When she returned to the classroom, she lay on her desk and cried. Jiming left silently, and she gradually felt as if his departure was all self-inflicted, as if she had become an unforgivable sinner in the eyes of everyone.

Yang Ling, Wang Pengfei and others followed her into the classroom, Yang Ling saw Wang Qianqian lying on the table crying, so he went up and said with concern: "Don't cry, Qianqian!" ”

"Get out!" She scolded him shallowly, she was very strange, Yang Ling's tone changed, and she became like two people. She didn't understand why after Jiming left, how this person who used to like to scold herself became like a different person.

"Don't cry, what's there to cry about!" Yang Ling sat beside Qianqian and patted her on the shoulder to persuade her, his eyes full of concern.

"What the hell do you care?" Shallow turned sideways, she glanced at Yang Ling angrily, not understanding how this boy sat beside her without any scruples, shallow lowered her head and continued to cry herself.

Yang Ling sat next to Qianqian, he looked at Wang Qianqian quietly, he didn't understand what was wrong with him, when Zhiming was there, he saw this girl and his stomach was on fire, Zhiming left, but he was the first to stand up and defend her. Actually, he likes this girl from the bottom of his heart, but this is the girl that his buddy has a crush on, so in the past, when Zhiming was there, he always liked to look for her for nothing, but now that Zhiming is gone, he can do what Zhiming does for her.

But Wang Qianqian never knew what Yang Ling thought, she felt that the two of them were feuds, feuds that would be pinched as soon as they met. Wang Pengfei also stood in front of Qianqian, and he persuaded Qianqian: "Don't cry, Qianqian!" ”

"Get out!" Qianqian scolded him again.

Since this day, every time Qianqian comes home from school, Yang Ling and a group of boys will silently follow her, a habit that has been developed when Zhiming is there, I am afraid that it will not be broken. And when Qianqian was in school in the morning, Yang Ling would appear at the intersection on time with a group of boys, and he began to play the role of Zhiming at the time. These are superficial in the eyes, but the heart is empty. Every time she looked at the boy in white at the intersection, she felt lonely, and she hoped that Zhiming could suddenly appear in the crowd, and she could suddenly appear at the intersection.

Maybe something is gone in life and it's hard to come back.

It's still a crossroads, it's still the same group of teenagers, but without Zhiming, all the good feelings are gone.

Staying up until Saturday, Qianqian took the shuttle bus back to his hometown in the mountains again.

This time, the Forestry Department also moved. Some of the staff who went to work brought their families with them. They all lived in the family building where Grandpa Liu once lived.

On the first floor of the family building, a family from Xiangcheng moved in, her husband works in the Forestry Bureau, the man's name is Wang Hanwen, and his wife's name is Mengmei. They have a daughter, who is well-behaved and cute.

Qianqian walked into the nursing home and found that there were a few fewer elderly people in the nursing home, she asked Aunt Lin: "Auntie, why do I think there are fewer people in the courtyard?"

"I passed away the other day." Aunt Lin said. "The people who live here are all sitting and waiting to die, and one day they will die if they get sick and can't be cured."

As they spoke, Fa Cai came out of a room trembling and saunting, as if he were sick and listless.

"What's wrong with getting rich?" Ask Aunt Lin.

"I've got a cold!"

"Oh!" He glanced at him sympathetically, and then walked towards his grandmother's house.

"Shallow is back?" My grandmother, who was cleaning the yard, was very happy to see Asami.

"Hmm!"

Grandpa was still sitting under the walnut tree listening to the news on the radio, he smiled and glanced at Qianqian and said, "Qianqian, come here."

"What's the matter, Grandpa?"

"Go, the cherries in the back are red, let's eat them."

"Really?" Shallow was pleasantly surprised.

"Yes." After Zhang Shanxian finished sweeping the ground, he carried a bucket of rabbit feed and said to Qianqian: "The tree is full, and no one eats it."

After hearing this, she walked around the rabbit cage and walked to the cherry tree behind, and when she looked up, the whole cherry tree was densely covered with small red cherries, red and green, and full of trees.

Standing under the tree, he found one and put it in his mouth, sweet. She likes to eat cherries, red, small, and crystal clear.

She ate a few, then sat under the cherry tree to play, and suddenly found a girl in the nursing home trying to climb over the vegetable patch through the fence.

"Well, what are you doing?" A shallow arrogance immediately came to her, and she stood under the tree and questioned the girl in the distance.

"What do you care about me?" The girl looked at the cherry tree beside her and said disdainfully.

"Do you want to eat cherries, why don't you knock on the door and enter through the door? Why did you climb over the fence without permission? He looked at her with shallow disdain.

"You can take care of it?"

"You-" Shallow didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she simply went back to the yard.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Shanxian asked her.

"A girl from a village outside the factory, she wants to climb over the fence of the nursing home to pick cherries." Qianqian sat next to Mr. Zhang Qingchen and lay on the table. She folded a cherry, placed it on the table, and watched quietly.

"Leave her alone, let her pick it if she wants." Grandma said casually while feeding the rabbits.

Outside, the girl climbed over the fence and went under the cherry tree, where she picked up the cherry with her hand. After a while, Zhang Bing pushed the door and walked in, looked at him with a shallow and bored look, and lay down on the table.

"Zhang Bing, here?" Grandma greeted him in an approachable manner.

