When the tide is small, it looks ugly, and it is not because the tide and bayberry grow ugly because it is inherited in the family. She was ugly because when she was seven years old, Yangmei splashed half a basin of boiling water on her face and neck. People's inferiority complex accumulates little by little as they get older. Although she didn't know whether the half basin of water was a deliberate motive or an accident, she knew that she might have to live a lifetime with this swollen and soaking face.

Seven years old is the age when he first started school, and Tidal has not gone to kindergarten, but he is surprisingly talented. In addition to the ridicule and isolation among her classmates brought by that terrible face, the teachers still took care of her out of pity. Perhaps in this world, ugliness is the original sin, and there is no room for justification.

Xia Chan was the first to stand up for her. During that long and painful time, she was like a hero sent by God to save her, her other half of the wings. really knew Xia Chan when the boy who often bullied the tide forced her into a corner. The boy was always arrogant and made her do messy things, and often used her face as the object of ridicule. The tide has always been stubborn, and he was taken to the corner to punch and kick him that day.

"You're so pretty!"

This is a phrase that a boy must say every time he hits her. It's as if this sentence is a warm-up, telling her to be ready for the next second of punishment.

By the time the third kick hit her in the stomach, Tidal already felt a dull pain in her stomach. She couldn't open her eyes weakly, ready to grit her teeth to withstand the next impact.

A girl's crisp and loud voice suddenly sounded behind the little boy. The two of them looked behind each other in unison.

That was the first time Tidal had seen a summer cicada. She stood in front of them with her back to the sun and her hands pinched around her waist. Tidal could hear the panting of her tufts.

"Boys bully girls, my dad said it's not a man!"

She is not tall, with neat short hair, but there is a heroic spirit unique to a boy in her eyebrows and eyes.

The little bully boy turned around with a hippie smile and spat in her direction.

"you!"

Xia Cicada didn't see the tide at all when she walked over a few steps, she only saw her stare at them with her cheeks puffed out, and instantly heard the boy's mournful shout. Then the tide saw him squatting down with a painful face, and his hands covered the position that the teacher had told girls not to see.

Before she could react, a pair of hands pulled her up from the ground and ran out of the alley. The look of pain she saw on the boy's face when she hurriedly turned back was the most profound memory of Tide's childhood.

Later, Xia Chan told her that she used this method to make a boy cry and tried it repeatedly.

The two of them laughed together. The tide saw that her eyes were bright, as if there were countless stars.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" That's the question she wants to ask the most.

Xia Chan shook his head without hesitation. The firmness and sincerity on her face were not hypocritical at all.

"You're not ugly, but you have a few more marks on your face." She grinned. "My mother said that the faces of girls like you have been kissed by little angels."

That was the first time the tide felt the kindness of being born into this world. She felt that Xia Cicada's eyes were full of light, carrying all the beauty of the world in them, and there was no room for a little sludge.

However, the painful time did not last long. When she was nine years old, Chaohai told her that a kind aunt was going to perform an operation on her and make her just like everyone else.

Nine-year-old girls are born with a love of beauty, fed up with white eyes and bullying, excited and frightened by this hard-won surprise.

But from the beginning to the end, she never met the kind aunt.

Chaohai and Yangmei also kept silent about this matter. She asked them, and in exchange for the same sentence.

"People want to do good deeds without leaving a name."

The surgery was a success. When she was pushed out of the operating room, she woke up from the anesthetic, heard the conversation between the doctor and Chaohai, and heard a word that was still difficult to understand at that age.

Skin grafting.

Since then, the word has taken root in her heart.

His face was wrapped in several layers of thick gauze, and the tide could only see his own eyes in the mirror.

While waiting for the time when the cloth was uncovered, Xia Chan would still take the initiative to visit her. The boring and boring time was spent in the chaotic conjectures and whispers of the two people, but when the tide dreamed that she opened the gauze, Xia Cicada suddenly turned away from her. She saw the disappointment in her eyes as she turned around.

"I don't know you, I only know the tides."

When she woke up, she was crying.

But it was just a dream. On the day the gauze was removed, the girl in the mirror had smooth skin, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a new look.

Xia Cicada hugged her and cried and laughed happily.

Sometimes it only takes one step to change the trajectory of your life. Tide felt that Cong was seven to nine years old, and the arrival of Xia Chan, who was shining in her eyes, and the kind and nameless aunt, completely turned her life upside down.

The last class on Friday is always full of energy. As soon as Xia Cicada got out of class, he rushed over from his seat and pulled the tide out.

Before the tide packed her schoolbag, she was dragged out by her, and she was still confused, when she saw a boy leaning against the wall at the door with an excited face and looking this way.

"Xia Cicada!"

The boy shouted, threw up the backpack in his hand, and walked over on his shoulder.

"Xu Jinxi?" Tide exclaimed in a low voice.

