On the day of the winter solstice, Lin Qingjia walked on the way to the library, and there were many pedestrians hurrying by. She remembered that she was scrolling through Douyin these days, and she always saw such a sentence: "Any person you meet on the road may be someone that others dream of seeing." I couldn't help but feel a lot of feelings, and I couldn't help but search for the news of Wang Zhiqiu's school.

The magnificent school gate, spacious road, bustling street, busy traffic, brilliant lights. It turns out that the place where Wang Zhiqiu is located looks like this. Is a cold person like him often walking alone on the road, or does he have a girl with him?

Before Lin Qingjia and Wang Zhiqiu broke off contact, she always thought that she would definitely go to see the city where Wang Zhiqiu was, so she never wanted to know in advance to satisfy her curiosity. In the more than a month of disconnection, in addition to class, Lin Qingjia would think about their previous interesting things, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing. Unconsciously, when she arrived downstairs in the library, she breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to shake off her thoughts. The library is one of the few air-conditioned places in the school, which is great for studying and reading, as well as ...... Go to bed.

She drove to the 5A reading room, pushed open the door and saw the boy at a glance. She didn't know what his name was, and she didn't know which courtyard he belonged to, anyway, Lin Qingjia could see him as long as he came and he was at the door. White and pure, he is writing with his head down. Through his thick and stylish eyebrows, high nose and thin face, Lin Qingjia deduced that he was a good-looking little milk dog. Ho, it's really superficial, Lin Qingjia patted his face lightly, and silently said in his heart, "You like Wang Zhiqiu, you like Wang Zhiqiu......"

Lin Qingjia is a junior in college, with many exams and heavy coursework, and he still has no intention of reviewing at this time. I found a seat by the window, turned on my phone to check the time, and told myself in my heart that I would sleep for a while. After she lay down, Xiang Yi, who was writing, leaned down and glanced at her slightly, thoughtfully. She seems to like the position, she sleeps first every time, and she likes to talk to herself, sometimes she doesn't know what to think, and occasionally she smokes herself.

Xiang Yi stopped the pen in his hand and looked at her sleeping. I thought to myself, I was quite close to her. The first time I saw her was in the cafeteria, she lined up in front of him and asked her aunt for five buns. He thought it was for his roommate, so he didn't think it was strange. It wasn't until he saw her finish eating them one by one that he was a little shocked and couldn't help but chuckle, but unfortunately she was addicted to buns and couldn't extricate herself and didn't see it. Tan Yi shook his head, turned sideways, and continued just now.

Lin Qingjia woke up, rubbed his face, and felt the scorching sun before he opened his eyes. Sunlight? Where does the sunshine come from? She touched the clothes on her body again, they were hard and thin, and they were clearly not the clothes she wore when she left the dormitory. Startled, she sat up straight and opened her eyes.

In front of her was a thick upright book, and on the table she was pillowing was the 2011-2015 Tianli 38 sets of comprehensive examination papers. She looked away and looked to the right, it was Liu Yingying, who was wearing a middle school uniform, her tablemate. Feeling Lin Qingjia's gaze, Liu Yingying looked over and said softly, "What's wrong." "No...... It's okay," Lin Qingjia looked in the direction of the podium, and the eye-catching sign said that there were 35 days left before the college entrance examination, and suddenly turned around and looked behind. It is Wang Zhiqiu who is wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School, Wang Zhiqiu who is inch-headed, and Wang Zhiqiu who is writing questions. He looked up and asked, "Huh?" Lin Qingjia ignored him and turned his head very calmly.

Liu Yingying looked at Lin Qingjia and felt that she was very abnormal, and when she saw her holding the pen and starting to spin, she stopped looking at her.

Lin Qingjia is really calm, because in the more than a month since she broke off contact with Wang Zhiqiu, she has recalled their high school life countless times, and imagined countless times that they are together, how happy they should be. Lin Qingjia thought that if Wang Zhiqiu was his boyfriend, she would walk on the street with her sweetheart and look at the sun, as Hai Zi said in the poem. No matter when, as long as he thought of something to do with Wang Zhiqiu, Lin Qingjia couldn't help but giggle. Liu Yingying looked at her again and chuckled, "Why do you look like a fool" There was a sentence behind "mentally retarded". Lin Qingjia was not happy in her heart, why did Wang Zhiqiu, a big pig's trotter, say about her, she turned around and immediately turned back. But Wang Zhiqiu noticed that her eyes were very cold.

Lin Qingjia frowned, stopped the pen that was spinning, and knocked on the table one after another. She remembers that she slept in the library of H University, and it was the winter solstice in 2018. Now, it is 35 days before the college entrance examination in 2016...... So, is it a dream now? She has had a lot of dreams, and there is Wang Zhiqiu in her dreams, and Wang Zhiqiu who doesn't speak. She let out a long sigh, whether it was a dream or not, she wouldn't speak in front of Wang Zhiqiu's face, not to mention that they hadn't been in touch for more than a month.

"Ding ......" The bell rang at the end of class, and Lin Qingjia raised his head, still in the high school class. She rested her hands on her cheeks and her eyes were empty, as if she was immersed in her own world. At this time, she felt very confused, she had dreamed of Wang Zhiqiu before, and it was always very pleasant, after all, it was in the world she had imagined. And this time it was completely different, this class was really a class. I was surrounded by classmates who were struggling to write and brush up on questions, or chattering and discussing topics, or leaving their seats after class to go to the toilet or the balcony to breathe. And, she casually reached out to the desk, and touched the pears she liked, and she always had the habit of picking fruits.

In short, it's all very real.