Teenagers are really naïve, whether they are showing off their power and showing off their might, or deliberately hiding and concealing - those who want to boast of their strength desperately, or things they want to protect - these things are the product of their own rules. The adults standing on the sidelines, for the teenagers' mental strength, overestimating or underestimating, for the teenagers, is not within their consideration. But even so, in the destined long life of teenagers, these slightly immature powers still began in the state of imminent hair, and in the vast and boundless world, they seem too insignificant.

But the reason why teenagers are teenagers is because they can spread their hands and feet to make a fuss, as if this restlessness in their bodies is like the untimely cold wind in this early spring, blowing from time to time and making noise, but they have never found a place where they can be properly placed.

Xiao Fei stood up, spun around in place, and sat down again. He was a little cramped, like he used to feel like he used to steal his mother's freshly baked bread in the kitchen, and when he turned around, he was caught by his mother.

Actually, why fight? The answer to the teachers is that they cause trouble first. But to Sanping, he didn't want to give this answer. Of course, the real answer, he didn't want to tell Sanping. Although I have lived with Sanping for more than three years and almost four years, there is still a thin, transparent wall between me and her. They can see each other, but they can't touch each other at all.

Besides, he was also afraid, after passing through, what kind of unknown place would his feet stand?

Just thinking about it, he couldn't move.

"What's going on with this injury?" Sanping asked.

"You don't care." Xiao Fei blurted out, and there was a tremor in his voice that Sanping couldn't even detect. But Xiao Fei noticed it, and he felt both ashamed and helpless.

Sanping stopped talking, and Xiao Fei just sat on the cold stone bench, waiting for Lu Yi to come back. The wind stopped, and they listened in silence to the people around them. The sounds around them, as if from the side of a thick wall, came with difficulty, and they couldn't really hear them, let alone catch the momentary voices that dissipated in the wind.

Lu Yi walked up from behind, he took two bottles of water, and looked at them like two people who were each wrapped in a cicada chrysalis woven by themselves. They closed their eyes, covered their ears, and quickly rolled over as they tried to open them. They are all wrapped in the burden of time, back to each other, and then go further and further.

After reaching the top, Xiao Fei stood quietly aside, holding the guardrail tightly with both hands, and his bright eyes looked at the wide and secluded world, the forest, and the buildings and viaducts that had become the size of small toys at this time. The traffic is speeding, the buildings are shaking, and there are no people in sight, but if there is no one, these city machines will clatter and will not work at all.

After all, it still belongs to nature, so even if Fukuyama does not have the majesty of Mount Tai, it is still possible to accommodate a city and make it like a baby stretching its limbs in soft bedding.

The broken hair on Xiao Fei's forehead was blown up by the wind, and his nose was full of the unique smell of the woods emitted by the complex leaves, which was a little clear, and even had a bit of earthy smell. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the flavors into his lungs - Qiankun can't spit it out, and it's not an exaggeration to spit out all the little troubles in his heart, right?

In this vast world, in the noisy wind, he faintly felt that he had found the reason for his longing to be close to Fukuyama.

He knew very well that there had to be a primitive, wild, and at the same time gentle—such a place, and that the often unobedient force within him could pass by without recklessness.

His primal impulses and desires, the desire to find a vessel to connect with.

Lu Yi and Sanping sat breathlessly on the steps in the center of the summit square, wordlessly looking at Xiao Fei, who was immersed in nature.

It's still not as energetic as a teenager.

Looking at the time, it was almost noon, and Lu Yi said that he knew that there was a small grassy slope somewhere on the mountainside of Fushan, and sitting on the grassy slope, he could clearly see the appearance of Fushan Lake. Lake Fukuyama is a little more famous than Fukuyama. Lake Fukuyama is half-moon-shaped, lying quietly in the vast forest. The calm surface of the lake, like a mirror, faithfully reflects the trunks of the trees standing by the lake, but there is never a single fallen leaf on the surface. It is said that there is a whirlpool in the center of the lake, and when the leaves fall off the branches and float to the surface of the lake, the suction of the whirlpool will suck the leaves into it and suck them into an unknown place.

The whole view of Lake Fukuyama is difficult to see even when you reach the top of the mountain, and you can only see the mysterious Lake Fukuyama in its entirety halfway up the mountain, which is not too high or too low.

Also, it's a great place to enjoy lunch.

When the three of them arrived at the grassy slope, there were not many people on the grassy slope, which was exactly what several of them wanted-"One by one, they don't like to see people?" Lu Yi was funny, sat down on the grassy slope casually, and raised his hand to greet Xiao Fei and Sanping. Sanpei took out a picnic cloth from his backpack and spread it on the grassy slope, then took out a lunch box and a fruit box, and stacked them on the cloth in turn. Xiao Fei didn't know where he had gone, and when he came to Fushan, he was like a child full of grand curiosity about the outside world, tireless. Lu Yi watched Sanping take out the things in his backpack one by one and place them on the picnic cloth in an orderly manner, and couldn't help but say, "I don't think you should be a violin player." ”

Lu Yi never said that Sanping was a violinist or a violinist, and from beginning to end, he roughly and simply summed up Sanping's seemingly glorious profession - "playing the violin".

