The sunset faded, the building turned white, the floor tiles under his feet were loose, the dead grass filled the gaps, the bell that rang through the campus just now marked the end of the evening self-study, Yan Shuang's thin torso was wrapped in a thin school uniform, and the neckline still had the smell of laundry detergent bubbles, a black car stopped in front of her, and she opened the door silently and got into the car.

Yan Shuang turned his face slightly and stared intently at the window, his silhouette forming a framed picture on the black glass.

Not far from the line of sight, Li Feiran rode a gray mountain bike, Yan Shuang's eyes were filled with resentment and resentment, Li Feiran's reflection in her pupils became smaller and smaller, the light and noise became small and weak, and finally dispersed at the end of the line of sight with the boy's reflection.

Yan Shuang thought that her high school seemed to have been spent watching Li Feiran's back, and looking back, the street lamps divided the city into two worlds, and a layer of pale frost fell on their heads. In the face of Li Feiran, she was always frightened, calling herself not like herself.

What kind of love is this?

This is the crux of their problem, in the past three years, there has not been a single brief meeting of sight, Li Feiran's eyes seem to have been gifted by God, including the stars and the sea, but there is no Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang opened his eyes suddenly, and in the afternoon of 407, accompanied by the cicadas outside the window, several noisy roommates finally knew how to rest, facing the sky on their backs, like three squirrels drying their bellies in the sun.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed, the memories were always far-reaching, she couldn't touch the ground, the asphalt road in the third year of high school in her dream, she watched him walk so many times, one in the car, one outside the car, one looking at the other. Later, even after they all graduated, it seemed that his shadow was left there.

Yan Shuang changed into military training uniforms, went downstairs to pick up the car, the journey from the dormitory to the playground took 20 minutes, the September sun was enthusiastic, baking her side of the body warm.

Passing by the restaurant, Li Feiran rode a mountain bike and rushed out from the side, Yan Shuang couldn't dodge, braked suddenly, the wheels of the bicycle skidped, and the people and the car rolled over on the ground.

Li Feiran hadn't even seen a shadow for a long time, and the moment he fell, Yan Shuang's head was thinking that it was fortunate that he hadn't seen it.

"Are you alright?" A nice female voice came from behind her, soft, with some anxiety and worry.

The word "thing" behind "no ......" was forced back, Yan Shuang saw the face of the person who came, and his heart suddenly became half cold.

Lin Yan wore a military training uniform, her loose belt hung on her slender waist, and she stretched out a pair of white and slender hands, Yan Shuang dodged her eyes, and the tips of her ears were flushed. The pain of breaking the knee was not without it before, but this time it was indeed a burning pain, with shame, weakness and exhaustion.

As soon as the school started, Lin Yan was elected as the school flower of this freshman, and she held up a sign to the college at the opening ceremony, which caused countless chicken blood fans. Her appearance is also likable, the air is always delicate on her body, sometimes she is like a drop of dew, sometimes she is like a diamond, and even Li Feiran fell under such a girl's pomegranate skirt.

But in the end, Yan Shuang still didn't hold Lin Yan's finger stretched out to him.