After the 100-day pledge meeting in the third year of high school, the days became more and more tight, and Chen Dongdong had to write the countdown card on the blackboard once a day. The quality of that board is not very good, and it can't be wiped clean, so that 3 looks like 8, and 1 looks like 7, probably because even the countdown board doesn't want the college entrance examination to come so quickly.

“…… Everybody take out yesterday's paper, yes, the one with small print. Wang Miao was half-hunched up, the early summer wind was blowing on her body, beads of sweat were still oozing from her neck, there was no air conditioning in the classroom, only a few fans that looked like they would fall.

Lin Feng was also bored to calculate the damage area after each ceiling fan fell down.

"Please pay attention, the first two blanks of question 22 are empty, and the second two points are empty, and those who have added the wrong score come to me after class." The numb monthly exam results fell on Wang Miaodeng's fascicle again and again, with red and black handwriting, full of sides.

Because it was afternoon, the hum of the fan and Wang Miao's deep voice could always blend together. On the blackboard, the gene fragments of base complementary pairings are counted, AT, GC, A+G=T+C......

finally lasted until the bell rang for the end of class, Xia Xiaowu finally couldn't help the eyelids of the fight, leaned on the desk and fell asleep, the sleepiness of adolescence was already irresistible. The warm summer wind blows through the window and hovers in the air, rendering the irritable but dull atmosphere.

He Xiaobo came back from outside at this time, covered in sweat, but he was quite comfortable these days, going outside every morning to participate in the training of the art examination, and coming back in the afternoon to take cultural classes. To be honest, the paintings he painted were all of some level, especially Chinese paintings, and Chen Zifeng praised them again and again.

"I'll go, the classroom is so dark, you don't open the window-" He Xiaobo just pulled the curtain with his hand, and a light penetrated through the crack in his eye, Xia Xiaowu muttered and turned her head, but she forgot, the other side was-

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw the same surprised look on Chen Zifeng's face, and then something fell above her head.

This scene, why, how does it seem a little familiar?

"What are you doing?" She came out of the opening of her school uniform like a kitten, and the bangs on her forehead were messed up, looking at him as if she had just woken up. It's the same scene as the playground!

He suddenly woke up and said coldly, "Sleep well." "Sleep well? How did he come up with this kind of line, because she was too sleepy, she didn't think too much about it and got into it again, and there was a faint smell of mint and lemon on the school uniform, as if it was the smell of laundry detergent.

"Uncle Feng, do you know, I just saw something in the office......"

"You come over to me."

Chen Zifeng's voice in her ears was getting farther and farther away, and her sleepiness actually gradually dissipated by half, and she quietly looked at him through the cracks. This guy is quite knowledgeable, and he keeps the noisy little sparrow away.

In the distance, a figure walked lonely, although the eyes were still a little blurry, but it was clearly clear that the girl's red eyes were accompanied by sobs that she could not bear, and it was very obvious one after another.

Her action of throwing the school uniform was crisp, and Song Ziwen's eyes were really terrifying, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Ziwen didn't say anything, just buried his head and kept crying, although crying was useless. But Song Ziwen's tears that he couldn't hold back or couldn't hold back were distressing.

"What's wrong with her?" Chen Dongdong poked his head and muttered in a low voice, "Won't it be scolded by Boss Zhou?" ”

Lu You also handed over a tissue, "It's not a day or two for the boss to get nervous this week." Don't forget to go in your heart-" Song Ziwen could still hold back the tears, but because of the words of the two of them, he completely lost his defense, and tears fell like beads.

Song Ziwen couldn't have imagined that he would hold back tears in the end because of Lu You and Chen Dongdong.

They sat on the steps in front of the piano room, Xia Xiaowu said, no one came to this place, except for someone sneaking in to practice the piano at noon, but today's piano room is locked with a big lock, so no one will come.

The dry wind didn't have time to dry her tears, one after the other, and then, as if out of control, splashed a flower on the ground.

"I ...... I ......" Song Ziwen's tone of speech was intermittent, every cry was heart-wrenching, the tissue in his hand was pinched into a ball, but the palm of his hand was clenched to death.

