Standing in front of this rental house, Yu Lei was a little hesitant, a cement house next to the hillside road where he and several classmates used to eat dumplings.

Buying their own groceries and chopping their own stuffing, the time when several students eat dumplings here is basically the best time on the weekend of the third year of high school.

It's just that such a time no longer exists after graduation, and those memories have gradually dissipated with the passage of time.

We have traveled to too many different places and met too many different people in our lives, and the friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi has become too easy.

In this world, there are no so-called soulmates that are difficult to find, and there are more people you can meet, people you can know, and people you can talk to than in an entire country at that time.

There is such a chicken soup about the ears of wheat, which tells the story of Socrates asking his disciples to find the largest ears of wheat in the wheat field, although this story is ninety percent false, although the moral of this story is "Man walks in the middle of the wheat field, looking for the largest ear of wheat, some see the big one and pluck it, and some are empty-handed because they are not big enough." ”

In essence, it is to persuade people, "Although we should pursue the biggest and most beautiful, the most important thing is to be able to hold the real thing in front of us in the palm of our hands."

By the way, this nonsense story also has a moral about love.

But in fact, this story is nothing more than a bowl of trash poisonous chicken soup, or a bowl of poisonous chicken soup stewed in boiling water on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau by an old hen who died of avian flu.

If the world is a wheat field, then there must be no beginning and no end, no matter when you choose the largest ear of wheat, you will always see a bigger one in the next moment, and the difference between them will be far greater than you expected.

You don't have a chance to stop and choose, even if you choose an ear of wheat the size of an apple, you can find a basketball in two steps, a car in two steps, and a house the size of a house. At this time, whether you make a choice or not, the result is the same, it is never real in your hands, and the more you go on, the more you desire.

Therefore, the reason why the friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi is a swan song is because their world is too small.

So the reason why there is no longer such a swan song in this world is because our world is so big that there is always a substitute for the best memories of your life.

Yu Lei is like this, even though the dumpling-making time on the weekend of the third year of high school is really beautiful, but the dormitory feelings of the four years of college have finally diluted all this.

This is the difference between the past and the present, after the reunion of close friends who have been separated for several years or even decades, they can still talk and laugh, they still miss it after not seeing each other for a few months now, and they may not know how to talk when they meet after not seeing each other for several years.

Can you still remember the names of everyone in your class in your junior year of high school? Can you still remember the names, birthdays, hobbies, and oral fetishes of your college roommates?

The ancients had ten close friends who could remember ten people, no matter how time and space changed, when these ten people reunited, they still talked and laughed, and it didn't seem like they had parted.

There are dozens of people in today's best friends, but at the twilight of time, we may only remember less than ten people, even if we can keep in touch all the time, even if there is always the contact information of the other party lying in WeChat, but the communication in the year may only be left with the group messages of the New Year's holidays.

There are still many friends. It's good at this time, it's even better at that time.

Because there is still too much beauty ahead, because everyone has the time and experience to pursue more beauty, because we have more time to move forward than to pursue remembrance.

A close friend and a relationship of the year, need to be remembered from time to time, need to send a letter, wait for days, months, and then reply with anticipation, waiting again and again.

Now, however, every letter is too brief, and every paragraph is too quick to wait. I can't say whether it's good or bad, but the memories that can be left behind are more precious.

So Yu Lei stood in front of the door, and he could still vaguely remember the stories behind the door, and he could still vaguely recall those voices and smiles.

So Yu Lei was hesitating, and he guessed a little on the way to something, but he didn't know how to verify it.

"Let's go in and have a look. ”

When Yu Lei hesitated, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Turning his head, Tong Zhao, who had reached middle age in his memory, appeared behind him, with two mustaches above his lips, a goatee on his chin, gold-rimmed glasses, a dark top hat on his head, and a suit.

As for why Yu Lei, who crossed over at the age of twenty-five or sixteen in his memory, can have the image of a middle-aged Tong Zhao, and such a familiar and natural cognition, in the heart of "Yu Lei", there is already a little speculation.

"It's not a big deal, just watch it if you want. Tong Zhao said with a smile on his face.

Yu Lei did not reject Tong Zhao's smile, although there was a trace of complexity in his heart, it did not prevent him from detecting the fact that Tong Zhao was not malicious.

Stepping into the house, the environment inside is a little cluttered, after all, you can't expect a high school student who lives alone to have much time to clean his room.

A queen bed, a simple dining table, chest of drawers and TV, a simple induction cooker and sink, that's pretty much everything in a rental house.

There was a mess of manuscript paper scattered on the dining table, and Yu Lei walked over calmly and calmly looked at what was written on the paper.

[September 1st.]

School has started

Wearing a loose Chinese-style blue and white school uniform, Yu Lei stood at the gate of his alma mater "Siming Middle School", feeling "anxious" in his heart. 】

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[I, Yu Lei, won't say that I originally wanted to copy, but after being copied by you, there is nothing to copy.

Five years! Five years! You two bastards have spent five years copying almost everything you can!

What the hell am I going to copy? Have you considered the future generations? Do you understand what it means to be sustainable? Are you going to starve to death?

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[Thinking of this, Yu Lei held the longbow with his left hand and put the bowstring with his right hand, and then turned 720° with his left foot as the fulcrum, and then pulled the bowstring to condense the aura feather arrow during the rotation. Immediately afterward, I heard a "Hey!".

Yu Lei sat on the ground with his forehead covered, and Yu Lei seriously reflected on his mistakes when his head hit the pillar in this pretending to be a failure. 】

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[Maybe being in the dark forever will allow him to live the rest of his life in peace, relying on the spirit bow month by month and the so-called system, Yu Lei is definitely capable of living a wonderful and comfortable life.

"The more you know, the more dangerous it becomes. This is the definition of Yu Bing, and it is also Yu Lei's cognition at the moment.

He knew that what he was about to recall now would definitely push him into a dangerous abyss, and that might be the secret of the whole world.

Not only the world we live in now, but even the world before we traveled through time. 】

"So, I'm just a person in the book?" Yu Lei said with some self-deprecation.

"Nope. The middle-aged Tong Zhao shook his head, he walked to Yu Lei's side, and picked up a manuscript paper full of handwriting, and then the manuscript paper burned in Tong Zhao's hand.

When the entire manuscript paper burned into ashes, when these ashes were all gone, Yu Lei's eyes returned to the table, and there were two more pieces on the messy manuscript paper.

One is a piece of manuscript paper that has just been burned, and the handwriting on it is exactly the same as it was at the beginning.

As for the other manuscript paper, it reads: [······ The middle-aged Tong Zhao shook his head, he walked to Yu Lei's side, and picked up a manuscript paper full of handwriting, and then the manuscript paper burned in Tong Zhao's hand.

When the entire manuscript paper burned into ashes, when these ashes were all gone, Yu Lei's eyes returned to the table, and there were two more pieces on the messy manuscript paper.

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