Our generation is stirred by the torrent of society, and most of them surf in the tide of the times, pursuing commonality; A small part of them paced on the shore, sticking to their individuality; There are also those who can swim freely in the waves of commonality and individuality.

I went to an art school, I learned to dance from a young age, and in Annan's words, I was a fish that could be twisted at birth. My dance style is different from others, there is no pattern to follow, but I can easily fly with any genre. There are countless civilizations that exist in this world, and each civilization has evolved art, and artists have synaesthesia and do not need to understand words to paraphrase art. Art tolerates the extreme boundary between minimalism and extinction, blurring the impossible into possibility. I love art, so I use my best body language to express my attitude towards it. I don't practice the basics of traditional dance. Mother said that freedom and beauty sometimes clash with each other, so we have to practice being bound. I relied on the favor of Heaven to ignore these rules.

"What kind of dance did you dance?"

"My dance."

I've got a lot of answers, and almost everyone who tries to get to know me wonders what I'm dancing. Some people say that I am the founder, a new force in the dance world. I'm used to seeing the incredulity, admiration, or disdain in the eyes of the other person. I see but don't take it to heart. Annan said that genes are eccentric, and they all evolved into me. Although she complains, she still likes to watch me dance, her shining eyes are the flash of the clear stage, and often the spotlight on me. She will also worry about my big move, so she stands in front of me in the name of my sister to prevent people from provoking. My mother said that I was a boy and that I should protect girls. I let her protect me openly, I protect her in secret, and we are destined to take care of each other in this life from the womb. Fortunately, her personality can't be bullied by ordinary people, except for the boy named Liran.

"I hate leaving."

I know who this Liran in her mouth is, the tough head sitting in the back row of her, with no one in her eyes, can give orders to all the students in the class. Arrogance is my first impression of him. The well water does not interfere with the river water, and he and I have always been safe. I deliberately ignored his set of near, because I knew he liked Annan. Annan said she hated this person, and this was the first time I heard her say hate. Blood-related, I think she got her wrong about what a hate is.

There was another smile on her face, which had never been seen at home. This smile was hidden in the thunder that thundered at him every day, and she must not have seen it. I didn't even think to remind me.

"You go back today, I want to finish my homework before leaving."

Annan pursed his lips and said a few more words that he wanted to go home together.

"You go back first." I promised to catch up as soon as I could, and she was pushed to the door by me, and as soon as I waved goodbye, I immediately caught up with her.

"Nannan, let's go together." He was obviously happy because it was the first time he had been able to go home alone with Annan.

Annan told me to move quickly, and Liran picked up her braids from behind, and the two of them quarreled. Standing on the second floor and watching their backs fade away, I returned to the classroom. I forgot to close the lid of the pen before, and the tip of the pen penetrated the notebook, each of which was an angular ink-colored flower.

I shook the sand off my bag and my homework book fell out, and I saw the mark on the cover of the last page, threw it into the burning garbage pit, grabbed my bag and left the school.

The next day, Liran called Annan to play a game together. Before I got back to the classroom, I saw Annan fall into a trap at the door, and hurried downstairs to meet a disgraced man in the stairwell. I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and decided to let him go for now.

"South-South...... She ......"

I didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and ran straight to the playground. I found a shovel outside the iron gate. Annan obediently bowed her head and sand in the hole, and I pulled her out and offered to hope that she would remember the lesson and not get too close to the person she hated. She promised.

On the way home, she looked back at the shadow from time to time, and she stopped and waited for her to leave. I know, she likes him. I walked behind, getting closer and closer to her. I can't think of words to comfort her, I can't promise a life that has just begun, and that I will meet better boys and men in the future. She looked back with anticipation, and she saw that it was me who had failed in my expectations. I'm happiest when I dance, she can't dance, but she knows how to run. I ran with her, letting my quick breath exhale my wrath. The long hair of the shadow depicts the summer wind with some gentleness, saying goodbye to the ignorant mania of elementary school, and blowing away those hates and likes.

For many years after graduation, we never saw Liran again.

I put him in my journal.