People always like to recall the past, but the memories slowly fade in time, and there are pictures but no sounds, like silent black and white photos, no matter how you look at them, they are full of sadness. And when the gentle cheeks of those memories gradually escaped, gradually turned into indifference, and after all the enthusiasm was exhausted, what else did they recall?

The midsummer in my memory is already very far away, as if someone deliberately blocked a screen window in front of him, obviously very close, but he can no longer see clearly.

Many times, Luo Yuqing would pay attention to Jiang Che under Su Xiaoying's inquiry. Since that summer vacation, she has not picked up paper airplanes with writing around her house, in the yard, on the roof, she has walked everywhere she can find, but there are none.

Gradually, she knew the origin of Jiang Baiyun's title, and also knew how Su Maliang came from. She wrote those few words on the paper over and over again, as if she saw a small figure standing on the podium, a stubborn and serious face.

"If I were a cloud, I would shade the sun of the Sahara Desert for a day, and give the land a moment of shade."

"If I were a cloud, I would be stingy and tear off a corner to let people know that the marshmallow is not me, and I am not sweet."

She chewed on these words carefully, and found that such a small emotion was not there when facing her. In the face of her, he will generously choose the best marbles for himself, will give her the small fish she wants, will bring her into his world, and will give her everything she wants.

However, she didn't add her own understanding to Su Xiaoying's exposition, and then filled in all the details in her mind.

But he never saw the restlessness that Jiang Che showed when facing Su Xiaoying, such a vivid aura and such a vivid face.

So, she felt that he was different from her, like an older brother who would meet all the other party's requirements.

For example, the phrases "marry you" and "I'm not waiting for you to fulfill your promise!" These, coupled with Jiang Che's inclusion of all her, were like a huge torrent blocking her face, so she played the role of this younger sister. And whose sister is it, and what difference does it make?

She would deliberately give him two couple's pens of the same style, and make him carry his pink schoolbag in a wicked way, wanting to see if he was just such a doting face to her, whether he would blush or be angry, but still a gentle and grinning mouth. How many days and nights alternated, as long as she asked if he was still there, he would smile and show her. Even though I didn't have pen and ink, I couldn't write half a font.

So, she was tired of this game, tired of being the microphone for him and Su Xiaoying. Tired of all the Cinderellas in fairy tales, there is a prince who pays for her in everything and thinks about her. She feels that this is not love, but more family affection or friendship.

She remembered Jiang Wen's words, every fool who refuses to confess even after death is destined to have a missed person in his life. And she is that fool, Jiang Che is not.

Just because one has promised, and the other is waiting for a promise.

In fact, those misses in youth are not because they don't know how to cherish them, but because they don't know how to express them. Some people think that love is to give without reservation, as long as she wants. And some people want to see you have no heart for another person, just because she doesn't.

The former is Jiang Che, and the latter is Luo Yuqing.

But! What exactly is love? What do you want to see and want?

No reservations, huh? Don't you want to see what you have for others and not for yourself?

……

The street lamps illuminated a small area in the darkness, and the wind at night was also cold, with a biting chill, and the whole body gradually became less neat. In the darkness, Jiang Che opened his eyes, and the wind poured in through the unclosed window, and the warm breath in the room was diluted by this coolness. Instead of closing the window, he rolled to the innermost part of the bed, pulled the quilt, closed his eyes, and the blood flowing from his heart to his limbs slowly poured back into the beating place.

and fell into a deep sleep.

Is there anything in the dream?

Is there really anything in the dream?

Those who want to see but can't see, those who want to hear but can't hear, will really ...... Have it?

As a result, there is no habit of opening your eyes to see things again in the dark.

Jiang Che was woken up by the phone, he took the mobile phone from the bedside in a daze, pressed the answer button, and got up a little angrily.

"Hey!"

"Jiang Che, it's snowing, it's snowing, do you see it?" Chen Pan stood in the courtyard, in front of her was a white world, she stretched out her hand and grabbed a handful, and then threw it into the sky, the snow that spread out was even bigger, and the fluttering snow fell on her body, wrapping her inside.

"Oh!" The lazy breath, and the echo of the vanity.

"Jiang Che?"

“…… Well. ”

"You're not still sleeping, are you? You're hibernating under the covers. Chen Pan couldn't cry or laugh, he only said yesterday that he would cash it out today! remembered that Jiang Che was like this in the last class, but I don't know if he was staring at a big watery eye at this moment.

Chen Pan waited for a few minutes, but there were no words coming from the phone close to her ear, only an even breathing sound, like a feather crossing her heart. She turned on the music, turned the volume to the lowest, hummed quietly, and put it in her pocket.

She knew every moment that his sobriety was just a kind of self-protection when he was sober, and she also understood that the so-called calm, the so-called calmness, were just a mask for him to cover up.

And it is these uncommon and hard-to-see childish breaths that are the truest portrayal of him. She could see it clearly, and it was precious.

I thought that my gentleness could give you the whole universe;

I thought I could fill the gap in your relationship with all my strength and concentrate on being by your side.

Maybe I was naïve enough to think that a miracle would happen.

In the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, someone finally found out that he liked Luo Yuqing. In fact, there is no need for anyone to deliberately tell them, except for Jiang Wen, who has a big heart, no one can see who Jiang Che likes anymore.

Because you can always see young people sitting quietly on the fence holding their cheeks, refusing to play with them one second, and jumping off the fence and reaching out in front of you the next because someone has joined in. After being assigned to a group, he smiled and fought for the first place in everything.

It was nine o'clock when Jiang Che woke up again, and he opened his eyes wide to look at the window that had been closed, knowing that it must have been closed by his mother, but he didn't know when. As if dreaming that Chen Pan called him and said that it was snowing, he scratched the back of his head, and he was a little puzzled why he dreamed of her. After getting dressed and pedaling on a tiger-headed cotton slipper, Jiang Che opened the curtains, and the white sky was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Stunned, Jiang Che returned to the bedside and picked up his mobile phone, which had several messages on it. He opened it and it was a few pictures.

In the first photo, there is a snowman with a round belly and a round head, and a big red hat on his head, which is very obvious when white and red are put together. With his arms folded on his stomach, he hung his head as if he hadn't woken up.

The second photo is similar to the first, except that a small snowman sits on its shoulder, with its head pressed against the snowman's face, like a sprite often seen in cartoons. The third Chen Pan stood behind the snowman, wearing a red down jacket, leaning over and reaching out to put his hand on the other shoulder of the snowman, squinting his eyes and smiling brightly.

Jiang Che grinned.

He was made so cute, but what the hell is Big Red Riding Hood.