One quiet afternoon, the breeze was cool, and the mango trees at the door rustled.

The summer cicada cried softly, knowing the boredom of the summer heat.

The sound of black and white piano keys came from Xin Han's room.

Chu Xi lay on the smooth and cold floor, casually looking at the book taken out of Yang's mother's room, Sanmao wrote "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams", one of which is "My Dream is to Be a Broken Person", after reading it, I closed the book and thought to myself on a whim about the ceiling, what are I going to do in the future? Become an inventor to invent a Doraemon? Become a cop like "Sheriff Black Cat" to eliminate harm for the people? Or become a salted egg superman to save the world? After thinking about it, I was giggling there.

Looking at the heat wave in the yard, sighing and dying of boredom, the heat died, rolled on the floor, babbling and singing, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be watermelons in the refrigerator.

Ran to the kitchen barefoot, took out the big round watermelon from the refrigerator, licked his lips and swallowed his saliva, and cut the watermelon in half, half big and half small, the small one was given to Xin Han, and the big one was kept for himself. When I was about to do this, I remembered that Mother Yang didn't have to eat watermelon when she came back from work, wouldn't it be very pitiful, and she divided half of the big watermelon, and when she was about to pick the largest piece to eat, Chen's father and Chen Junyan's father and son popped up in their minds, so they continued to divide it.

A watermelon, five people, no matter how you divide it, it's not right, it's the first night, don't you just eat a watermelon? As for considering so many people?

This is Chu Xi's illness, everyone says that she has no heart and no lungs, but often many times, when she thinks about problems, she will take many people into account, but outsiders see the result, and the result is what it is, but they don't know her inner struggles and contradictions.

Chu Xi casually took a piece of watermelon and nibbled it, then put the rest back in the refrigerator, closed the door, and snorted coldly, who likes to eat, I don't care how you divide it! So on a hot day, she wore a peaked hat and rode her BMW for a ride.

Along the boulevard, humming songs and blowing the wind, looking up at the blue sky seen through the cracks in the trees, and then looking at the dappled sunlight falling on the ground, the mood of the first night was very cheerful, without the irritability caused by the summer heat.

It was a very simple summer day, and it was also the summer day in the memory of the first eve, it was very hot and boring, and occasionally a hint of summer wind blew, which was cool.

Inadvertently, I saw the bean sprouts boy on the road with a drawing board on his back, and Chu Xi shouted: "Bean sprouts!" "One didn't pay attention, almost hit someone, braked suddenly, and before his foot hit the ground, people and cars fell one after another.

"Hey...... You little girl, why don't you look at the road while riding, pay attention, I'm an old man who doesn't get hit! The old man looked at the two things that the person was reversing and reprimanded.

Seeing that the old man's face was ruddy, and he didn't look injured at all, he sighed, "My car!" Hurriedly picked up the car to check, "Huh? Is my basket crooked? ”

The old man laughed, "You kid fell stupidly? People are important or cars are important! ”

"This is my BMW! Just bought! Baby! Chu Xi continued to check whether the car had been scratched, and when he saw an imperceptible scratch, he was distressed to death, and wiped it with his fingertips, "Why can't it be wiped off!" ”

The old man sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Lu Ze looked at her, his face was paralyzed, so that people couldn't understand the emotion, but Chu Xi pursed his lips and glared at him, dead bean sprouts, I blame you! If I fall, you won't come and help me!

Lu Ze ignored her and silently turned to leave.

Chu Xi was so angry that he almost didn't take a breath. Looking at the crooked basket, I felt ugly, and pushed the car back.

When passing by Lu Ze's house, Lu Ze was collecting clothes in the yard, and when he saw Chu Xi's embarrassed appearance, he looked at it for a while and found that her little feet were scratched on the skin.

Chu Xi snorted coldly, "Dead bean sprouts!" ”

Lu Ze entered the house without looking back, holding his clothes.

Chu Xi was half angry with him again, "Dumb? If you should say that you will die! After saying that, he continued to push the car home with a depressed face.

