The cafeteria is always crowded with people because there is always someone who will arrive first. Even though many students complained that the food in the school cafeteria was the most unpalatable and they never went again, they still stood behind this huge queue after that.

The blue and white dining table, the long queue, and the ears are always in a noisy environment. Luo Yuqing watched Jiang Che come out of the long line with two dinner plates, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and the lenses on the bridge of his nose were like frost flowers on the glass window in winter, vaguely existing.

"What do you think!"

Jiang Che walked up to Luo Yuqing, handed her one of the dinner plates, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his sweat, the two cooked and sat down in a corner.

Because the school is far from home, they generally don't go home for dinner. The dishes are all the same, there will be one or two more dishes according to the price, Jiang Che is three dishes and one soup, this amount is enough.

At this time, students did not know that after leaving high school and entering college, the price of meals would skyrocket, and there would no longer be a fixed price and quantity. And the taste of the extra canteens and restaurants is not much better. As a result, many students blush when they recall the phrase "The food in the cafeteria is too unpalatable", but more often than not, they want to eat it again. I still remember that the principal held up his big belly and said with a slight trembling, "If you pay all your living expenses to the cafeteria, you can eat fresh pork every day." ”

Any word in the world will pale with the passage of time, like a faded photograph. And if there are them, they will be baptized by time and become kind and cute.

Jiang Che has always eaten quickly, so he has eaten well, and Luo Yuqing still has a third left. Maybe it was because he was bored, Jiang Che held the frame and looked up and down, the world around him would become very clear through the lens, and the mulberry tree on the hillside not far away was full of mulberries, red and black hanging all over the branches.

The shrill cicada chirp will be much smaller after penetrating the building, and the girl in front of her will become more three-dimensional, and the tiny fluff on the ears will be a little white in the sun, like a dandelion floating in sight.

"Childish is not childish."

Luo Yuqing glanced at Jiang Che, looking at someone who was playful, and the emotions that he didn't know were surging. When will he be as steady as an adult and like a child, because he is in love?

"You don't understand the world in which myopic people live, everything is blurry, and being far away is like listening to the voice and arguing about the position, looking at the general outline to recognize people. So, when someone you know comes up to you, you don't say hello not because you ignore it, but because you're not sure it's you. ”

By the time Luo Yuqing finished the last bite of food, there were not many people in the cafeteria. The place where the cutlery was recovered was piled up high, and after making sure that he put another one on it, it would not collapse, Jiang Che straightened up and left. If you go back, you will pass a hot water room, and in winter, you can see hot water kettles everywhere, red, white, and pink intertwined. A dozen faucets are the expectant eyes of hundreds of people, endless queues, and hot water that will never be enough, such a scene is still not visible.

Further back, Jiang Che remembered that there was a bush of osmanthus flowers, and the fragrance was very strong, so he could smell it every time he passed by.

"Hey, she didn't get me wrong! Do you want me to explain it to her? Luo Yuqing stopped and said suddenly. In just such a sentence of time, the two have changed from peers to one after the other. The young man's thin back was cast by the sunlight with a long shadow, barely enough to cover the surface of her feet.

"No, you don't." Jiang Che didn't look back, and walked straight. The shrill chirping of cicadas spreads rapidly in the air medium, like a flying bat, which will not change direction without detecting obstacles. And it is because there is no obstacle to cover it, so at this moment, it seems particularly harsh.

He wished that time could skip this period of youth and go straight to ten years later. Then he will know the end of the story and escape the unattainable sadness.

He is afraid of those that exist and cannot be changed, because he knows that any person has only one heart, and once it is broken, it cannot go back. And that's exactly how it happened.

"You said that in the future, we will each have someone we care about, can we still be friends? The kind of a lifetime. ”

Jiang Che turned his head and saw Luo Yuqing, who was five or six steps behind him, in the summer cicada singing season, in the same school uniform, the same youth, but the discussion was not about each other. The emotions in my heart are about to run out of my eyes, the pain, the unattainable sadness, people can't help but want to scream.

Jiang Che raised his head, "I can't think of anything that will be forever." ”

"If I have to force it!" Luo Yuqing looked at Jiang Che angrily.

"Then be kind to him, be a little better, maybe, it will really be forever."

"Jiang Che, can you not speak with that kind of tone that doesn't matter to you, it will make me hate you."

