The afternoon passed like this, and the students who couldn't wait to disperse in a hurry.

Liang Qiu took Shan Yun to the nearest cafeteria to finish eating, because there was still evening self-study in the evening, they walked slowly around the campus, the sun had set in the afternoon of 5 or 6 o'clock, and the two walked on the playground behind the school, walking in a circle.

Shan Yun looked up at the sky, she always felt that the sky had its own emotions and stories, just like everyone had their own wonderful and tragic songs, and she liked to look at the sky at 5.6 o'clock in the evening, and always felt that the sky at this moment was quietly telling its joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

When she is alone, no matter where she is, she looks up at the sky, and she will suddenly give birth: Ah, so small, she may not be able to go to a third of the world in her whole life;

It's so powerless, life has never let her relax this kind of thought.

Liang Qiu sat on the resting stone bench next to the playground, and also looked up into the distance, and then she said: "Do you remember when junior high school was still popular and non-mainstream, everyone often said very literarily, 'Looking up at the sky at 45 degrees is to prevent tears from staying', 'If you are sad, look up at the sky, it will read your story' It's fucking funny to think about it now, at that time I was so young and didn't understand anything, and I was still pretending to be deep." ”

Shan Yun nodded in agreement, at that time, we didn't even know why we pretended to be for no reason, and we didn't understand it but pursued it vigorously.

Later, the boy understood the taste of sorrow, but he was no longer an old man.

And now, no matter how much angle you look at the sky, Shan Yun will still suddenly feel sad, confused that she can't see the future, she will be sad, and she will be helpless.

After watching too much, I will feel aggrieved, and sometimes I wonder why she only has a lonely self, over the years, she has long forgotten how to move forward with many people, subconsciously avoiding the closeness of others, and no longer knows how to correctly express what she thinks.

Lowering his eyes, the cheering crowd on the playground, Liang Qiu looked at it and asked Shan Yun cautiously: "Hey, what were you thinking just now, it feels, eh, it's like you're always out of the world." ”

Eh, the single rhyme is a little stuck, how can she answer this?

It occurred to her that a philosopher had said that people who are not good at words tend to have a richer inner world and more ideas.

Just like her.

"It's nothing, just think of something."

Liang Qiu didn't ask anything knowingly, and the evening self-study preparation bell rang at the right time.