Remember? Many mornings will have such a pair of beautiful hands stretched out in front of you, whether it is cold winter or midsummer, whether you want to or not, but there will always be such a gentle voice and such a beautiful pair of hands, and will always give you the best in the first time.

And now the same gentle voice and beautiful hand reach out to you, still a face that is too familiar to be more familiar, but not for the first time, although it may still be beautiful.

There are not many people in the world who can add up to you, but there are only a few who can add up to your bad words. You and he have known each other since the age of thirteen, counting the unfamiliar year, there are also four years.

But now? It's like a black and white chess piece on a chessboard, and finally the chess piece occupies all the spaces like an opponent, so that only the so-called draw remains. Either choose to break the deadlock and start all over again, or freeze all the good things in the moment and go one step further.

In fact, when she threw the rock sugar gourd into the trash, Luo Yuqing hesitated, but the classmate who suddenly jumped out of the corridor was so frightened that she lost her hand. Looking at the dusty sugar gourd lying in the trash can like this, Luo Yuqing thought, this is also good.

You have people you care about, and I have people I care about. It's just that the sad emotion in his eyes is staggered in his chest, and he is so heavy that he can't breathe.

When he was not very familiar, Jiang Che had always been the child king of the village, and everyone would call him when they were doing games. Sometimes it's squatting on the ground and playing glass beads, sometimes it's a few people getting together to play poker, every time Jiang Che wins more and loses less, and every time he goes home, the glass beads in his pocket will jingle non-stop.

Luo Yuqing doesn't like to play marbles because her hands hurt, and because she always loses, she doesn't have so many marbles. So every time she was helping Jiang Che guard his loot on the side, and then looking at Jiang Che, after seeing him nod, she picked out the best and most beautiful to keep for herself.

Then, there was a wave of boos.

……

There are no classes on Saturday afternoons, so naturally there are no evening classes. When Chen Pan got home, he put down his schoolbag and went into the kitchen, scooped the leftovers from lunch into the bowl, and then washed the pot and put the rice. If you run your fingers into the rice poured into the water, you will see the turbid liquid running out of the rice. In fact, it is not clear whether the rice is not clean or the water is not clean.

It seemed that summer was almost over, and when I looked out of the small window, I could only see horizontal branches crisscrossing the sky, and gray clouds were very low and pressed down, as if there was going to be a heavy rain. I don't know when my mother will come back, and when she will be able to grow up quickly. It's rare to hear annoying cicadas anymore, only occasionally they sound, as if they are whimpering against death.

There was a sound at the entrance, Chen Pan came out of the kitchen and saw his mother bending down with great effort, Chen Pan helped his mother put down the burden on her shoulders, there were still some unsold vegetables in it, but there were silver strands of hair in her eyes. Twilight shrouded in the sky, and it seemed to be dark all of a sudden, and it was difficult to see clearly after a few steps. As if he suddenly got up after squatting on the ground for a long time when he was a child, he would be blind for a short time, Chen Pan wiped his hand on his face, full of wet tears.

"Mom, I'll go with you tomorrow morning."

"Where to go, read your book well." Xu Wenwan sighed, she knew that her daughter didn't want to look at her too tired, since her husband died, the burden of the family was all on her at once. But what else? She just hopes that her daughter doesn't feel too guilty.

"I'm not going to miss class."

"Needless to say, let's eat!"

Chen Pan brought out a few small dishes from the kitchen, and served two bowls of rice, and sat at the table with his mother, three dishes and one soup, very simple dishes, greasy braised pork that stood far away without the girl smelling it, and green beans were the most common scene in the daily life of the mother and daughter.

It's actually hard to isolate that sad emotion, because you can't do enough ruthlessness, apathy. Even if the world doesn't let you see the beauty you want, there is only suffering. But there are still relatives who miss you, she is so cute.

After eating, his mother rested early, and Chen Pan didn't have the heart to watch TV, so he ran to the house to do the homework left by the teacher today. In fact, it's not that it's not thoughtless, it's just that one person is too lonely. TV is always full of bloody plots, but in fact, there are so many coincidences and room for redemption.

No more!

Open the window to bring a touch of coolness. The lights in the distance are sparsely scattered around the corners, and I don't know when they will go out. The night is silent, and many times Chen Pan still thinks of Jiang Che.

How would you describe that boy? Good or good? None of them seem to be pertinent. At the age of seventeen, he pretended to be too pretentious, always with a faint melancholy. In the first semester of high school, Jiang Che didn't take the initiative to say a word to her. In fact, it's not just her, everyone in the class is the same.

It's just why it's different from her? More than once she saw his outstretched hand in the fog of winter mornings, going to and from school together, putting books in the same backpack. What does that hand represent?

Why is she so at ease?

Why are you just going around like that?

That's why I'm going to bite you! Wake up you or wake up myself.

……

It's still early in the morning, and the fog hasn't had time to rise because of the temperature, so it's still very low in front of you. Those who are obscured can only see shallow outlines. Grey tones always evoke sadness, like a dark corner of an alley that never shines through.

What is there in it that makes people reluctant to set foot in it, and you can't stop it. Is it too messy? But maybe it once enjoyed the baptism of the sun, and you praised it?

Don't remember!

"The watch will be returned to you."

"It's okay, you'll have to save time." Jiang Che stopped, the fog was still so thick that it was impenetrable, and he didn't notice the tone problem at all.

"You got it."

I will always find the problem from such a simple dialogue, perhaps because it is too simple, so I will not be careful to be careful.

But is it really because of this?

Isn't it because of concern? Can't it be because you care?

yes, how could you not know. Isn't the news sent by your side all the time?

If you have forgotten your direction while walking and haven't forgotten to reply to messages, why did you forget it?

Haven't people been tempting me, but I'm still stupid and running to see if you're home?

But who remembers to be afraid that you don't know the time, so you deliberately send a watch with an alarm clock. Who remembers me who stood still and called you after you went the wrong way? You smiled under the sun, but you couldn't see the sadness in my eyes!

The dark side that the sun can't shine through.

I don't remember.