Chen's father was eating at the door of his house, and when he saw Chu Xi's embarrassed appearance, he teased: "What's wrong?" Playing prestige? Why do you look so embarrassed? Chased by a dog? ”

Chu Xi was worried that the fire in his stomach had not yet occurred, he was depressed, and he had no good words as soon as he opened his mouth: "Lao Chen, don't stand and talk without backache, the dog bit me, I dare to bite back, just like now, do you dare?" ”

"Dead stinky girl, who are you scolding!"

Chu Xi's head was biased, "Hmph╭(╯^╰)╮, whoever takes care of me is!" ”

"You dead boy, you don't want to be taken advantage of at all!"

"Humph!"

"Come on, look at your ugly car, push it over, I'll help you figure it out!"

"Ugly!" Chu Xi pursed his lips and said in disgust.

"Why are you so brainless! If the basket is crooked, it won't be neat? ”

"I'm afraid that if I don't like it, I'll unload the basket without paying attention!" Chu Xi puffed out his cheeks and puffed.

Father Chen laughed when he heard this, "It's indeed your style!" Chen's father stuffed the dishes and chopsticks into Chu Xi's hand and helped her make the basket square until she was satisfied.

Chu Xi smiled and handed the dishes and chopsticks to Chen's father, and said with satisfaction: "Old Chen, you are still the best!" You're better than my own dad! ”

"Come on, I won't be able to listen to you say good things! How can you say that about your father! Father Chen turned around and entered the house.

Chu Xi shouted at his tall back, "Old Chen, thank you!" ”

That back reminded Chu Xi of his father's back, as tall as Aoyama, he could carry her on his shoulders.

When she was a child, Chen's father also carried her on his shoulders and carried her on the street like his father. Although she always called him Lao Chen, she knew that in addition to being friends, they were also father and daughter. His father only appeared once a year in her life, and she didn't realize what fatherly love was. But in Uncle Chen, she knew that his tolerance, play, and care for her was fatherly love.

The tall back had left an imprint on her mind early, so that the back of him when he was old and walked with his back bent formed a huge contrast, and his nose and eyes were sour.

This taught her how to define growth. Another term for growth is to grow old, and the process of growing up is also the process of getting old, which is a gradual process and a fleeting thing. This is the moment when she wants to catch it but can't.

Chen's father didn't answer, he waved his hand behind her back, and Chu Xi smiled and pushed the car into his house.

The next time I saw Shikazawa was on the first day of school.

Chu Xi, Yang Kexin, and Chen Junyan happened to be assigned to the same class. At that time, there were only two key classes in each grade of the experimental middle school, either 1 or 2 classes, so it was not surprising that people who graduated from the same school and had similar scores were placed in the same class.

can make Chu Xi and Lu Ze feel that fate is a thing that can make people so stunned, but people who don't have a good impression of each other will be classmates! And it's three years of being in the same class!

Chu Xi: "...... (⊙ o ⊙) "Hell yes!

Shikazawa: "...... (⊙ o ⊙)”

Their eyes met in mid-air, and then they abruptly looked away.

The first day of school was spent in self-introduction, self-introduction between teachers and students, self-introduction between classmates and classmates, and then free communication between the class teacher and the students.

The head teacher's name is Ye Lang, and everyone likes to call him the night wolf. He is a humorous young male teacher, laughing and kind, teaching them English, this homeroom teacher has been in this class for three years in junior high school, as long as you are not kicked out of the key class.

Ye Lang opened his head and chatted about the topic of dreams, allowing the students to come to the podium one after another to express their opinions.

When I was young, my dreams were great, and many people's dreams were about the dreams of heroes and great people, some people said they wanted to be mathematicians, some people wanted to be lawyers, some people said they wanted to be painters, teachers, astronauts......

But no one said they wanted to be a cleaner, a waste picker, or a gardener......

Because at that rampant age, the greater the dream, the nobler the personality, and the more superior the others from being ridiculed.

