Ye Jiajin is not a person who loves flowers and trees, he is more like Ye Gong is to dragons, obsessed with their vigorous vitality, but can only recognize a few trees. "Let's go, let's rest." Shui Miao interrupted Ye Jiajin who was in a daze in the back window, since Shui Miao knew Ye Jiajin, he found that Ye Jiajin was often alone in a daze.

After hearing Shui Miao's words, Ye Jiajin came back to his senses, and saw that the wall clock on the blackboard was already twelve fifty-six, and he realized that he had been here for more than ten minutes.

After returning to his seat, Ye Jiajin did not fall asleep, he never rested at noon, and was surrounded by people resting on the table. In the white classroom, the desks, chairs, and books were silent, and occasionally a breeze blew up the blue curtains, but Ye Jiajin's heart inevitably rippled in this moment of silence, and when he came to this middle school, he didn't expect to meet Shui Miao. He gently took out the notebook from his school bag, and when he was taking off the cap of the pen, he looked at the table next to him who was already asleep, so he had to gently put down the pen again and lie on the table.

When I was in junior high school, Ye Jiajin's Chinese teacher ran in the classroom and said, "Ye Jiajin, you can support yourself by writing in the future." It was a middle-aged man who often wore short sleeves with a gray collar, and his eyes were full of sharpness. He fell in love with Ye Jiajin, a strange student, after his first composition class, and often showed his love for Ye Jiajin in the classroom or office, and his words always revealed his love for Ye Jiajin, but other teachers always scoffed at him. Ye Jiajin has always believed in this first teacher who gave him love and enlightenment, in addition to Ye Jiajin's belief that he is worthy of his guidance, and more importantly, he is the first teacher to give Ye Jiajin care, and Ye Jiajin also hopes that he can do what the teacher said.

At that time, Ye Jiajin, who was ignorant and ignorant, didn't know the hardships of life, but his heart was full of joy just because of the affirmation of him by this sentence. This was a long time before the twelve-year-old boy, so that in the later Ye Jiajin's opinion, it was probably the time when the teacher also looked away, and the only thing that Ye Jiajin retained in this sentence was the habit of writing notes. "Shui Miao, what I write is something I don't want to read, and these things prove my youth instead of words?" Ye Jiajin often asked Shui Miao this question, expecting Shui Miao to give some positive answers.

Shui Miao would throw the question back to Ye Jiajin at the beginning, "Maybe you think that you have no fate with words, although you love it more than yourself, but it is always lukewarm, salty and indifferent to you, so you start to question?" In the end, I often don't forget to say the last sentence: "There will be someone who loves you," when he was annoyed by the Ye family's approach, Shui Miao would directly throw out a sentence, "According to what you said, I came to a conclusion: You love wrong." Ye Jiajin was not particularly satisfied with Shui Miao's statement, but he had to end the topic.

The Ye family recently decided to write down these assumptions, "My horoscope determines that I am a stubborn person, and every time I watch myself write something that I think is a word, I remind myself to read it and keep writing." It felt like a small piece of clothing that I shrunk into, not caring if I was comfortable wearing this wrinkled garment, and I was going to wear it all over the street.

"Sometimes, I thought I was going to do it, I could have a lot of money, and it turned out that most of what I thought was hypothetical, a buried desire to be vented deep inside." Ye Jiajin tried to explain to Shui Miao, Shui Miao always lacked some patience for this kind of literary and artistic things, but he was also listening to Shui Miao's side.

Of course, there are also strong emotions, of course, the crater erupts full of red scorching liquid full of life, and the scorching breath it emits, the sky is full of ashes, it is pouring out. Just like a monster that has been trapped for many years after many years happens to be torn open by a monk, or crumpled into a lump of paper by a stubborn child and frolicked, and then the earth is shattered, black clouds cover the sun, lightning and thunder, after two, many years, it is finally free. At this time, it said to the monk: I once swore that when I came out, I would kill the first person I saw, and then the child died, or maybe it would leap into the sky, soar through the clouds and enjoy a moment of freedom, and then tell the monk, you are the one I am waiting for, right? Then they left here together. This is my affection for words, I love them, very deeply, even if words hurt me a thousand times, I will tear open its seal. After Ye Jiajin did a lot of retouching, Shui Miao finally understood the feelings he wanted to express.

"Don't dwell on how well you write now, do you think there is any difference between you now and junior high school?"

"A lot of times, I'm thinking about a question, if the junior high school teacher sees what I'm writing now, will I be sad or regretful," Ye Jiajin laughed at himself, sometimes even he began to feel that what he wrote was disgusting, but he would still keep writing, as if every time he wrote one more sentence, it would be less lonely.

