After eating at noon and standing at the door for a while, Ke Zhen saw her and asked, "Don't you take a nap!"

"Can't sleep."

"Then let's go play on the canal in front!"

"Good!"

Out of their small alley, they walked to the opposite side of the main road, where a small two-foot-wide canal winded through several surrounding villages and towns. The water in the canal is crystal clear and gurgling. Behind the canal is a row of poplar forests, behind which is a wheat field, and in the spring season, everywhere is full of greenery and spring breeze.

Qianqian and Ke Zhen sat on the canal, Qianqian lowered her head and washed her white legs with water. She likes to listen to the sound of the water and wash her snow-white legs.

Ke Zhen glanced down at her and said, "Shallow, your legs are so clean, why do you have to wash them."

"I like it!" The shallow head is not raised.

At this time, the shallow cousin Koji came over from not far away.

"Cousin!" Asa yelled at him.

Koji turned his head and glanced at Qianqian, walked up to her and asked, "Is there something wrong, Qianqian?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"I got into a fight with a couple of boys."

"Why?"

"I like a girl, and the boy in the same class grabbed me, and the two of us got into a fight."

"And then?"

"Then he knocked me down." Haoer looked unconvinced, and he said to Qianqian: "I'll take the books back tomorrow and go to the Shaolin Temple."

"To the Shaolin Temple?"

"What are you doing at Shaolin Temple?"

"Learn Kung Fu! Damn, that's a. ”

"You're not going to school anymore? Are you alone?"

"Take a few of my buddies with you, and some of the dropouts." Koji finished speaking and went straight home.

Qianqian looked at his back and thought: "For a girl, I fought a fight, and if I couldn't beat others, would I go to Shaolin Temple?"

"Shallow, let's go, it's time to go to school." Ke Zhen stood up.

"Hmm!"

After returning home, she washed her face and called Xiaolin to go to school together. Ke Zhen and Youlin were together, and they followed quietly behind.

As they walked all the way, the spring breeze blew by one after another, and the wheat fields in the distance made a gurgling sound under the caress of the spring breeze. It was a bright spring day, the sun was shining on the earth, and students of all grades were talking and laughing as they walked towards their respective schools.

"It's a weather like this, especially for poetry." Shallowly.

"You make one." Xiao Lin looked at her with a smile.

"It's not easy." Looking at the wheat field in the distance, he thought for a while and said: "In the spring breeze, we walked on the path to school, we walked through the green wheat field, the wind caressed the corners of our clothes, the sun shone on the earth, and there was a laughter in the distance, it was the laughter of the youth, it was the laughter of the wind." It is like a beautiful melody, colliding with our hearts, making us happy and making us unrestrained. What do you think? Shallow asked Xiaolin.

"I don't know, I don't know poetry." Xiao Lin shook her head.

After listening to it, I suddenly felt dissatisfied. She looked towards the crossroads, where a group of white-clothed teenagers were already standing in the distance. Asa doesn't seem to be that interested in that. She pulled Xiaolin and slowly walked past them, and the boys screamed in unison.

When she walked to the gate of the flower field, she looked back and saw that the boys at the intersection had scattered, and some of them had overtaken the two of them on bicycles.

It's just that there is no trace of Zhiming behind them. What about Zhiming? Shallow and incomprehensible.

Qianqian and Xiaolin walked into the campus and into the classroom together. The shallow heart began to feel uneasy.

All afternoon, there was no shadow of Jiming in the classroom.

"Jiming is gone." I don't know who said it lightly.

Sitting on the stool, she was a little lost, but also a little indifferent, in the recent period, she has become more and more tired of everything Zhiming did at school, everything seems to her to be so smoky, let's go, although she is a little unaccustomed to it for the time being, a little stunned, but this is his own choice.

At noon, Zhiming waited for Wang Qianqian at the intersection early, and this was the last time he came to the intersection to wait for Wang Qianqian. It's just that when Wang Qianqian passed through the crossroads, she looked unusually indifferent, and she didn't even look at the crowd. In fact, if she could have looked back when she passed the intersection, he might have spent half the day at school this afternoon, and if she smiled at him, he might stay until the high school entrance examination. But there are not so many ifs, Wang Qianqian is Wang Qianqian, if she is indifferent to anyone, she will not look at anyone more.

We met at the same age as flowers, in the spring breeze, in the sunshine, there are you and I walking by, there are laughter, there are also crying, we bury our sorrow in the middle of the night, I want to hold you in the saddest time to cry, cry for a long time. But I didn't, I just chose to leave quietly, quietly and quietly. This passage is Jiming's diary, and when he returned home, he wrote these words word by word in the diary. His father is gone, and Qianqian has nothing to do with him anymore, his whole world has completely collapsed, his mental defense line has completely collapsed, and his spiritual world has fallen into an endless abyss.

Jiming's mother saw her son carrying a book to the second floor and followed after a while, she looked at her son and said, "What's the matter, I decided that I don't plan to go to the flower field."

"Hmm!"

"Go to our hometown, I've already said hello to the headmaster over there."

"Don't go, don't go anywhere."

"If you don't go, how can you review?"

"Just review at home."

"No, I'll contact you tomorrow."

The next day, Jimyung's mother went to a local private school, which had a junior high school and a high school, but it was a closed school. Her mother entrusted the relationship, paid 20,000 yuan, and then arranged for her baby son to enter.

