The two walked side by side on the playground where the autumn leaves were flying, and occasionally each other's shoulders would still touch each other.

The happiness of Xue Yan's life and what he saw in his eyes were vaguely the difference between not seeing each other that year.

Looking at the playground in front of him, he still remembers the scene of the students lining up to do radio gymnastics, and the homeroom teachers were responsible for supervising the order of the class.

So, one such scene appeared————

The students stood in columns, as if waiting for a prisoner whose head had been shot off, and music similar to the prelude to Journey to the West sounded on the loudspeaker: Now start doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics, walk on the spot, one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight, two-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight......

Guided by the announcement, the students began to perform various postures of being strafed by machine guns and jumping movements blown away by shells, with a variety of expressions, not to mention how vivid.

At that time, Xue Yan was often beaten by his father, and every time he did stretching exercises, the pain in the depths of the earth stretched to the soles of his feet, as if he had been connected to a circuit and flowed into his limbs, waving his hand towards the sharp 45° sky, which would always hurt him even to breathe......

"It turns out that this is our former alma mater, and I don't even know why I transferred to this ordinary high school back then." Hai Yao sighed softly.

Xue Yan casually put his hands in his pockets, and he had asked Hai Yao this question back then.

At that time, Hai Yao said that she was suffering from osteogenesis imperfecta, and her father's protection of her had reached the point of meticulousness, which also made her have no friends around her.

And the reason why Hai Yao came to this school is to find such a person and make his life without regrets.

Hold hands and look at each other without saying a word, but you know what is going on!

"Can you remember who the homeroom teacher of our class is?" Xue Yan guided her quietly.

Hai Yao lowered his head and whispered, "I heard my father say that many teachers and classmates were killed at the center of that accident back then, and it would be nice if Bai Xiaoxi could be found." ”

Xue Yan smiled coldly.

Hai Yao's father is too ruthless, and in order to protect his daughter, he really dares to say anything.

I really don't know how their face-pinching teacher Bai will feel when he hears this?

Walking back from the cafeteria to the classroom is a quiet boulevard, lined with maple trees that bloom like flowers in autumn and occasionally dapple with dappled sunlight.

Xue Yan walked in front absentmindedly, and unconsciously, found that Hai Yao did not follow.

He looked back and saw Hai Yao standing in front of a maple tree, staring at the hole above, stretching out his hand to caress the imprint of the years.

Perhaps, every tree in the school hides a person's soul and hides the stories and secrets in the hearts of many people.

Xue Yan pretended to be curious and leaned over, "What are you doing?" ”

"I've seen this tree." Hai Yao said, she stared at Xue Yan with an affirmative gaze.

Xue Yan was silent, and the boundless spread of thoughts brought him into his memories.

……

Summer 2007.

The two sat at the same table in the corner, eating the ribs cooked by Hai Yao's nanny, and whispers lingered around them.

"The two of them must be getting better!"

"I just walked over holding hands!"

"Who gave them courage!"

"Of course it's Liang Jingru!"

"Lao Bai definitely doesn't know about this, or he should have informed his parents earlier!"

"I think Lao Bai already knew about this, maybe he has already acquiesced!"

Gossip floated in his ears from time to time, and Xue Yan frowned and said, "Let's go back to the classroom!" ”

"Why?" Hai Yao was puzzled.

Xue Yan said frowned, "You are with me, and you are talked about every day, is this really good?" ”

"Those gossips entangled in the middle of the night, I'm not afraid of you hearing it, and I'm not afraid of the whole world hearing it, I'm afraid that you will hear it and believe it!" Hai Yao ate the ribs reservedly, with a sweet smile on his face.

"But ......"

"But what? You're originally my boyfriend, I'm not afraid of a girl, you can't even stand this bit of gossip? Hai Yao said coquettishly.

Xue Yan smiled slightly, and no longer paid attention to the strange gazes of others, "Do you like Haizi's poems?" ”

Hai Yao nodded, and immediately said lyrically: "Savor it in the sun, experience the love and freedom expressed by Haizi, compare the starlight to a lover's ankle bracelet with grand brushstrokes, and then close the open petals at night, cast yourself into a lonely full moon with golden poetry, gaze at the sky, and weave love and freedom in the blue." ”

Xue Yan tugged at the corners of her mouth disdainfully, "Just because she fantasized about love and freedom too beautifully, so after the gap between reality and fantasy, he committed suicide, I suggest you go to Eberhard's Practical Mathematics Handbook, which not only lists mathematical formulas, theorems and concepts, but also has a popular introduction to the main scientific calculations of mathematics, which is much more useful than these poetic and picturesque meanings!" ”

"You're a man...... Can't you coax me? Hai Yao said angrily, and then looked at him with a smile: "You can also make a little poem for me, I want to hear it." ”

Xue Yan's face turned red all of a sudden, and he said, "I—I won't." ”

"Okay, I won't tease you, I didn't expect you to be so thin-skinned." Hai Yao knocked on Xue Yan's lunch box with chopsticks unhappily, "Eat." ”

The faucets at the back of the cafeteria are lined up, dripping sporadically.

"I'll wash it!" Hai Yao took the lunch box he had washed half-washed, rolled up his sleeves, and began to wash it with water.

The clear splash of water danced on those hands, and the sunlight that poured in from the windows gave a beautiful rainbow.

After washing the lunch boxes of the two, Hai Yao took out the hand cream again, squeezed some on the back of Xue Yan's hand, and let him learn to rub it repeatedly.

Xue Yan sniffed the back of his hand, it was the smell of brand-name skin care products, and then, he couldn't help but lean over to Hai Yao's cheek and sniff it.