"Actually, I don't want to come here, I hate it and want to come." When Ye Jiajin said this to Shui Miao, it was already two months after coming here, and his table mate changed seats on the second day of school. "I thought you'd be silent forever?" Ye Jiajin didn't answer and changed the topic, "The head teacher is a good person, but he is definitely not a strict teacher." "Oh!" Ye Jiajin didn't care about Shui Miao's perfunctory attitude and continued, "Teachers like to introduce careers to students, or they are more accurate than fortune tellers," the words were full of ridicule, "The teacher has introduced you to careers?" Ye Jiajin wanted to talk about the junior high school Chinese teacher first, but thinking of the indifferent attitude of the text towards himself, he would definitely not be able to become a writer, so he skipped the idea of saying this sentence, so as not to fall into the previous predicament again.

Ye Jiajin thought for a moment and then threw out a sentence: "Master, so preach and teach to solve doubts." ”

That's what you can tell yourself. Fortunately, the head teacher doesn't want to see you wasting national food, after all, there are still many children in Africa who are hungry and eat black and dirty food that we think is difficult to swallow and even sneered at the sight of it. You don't happen to be so smart that you're only now finding a job in the future. "Is there anything so comforting as you?" Ye Jiajin pretended to be angry and said, "You can't hold a grudge just because you were the last person to arrive in the classroom when school started," Shui Miao saw Ye Jiajin's angry appearance and started a new round of teasing, "Is the last row of the first group okay?" "I'm not a person who likes to be lively, but I have to get used to sitting alone," Ye Jiajin wanted to defend a few words, but Shui Miao looked at Ye Jiajin's white face and didn't argue and ridicule again.

Changing positions after the midterm exams of the first semester, in fact, when Ye Jiajin was used to sitting alone, his long-standing position was occupied, and he didn't get angry but came to two conclusions.

One, many things that we all thought were impossible have unconsciously changed us.

Second, the world is not fair, and at the same time, not everyone goes to high places.

Ye Jiajin's seat belonged to a girl who studied much better than him from now on. Shui Miao only said one word about Ye Jiajin's approach, "Chivalry can surpass her through her own efforts and then regain her position, and she also has an elegant demeanor like a gentleman leaving with his head left." Obviously, the Ye family is neither, and he doesn't know which category he belongs to.

It didn't take long for Ye Jiajin's position to be occupied again, probably this is a feng shui treasure, Ye Jiajin had to laugh at himself like this, Ye Jiajin had a premonition about being moved twice, but he had to be abandoned twice.

The second time was also a girl, and it seems that girls are privileged. She asked Ye Jiajin before, but Ye Jiajin did not agree, and after Ye Jiajin returned to the classroom after eating, he found that he had been moved. He didn't know how to evaluate this kind of behavior, and saying hello was a notch higher than not saying hello.

"I must be very rich, I move frequently, in fact, I don't have money, and I may be fleeing from the house frequently, or I may be constantly demoted, so why do I keep moving? Ancient officials were not treated well and were constantly degraded, so what about me? Ye Jiajin said to Shui Miao during physical education class, "I think you should go to fortune telling, do you see that the place is so accurate not to tell fortunes?" Don't you want to keep your fortune-telling talent for the New Year? Qi Yue was amused by Shui Miao's serious answer, "Come, I'll count one for you first, you're done." Ye Jiajin rolled his chin and stared at Shui Miao and said, "It doesn't exist, I'm so smart, it's definitely no problem." ”

The Ye family has never been changed since this seat change, "Probably because he lost the ability to see feng shui," but this stalk has been nagged by Shui Miao. Ye Jiajin never thought that this change of seat would become an eternal picture in his dream, his heart from this moment on the shadow, even in the harsh winter window door is not tightly closed, every day is no longer a pale cold wind, his small castle built a fence, just looking forward to seeing her shadow again.

It was a delicate girl. She was very quiet, she rarely spoke, she always sat alone in the corner and read, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled a thin layer of dusk veil on her body, and the breeze gently brushed her long, silky willow hair. The not quiet side is to remove the thorns on the body and take off the veil, her eyes are clear as if she is a childish curious to look at the unknown, there is no impurity, she sees the freshly cut February eyebrows on the black pupils like a stone, her eyes are like a clear spring, the tip of her nose is slightly upturned like a dragonfly gently touching the water in early summer, her thin lips are delicate like rose petals, and her delicate facial features are more perfect than the golden ratio on her fair and flawless face.