The so-called youth is just from babbling to being independent, from only knowing how to ask to learning to give, and from naivety to learning to love.

The so-called life is nothing more than going from one place to another, from knowing one group of people to another, from one thing to another, and from liking someone to falling in love with someone.

The so-called time is the same, from one road to another, from black hair to haotou, and from school uniforms to wedding dresses.

The so-called love is just the hand of the son who whispers from the dream to the reality, from the sunrise of a person to the shadow side by side in the sunset, and from bitterness and ignorance to maturity and protection.

Walking in the sunset is the most romantic and beautiful, Xu Qinghe has never believed this sentence. However, when he experienced it himself, he could only say that he was superficial.

August 2009 was hotter than usual. Hanqiu No. 1 Middle School had just finished its arts and sciences division, and Xu Qinghe moved to a new classroom. Looking out the window at the playground sprinkled with the setting sun, he had always run to the basketball court after school, and he had the urge to go for a walk in the playground.

"Qinghe, go, play ball." A greeting came from outside the classroom.

"You go first, I still have some business." Xu Qinghe hesitated for a while, but still spoke.

"Okay, come over early." A few people waved and walked away.

Xu Qinghe walked out, watched a few people disappear at the top of the stairs, and sneaked down the stairs on the other side.

There were quite a few people on the playground, and a figure swayed in the setting sun.

The breeze tried to blow away the last shred of heat, but in vain. Xu Qinghe didn't feel irritable and slowed down a little. It's easy to drive people crazy in this kind of weather.

Xu Qinghe breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked aimlessly on the playground with his hands in his pockets. "I knew I would have brought the MP3 down." He blamed himself.

Looking around, a gently swaying ponytail in front of him caught his eye.

The girl was followed by another girl with loose hair, talking to her with a sideways face, and her face was clear enough to make people feel refreshed.

But his gaze was glued to the ponytail girl, and the girl's occasional sideways face to the people around her could make the corners of Xu Qinghe's mouth unconsciously smile.

Xu Qinghe followed behind the girl as far as he could. "Like a stalker." He complained to himself, "No, I'm just here for a walk." What kind of tracking, but it's just the same way. ”

The sun is fading and night is about to fall.

The girl had long since left, and only Xu Qinghe and a few people practicing football were left on the empty playground.

He was a little stunned, and couldn't help but slap himself, "Xu Qinghe, what are you doing?" Love at first sight? How can it be! What is love at first sight. Reading well and enjoying life is the right thing to do. ”

Xu Qinghe believes that there is nothing wrong with him with his many years of experience in helping people conceive love letters and conducting emotional counseling.

Xu Qinghe waved his hand to the football players who were still sweating, and walked straight to the basketball court.

"What's the situation? Didn't those guys fight until night without stopping? Xu Qinghe looked at the empty basketball court, and greeted a few golfers in his heart, "Make an appointment with someone to play the ball and go away, it's not human!" ”

There was no ball to play, so he could only climb into the classroom through the window of the corridor, take his school bag and leave.

When I got home, I opened the door and the aroma of the food came to my nose.

"Mom, Dad, when did you come back?" Xu Qinghe was a little surprised.

His parents were away on business all year round, and he lived on campus when he was in high school, so he often only saw each other once every two or three months. Although he has received a sheep-herding education since he was a child, Xu Qinghe also cherishes this rare family time.

"Came back yesterday. Xiao He, wash your hands and eat. Xu Qinghe's mother greeted while setting the tableware.

Xu Qinghe answered, put the schoolbag in the room, tidied it up and sat down at the dining table.

Xu Qinghe was immersed in the warmth of his family all night, and the first encounter in the afternoon was temporarily forgotten by him in his heart.

But while he was sleeping, he had a strange dream, he dreamed that he was on a path full of flowers, and at the end of the road was a white mist. A figure swayed in the mist. When the fog hits, there is only a blank of whiteness in front of you. And then this dream is gone.

Xu Qinghe sat up and reached out to grab the alarm clock on the bedside table, the huge Arabic numeral nine looked so eye-catching. It doesn't matter anymore that it's a few zeros.

He jumped out of bed, hurriedly changed his clothes, and rushed out of the room as soon as he had washed up.

No matter how fast it is, there is no one in the living room. There is a breakfast on the table, a sticky note next to it, and there is no doubt that it is something like "let's catch a flight, take care of ourselves".

Xu Qinghe glanced at it, threw the note aside, and ate breakfast alone. He was used to days like this.

Just like a left-behind child, he complained to himself. But I am also very satisfied with this life with a high degree of freedom.

A few minutes later, Xu Qinghe locked the door with a piece of toast in his mouth.

Before he stepped into the bookstore, the piece of toast had already entered his stomach. He patted the non-existent crumbs on his hand and strode in.

When Xu Qinghe walked out of the bookstore with a bundle of books tied into a small mountain, a graceful figure passed by him.

The tips of the girl's hair gently swept over Xu Qinghe's neck, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"That side face····· I think I've seen it somewhere. When Xu Qinghe turned around, he couldn't see the girl anymore.

He shook his head, shaking off the clutter of his thoughts, taking it as an illusion of his.

But whether that is really an illusion, only God knows.

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In the evening of the same day, Xu Qinghe officially started his science career in the new environment of the seventh class of the second year of high school.

The eighth class next door is a liberal arts class, and there are few men, and there is no frolicking of boys after each class.

On the contrary, a few men in the class, like hungry wolves who have never eaten meat in their lives, often pretend to look at the scenery downstairs at the door of the liberal arts class.

At this age, I always yearn for those beautiful and innocent things, hoping that the love that can only appear in fairy tales can land on me, and longing to carry the wings of Icarus on my back to pursue the cloud I want, even if I am broken.

Xu Qinghe scoffed at this. He is like a wise man, helping others to guide the way, but he does not have a path in front of him. It would be false to say that he didn't care, but he was really unaffected and still didn't join the hungry wolf group.

At first, there were people who beckoned him together, but he was poured cold water several times, and over time, he was not surprised by Xu Qinghe's disobedience.

This is like a scholar mixed in a group of generals, just like Lu Xun in the Eastern Wu Naval Division, he will not seem out of place, but he is always a little maverick.