The boy seemed to hear his name, and looked at it with a smile, full of spring breeze. "Do you remember me? I thought you didn't know me. ”

Tide remembers that the last time he saw him was on Xia Cicada's birthday in the third year of high school. Xu Jinxi is Xia Chan's cousin, who just graduated from his senior year and is a photographer.

However, it was a little inexplicable embarrassing to see him. He once chased her because of love at first sight, but was rejected by the tide.

Xu Jinxi is a heartless rectum. Listening to Xia Chan say that the night his confession was rejected, he was drunk and wanted to jump off the building, and was pulled down by his roommate. The next day I was refreshed, as if rejection had never existed.

"Hahaha, I knew you were going to come to see me when you passed by! Righteous enough! Xia Cicada went up and gave him a bear hug.

"I'm going to stay here for a while, and there's photography work to deal with here, about two months."

Xu Jinxi especially loves Xia Chan's younger sister. He said that in fact, he has always regarded Xia Chan as a younger brother, and Xia Chan almost strangled him to death when he knew.

He was as heroic as ever. However, the tide didn't have much feeling for him, she was still a sophomore in high school when he chased her, and she was addicted to studying all day long. Xia Chan used to be a matchmaker, and tried her best to persuade her to promise him first, and then talk about it after the college entrance examination.

"My brother has just entered the university and is a school grass, and there are a lot of girls who pick her up! If you give up now, you'll cry to death! ”

Xia Chan was afraid that this marriage would not be in time all day.

But the tide just doesn't have a little bit of love.

She admits that he is handsome, but it is only a good impression of beautiful skin. And at that time, Qiao Shen already existed in her heart, even if that person was never possible, she still stubbornly refused to let go.

Xu Jinxi always grinned, exactly the same as Xia Chan.

"Have dinner together in the evening? Or do you want to sing? I've got it all! He asked for the opinions of two people.

"Eat first, then sing!" Xia Cicada was determined.

Tidal tacitly agreed, she had always been casual with her choice.

Xu Jinxi's voice is very good, and his pitch is also good. Xia Chan said that he was the one who won the top ten singers on campus.

The dim light in the box reflects the flickering lyrics on the screen, red and green, light and dark.

“.......

I try to smile strongly

Loneliness builds a wall

It can't be beaten overnight

The gentlest moonshine

......”

This is Xu Jinxi's favorite Lin Youjia.

Tide was sitting in the corner of the sofa listening to the rhythm, Xia Cicada suddenly sat over, glanced at her, and sighed slightly.

"How?" Tidal doubts.

Xia Chan raised her eyebrows and looked at Xu Jinxi's back thoughtfully.

"I always thought this song was for you."

She was rare in seriousness.

Tidal pursed his lips and withdrew his gaze from the lyrics on the screen and landed on his phone. "What you think is not what you think. He just likes Lin Youjia, it's been so long, he has long forgotten it. ”

Xia Cicada smacked her lips, still frowning.

"You don't know him. He looks very smug and heartless, but in fact, like me, he is very delicate. ”

Tide burst out laughing when he heard this. "You boast about yourself, and you use your brother as a shield. It's a bit unkind to be a human being. ”

Xia Chan just wanted to punch her, but the accompaniment and vocals stopped, and Xu Jinxi turned around. He had finished singing, and the screen began to cut out Stefanie Sun's classic love song.

"Who ordered this? Can't you see such nostalgia? ”

Xu Jinxi's voice was raised, and his laughter was clear.

"Me."

Tide stood up from the corner and took the microphone as he still had his mouth shut.

"I can't see it, I can't see it."

Xia Cicada grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked them up, pouting and shaking her head, her voice slurred.

“...... Hear Winter's Departure

I woke up in a certain month of the year

.......”

Everyone has a classic in their hearts that cannot be replaced. In the heart of the tide, Yanzi Sun is like Xu Jinxi's beloved Lin Youjia, and she is extremely heavy. Especially this encounter, she regards it as a treasure.

Xu Jinxi sat down in the back, his eyes roaming back and forth behind her, and the smile on the corner of his mouth lingered for a long time.

When I sang the chorus, somehow the tide couldn't help but think of the river. His voice and smile became clearer and clearer between the lines of the words he spitted out, and little by little it seeped into her voice.

Seeing things and thinking about people, touching the scene and feelings, it turned out to be this saying.

"Who I meet, what kind of dialogue will there be,

The person we are waiting for, how far in the future he is. ”

The dialogue between her and Jiang Qi, she still clearly remembers Jiang Qi's description of it. Flowers are not flowers and fog is not fog. The funny thing is that after she went back that night, she typed these six words into the search box for the first time in her life. The first page she saw pop up read, "Like a flower but not a flower, like a fog but not a fog, often used to describe something or a situation that looks like something and is not." ”

It's a bit awkward, and it makes her a little confused.

However, this word has become the second thing that exists in her memory after "skin grafting".