Sanping shrugged indifferently: "Then what should I be?" ”

"Those tally cabinets in the store." Lu Yi answered the questions carefully.

"If I wasn't a violin player, I'd definitely think about the profession you mentioned."

"Think about it. We should all have a good career plan. Lu Yi reached out and took a small tomato and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I see that you are a painter, but you are quite willing to go all the way to the end." Sanping said.

"I'm different. I'm ......" Lu Yi suddenly stopped talking and pointed to Xiao Fei who ran towards them: "Children, come here to eat!" ”

Xiao Fei was holding a bouquet of wildflowers in his arms, he ran to them, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the yellow, red, and purple wildflowers fell on the rice balls in the lunch box and the fruits in the fruit box. He sat casually between Luyi and Sanping and picked up a rice ball.

The soft grass, the still wind, and the half-moon-shaped Lake Fukuyama are like a clean mirror, turning the heavens, the earth, and the trees upside down in turn, and all of them into the bosom. The three of them sat quietly on the grassy slope. Until they finished eating the bento and fruit, the three of them did not speak again. For them, simply feel the gradually warm and humid air, feel the touch of cold rice wrapped in crispy cucumbers and juicy chicken between their teeth, feel the enthusiasm of the plump strawberries and cherry tomatoes, and feel the aura of the people around them to calm down...... All of this is more important than phrases, words, and sounds.

After coming down from the mountain, Lu Yi insisted on taking them to eat offal near his studio. "In the past, when we were studying, we studied on our own next night and ate with the one you often went to." Lu Yi said to Sanping, "I'm afraid you haven't been back for a long time, right?" The proprietress also talked to me, saying that the violin player didn't come. ”

"Nonsense. How did the hostess know that I played the violin. Sanping remembered that when she was studying, she would occasionally go to the small grocery store in the back alley of the school with Lu Yi to eat offal, but she only dared to go secretly during self-study the next night, and she didn't dare to go often, and every time she went, she only carried her schoolbag, and the violin bag was not carried once.

"Xiao Feifei, you must try it, that offal, fragrant, full of ingredients, and thick soup. Superb! The road that was exposed by Sanping didn't care, and turned to Xiao Fei and said, "After eating, do you want to come to my studio to rest for a while?" Let Sanping go back first? I'll send you back when I'm done. ”

"Why should I go back first? Wouldn't it be good to go back together? Sanping asked suspiciously.

Lu Yi grabbed Xiao Fei's shoulder: "This is a secret between men." You don't care, OK? ”

Xiao Fei nodded. Although he didn't know what secrets Lu Yi had to tell him, it was always comfortable to go to his studio and be in that environment.

Sanpei shrugged, leaned back against the back of the bus, and fell asleep gently.

Lu Yi bought a two-bedroom house near the former high school, with an area of 100 square meters, and the living room has a large floor-to-ceiling window. He opened one of the rooms and the living room into a large room for the studio, and the remaining room for the bedroom. He likes to cook at home, and unlike the open kitchen that is popular now, he uses thick bricks to build walls and enclose the kitchen firmly.

Seeing the taxi carrying Sanping driving farther and farther, and finally disappearing around the corner, Xiao Fei turned around sharply and rushed into the building. Lu Yi said "oops" and turned around to chase Xiao Fei. The two of you rushed to the elevator after me, Xiao Fei took the lead in pressing the elevator, and when the elevator arrived, Lu Yi pushed Xiao Fei into the elevator.

After getting out of the elevator, Xiao Fei rushed to the door of Lu Yi's house for the first time, but Lu Yi moved over slowly, and said while moving: "You go in, you go in, there is no key, I see how you get in." ”

Xiao Fei stared at the door, then turned back to Lu Yi, who was taking out the key to open the door, and said, "You and Sanping, why don't you consider using a smart door lock, so that you don't have to bring a key." ”

"I can't remember the password, I can't remember it." Lu Yi opened the door, Xiao Fei jumped in, rushed to Lu Yi's bookshelf with an arrow step, and reached out to get a book on the shelf.

"No one is robbing you, what are you anxious about." Lu Yi threw the key into a bamboo basket on the cabinet in the entrance of the door, and reached out to turn on the light on the wall. Xiao Fei stood in front of the bookshelf, flipping through a sketchbook.

Lu Yi was about to walk over when the mobile phone in his jacket pocket vibrate. He took out his mobile phone, and it was a text message from Sanping-

"Xiao Fei had another fight at school, but he wouldn't say why, and I had no way to ask again. You can help me inquire. ”

Lu Yi looked at the text message, sighed, and quickly clicked a few times on the phone screen with his thumb, and then put the phone on the cabinet next to him.