In the afternoon, the sun gradually breaks out of the clouds, and the warm sun shines on the overhead. Jiang Zhiyun and Ye Xin missed the shuttle bus home, and the next trip had to wait until five o'clock in the afternoon, when Zhou Sang spoke, Liang Chen even suspected that he had deliberately designed it, anyway, the three of them went to the fruit orchard on the edge of the city.

The No. 3 bus is directly to the fruit orchard, saying that it is a fruit orchard, but in fact, only the innermost 20 acres of land are planted with fruit trees, and the outer layer is full of lemons. When Zhou Sang was about to pay the money, the uncle in the security room told him that the fruit in the orchard had been sold out, and there might be a little bit of mandarin orange and old orange trees left sporadically.

After Zhou Sang thanked his uncle, he took Jiang Zhiyun and Ye Xin to the depths of the orchard, the lemon trees in the garden were more than three years old, and the roadbed of the path was also very low, and the tall lemon trees drowned the three of them in the sea of trees.

Zhou Sang followed the street signs to lead the way on the winding cement road, while Ye Xin and Jiang Zhiyun followed behind them and chatted about the winter vacation math make-up class, in which Zhou Sang occasionally gags.

The real orchard is almost at the end of the cement road, and further into it is the dirt road paved with mud and stones, the situation seems to be more miserable than the old man's description, it is difficult to find any residual fruit on the low mandarin orange trees, only two or three old orange trees can be regarded as "fruitful" as far as Zhou Jun's eyes can see, and the good thing is that they don't have to spend a penny on everything here.

The three of them were cleaning up the final battlefield, in more than a dozen acres of fertile orange fields, Zhou Sang walked back and forth twice, and the down jacket had accumulated a large number of fertile oranges, and he had squeezed out the last bit of oil and water on this land.

Jiang Zhiyun and Ye Xin only played in the autumn breeze on the periphery, the two of them only harvested two small grapefruits, and everything was placed on the gentle slope by the river, Zhou Sang ignored it so he lay upright on the weeds, he was a little tired, not only his body but also his brain, after a high degree of mental concentration, his brain felt stuffed into a water-filled sponge, which was extremely swollen, if it was Jiang Zhiyun, it should not be like this, Zhou Jun felt that Jiang Zhiyun's brain was much brighter than his own.

Jiang Zhiyun handed a peeled mandarin orange to Zhou Sang, Zhou Sang tasted a petal, it was very sweet, of course, with Jiang Zhiyun's own psychological hint of peeling it off, he lay on the dry grass and enjoyed the warmth of the sun, Zhou Sang put his hands behind his head, the warm sun is always hypnotic, all the time, but the effect in school is more enhanced by the teacher.

Zhou Sang still couldn't be at ease, Jiang Zhiyun and Ye Xin next to him were fighting wits and courage with the two little grapefruits, the fluffy white clouds fluttered and suddenly covered the lazy sun, he watched the two female school tyrants try their best to help this little grapefruit, Zhou Sang couldn't help but feel a little funny, of course he wouldn't have a stupid seizure.

Zhou Sang stood up and broke a mulberry branch at the edge of the field, the fork of the branch was broken into a sharp point, Zhou Sang forcefully inserted the branch into the gap between the grapefruit, took off the key of the blue slacks, and peeled off the grapefruit peel after dividing it by two.

The peeled grapefruit is red-hearted, which is really hard to see.

"Maybe it's your hard work that touches God." Zhou Sang took the opportunity to pat his ass.

"Maybe you'll have a share." Ye Xin replied.

Jiang Zhiyun didn't mix the false words of the two, she divided the red heart pomelo into three parts, Zhou Sang had half of it, and she was the youngest. She couldn't eat much, the lunch just now was still in her stomach, only because it was fruit, she ate more, and there were still a lot of yellow and clear mandarins on the ground, she didn't expect to be able to pack it away for a while, Jiang Zhiyun's brain today seemed to be mixed with paste.