Ye Lang smiled and nodded at the person who spoke automatically, looked at the roster, and named Lu Ze's name, "What is your ideal?" ”

Lu Ze stood up, everyone looked at him curiously, looking forward to his answer, this person entered the experimental middle school with the first place in the city, and the Education Bureau also hung a banner on the street for him at that time, which made a lot of noise and everyone knew it.

"Go to high school!" Shikazawa said without thinking.

Ye Lang smiled and nodded, "This is your goal for the past three years, and it is also the goal that everyone here has to strive for, what about the ultimate ideal?" ”

Chu Xi and Yang Kexin whispered at the bottom that it might be a painter!

Lu Ze thought for a while before he said, "I didn't think about it!" ”

Ye Lang smiled and nodded, and asked him to sit down, "Don't worry, you can spend three years or even longer to find this answer!" ”

"I'll call another classmate to talk about it, uh...... Just Yang Chuxi! Ye Lang looked at the roster, and then looked at Chu Xi who slowly stood up, "What is your dream?" ”

Everyone locked their eyes on her, and the boy was surprised, ~ skinny monkey. The girl was disgusted, ah~ Why is this girl so dark?

Chu Xi was a little dissatisfied with everyone's reaction, and said in a cocky tone: "Be yourself!" ”

Ye Lang smiled and looked at her with interest: "Why?" ”

"Sanmao can become a waste picker and do what he wants, why can't I do what I want to do in the first place?"

"And what do you want to do?" Ye Lang was looking forward to her answer like no other.

"Be yourself!"

Ye Lang: "......" this kid, what about tongue twisters with him!

The classmates at the bottom were stunned by the answer of the first night, this classmate is really different enough?

Lu Ze found this girl's answer interesting, at least much more real than the others' answers.

Everyone is a mortal, there are too many uncertain factors on the road to growth, who can pat their chests and guarantee that they can fulfill the promise they made to themselves at the beginning, saying that they want to be their own may eventually become a lawyer, saying that they want to become a lawyer may end up becoming a teacher, and saying that they want to become a teacher may become a waste picker...... Just like him, when he was a child, he said in front of his parents that he wanted to become a painter, and his dream finally died in front of reality.

"Yang Chuxi has his own principles and ideas, I hope you can always keep your original intention to be the most authentic self, I hope you can use three years to grow and harvest, let me let everyone see the most real you. In fact, whether it is the three-year goal or the ultimate dream, it is equally important and great, whether we finally achieve it or not, but at least we have worked hard to achieve them. So, let's play a game, please write your name and dream and what you want to do on a piece of paper, the teacher will put it in an envelope, and after three years you graduate, I will send you this letter again, and in another 10 years, you will be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, you may have a successful career, you may have a family, and then you will see if you have become the person you want to be when you were 13 years old, and whether your dream has come true. Whether your dreams come true or not, please send an email to the teacher to let me know! ”

Ye Lang wrote his mailbox on the blackboard, "My mailbox will never change!" ”

After listening to the students, their blood boiled, they tore off a piece of paper and began to pinch the pen to write, and the huge classroom sounded a rustling sound.

The thirteen-year-old self longs for the twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old self, thinking about it, excited, expectant, and afraid.

13-year-old Chu Xi did not complete this task in class. Because she hadn't thought about it yet, Ye Lang gave her plenty of time to think about when she would write it before handing it in.

Twelve-year-old Shikazawa didn't complete the task either. Because he wasn't looking forward to the confusing future, he didn't write it.

Ye Lang looked at this thin and non-talkative honor student and said: "This life is so long, to be a man, there must always be expectations, the expectations of teenagers, no matter how ridiculous they are, are your most simple and simple ideas, and you have plenty of time and energy to realize them." On windy days, don't miss the opportunity to dance because you are afraid of the cold, whether you are looking forward to life getting better, or the people around you are happy, or becoming a better person yourself, it can make you more motivated to go further! Don't let reality steal your dreams, your beliefs! ”