Of course, this is the first class I have led, and I am sorry for myself if I don't go." ”

After saying goodbye to Teacher Song, I walked around the campus, walked through the small garden, and stood at the entrance of the girls' college to reminisce about the past.

Under the plane tree, the teenagers in twos and threes are swaying their youth freely, and their faces are full of envy.

Once upon a time, I was one of them, and I was also a girl who dared to love and hate.

But now, there is a feeling of vicissitudes.

On the edge of the playground, the autumn breeze blows, and the sycamore leaves are fluttering.

I remembered that night when I was alone with a broom and sweeping the sycamore leaves over there.

I was chanting the few words I remembered in my head: Alone in the West Tower without a word, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

And Qiao Zimo picked up the second half of the sentence at the end of the playground: Cutting constantly, sorting is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't just have a general taste in mind.

I can't figure it out, why do I think of Qiao Zimo at this time, not Mu Qiao?

I shook a spirit, a girl I have always dared to love and hate, when did it become so hypocritical?

It's not too early to take a look, maybe 007 is already waiting for me by the Qingshui River, I want to see who this grandson is?

Qingshui River is probably a place that every student of a foreign Chinese school will never forget.

A clear water river that flows from east to west, as the name suggests, is so clear that you can see the pebbles under the river.

The river is knee-deep, so you can go down and touch a fish in the summer, and you won't have to worry about drowning yourself if you can't swim.

Here, everything is appropriate.

For example, sneaking around for a meeting, fighting a landlord here with a group of classmates, or memorizing a poem, reading a book, or writing an essay.

There are even some students who don't like to study, holding their smartphones and lying on the grass by the river to play a game.

In short, this is a paradise for our group of students.

I think back then, I also fought the landlord with my classmates here, played eighty points, and had a few dates with Muqiao.

When the study group of four was very harmonious, it was also a place we frequented.

At this time, the school is in class time.

It's a deserted place, with the autumn breeze blowing and the river murmuring.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Where are the Iraqi people? It is the girl of the Bai family.

Qiao Zimo and I have been back to Li'an Town since he returned to Li'an Town in his sophomore year of high school. My fate with him when I was young is over, and I admit that it is a sin for God to let us know each other when we were young.

God probably wants to make up for the previous shortcomings, so in the next few years, we are two people who have no intersection in this world, and the one who occasionally causes ripples in our hearts.

I don't know why, but sometimes he pops up in the depths of my soul, and when I comfort myself, I think it's the masochistic temperament in my bones that runs out again.

In late autumn, the familiar willow tree on the edge of the Qingshui River has lost its tree, and the bare branches seem to come from the painting, still showing a strong literary temperament.

It is indeed a tree that appears in all seasons in the articles of the literati.

At that time, there was a tall and handsome young man standing under the willow tree, and he grinned at me with a big white tooth, and his smile made people dizzy.

I stopped a few meters away from him, and I wanted to see this man, the man who had played an important role in the first ten years of my life.

Is he still not the boy he was when he was the same, did he live as the young man I imagined?

The autumn sun filled my pupils like a waterfall, and I don't know what time it was, but my eyes were moist.

But I think it was the willow wind by the river that blinded my eyes, and it had nothing to do with anything else.

He stretched out his arms to me and smiled very brightly, meaning that I would take the initiative to throw myself into his arms and have a reunion hug after a long absence.