The crowds of people, the damp air in the streets and the brisk clouds in the sky indicate another boring morning, but today is a little different, all the students in the third grade of high school are going to Wuzhi Mountain to worship the Buddha.

Xiaoyu trotted with a breakfast ticket, and went to the cafeteria to finish the noodles as soon as possible, so that she could go to the mountain to ask for a good fortune and the title of the gold list. She usually doesn't like to exercise, her little face is crimson at this time, and she sits in an inconspicuous corner with a bowl of spicy noodles, snorting and snorting.

The sound of a group of boys laughing and playing filled the silent cafeteria, and they happened to sit at the same table as Qi Xiaoyu, and no one noticed that she was dull and low-key and invisible.

"Yo, today's freshman elementary school girl is looking for you again."

The boy sat elegantly, took a steamed bun in one hand, chewed it, looked down at the English notes he brought out, looked up and smiled at them, and ignored them.

"You, don't disturb Qi Wenyan's study, people are not like you."

"What's wrong with me?"

"A school girl with a heart."

Qi Xiaoyu paused in the air with the chopsticks of noodles, she slowed down her movements, lightened her breathing, for fear that others would notice her, moved her buttocks, carefully pushed the noodle bowl, and with a soft and pleasant sound, the chopsticks both fell to the ground, she hurriedly bent down to pick it up under the table, and her left elbow inadvertently hit the noodle bowl.

The surface of the soup was greasy and greasy, ticking and ticking, and it was shamefully loud in the cafeteria, Qi Xiaoyu knew that the attention of the audience must be here, she held her breath, and did not dare to gasp.

Qi Wenyan closed his English notes, and just remembered that dozens of English words were knocked over by a soup of noodles, his face was indifferent, and he looked at Qi Xiaoyu as if he didn't care about himself.

Qi Xiaoyu felt many strange eyes looking at herself, and her waist bent deeper, "Are you okay?" One hand helped her pick up the bowl that had been knocked over on the ground, Qi Xiaoyu's heart suddenly warmed, and she looked up to see a warm but unfamiliar face.

The air in the cafeteria suddenly became hot, and she felt very angry, and replied coldly, "It's okay." Pick up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, scatter your legs and run away.

It's a pity that it wasn't you who picked up the bowl for me.

Three meals a day, in order to study, she has one meal a day, one meal is not full, she is destined to be hungry and faint all day, she ran to the window and hit two steamed buns, stuffed her mouth and ran. The other side of the cafeteria was being repaired, and on the other side, the students were crowded and screaming, Xiaoyu was stealing, and ran to the side where there were fewer people after putting the dishes and chopsticks.

An elastic red rope was pulled up at both ends, dividing the cafeteria into two, and a conspicuous sign was erected next to it saying that it was being renovated and forbidden to pass, she calmly pretended to be casual and no one walked over, the red rope was pulled away in front of her, she tilted her head, curious which classmate was so smart as her.

Qi Wenyan is like a god statue on the horizon, the bridge of her nose is high, her thin lips are like ice, and she is blessed by God all the time, she saw that it was him, stopped to step over the red rope, and stared at him.

The friends around him all passed the red rope one after another, and he still stayed where he was and kept pulling up the rope, holding an English notebook in his hand on the other side, and the boys urged him, "Qi Wenyan, hurry up, why are you still stunned!"

Xiaoyu looked at him, and waited for his answer, at this time, Qi Wenyan also glanced at her lightly, as if inadvertently a dragonfly touched the water, Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, bent down slightly, and finally passed through the red rope. Qi Wenyan let go of the rope, involuntarily clenched the notebook, and watched the girl walk away, he let go of the notebook again, turned the middle page, looked down at the paper, and walked towards the little friend who had been waving for a long time.

In the notebook, there is a photo of a girl in the garden, smiling like a flower.

The road on the mountain is bent and laborious, and the friends in the class are in groups, forming a horse, telling jokes and talking about learning, Xiaoyu is a cluster of red flowers, a small cabbage that spoils the scenery, she folds willows, and picks flowers when passing through the grass.

An iron tower in the middle of the big temple, in the distance, the students impulsively ran to the temple to relax, Xiaoyu's slow pace seemed incompatible with the peers of the living waves, she followed the teacher to the temple, tied the wild flowers all the way together on the red lacquered platform, knelt on the grass futon, one bow, two bows, three bows.

No matter what the people of class A do better, they are better than other classes, and today is also the first class to arrive at Wuzhi Mountain, Qi Wenyan carefully looked at the hollow carving under the plaque with silver light, the window is a luxurious and high-end lotus flower carved by wood, and when the door is closed and the window is closed, it is a lotus leaf that is infinitely green, and the lotus flower is a pleasant scenery of different red in the sun.

He stayed under the temple, looking no different from the classmates standing in a row, his eyes were always pretending to be a girl kneeling in front of the temple, the candle shadow was red, the Buddha's light was shining, once upon a time, he held her hand, burned incense and worshiped sincerely in front of the Buddha, and gave her the peace charm, if you are well, it is a sunny day.

The rain quietly hit the eaves of the two corners, the students sheltered from the rain, and some went back to school together, the wind and rain were ethereal, and the temple was silent, only the smoke in front of the Buddha.

The people of Wuzhishan took advantage of the fact that the raindrops were not big, and left one after another, and some were still in the same place, and the female classmate in the same class brought an umbrella, and she poked the girl who was silent as a stone sculpture in the corner, "Qi Xiaoyu, do you want to go back with us?" The rain is not too heavy now, I don't know if it will be light later, and I have to rush back to three or four classes. ”

She tilted her head, and the female classmate looked at her with kindness, and smiled shyly, "Hmm......"

A girl ran in from outside the door, she patted the little rain on her body, strode over, and held the female classmate, "You have an umbrella, don't say it earlier, let's go back together." ”

The female classmate didn't know what to say, she looked at Qi Xiaoyu sideways, and then turned her head to look at the wet girl in front of her, still thinking about what to do, Xiaoyu took a step back, "You guys go first, I'll wait for the rain to stop." ”

The female classmate looked embarrassed, "Okay." She took the girl's hand, crossed the threshold of the temple, and opened the sky-blue umbrella, like a blue morning glory blooming alone under the dull clouds and under the miserable raindrops.

The wind and rain are bleak, the sky is gray, outside the fanhua door, there is a person holding an umbrella, he looks at the black clouds that are gradually pressing, turns his head and crosses the threshold, there is a Buddha statue in front of the hall, and the girl who is at a loss is engraved in his eyes.

There were only her and the Buddha in the room.

He put away his umbrella and stood beside her, there was silence between the two, he didn't know what to say, he had to shake off the raindrops on the umbrella vigorously, and the rain was reflected on the stained concrete floor, with cold affection.

In the wide temple, three straw futons were placed under the table, and she watched him come step by step, stopping beside her, bringing a cold air from outside, she didn't know what he was going to do, was he here to show off her ugly show this morning?

She turned her head to look at him curiously, observing what his thin lips were about to say, but he bowed his head and said nothing, just caring about shaking off the raindrops of the umbrella in his hand.

The heavier the rain outside, the more the fire in Xiaoyu's heart burned, she turned her head, glanced at the rain outside the door on the vermilion pillar, straightened her waist, and walked out of the door arrogantly, deliberately doing it for someone to see.

She sprinted into the rain with her head in her hands. Leaving behind a boy who bit his thin lips and whose eyes were warm and moist in the past suddenly became sharp, the sudden anger on his body gradually dried up the cold air around him.