The sun was still a short distance from the top of the mountain at the end of school, so it wasn't dazzling. Because it's a Saturday, it's rare not to take a night repair.

"Hey, Jiang Ranran, I heard that you were criticized by the teacher again today? Haha, what's the matter, our three good students will also be criticized! ”

The shadows of the trees were stretched by the setting sun, and on the asphalt road full of camphor trees, two small figures were pulled out of the appearance of adults. One cheered, the other was calm, Jiang Che held the book and didn't look at the girl next to him, the vehicle outside the sidewalk sped away, dragging a long exhaust and disappearing at the end of the road. The dust raised by the wind also spread, and it fell on the leaves with a black layer, and it was impossible to tell whether the dust was originally black or polluted by exhaust fumes.

Jiang Che staggered around Luo Yuqing and blocked the girl inside, the camphor tree on the side of the road did not have the romantic feelings on campus, nor could he smell the fragrance of the camphor tree fruit, let alone the boys and girls sitting under the camphor tree and longing for love.

Some are just black and sticky, and the green of the plant itself cannot be seen, and the heavy burden bends the small leaves, making the whole tree look a little wilted, like Jiang Che, who has just been criticized today, in Luo Yuqing's opinion.

It's just that she doesn't know that in Jiang Che's eyes, he never cares about that.

Perhaps only on that rainy day can you see that the camphor tree washed away by the rain has returned to its original color, and the oil stains that fall all over the ground show the heaviness of it, and the sky is clean and transparent, and the same is true of the camphor tree. Only the oil on the asphalt road was disliked and avoided, separated by a lonely place, not knowing whether it was waiting for the sun after the rain to evaporate the water vapor and turn into black dirt, or fall into the sewer.

Regarding the three good students, my memory is already very vague, it is the certificate of merit that Jiang Che won at the end of the third year of junior high school. When they were in junior high school, they often heard each other's names, and they were often used as role models, and at that time, Luo Yuqing's house was separated from Jiang Che's house by a three-meter-wide path. When they were already familiar with each other, Luo Yuqing was pressed on her head by Jiang Che every time she finished the exam, which made her very angry.

She had always wanted to surpass him, even once. Who made him always make others think that she was inferior to his. But she can only eat dirt behind his back, obviously she works harder than him, but she is just not as good as him.

It's a pity that so far, Luo Yuqing still hasn't found the advantage that God has given her.

Just like when she saw him for the first time when she was a child, looking at the 100 points on the test paper and her own 81 points, she felt for the first time that some people were God's darlings, gifted, and excellent in both study and life.

Excellent grades, no smoking, drinking, fighting. He can play the guitar, take out what he once wrote, and won first place in a poetry contest. Such an excellent Jiang Che, such a gentle Jiang Che, is also a Jiang Che she dare not hope for.

"Why don't you ignore me!" Luo Yuqing muttered dissatisfiedly and stretched out her hand in front of Jiang Che. Jiang Che raised his eyes, and what came into his eyes was still the small dimple engraved in his memory, and his pretty face was frowning, squeezing the curved willow eyebrows even more crooked, like a full moon.

At this time, Qi bangs were the standard for students, Jiang Che looked at some girls who were only half a head shorter than himself, put the book in Luo Yuqing's hand, went around the back and opened the girl's pink backpack, skillfully put the book into the schoolbag, looked around, and reluctantly carried it on his back.

It's been nearly three years, and he's gone from the guardian hanging behind the girl to the current companion, but he's still a companion. The reason why he deliberately ignored that matter was that he didn't know from which day the name suddenly ran out of her mouth, because every time he thought about it, it was the most painful time for him. Time has proved Jiang Che's cognition, and it has also precipitated that hazy good feeling into love. It's just that how to say it, when to say it, he has forgotten the reason.

"Nope."

"And said no, why are you doing with a bitter face, this girl is seeing that you can't walk with a book, and seeing that your hand is injured, I let you put it in my cute backpack, others don't want to put me yet, you are not happy, lazy, you don't need a schoolbag."

"Hey, your hand hurts?" The obvious reflection arc is a little shorter.

"Just free up your back to help you carry your school bag, you are satisfied!" Jiang Che glanced at the girl deeply, and then faced the camphor tree full of black.

"Satisfied, satisfied, I won't tell Auntie that you were lectured by the teacher today." Luo Yuqing squinted her eyes and smiled, Jiang Che rolled her eyes, is this a threat? He didn't even know how this little turmoil reached her ears.

"You," Jiang Che paused for a few seconds, as if organizing the language, "Punished?" ”

"What are you talking about! Don't mention it. Jiang Che didn't speak again, the young man's emaciated back was stretched by the sunset, and he didn't speak, he seemed very silent.

"You haven't said how your hand hurts, isn't it okay in the morning?" After a while, Luo Yuqing picked up the topic again, but it seemed to be changing the topic.

"It's okay, I said why do you only like the pattern of the beautiful sheep, and it's okay to be in junior high school for three years, it's still young. Now that I'm in high school, why is this still the case? ”

In those years, cartoons occupied the main page of the home channel, and clothes and backpacks naturally became extensions.

"I just like it!"

"Okay, I like Pleasant Goats too."

"Cut, I see that your lazy sheep is about the same, and the village chief is okay."

Jiang Che knew that the slow sheep with a grass on his head was the village chief.

Jiang Che doesn't carry his schoolbag because his schoolbag is also a cartoon image, and it's Donald Duck, the duck who only croaks when he has nothing to do, he doesn't like it, he thinks it's too naïve. On the first day of the first year of junior high school, Jiang Che memorized it once and didn't use it again, until now.

"What time is it?"

"I don't know, I didn't bring my phone, you can see for yourself."

Jiang Che sighed and lowered his head, it was the pink schoolbag belt on his shoulder, just like the pink * hairpin and pink scarf of the beautiful sheep. Sometimes he looks at the Pleasant Goat and the Big Big Wolf, not because he wants to see the wolf's hard work without eating the sheep, but because he feels that he and Luo Yuqing are like the Pleasant Goat and the Beautiful Goat in it, destined to be together.

It's just time it doesn't know.

Seventeen-year-old Jiang Che fell in love with sixteen-year-old Luo Yuqing, and it took him three years to determine his love, and it also took three years to change from a guardian standing behind the scenes to a companion.

Seventeen-year-old Jiang Che lived in a girl in his heart, and from then on there was only one person in his heart, and the whole world was only open for this girl, and no one could break in.

Seventeen-year-old love stubbornly thinks that it will be a lifetime.