Xiaoxiao took the wheelchair from my hand and helped Zimu to the second floor.

"I'll be fine, wait for me." Zimu looked a little haggard and a little tired. On the stairs, Zimu looked back at me and smiled. This is our last conversation today, and for a long time to come.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." I watched Zimu disappear into the corner of the second floor, and I felt that she had lost a lot of weight, and suddenly realized that I had always thought she was very thin and light because she was sick.

Now I'm the only one left on the entire first floor, Zimu's father picked me up and drove out like last time, Xiaoxiao took care of Zimu upstairs, because they were all girls, it was really not suitable for me to go up, and I could only smoke on the sofa in the living room in a daze, and I just needed to calm down.

After smoking two Xiaoxiao's Seven Stars last time, this time I sat here again, so I unceremoniously picked up the cigarette on the table and lit one. I always feel that all this I have experienced is a bit unreal.

"Is this my first love?" The thought that suddenly flashed through my head really startled me.

I don't know how the first love is divided, if it's the first love if you are moved, obviously this should be counted. Or maybe I held hands, kissed, and established a relationship, then I don't think I have it yet. Just as I couldn't believe what happened to me and Zimu, I wasn't sure if I was in love.

"Even if it's it." I said to myself, in my heart, maybe I would have preferred her to be. But the result is obviously beyond my expectations, and I don't know how much time I need to adjust to, let alone what I'm going to face next. Suddenly I felt an urge to go to the second floor to see her again.

Before I knew it, I ran out of cigarettes. There were quite a few cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of me, and I threw the cigarette butts in my hand as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xiaoxiao standing in front of me, and I looked up and smiled at her.

"Are you okay?" Xiaoxiao sat across from me and expertly lit a cigarette.

"It's fine." Fan Xin didn't meet Xiaoxiao much when he was away, and he was always a little cramped inexplicably. It's an aura, that kind of unruly aura is completely different from Zimu. If Zimu is the arrogance of the princess, Xiaoxiao in front of her definitely belongs to the queen's coldness.

"What did you talk about?" Xiaoxiao smoked a cigarette to herself and asked me questions she was interested in.

"Nothing." I didn't think I needed to tell her, so I replied noncommittally.

"You're so inferior, it's all like that, why don't you take the initiative?" I looked at her in amazement, apparently she knew what we were chatting about, and it seemed that she had been listening to our conversation all along.

"What does it have to do with low self-esteem?" Not to be outdone, I defended my dignity.

"She's already obvious, I want you to take the initiative, even if it's to give her a little comfort, she'll be gone soon." I could hear that Xiaoxiao was thinking from Zimu's point of view. "I know her too well." She added.

Oh, yes! Xiaoxiao's words made me start to reflect on myself. Suddenly I regretted it, why didn't I take the initiative to bring our relationship one step closer? Is it really because of my low self-esteem? Or is there something else. She did take the initiative to express her thoughts, do I have to wait for others to say they like it? I don't understand what's wrong with me. But I know that if I miss an opportunity, I won't have the chance to do it again. Suppressing the idea of rushing to the second floor, he looked at the closed wooden door on the second floor. "I'll wait for you." I said it to myself, and I said it to her.

"It's time for me to go." I got up from the couch and prepared to leave.

Xiaoxiao was originally going to send me off on a motorcycle, but I refused, on the grounds that someone must be left at home to take care of Zimu at all times.

Sending me to the door, Xiaoxiao suddenly couldn't help but ask me about Fan Xin's news.

"He was a soldier in Xiamen, and I heard that he was an air force ground crewman. That's all I know, I'm sorry. "Facing Xiaoxiao's fiery eyes, I was really embarrassed to refuse her request.

"He didn't tell me when he left." It can be seen that Xiaoxiao is in a bad mood, and she seems to be upset that Fan Xin didn't tell him about it when he left.

"I don't know, the last time I saw him was last fall. Later, when he left, he only called me, and I have not been heard from since. "I may really not see girls crying, but in the face of Xiaoxiao's sincerity, I don't want to hide anything.

"Do you know why he suddenly decided to join the army?" I'm sure Xiaoxiao has grasped my weakness and wants to get more information out of me.

"All I can tell you is that it has to do with his family. Don't ask me anymore, I really can't tell you a lot of things, when you have the opportunity, you can ask him directly. "Forced by Xiaoxiao's aura and aggressive attitude, I can only beg for mercy.

"Okay! No matter where he is, I'll pull him out. Xiaoxiao clenched her fists.

No one would have thought that this conversation at the door of the villa would be the last conversation between me and Xiaoxiao in this life. At that time, I would never have thought that she would actually go to Xiamen to find Fan Xin later, and there were so many unforgettable stories between her and Fan Xin. Of course, these are all things that Fan Xin told me later, as for the story of her and Fan Xin, I will slowly drink it and share it with everyone.

It was getting dark, and it had been two hours since I walked out of Xiaoxiao's villa. The buses around me drove into the night ahead, and I walked slowly and firmly in one direction.

Thirty kilometers, six hours, equivalent to the distance from the hometown to the county high school. What's this, three years of high school, didn't I all come over like this? I would walk back and forth like this every weekend, I was not afraid when I was so young, but now I am afraid to worry about something, not to mention that the street lights are so bright, the road is still smooth, walk.

The two-hour chat with Zimu made me excited, "Boiled frog in warm water, she said she is a frog in warm water, and now I am also a frog in warm water." "I've been in the big city for more than half a year, from a hillbilly to today's college student, from rubber shoes to sneakers, from old clothes and old shirts to current shirts and jeans, the environment has changed, and so have I. It seems that he has become more comfortable, he has become the same as those classmates in the school around him, and he has become ordinary and unenterprising. I haven't read a book in a while, is it really because I don't have a good book to read? Or am I relaxing my requirements for myself. Zimu said that I am different from others, the real difference must not be the appearance, but the heart, I believe in her, she needs me, I can't let her down. Walking past the street lamp in front of you, there are still 12 kilometers left, and the next sign is the intersection in front of you where there is a supermarket, and there are still 10 kilometers left.

At eleven o'clock in the night, I stood at the gate of the school, and the eighth master had not yet rested, when he heard the sound and saw me squatting under the iron gate.

"Boy, that's amazing!" When he heard that I had walked all the way back from the suburbs, he commented. "Someone came looking for you at night." The eighth master stopped joking and told me a new message.

"Did you say who it was?" I asked the eighth master.

"He said, he's your uncle."