"Hmm!" Zhang Bing looked at the shallow, then walked to the pool and washed his hands.

After Zhang Bing washed his hands, he came over to greet Qianqian, who lowered his head and ignored him.

In order to support him, he got up and walked into the house, took a basket, handed it to him, and said, "Go, go to the back and pick cherries."

When Zhang Bing heard this, he took the basket and said to Qianqian: "Let's go, I'll go to the tree to pick it for you, and you can pick it up below."

"Hmm!"

The two of them walked around the rabbit cage and under the cherry tree behind them, and the girl heard the footsteps and hurried away with the cherries she had picked.

Zhang Bing walked under the cherry tree with the basket, put down the basket, grabbed two branches with his arms and kicked on the cherry tree.

He picked a bunch of cherries and put them in his mouth, and then looked at Wang Qianqian with a smile.

Wang Qianqian stood beside the purple gold flower, looked at the cherries on the tree and said, "Only pick the red ones, don't pick the green ones."

"Good!" Zhang Bing casually broke a branch and threw it on the ground.

"Don't throw it on the ground, just hand it to me, or you'll fall off."

"Oh!" Zhang Bing ate cherries on the tree, broke a branch and handed it to Wang Qianqian, who took it and put it in the basket.

He looked at Wang Qianqian while folding and eating, and Wang Qianqian carefully placed the cherries one by one, as if admiring a favorite work of art.

Time passed slowly, and after a while, the shallow basket was full of casual clothes. Zhang Bing has a habit of standing on a tree and picking without stopping.

Do you want to pick it up, think about it. If you don't pick it, no one will be able to get the cherries from this tree. Let's just pick some more, thinking lightly, I returned to the house with a basket of heavy cherries.

She found another basket from the house and returned to the big tree, Zhang Bing was sitting on the cherry tree eating cherries, and when he saw that Qianqian was back, he handed cherries to Qianqian one by one.

After the two of them finished picking cherries, they said to Zhang Bing: "Take this basket to the nursing home." When Zhang Bing heard this, he carried a basket of cherries to the nursing home.

After Zhang Bing came back, Qianqian, who was sitting in the courtyard, regained his arrogant expression. She sat alone under the walnut tree and quietly listened to her grandfather.

"Soldier, take home the cherries you just picked." Zhang Shanxian looked at him and said.

"Don't."

"Take it away, it's all for you."

"Thank you!" Zhang Bing was very happy to hear this.

Asa twisted her face to the side, ignoring him.

Not long after Zhang Bing left, she heard a cry in the nursing home, and she got up and walked out.

Fa Cai sat on a big rock, he was crying bitterly, and his mouth kept crying: "Mom-Mom"

"What's wrong with getting rich?" Shallow asked him.

"My eyes hurt!"

"Why don't you take medicine for eye pain?"

"Ah, mother......" Facai continued to cry, his face was full of tears, and he cried very sadly. Qianqian stood beside Fa Cai for a while, and Aunt Lin sat in the yard with some vegetables to choose. Aunt Lin said to Qianqian while choosing vegetables: "Qianqian will eat in the yard at noon!" ”

"Nope."

The old people in the nursing home are all sitting in the courtyard, and occasionally a few sick people are paralyzed on the beds in the house, and they have to rely on Aunt Lin to take care of their food, drink and lazar alone. Aunt Lin has a son and a daughter, they both live in the town, Aunt Lin's wife has passed away, she is an idle person, and the director of the nursing home is interested in her, so he took this opportunity to bring her in. The dean's wife also passed away, and he always wanted to marry Aunt Lin, but Aunt Lin was hindered by secular prejudice, and the two of them were wasted.

When the dean saw Qianqian sitting in the courtyard, he walked up and smiled and said, "Qianqian, have you eaten?" ”

"I've eaten it!" Shallow replied politely, although she didn't like him from the bottom of her heart. "Grandpa, what's wrong with getting rich, he's been crying."

"He's sick." The dean glanced at him, took a puff of cigarette and said, "I'm sick and confused!" ”

While they were chatting, Wang Hanwen, who works in the Forestry Bureau, walked over from a distance with his wife Mengmei, who was holding the child in her arms and Wang Hanwen was carrying something in her hand. They said hello to the dean, and then walked straight to Mr. Zhang Qingchen's house. Mengmei pushed open the door, Wang Hanwen followed, they walked into the courtyard, put the things in their hands on the table next to Mr. Zhang Qingchen, Mengmei said to Mr. Zhang Qingchen: "Uncle, what about listening to the play?" ”

"Hmm!" Mr. Zhang Qingchen looked at them, pointed to the stool and said, "Sit down." ”

When Wang Hanwen heard this, he took a stool and sat next to Mr. Zhang Qingchen. Wang Hanwen doesn't smoke, he has a box of cigarettes in his pocket, he took out a cigarette, took out a cigarette, lit it, handed it to Mr. Zhang Qingchen and said, "Uncle, how is your health lately?" ”

"It's okay!"

The two of them chatted, and Mengmei went to the backyard to find Mrs. Zhang Shanxian. Wang Hanwen's family lives in Xiangcheng, and he came to work in a different place for the first time, and he is not familiar with the place, so Mengmei discussed buying some gifts to visit Mr. Zhang Qingchen, hoping to get some network shelter here.