In fact, no matter how long the summer is, it will eventually pass. Just like those sunrises, those sunsets, may come a little earlier and go back a little later because of the change of seasons. But it will make up for it in the next season, forming a so-called balance, where there will be day and night, and there will be joy if there is sadness. What will remain in my memory will not be complaining about how the summer is so hot, and the cicadas are annoyed to death. Just like in autumn you will miss summer and winter will miss autumn.

When the shrill cicadas are no longer harsh, but a little poignant, autumn has passed. So, winter ushered in, and even the poignant sound disappeared.

Many mornings, Jiang Che would still wait for Luo Yuqing, still enlarge his steps, and then the sentence "You go slower," would not add "Jiang ran and run", and would no longer share a schoolbag.

Youth seems to be piled up from such fragments, and then slowly grows up, instilling a lot of thoughts in the mind, and in the knowledge learned, there is one more word, shame. It's like when I was a child, I could go down to the river to bathe together regardless of the difference between men and women, and I could ask why you have it and I don't have it naked.

And now, because of the difference between men and women, because of the sudden extra people around them, there will slowly be an additional thing, called estrangement.

The hand stretched out in front of him is still good-looking, and the person in front of him is still thin. The gray scarf was put on a thick down jacket and then put on him, only a pair of warm eyes could be seen, and he looked a lot fatter and longer.

"I'll give it back to you, and it's not a matter of eating you all the time." Luo Yuqing looked at the hot breakfast in her hand and said.

"It's up to you."

"Do you want to put the book in my bag, it's cold."

"I brought gloves." As he spoke, he put the book under his armpit and took out a plush glove from his pocket, covering his slender fingers and covering his eye sockets. Luo Yuqing just looked at it, the faint candle in her heart seemed to burn up all the wax tears, and a light sparked and then went out.

It's up to you.

It's no.

In the thick fog of the early morning, a clean and blurry face is close at hand.

It's still getting up, washing, and going to and from school together. It's just getting a little different. The withered yellow grass on the side of the road, the fog that obscures the view, and the camphor tree that can only see the outline clearly.

It doesn't seem to be any different. It's just that it's getting colder. and Jiang Che's face covered by a wide scarf.

At this time, the students are actually quite literate, and they always like to give themselves a literary and artistic screen name, so Baidu, which can solve the problem the most, can't answer. And so on, the small and fresh "breeze language" and "the sky - sunny". Suggestive version, "So far all year round, my her." The "sad version" turns out to be familiar and unfamiliar, and "your smile hurts so much" are all over the place.

will always change the screen name, because on Baidu search, the name is repeated, one word is changed. And then it's a matter of racking your brains.

"Thief."

One day by chance, Luo Yuqing looked at Jiang Che's homepage, the page with the note Jiang Ran Ran, and then this name.

Thief, steal what?

In fact, it's not accidental, it's probably because I haven't seen him appear in her circle of friends for a long time, so I'm not comfortable for a while. She kept turning over the footprints he had left a long time ago, half a year ago, a year ago, but only a thief remained. What was it called before? So a person with a literary fan.

……

There was a rustling sound in the classroom, the tip of the pen wandering on the paper, under the white light, some people scratching their ears and cheeks, some people were as quiet as a sculpture, only a few people hooked the corners of their mouths, showing a triumphant smile, in the world of light and darkness, there was a clear distinction.

In front of us is a very common mathematical geometry problem, verification.

Jiang Che turned his head and his gaze stopped in the back row of the classroom. When he turned back again, he was met by the stern gaze of the invigilator on the podium, and Jiang Che had no doubt that if he stayed for a few more seconds, he would be warned.

Rubbing his stiff fingers, Jiang Che lowered his head, and the calculation paper and test papers were spread all over the table. In December, in order to cope with the above inspection, the school came to a school-wide examination at the end of the year.

In fact, Jiang Che is also happy with this arrangement, because it will not be boring, and time will pass quickly. He doesn't like it when he sits in the classroom all day and reads hard, he is not the kind of person who is very good at reading, because his consciousness is not high.

In fact, his grades are not bad, and he basically relies on a good memory, but there are always people who ignore it.

The messy lines on the calculus paper, and the second hand that always walks slowly when it looks up. The sky outside the window was still dark, and the whirring wind could be heard through the glass window.

The tip of the pen pulled out long marks under the incandescent light above his head, Jiang Che stretched out his hand and sighed, the white mist stretched in front of his eyes, and then assimilated into the light.

In what winter of that year, there were two candidates from different classes sitting in the classroom. They were speechless to each other, but they sighed that it was fate. The joy of youth is you, and you are the love of youth.

Which scene on which day, and who opened their hearts for whom, but used time to build a city for themselves, and no one could get in, and no one could get out.

Looking back, people are the same, and the waves are pouring peach blossoms. Nancheng is already a thousand holes, the heart of the Yellow River, can it?

The coldness in his eyes seemed to be steaming out of a ball of heat, Jiang Che stretched out his hand, but retracted because of the coldness of his fingers, he had always been afraid of cold.

When he was still in the fifth grade, Jiang Che washed dishes in the sink after eating and went to the cafeteria. In the cold winter season, the long queue is always much longer than the hot water, so the hot water is not enough, so there is a card time. He misses the fact that when he was at home, his mother always boiled hot water in advance, so that he could have hot water at any time. Although at school he was used to not having cold water, and used to washing dishes, feet and hair with biting water. After a long queue, it was finally his turn, but suddenly a boy from his class inserted himself in front of him, and when he came to him, all that was left was greasy that could not be washed off.

So, he turned around and calmly pushed him to the watery ground, and even though he had the upper hand, he was still outnumbered, and the two rolled on the ground together.

That year, he was twelve years old.

Others only saw a quiet and gentle teenager, but such a teenager would also have a temper.

Jiang Che was a little upset.

It's not always a good thing to have too good a memory, because it will recreate the images and every line of dialogue that you don't want to see.

Luo Yuqing looked at the test paper with a pale face, she didn't know if her face was as ugly as the test paper at this moment, or like the cold light projected from the top of her head.

Beads of sweat rolled uneasily on his forehead, disturbed by the cold, as if they were about to form ice beads, and the cold was overwhelming.

The internal organs seem to be screwed together by someone, even if they are tightly covered with their hands, they can't take away a trace of pain.

The test paper resting on the table was still blank, and the clock above his head slowly walked twenty-four times, never hoping that time would pass so quickly, and he even wanted to turn it around with his hand, but the slightest movement of his hand caused the pain to sweep over like a tide.

She didn't want to think about that sad and bleak face, even if it was covered with a scarf that day, she could imagine it as a sad face. Since when did they start to become strangers, they began to stop talking about things, and when did they become him and her.

But why do you still think of him?