After the head teacher left, the classroom was noisy again, the temporary class cadres were extremely enthusiastic and a few volunteers moved textbooks for everyone, and when everyone finished receiving the books, it was about ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Mian felt that the classroom was extremely hot.

Su Dong was about to return to the rented house after receiving the books, Zhang Mian handed him the books he received and asked him to take them back, and then left the classroom and went down to the teaching building.

Zhang Mu resolutely turned her head in the classroom, upset.

Zhang Jinzhen didn't expect that they would meet in this way a few years later, and before he came to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School to go to school, he also thought about what kind of scene it would be to meet Nana, and smiled at each other or said hello.

The real thing is that Nana has treated him as a stranger, but in fact, this is not what Zhang Mian really cares, what Zhang Mian cares about is that the purest feelings of his childhood friends will dissipate after a few years.

From the first time Nana turned back in the classroom to the time she left the classroom and didn't look back again, Zhang Mian was not a beast, just a thin rural boy with self-esteem.

Nana's snubbing or just Zhang Mian's own sensitivity and inferiority complex made Zhang Mian overwhelmed and upset.

Unconsciously, Zhang Mian walked under the ginkgo tree, and it was cool under the ginkgo tree in September.

Zhang Mian sat on a stone platform surrounded by trees, holding his chin to watch the shredded sunlight leaking from between the leaves.

The dizziness quickly subsided his irritability, and then he looked down at the south of the ginkgo tree, which was now a six-story administrative building, and when Zhang was ten years old, there were still rows of tiled houses with yards.

Nana's family was one of them, and one morning in the summer, Zhang Mian came to Nana's house for the first time, and with the shyness and anxiety characteristic of rural boys, he walked into a spotless room on the first floor, not knowing how to put his feet.

Nana suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Mian like a fairy, she was white and spotless, not at all like a mortal person, no different from the winged little angel in the Bible painting on the wall of Cao Xiaoshan's house.

Zhang Mian had never seen such a delicate girl, and Nana saw this boy like Lu Xun's "Leap Earth" for the first time, and immediately returned to the room.

Ten-year-old Zhang Mian didn't have time to lose, a few minutes later Nana took out an apple from the house, stretched out her hands and handed it to Zhang Mian, her eyes were like the black dragon pool in Fengcheng, clear but bottomless.

Zhang Mian took the apple and didn't eat it, he regretted that he didn't wash his hands with soap before he came, and there was still some ash in his fingernails.

Zhang Mian's father left after lunch at Uncle Zhao's house, and Zhang Mian was arranged by Aunt Zhang to go to Nana's small room, and Nana returned to her parents' room.

That evening, Uncle Zhao bought watermelons, and Zhang Mian and his family of three sat in the yard eating watermelons, half of the sky in the courtyard was blocked by tall ginkgo trees, because of the shelter of lush leaves, Nana's small courtyard could enjoy the shade from the evening.

After dinner, Zhang Mian was coaxed into the big wooden basin by Aunt Zhang, the smooth Zhang Mian looked up at the ginkgo tree under the moon, Aunt Zhang put soap on Zhang Mian's body, and began to wash Zhang Mian's hair, when she scratched Zhang Mian's hair with her fingers, Zhang Mian could smell the faint smell of good perfume on her body.

After a lot of foam came out of her head, Aunt Zhang would hold a water scoop in one hand and hold Zhang Mian's head with the other, and a scoop of water would come down, making Zhang Mian suffocate instantly, which felt bad but very exciting.

According to the current age, ten years old are all big boys, in fact, when Zhang Mian was ten years old, he didn't know more about his boyfriend than the current three-year-old child.

For many nights in the next night, Zhang Mian took an open-air bath in this courtyard, and several times Nana came out of the room, she was scolded back by Aunt Zhang.

To Zhang Mian's regret, Nana took a bath in her parents' room, and several times she came out topless to play with Zhang Mian in the room where Zhang Mian slept, and was silently pulled back after being found by her parents.

That summer, Aunt Zhang may have shared a lot of maternal love with Zhang Mian because she didn't give birth to a boy, and the natural smile on her face was definitely not revealed because Zhang Mian's father was Uncle Zhao's top boss.

Aunt Zhang was very beautiful at that time, in fact, Nana's whiteness was not inherited from Aunt Zhang but Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao is not only white but also masculine, and is an out-and-out beautiful man.

In those two months, Zhang Mian began to consciously wash his face every day and wash his hands with soap, and slowly became a bit like a child in the city.

When Uncle Zhao was at work, Aunt Zhang took Nana and Zhang Mu to play idiom solitaire, play "Quick Count Twenty-Four" poker, and play glass ball checkers for three people......

It's all games that Zhang Mu hasn't played in Zhangjia Village.

After the reunion, it was separated, the summer vacation passed quickly, Zhang Mian was finally taken home by his father, and on the day she left, Nana cried in Aunt Zhang's arms, she has not had a playmate who lived in her home like Zhang Mian since she was a child.

Although Zhang Mian and Nana had a small conflict during the period, Nana scolded Zhang Mian more than once for being a dirt bun, Zhang Mian looked at her eyes and pouted angrily, and there was no way to be angry with her.

When Zhang Mian waved goodbye to Nana's family, he turned around and secretly shed tears.

The ginkgo tree not only saw Zhang Mian's body, but also saw the tears left by his childhood because of the separation.

A few years later, Zhang Mian returned to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School under the big tree, but unfortunately it was no longer a thing.

Zhang Mian patted the dust on his body, picked up a fan-shaped ginkgo biloba and walked towards the house of the off-campus group.