At this time, the corridor should have been empty.

Chen Pan looked at Jiang Che from afar, and in the palm of his hand was a dead cicada. It was picked up on her way home for dinner, and her presence here at this moment was just some kind of emotional trick of hers. She has seen more than once that his textbooks are full of such patterns, other boys like lions, tigers, and eagles, but he likes the cicadas that others hate, all kinds of cicadas outlined in thick ink.

Sometimes she thinks that it is at such a distance of a few steps, that everyone has their own minds, and they all want others to understand you. The midday sun condenses the shadow into a black dot, and what is not visible is the future.

When the emotion in your heart that is called unwilling and incomprehensible is continuously amplified and magnified, and finally it is so big that it blocks your vision, followed by indifference!

When Jiang Che returned to the classroom, he saw a girl lying on his stomach in the seat that belonged to him.

……

The last session of the afternoon was a history class, which was Jiang Che's favorite subject, not because the teacher was the head teacher, nor because it was a woman. It's not that he's always remembered for not being able to talk.

He just just liked it.

There was no break at noon, so now he was a little sleepy, and the red and black fonts highlighted on the projector were entangled with each other, and his vision was blurred.

Chen Pan on the side looked at Jiang Che's appearance and forced a smile, because it was very hard to endure, so she held her head, turned her head, and blushed, leaving only a slightly trembling body.

In the line of sight, there is a pen that does not stop, and the hand holding the pen is like a spear wielded by a three-year-old child, crookedly playing a move. Occasionally, due to the pause of thinking, the hand also stops, and then the ink on the tip of the pen will gather together, penetrating layer after layer of paper, leaving mottled traces.

"Huh?"

I don't know how long it took, feeling the strength from his arm, Jiang Che looked at the table in a bit of confusion, a slight nasal voice, frowning brows, and a little childish. In the future, Chen Pan recalled this scene countless times, only to understand that those so-called calm, undisturbed, are just a kind of self-protection when he is sober.

"The teacher is watching you." Chen Pan reminded in a low voice.

"Oh!" When the words fell, I turned my head to look at the blackboard, still confused.

These simple words were so simple that Chen Pan wanted to bite him again.

"Jiang Che, you just stare at what I am doing with big watery eyes, stand up when you are sleepy, and sit down again when you wake up."

Maybe this scene is a bit dramatic, the head teacher actually laughed a little, Jiang Che, who doesn't like to talk among the dozens of people in this class, makes her remember the most. He always has a sense of melancholy in his body, and there is too much realism in the child at the moment.

She doesn't know what to do at the age of seventeen or eighteen, it's too early to be unforgettable in love, after all, it takes time to precipitate.

After that, the classmates who turned their heads seemed to want to look at his big watery eyes, Jiang Che was slightly embarrassed, it was just a yawn, he stared at the book and didn't speak.

From Chen Pan's angle, he could see Jiang Che at this time, looking at the notes that he couldn't even recognize, and he was in a daze.

The bell came quietly, and then there was a rush of students.

"Cicadas?"

"The cicada molts."

The cicadas on the table are somewhat transparent in the sun, and the meridians inside can be seen clearly. Jiang Che dialed it with his hand.

"That's why you came early at noon?"

"That's why I dozed off in the afternoon."

For the same reason, the difference is the sentence structure, a question, a statement. He naturally knew that she was going home for dinner, and it wouldn't be so early. She also naturally knew that it was she who deliberately occupied his seat and slept peacefully.

So, he is the one who dozes off.

"Why do you like cicadas?"

"Summer."

"Summer? All summer? Hearing this answer, Jiang Che was slightly stunned, and then Mu Mu nodded. Perhaps it was because of his affirmation, Chen Pan was very happy, his big eyes were rolling slightly, "Then I gave you a whole summer, what did you give me?" Naughty words, sly smile, Jiang Che saw it in his eyes, and his mood was inexplicably much better.

"All summer." Jiang Che looked at the cicada on the table and repeated it again.

The same question, Luo Yuqing will say that he is always too hypocritical.

He thought about why there are always some people and things in the world that make you inexplicably sad, unwilling to lose, and ununderstood. But there will also be people who will make you find that joy of being understood, even though they only occupy a small part of your life.

Maybe there really are people in the world who can empathize!

"Then I'll invite you to eat sugar gourds, but you won't be full."