"Is it fragrant?" His breath was in his ears, and Hai Yao turned his head and asked with a smile.

Xue Yan nodded her head.

Hai Yao gently told him, "You have to remember this brand, La Mer Mystery, because this fragrance will accompany you for the rest of your life." ”

The sound of the faucet rattling, like an aortic valve suddenly opening of an inflated heart, incessantly tilted outwards the flowing liquid of love and hate, until everything contained in it was emptied.

On the way back to the classroom, Hai Yao saw this tree hole, so he pulled Xue Yan over, "I once heard a saying that when you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is to forget, so if you have a secret that you don't want to tell others, then you find a tree hole, tell your secret to the tree hole, and then seal the tree hole with mud, from now on, no one, including yourself, can remember the unbearable past." ”

Seeing her serious appearance, Xue Yan asked puzzledly, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Let's give it a try!" Hai Yao instigated, "You just give it a try, the floating dream can make you forget all the pain, and also let your bad emotions have a channel to dredge, so that we can face the next life, I will not eavesdrop!" ”

Then Hai Yao stepped aside and covered his ears.

Xue Yan really said a lot to that tree hole, and said it for a long, long time.

But just now, this tree hole was hidden by Hai Yao with a voice recorder.

After class, Hai Yao couldn't wait to come to the tree hole and stretched out his hand to grope inside.

"Huh? How could it be gone? ”

"No need to look for it!"

Hai Yao turned his head sharply and saw Xue Yan standing a few steps away, the silver voice recorder in his hand shining very brightly in the sun.

"Are you angry? Don't want to ignore me? Hai Yao stepped on the fallen leaves under his feet, and quickly caught up with the snow banquet that turned around and left.

Xue Yanwu walked forward, and the daylight seemed to be less pale, with a little warmer tones, blurring the sky.

When he felt the strange emotions of the girl behind him spreading towards him, Xue Yan turned around and saw Hai Yao, who was three or four meters behind him.

"I know you're not very articulate, but you know what? For you, I don't even want a girl's reserve, I'm already so active, I'll be tired if I take the initiative for a long time! ”

Hai Yao sincerely continued, "I don't care about gossip, I'm not afraid of others saying that I'm upside down, I think in this life, it's not easy to meet a person you really like, no matter how many difficulties there are in the future, as long as you take a step towards me, I will walk the remaining 99 steps, but can you take the initiative to me, hold my hand, occasionally hug me, don't be so cold, don't be like a piece of wood, even if you give me a little response, say some sweet words to coax me, I feel that my contribution is meaningful, is it difficult?" ”

Xue Yan fell silent, he silently handed the recorder to Hai Yao and put down the play button.

"A thousand years, is it a long time?

If a goldfish only has a memory of seven seconds, how long can you remember another person?

If memories could be stored on disk, would you remember her a thousand years later?

At that time, the world will long be without you, and all life will reunite in the space-time cache, ruthlessly formatted by time.

At that time, will you still remember the person who hugged you in the twilight?

Tenderness in infinite long time, long time in infinite tenderness.

If you could load a disk protection lock for this time, how long would you like it to be?

I hope it's a thousand years ......"

Listening to the voice recorder, the affectionate confession of the beloved boy to himself, Hai Yao's heart was drunk.

Xue Yan handed the recorder to Hai Yao, and said with a faint smile, "I don't have the talent of Haizi and Tagore, nor the talent of Shakespeare and the depth of Nietzsche, I can't speak sweetly, and I'm not good at making girls happy, but this is what I say in my heart, you are the best part of my life, no matter how many years have passed, you will always be." ”

Then, Hai Yao punched him hard in the chest, and a sweet smile bloomed from the light.

·——Points——·——Cut————Lines——·

"Remember? This tree, this tree hole ......" Xue Yan asked softly as he stared at Hai Yao, his gaze hidden in his indecisive patience.

Hai Yao thought for a long time, what is the familiar and warm remnant?

Suddenly with a headache, Hai Yao held his forehead with his hand, "I'm a little tired, let's go back." ”

Xue Yan didn't force her, but just asked casually, "When you came back this time, didn't you want to go over to see your boyfriend?" ”

"I asked about this before I returned home, and my father told me to stop worrying about people who have died, maybe he was right!"

Hai Yao looked at the light and breezy sky, as if relieved, and whispered, "Everything will pass, and those that have passed will become beautiful memories that will never fade, even if that memory no longer belongs to me...... I've been in this world, we've loved each other, and that's enough, there's no need to bother mediocrity, no need to bother him! ”

A sentimentality was drawn from the bottom of Xue Yan's heart, stretching until it reached a place where the beam could not be touched.

He said nonchalantly, "Someone once told me that when you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is to forget, if you have a secret that you don't want to tell others, then you find a tree hole, tell your secret to the tree hole, and then seal the tree hole with mud, and from now on, no one, including yourself, can remember the unbearable past, maybe we are all under the spell of the tree hole." ”

"What do I think, I've heard this before......" Hai Yao frowned, but still couldn't think of anything.

Xue Yan seemed to say to herself, and as if to say to her, "Don't worry too much, time can always slowly spread out the truth step by step, and finally put it in front of you!"

Maybe it's unbearable, maybe it's unbearable.

No matter how good and malicious it is, lies can blind a pair of bright eyes for a while, but not forever! ”

And the sky is always so clear, like a mirror reflecting the real projection of the world.

Finally, he took a deep look at the tree hole, "It's not yesterday to meet again, and I can't bear to talk about a thousand words!" ”