The soft white clouds are gone, and the sunlight is reflected on the cheeks of the three of them through the shade of the trees little by little, if Tang Ying and Xue Ji are here, it is indispensable to encroach on hundreds of megabytes of mobile phone memory, and Jiang Zhiyun was just praised by Zhou Sang You are so good-looking, and his face turned crimson in an instant.

Jiang Zhiyun is the following mortal Gu shot fairy, without applying powder Dai can also be overwhelming, under the golden glow, Jiang Zhiyun's back seems to be plated with a luxurious Xia veil, she walks on the gentle slope as if she is about to ascend to the fairy world, thousands of miles of stratus clouds are connected, thousands of Rui brilliance sends, she is a fairy admired by thousands of people. But the real Jiang Zhiyun, she herself is like a tired old clock that has slowed down, walking alone, she doesn't want Zhou Jun to break into her life.

ZHOU SANG REGRETTED THAT HE SAID THAT SENTENCE EARLIER, THAT SENTENCE WAS NOT IMPORTANT, IT WAS JUST A USUAL COMPLIMENT, BUT HIS DEEP MEANING WAS INFINITELY LONG, JUST LIKE THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION, THE SIMPLE SENTENCE I LOVE YOU, BUT IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT.

This is Zhou Sang's only failure today, the show should have ended in a comedy, but the actor chose the form of tragedy. The heroine has gone away, only the supporting characters are still in place, Ye Xin is incomprehensible, she has never known anything about the gossip in the class, only Xue Jiao Liangchen's love story She heard the end from the first year of high school, and it is not a story.

Zhou Sang was reminded by Ye Xin that it was time to go, and he sat on the grass for six or seven minutes, and when he got up, his buttocks were soaked with water under the grass roots. Jiang Zhiyun disappeared from the sight of the two. Climbing the gentle slope, Ye Xin blocked the sunlight with her hands and looked into the distance, and in the lenses, she could vaguely see the back of Jiang Zhiyun's cyan cotton clothes.

Jiang Zhiyun waited for the two of them next to the old orange tree, she felt that she was a little stingy, just a sentence, if she misunderstood and wronged Zhou Jun, wouldn't she have committed a big sin, and when her thoughts were reversed, she became a sinner who "hurt heaven and reason".

On the long way out of the fruit orchard, Zhou Sang didn't say a word, and Jiang Zhiyun only followed Ye Xin's words perfunctorily, and both of them seemed to be preoccupied. Zhou Sang actually sorted out all his thoughts in a few minutes of stunned thinking, the time, place, and people and the situation were all gathered, he was just a burst of feelings after accumulation, he didn't regret it at all, if he didn't say a word, wouldn't he become a beam!

Jiang Zhiyun's car home was still more than ten minutes away, and Zhou Sang said a lot of inexplicable nonsense, such as the lively content of the boys' bedroom night chat. Little by little, Zhou Sang began to restore a true self to Jiang Zhiyun, the gentleman who was originally disguised was proved to be a tragic ending by the plot, and after six or seven minutes of fugue, the character he despised was.

The car was leaving, the car was driving farther and farther, Zhou Sang waved his hand on the side of the road, Jiang Zhiyun didn't stick out his head to say goodbye. He walked back to his uncle's house alone, on the winter night of Puzhou at six o'clock, Zhou Sang walked in the cold wind, he looked at the text sent by Jiang Zhiyun at 5:40, I don't know whether he is happy or sad, he seems to be happy or sad.

"What if······ If I am with the boy I like in the future, I want to sleep with him at night under the endless sky of the stars. ”

The boiling fire in Zhou Sang's heart was extinguished by "if in the future", he used to think about the rapid cooking of raw rice, but the winter night in Puzhou Zizhu Park seems to hide the wisdom left by Guanyin Bodhisattva, Zhou Jun has grown into a cowherd, and seeing it in one day is like spending three autumns.

"Sleep with you at night under the boundless sky of the stars." Liang Chen wrote his blessings and prayers on the Kong Ming lantern on Chinese New Year's Eve.