People will always use time to commemorate the greatest moments. The founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China in '49 and the Olympic Games in '08, these things written in history textbooks, even the older generation of people who have not read books know because they have experienced it personally.

Just like Jiang Che clearly remembers that in 2006, when he was ten years old, he first came into contact with computers in class. Seeing the Chinese characters that once made him extremely curious can not be written by hand, just type the letters on the keyboard and it will come out. The neat and square words were very clearly projected on his eyes, making him think that the words should be written like this.

It's just like the teacher praised him in the Chinese class in the second year of junior high school for his beautiful words, and he will have a great future in the future. He didn't blush for the first time, but frowned, looking at his words compared to the words on the computer when he was a child, there was a world of difference.

He didn't know what was good.

At the same time, fate emits a straight ray in the year of leaving private school, from one point to another, what stops is the line segment, and what cannot be stopped is the ray. He got rid of the demon Su Xiaoying and met Luo Yuqing. In the same environment, they grow up with a nourishment called "contrast".

In Jiang Che's memory, there was a repaired bluestone house in the open space next to his house, and there lived a girl who would always return the paper airplane he threw out, and the most muttered sentence in his mouth was "Jiang Che, you threw paper airplanes at my house again." "The white walls of her house are very beautiful, and the neighbors around her always make fun of them.

At the age of fourteen, rays emitted from the same point become line segments after passing through another point, stagnating. Jiang Che hadn't heard about Su Xiaoying from her mouth for a long time, and he didn't throw the paper airplane with "Su Ma Liang" written on it anymore.

It's probably because children are not so obsessed with seeing someone, and even if they hate it, they will slowly let go of it with the passage of time. What's more, Jiang Che didn't hate Su Xiaoying, he just couldn't stand her unreasonable trouble.

When you pass by Luo Yuqing's house, you will hear the arguments coming from her house, most of which are snatching the remote control for the sake of watching a certain station. Jiang Che knows that she likes to watch cartoons, and having a younger brother at home who doesn't like to watch cartoons is a headache. Kong Rong's allusion to the pear did not apply in front of her brother, who was three years younger than her, so she looked at her mother's face and could only let it.

When Jiang Che returned home, he would sit at his desk most of the time and quietly spend a dusk. The setting sun illuminated the font, and the spread out book was like a huge magic box, easily sucking Jiang Che in. He didn't seem to belong to this world, and he could see all kinds of fragments left over from history, which made him think he had superpowers for a while.

Looking up from the small window, you will see Luo Yuqing sitting on the roof of her house doing her homework, frowning and not knowing if it was because she couldn't write her homework or because she didn't grab the remote control.

He thought about it, ran to the living room and turned on the TV, took off his shoes and nested in the sofa, watching the gray wolf still not eat the sheep on the TV, shouting slogans again and turning into meteors, and repeating the cycle again and again. So he frowned, as if he knew that this was an endless cycle, and that the wolf could always catch the sheep with some strange ideas, but the wolf would never eat the sheep.

He kind of understood why her brother didn't like such cartoons. Shen Wen, who came out of the kitchen, looked at her son with strange eyes, it was the first time she saw her son watching cartoons, and she had been watching it on the sofa for so long. However, seeing Jiang Che's frowning brows, she chose to remain silent, because it was a little more childish.

So, in order to see these often, whenever she met Luo Yuqing, Shen Wen would ask her to come to her house to play with Jiang Che, but in fact, she asked Jiang Che to accompany her to watch cartoons. Listening to the sound of swords clashing and artillery fire coming from the room, but full of comedy and joy, Shen Wen smiled with satisfaction.

Many times, Jiang Che looked at Luo Yuqing, who was sitting next to him, holding the remote control and not letting go, and muttered in his heart, how could there be such a mother who cheated her son.

When he was fifteen years old, he sat beside her in the sunset, listening to her dissatisfied voice, and his delicate brow furrowed.

"They're good or bad."

"I don't like them." The sound of getting choked up.

Jiang Che looked at the black mud handprints and mischievous footprints on the walls, but in his heart he was despising these immature playmates. Looking at the hair and face of the girl next to him, her clothes were stained with white powder, she was embarrassed but still delicate, and her smart eyes were still beautiful even if they were full of indignation. It's like a once naughty classmate who uses chalk ash as cream to smear on his peers. He walked slowly over to her, picked up his tools, and got out of her reach.

In the next few days, there were many fewer marks on the treated walls, and Jiang Che drew some patterns in the places where the marks were made, like clouds, and like irregular marshmallows. It's not pretty, but it's not very ugly.

He didn't know if there was really love at first sight in the world, and he didn't understand whether ignorance at the moment was considered love, all he thought was that it would be nice to see her often.

Now she sat beside him, grinning and cheering, and running her hand at his hair. "You've got gray hair, and you've become an old man." Jiang Che tilted his head and was slightly stunned.

The green mountains are worry-free, but they are white-headed because of the snow. So what about me at the moment? What about you? Many years later, Jiang Che realized that such a white head could not be true, nor could it be faked.

Jiang Che got rid of the strange hand, "Then you are also an old grandmother." ”

"That's not as old as you."

Later, Jiang Che brought a stool, stood on it, jumped up, and stamped a stamp on the top of everyone.

Looking at the place where there was only his handprint, the corners of Jiang Che's mouth rose, revealing a few white teeth, which belonged to him. At the moment, no one compares with him.

It wasn't the first time Luo Yuqing had seen Jiang Che smile, but she still felt that such a smile was too extravagant. She remembered that he was very sensible, never did bad things, studied very well, and always studied seriously when he came home, and didn't watch those cartoons.

Therefore, under Jiang Che's guidance, she also printed a small handprint on it, chubby. After printing, she regretted it, because compared to Jiang Che's, hers was like an enlarged puppy's paws, and the whole thing shrunk into a ball.

Unlike his, it is slender and three-dimensional, and the angle of the five fingers apart is just right. Actually, the reason why I learned from him was probably to ask him why he helped me.

Yes? Why help me. When these memories were recalled by Luo Yuqing, what caught her eye was still the thin background.

……

"Jiang Run, you slow down, why are you walking so fast."

"It's you who are too slow." Jiang Che stood helplessly in place, and only then did she raise her steps again until she followed.

"That's you."

The morning fog gradually dissipated, revealing more scenes, and the line of sight could be cast farther, and the two figures were separated from the narrow light source. When the day dawned, there was no need for the guidance of the street lights, and the street lights were turned off at a quarter past seven on time.

It takes thirty-five minutes to walk from home to school, but it takes less than three minutes to walk through that alley, and Jiang Che and Luo Yuqing have to pass through this alley every day.

From junior high school to high school, from the age of fourteen to the age of seventeen.