In fact, the sprout of most love is not the teenager who happened to wear a white shirt and showed a sunny smile under the sun that year, nor was it a good feeling precipitated by time, but a joke made by the people around him.

For Chen Pan, he habitually goes to and from class every day, and occasionally asks Jiang Che to give up his position in the middle, and nothing else. However, it was after slowly getting acquainted with each other that the two had communication, although not much, but they also became friends.

The gossip in the school is always like a fire in August, burning with recklessness. Because Jiang Che obviously seemed much kinder to Chen Pan than other girls, rumors spread.

In the first year of high school, every time I had a holiday, I could hear such a joking sentence, "Hey, Jiang Che, you don't wait for your family's anticipation, people have been looking forward to it for a long time." They don't know which one they mean by the hope they have.

Perhaps there is an essential difference between Panpan and Panben.

Although Jiang Che was only joking, his heart could not be calm without waves, because all this was what he wanted, but it was not what he wanted.

The order of young love is always very important, once someone takes the lead, the latecomer can only wait endlessly, but whether there is a result of waiting is not the scope of consideration. Perhaps, this is why at the age of seventeen or eighteen, love is always desperate.

Every Monday is the most reluctant day for students. Because I have to wear a school uniform that I don't like on this day, speaking under the national flag on this day will delay the rest time after school. If I had to add one more thing to do, it would probably be to listen to the dean criticize which student in which class by name.

Not hearing himself and his name, Chen Pan breathed a sigh of relief. Turning his head and glancing at Jiang Che next to him, it was still a silent picture, so quiet that he never seemed to worry about his name, and the sun didn't seem to be able to shine through the narrow shadows in his eyes.

Jiang Che in a group of people wearing the same clothes is still very recognizable, and the boys in this period will always grow taller, as if they have accumulated all their motivation to the present, and they are distancing themselves from girls.

Jiang Che's recognition is not that he is tall, but when he is wearing a school uniform. Because of the thinness, the wide school uniform will be very restless when the wind blows, Chen Pan looked up at the national flag that was torn by the wind and had an expression, and suddenly felt that Jiang Che would be much better like that.

"The flag moves, the wind moves, or the heart moves."

Jiang Che was not surprised at all by such a sudden statement, but just wondered why it was such a metaphor. glanced at Chen Pan, only to find that she brought a pink hairpin today, revealing a smooth forehead. Looking up, it was the face of the national flag wrinkled by the wind, and before he could cast his eyes farther away from the crowd, he could only squint his eyes under a layer of unchanging skylight, and the dense black heads blocked his vision.

The huge playground is like the small world in the classroom, everyone is seriously looking up to clean faces, standing in a proper manner, trying to blend in with the world, at least not so obviously. It's just that this kind of fusion, in Jiang Che's opinion, is not as good as a bad boy who does all kinds of small actions.

Because it's real, because it's vivid, because you don't need to deliberately disguise it.

"Body, hand, eye." Jiang Che glanced at the fluttering ponytail and said truthfully.

Such a cliché opening sentence can also be said so differently, Chen Pan lowered his head and shook his head with a smile, this is a cliché topic that he doesn't want to mention anymore, without the slightest novelty. She turned her head and looked at Jiang Che with her hands behind her back, in such a crowd, boys and girls lined up in two rows, wearing uniform uniforms, at a safe distance of one meter from what they thought they had.

But what about the distance of the heart?

The end of the world is still close at hand.

She said, "The flag moves, the wind moves, or the heart moves." ”

What a cheesy topic! It's not a flag, it's not the wind, it's the heart, it's very simple! You just don't understand.

Jiang Che looked at the girl's eyes as if she was filled with a whole lake of water, and she looked so pale in the sparkling waves, if the splash was bigger, it wouldn't exist! He was stunned.

……

"I'm talking about the realm of monks discussing Buddhism, not the realm of studying."

At the end of the boring speech, everyone seemed to have gotten rid of the trouble of avoidance, and dispersed, and the corridors on both sides of the teaching building were overcrowded and densely blocked.

The music on the radio began to sound, boys and girls at this age are full of fantasies about love, so what came from the radio was not a string of unintelligible English, but a popular love song, Jiang Che listened to the prelude and couldn't remember that it was that song, but felt a little familiar. He looked at Chen Pan, who was standing aside and waiting, and the topic was mentioned again at the entrance of the building.

The same is a cliché word, there are three ways to learn, body, hand, and eye, which is learned in primary school textbooks.

He closed his eyes, and the thought of himself in her eyes came back to his mind. "I'm talking about your ponytail."

"Hehe, I thought you didn't want to pay attention to me."

Jiang Che felt a tap on the shoulder, turned his head, and still smiled as he was, his big eyes smiled into crescents, revealing a row of white teeth. It's just that the unknown emotions that accompany it are blocked in the chest, just the conversation and laughter in the words, like a face that peeks into other people's secrets, and is so loud that it wants everyone to know.

"Jiang Ranran, oh no, Jiang Che, you are ...... Quarrel? Well? Well? I said why did you have an extra tooth mark on your hand, it turned out that you were in love. ”

"Watch out for you!" As the words fell, he withdrew the hand on his shoulder, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he couldn't wait to evacuate.

"Ah, no, don't talk nonsense, we're just talking about the flags, the wind, or the heart." Chen Pan explained with a little blush.

In fact, there are a lot of such smiles in my memory, on the way home from school together in the afternoon, when you go to my house and eat watermelon together. When you laugh at me for writing too simple English essays, it is simply a repetition of family relationships, like I have a lovely mother, she is very small, but she cooks delicious meals and so on, without vivid plots and contagious words.

More often than not, in my dreams, they all say that the reason why a person frequently appears in dreams is that person also misses you. I know, it's just that I miss you...... Nothing more.

However, what I can't forget is your smile, what is the smile when you go home together. At this moment, what is it?

It is said that when the forest is deep, you see a deer, when the sea is blue, you see a whale, and when you wake up from a dream. But in the end, it was still just, there were no deer in the deep fog in the forest, and there was no trace of the whale in the blue waves.

Without you, without me.

"The girl who once made you feel distressed is now quietly gone, love always makes you desire and feel troubled, and it has made you bruised all over your body."

In the broadcast, Xu Wei's song of the former You echoed in the eardrums, Jiang Che helped the frame on the bridge of his nose, tilted his head, and the seventeen-year-old white cloud floated above his head, like a ball of marshmallows, and the wetness in the frame was scorching in the sun.

Are you in love?

Yes, all the time.