"Speak slowly, it's okay." smoothed out the ups and downs of her back, only to find that Song Ziwen's whole body was trembling, as if every tear was squeezed out of his heart, and that feeling was still terrible in retrospect.

"My grandfather, dead......" she whimpered and finally uttered a complete sentence in her throat.

Xia Xiaowu heard it clearly, Song Ziwen used a dead word, not gone, and this dead word was more like an arrow inflamed in a wound, and there was more resentment than reluctance in his tone, otherwise how could he be reluctant to use a dead word.

The sentence "Grandpa is dead......" is so uncontrollable that the end of the dialect continues to tremble.

Tears tickle in the throat, and the voice of the scream trembles, complaining and fearing, avoiding and confronting. For the rest of the reasons, Xia Xiaowu still has thousands of ways to comfort him, but death, no matter how many times he grows, he can't digest it.

She gently brushed away the wet hair on Song Ziwen's forehead, and said in a soft tone, "It's okay, it's all over." ”

But it's okay, everyone knows in their hearts, most of them are something.

After about three minutes, Song Ziwen slowly eased up in the rhythm of sobbing and sat up straight calmly, it turned out that she had just been leaning on Xiao Wu's shoulder, so that there was an ugly tear on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry......" she cried like a red-nosed rabbit again, "I, I'll go back and wash it for you." ”

"It's fine." Xia Xiaowu took out another piece of paper and wiped the tears on her cheeks, "If you're sad, you should cry, it's reasonable, you don't have to endure it, there's no one here, you just have to cry." ”

Song Ziwen cried hoarsely, she said well, there is really no one here, this quiet place was told to her by Li Chenyi. She just patted the kitten's back quietly, trying to eliminate her anxiety and grievances as much as possible.

She seemed to remember the day, the day her grandmother left, her father gently patted her grandfather's back, and although it was sad, the living people still had to support each other and continue.

"Actually, my grandmother died when I was in elementary school, and it wasn't very strong at that time, but the loss of a loved one is always difficult to get out of. Seeing you crying, I can't help it. ”

"Or-" Song Ziwen tore half of the tissue and handed it to her, "I'll give you half." ”

Xia Xiaowu didn't hold back his tears, and squeezed out with a smile, "No, it's Zhou Papi's class in the afternoon, if you and I cry together, you will definitely be laughed at by the whole class when you go back." ”

"I'm not much different from you, I was brought up by my grandfather since I was a child, he was fine yesterday, made me my favorite pork rib stew, said to wait for me to eat after school, and reminded me not to study too hard. Why did you ...... this morning" The sound made from the depths of her whimpering throat was like a whale in the deep sea, although Xia Xiaowu had never seen a whale.

"We can't predict which one will come first, the accident or tomorrow. All we can do is to live in the present, cherish the present, and keep our eyes on the front at all times. Maybe the next moment will be a storm, but in life, doesn't it require us to overcome obstacles and ride the wind and waves? ”

"Can't we choose to run away?"

"Maybe we are born as human beings, and we should have the determination to move forward."

Song Ziwen nodded, she knew that no matter what Xia Xiaowu said at that moment, she would feel a lot better. Because, relying on trust, can always be the warmest comfort in times of crisis.

"Ya'an." She pointed to the marks on Xia Ya'an's shoulder again, "I, I'll help you wash it, right?" ”

"No." Xia Xiaowu stood up lightly and stretched out his hand to her, "What is this, tell you secretly, I just put saliva on Chen Zifeng's school uniform, but don't tell him, he is a super grudge, and I don't want to wash clothes." Let's go, wipe away your tears! ”

In the third year of high school, Song Ziwen felt that at the darkest moment of her life, except for that person, only Xia Xiaowu gave her light, which made her feel the benefits of having a friend for the first time.

The summer wind was warm and warm, but it was not the kind of irritable heat, but a strange warmth that grew in the delicate and sensitive hearts of the two girls.

Maybe gentle people should rely on each other.