She thought that this time her son would gradually forget Wang Qianqian and devote himself to learning.

But since Jiming was arranged by his mother to this local aristocratic school, he began to not eat, drink or study. He looked extremely decadent, and the school teacher asked someone to bring the news and ask Zhiming's mother: "What's the matter with your son, he is listless all day long, and he doesn't study well?"

"Leave him alone, it'll be fine after a while." Ji-myeong's mother replied to the family.

Jiming is gone, and it seems that his departure has not brought any waves to the Trinity class.

Not long after Mr. Lin walked into the classroom, Yang Ling sat in front of the window and shouted, "Teacher, Zhang Caihua took some bananas and instant noodles from your commissary. ”

"Chase me!" Surprised, Mr. Lin put down the chalk and ordered the students.

When the students of the Trinity class heard this, they screamed and rushed out of the classroom of the Trinity class to chase Zhang Caihua. She slept late at night reviewing her homework, lying on the table and drowsy, she was afraid that the teacher would see her name, so she stacked all the books high, and then half asleep.

Zhang Caihua ran quickly with the stolen things, she was surprised that every theft was caught by the students of the Trinity class from afar, she desperately ran out of the gate of the flower field, and the boys behind her were in hot pursuit.

After a long time, the boys in the Trinity class returned to the classroom one after another, and Teacher Lin asked, "What about Zhang Caihua?" ”

"Didn't catch it!" The students rushed to say, "She ran so fast that we ran after her out of the elementary school, through the woods behind, and then across the creek and into the wheat field." ”

Teacher Lin listened and stopped pursuing it.

After school in the afternoon, when Qianqian and some girls were walking on their way home, Ke Zhen and her cousin were standing on the small stone bridge talking, and Qianqian stopped her and asked, "Why don't you go home?" ”

"I'll be back later." Ke Zhen smiled and glanced at him and said.

The two of them were chatting, and Xiaolin walked up to Qianqian and said, "Qianqian, do you know, Zhang Caihua has dropped out of school for a few days. ”

"Who said that?"

"The classmates in their class said that."

"Oh!"

"She may want to take advantage of the time she dropped out of school to go to Teacher Lin to steal things unscrupulously!"

"I don't know."

"It's just that she's crazy."

After listening to it, he laughed with Ke Zhen and the others.

After Zhang Caihua dropped out of school, she began to patronize Teacher Lin's commissary twice for three days, and the students of the Trinity class ran to capture her alive as long as they saw her coming out of the commissary with something, but none of them caught her once, and then later, no one was willing to volunteer to run out to catch her, everyone began to gradually get used to it, Teacher Lin urged on the podium, but no one was willing to move.

Teacher Lin had no choice, so he knew that he had locked the door of the commissary during class time, and since then, Zhang Caihua has never been here.

The days of the Trinity class are still spent in a busy and muddy nightmare. After Zhiming left, a rumor began to slowly circulate in the Trinity class: Zhiming went to a new school, and the reason why he changed schools was that Zhiming's mother suspected that her son was dating Wang Qianqian every day after school, so his mother transferred him to another school. Everyone felt that Zhiming's departure was inseparable from Wang Qianqian.

And Wang Qianqian didn't know anything about everything that happened.

One morning during recess, Qian Qian was sitting in the classroom writing test questions, and Pan Peng suddenly walked to Qianqian's side and said, "Wang Qianqian, someone is waiting for you on the construction site of the new teaching building." Thinking that Zhiming had returned to school, he hesitated and followed Pan Peng to the construction site of the new teaching building, where there was no one.

"Who's looking for me?" Asked Pan Peng shallowly.

"No one is looking for you, I'm looking for you." Pan Peng rolled up his sleeves, pointed his fist at Qianqian and said, "You know what, I want to hit you." ”

"Why, is it because of Zhiming." Shallow and anxious, she grabbed Pan Peng's clothes and asked, "Tell me, why do you want to beat me, is it because of Zhiming, what's wrong with Zhiming." ”

At this time, the guards also ran over, and he said to Wang Qianqian with anger on his face: "Hit, hit her." The two of them held their breath, unable to speak.

Pan Peng was so angry that he waved his fist and stopped in mid-air, he endured it for a long time and said, "You know, I really want to hit you." With that, he lowered his fist in anger.

Yang Ling didn't know where he heard the news that Pan Peng had called Qianqian out, he hurriedly rushed to the construction site of the new teaching building with Wang Pengfei and dragged Pan Peng and said, "What are you doing, you go away for me." Yang Ling was frightened, he was afraid that Pan Peng would beat Wang Qianqian.

Shallow turned her head to look at Yang Ling, she found that Yang Ling had changed, at least after Zhiming left, his maintenance of himself was from the heart, and he involuntarily stood in the position of protecting himself.

"Go away!" After a shallow glance at them, he left the construction site of the teaching building coldly.

Yang Ling looked back at Wang Qianqian, he wanted to completely seal this secret, no one in the class was allowed to tell her, and he began to officially stand in the position of protecting Wang Qianqian, and no one was allowed to be angry with her because of Zhiming's departure.

In this world, there are people who appear in your life from the beginning, when he gradually becomes your habit, an indispensable part of your life, when one day, he suddenly disappears in silence, disappears in silence. All of a sudden, you're not used to it, like you're missing something, you're empty.