Tian Xiaoyu and the "self" in the mirror confronted each other in silence, and the mist around them seemed to be frozen by the cold air and no longer spread.

After a long time, the "self" in the mirror chuckled and opened his mouth.

So, how much longer do you think you'll be able to hold out? This body is still mine after all, if you mess around, then I will definitely not let the current me become you in the future, then in the future, whether you exist or not is also unknown......"

Scold! Think deep enough.

Tian Xiaoyu frowned tightly, his eyes swept over the "self" in the mirror like a knife, and said faintly: "I, since I am here, my existence is not an unknown, I don't know, why I came back here, but there may be a providence in the dark, do you remember the wooden bridge on the west side of the building of the School of Materials?" ”

"Wooden bridge? ……”

The wooden bridge Tian Xiaoyu mentioned is located on the northwest side of the school, connecting the main road and an open space.

This school is really, there are many boys, and there is also a lot of land.

In that open space, sparse and sparse dozens of trees are planted with Gesang flowers, in late summer and early autumn, the branches of Gesang flowers more than half a person high are full of pink and purple Gesang flowers like the sun, the wind blows, the flowers and fragrance are rippling with the sea of flowers, wave after wave, so that the lovers who walk here, the heart is rippling.

And Tian Xiaoyu and Fang Yu, who had just entered their first love, naturally would not miss here. It can be said that this wooden bridge is the starting point of their first love, witnessing them, the nervousness of holding hands for the first time to sweating, and the panic of kissing for the first time.

It's also an endpoint.

They broke up in silence here, the back of Fang Yu's departure, and Tian Xiaoyu's heartache that he couldn't let go of for a long time were all witnessed by the scene of this wooden bridge.

If there is nothing wrong with my memory, by now, the former "self" must have experienced the sweet time witnessed by the wooden bridge.

Right now, there is no need to guess by yourself, looking at the look of "yourself" in the mirror, Tian Xiaoyu already understands.

The "self" in the mirror of "Muqiao ......" muttered and repeated, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that was so rich that it could not be dissolved.

"Yes, wooden bridge. Back then, I ...... No, it's you,"

Tian Xiaoyu decided to replace the first person with the second person, so that the opposite "self" had a stronger sense of substitution......

"When Fang Yu proposed to break up, on this wooden bridge, after he left, you couldn't let go for a long time, standing there steadily, like a fossil in the dark night, sad, sad, the heart is about to be torn into pieces, you know, the first love, has been like a dandelion blown away by the wind, will not come back, but the traces it left have turned into a tear at the tip of the heart, a scar, will never be erased, but time will not stop because of you, even if you are unwilling, you will also move towards the future, but you said now, At this moment, you are about to be unable to hold on, you can't hold on, if possible, please tell yourself in the future, Tian Xiaoyu, these will eventually pass, you will eventually forget these, at that time, a new lover, he will erase the tears in your eyes, the scars in your heart, and take you into a new life......"

Tian Xiaoyu gushed endlessly, looking at the "self" in the mirror and biting her lip, tears rained down, and large tears slipped down on her young and immature face, and escaped into the light mist.

The "self" in the mirror slowly lowered his eyes, shook his head gently, and said, "Don't say it, don't say it!" Please don't say any more!! ……”

The angry and begging voice interrupted Tian Xiaoyu's flat and straightforward speech, she looked at "herself" quietly, stretched out her hand, touched the coldness of the mirror, and slowly moved down, as if she wanted to touch the "self" in the mirror.

"Now, now, I, Tian Xiaoyu ten years later, come to tell you, Tian Xiaoyu in 2009: Hey, everything is fine, that person, he has already appeared, soothed the wounds in your heart, and injected warmth and vitality, so that the sensitive you back then became the ...... of me in the second secondary school now"

"Tian Xiaoyu" in the mirror slowly raised his head again, stopped crying, and asked with a hint of choking: "Middle two, what do you mean?" ……”

Tian Xiaoyu was stunned, "Uh, that is, it means confident, happy, and charming......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the "self" in the mirror began to cry again for some reason, and the tear glands were developed like the Baotu Spring in Jinan, which continued to ......

Tian Xiaoyu sighed softly, alas! This young man just can't see the matter of love......

"I don't believe it...... Why did Fang Yu break up with me? …… Didn't I wait for him all the time? …… Can you accept other boys in just two years? …… That's not true! I like Fang Yu, all my life! …… I will never forget it for the rest of my life, two years...... How can it be! …… You lied to me! …… You lied to me!!! ”

“……”

Tian Xiaoyu looked at the "self" in the mirror and fell into the incoherent cycle again, speechless and oblique forty-five degrees to the sky.

After a long time, he opened his mouth again, and said earnestly: "Why did you and Fang Yu separate, don't you know in your heart?" Have you ever gotten along as equals? Two years is indeed not enough time to forget a person and be indifferent to a relationship, but being with Zhu Yue, even if it is only two months, is enough...... You know, affection is shallow, and it is never determined by time......"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!! I don't believe it!! ”

The louder the voice became, the louder it was, and the mirror seemed to crack a little.

The fog grew heavier and heavier, and kept tumbling and spreading......

The world is spinning.

Only hearing the sound of "ding", Tian Xiaoyu slowly regained consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, and it was white, and his eyes gradually focused, still the ceiling.