Now, the heart of the Che Song River, from the passionate waves that keep washing the coast, instantly turned into a pool of lifeless stagnant water, no matter how the wind blows or the birds flutter, it can't stir up the slightest fluctuation.

It had been a long time since she had had had an emotion that could affect her, but it was extremely frustrating at the moment, and the level of frustration was directly proportional to the level of hope she had been hoping for.

She didn't quite believe Han Chengyu's words, but his failure to come undoubtedly confirmed some problems.

The school building is old, and from the outside it looks like it was many years ago.

The interior has been refurbished, such as classroom windows, desks and chairs, toilets, walls and corridors, paint and paint, and recent traces.

She cautiously leaned against the doorframe of the class she had stayed in to probe her brain, and her heart had already begun to think about the next step.

The second-floor classroom door was open and unlocked. I looked left and right, but this one was special, and Han Chengyu was standing on the railing of the corridor at the front door of this classroom and waved to her.

The windows in the classrooms are bright and clean, and the windows on the side of the corridor and directly opposite are opening leisurely, and the fresh air flows unimpeded.

The thin pale blue curtains were fluttering in the wind, and a little sunlight refracted in, creating a ray of light on the last few rows of desks.

The big ceiling fan swayed tirelessly, and now she no longer worried that it was crumbling, as if it was going to fall down and hit herself at any moment, and she was worried every summer.

"Come on, come in." He sat down in the middle row from the third row in the back row. He smiled faintly and looked at her as she looked alert against the classroom door.

"You're sitting in my place." She stood still and gestured to where he was sitting.

"I see." He suddenly understood something, and suddenly realized. Then he slowly lowered his head and rubbed his hand against the uneven tabletop, not knowing what he was thinking.

When he saw Han Chengyu again after graduation, he would laugh at first, such as when he took her around school.

After really coming into contact with work, when he put on that crisp black suit in the law firm, or in the working state at any time, it was like a different person.

"Wasn't you in the city the other day, I made many calls but couldn't get in touch."

"It's at home."

"What to do?"

"Work."

"Then you have to answer the phone, in case there is something important."

"Busy." She responded to his question with little interest.

He looked at her and smiled dumbly. "When I first met you, I felt that you were completely different from when you were a child, but now that you have been in contact with you, you really haven't changed much, and you are still so cold."

The middle school student sat in his same position with a small seating space, but he adjusted his face so that his legs could be stretched in the aisle between the rows.

"What do you mean?" She said.

"Alienating people, keeping a distance, etc." He raised his right hand, perhaps referring to the distance between the two of them at the moment, or that her attitude towards him was not ideal.

Cha Songhe nodded in acquiescence, she thought he was right.

"I think that sometimes the human heart is good, and sometimes it is evil.

They don't know the truth, but they judge others with their own speculation. They don't care about the truth at all, they don't want to know who they judge, they only care about their own judgment. They like someone because of something, they hate him because of something, and it doesn't take long for them to like someone else because of something.

If it's just a personal preference, they still have to spread it and put obstacles in the way of people they hate.

If the strong can ignore it, the weak will inevitably be harmed. I think it's a waste of time to get caught up in this back and forth vortex.

Besides, I can't guarantee that my opinion of others will be objectively correct, and I don't want to hurt others because of my bias, nor do I want to affect myself because of what others think of me, so I simply avoid all intimate interactions. Some people say that I doubt everything and am a character suitable for being a police officer. ”

"Police," he repeated silently. It's like right now you're judging me as a nasty person, right? Maybe that's just unfair. ”

"If we're just saying hello, we don't have to say yes or no."

"But what if I didn't just want to say hello to you?"

The bell rang suddenly, resounding throughout the entire teaching building, which was crisp and loud, and it was even more distant because the building was empty and unoccupied.

"I'll take you around campus." He said.

I have to admit that returning to school is unique in terms of its environment, and the biggest difference from ordinary garden travel is that there is a sense of generality in the chest.

Walking in the meantime, I saw a wide field of vision and a peaceful environment where there were no people, only cicadas chirping and insects chirping, and my mind became cheerful and open-minded. When she went to school, her classmates referred to the runway soccer field as the big playground.

The small playground is used for small-scale sports activities such as basketball and volleyball.

If it happens to be a comfortable day, it is good to sit on the large lawn in the middle of the runway, and you can see the clear blue sky and the clouds change shapes on your back.

I'm afraid it won't be today, and she and him really don't have a relationship that can be talked about freely.

Che Songhe raised his head and saw that the sports equipment was covered by tall trees, green shade, and was under the floor of the teaching staff building, so he took a step and walked in that direction.

She jumped briskly to the side of the parallel bars, balancing with one foot hooked on a lever perpendicular to the ground.

She plucked one of the branches and leaves of the trees sticking out diagonally, held it in her hand, and then fell to the feet of Han Chengyu, who came with her.

He had one hand in his trouser pocket, his elbow on one side of the parallel bars, and his eyebrows were clear, but his eyes were deep. As if something had fallen on his head, he reached out and swept the fallen leaves from his hair.

"How's my uncle and aunt?" He asked. When she was a child, she also met her parents two or three times when she lived in the family home, and they were not divorced at that time. But only two or three times.

"This... I went to my grandmother's house in junior high school, lived in high school, and then went to Jungkyung to go to university, and I didn't see them much, I didn't have much contact, and I didn't have any feelings. They each have their own families, so it must be good. ”

Che Songhe doesn't like to talk about her parents, and besides, she doesn't know much about their situation, so she simply said a few perfunctory words.

Thinking that he would save him from asking these mothers-in-law questions again, he directly raised her questions about him.

"What's the matter with you looking for me, I went to the bookstore last time, and I made an appointment here today, and the person you claimed to be able to help me find didn't show up.

Well, even if you have the intention to help me, and you don't help because of someone else's no-show, is there anything else you want to ask me for? Or to put it another way, there's something I can do to help.

I'm afraid there is no such thing as a simple reminiscence.

I have to say bluntly that I don't have much to offer other than painting. ”

She didn't have much time or energy to speculate, and being open and honest was a good way to save time and effort, and it depended on whether the friendship between classmates should be terminated immediately or continued naturally.