I always like to watch the tail of a shooting star.

I always love to look for you in the crowd.

I found that I was afraid to see you, and I was disappointed in the end when I couldn't find you.

I hope to see you, and I hope you can come back to my life like the photocopy of my heart.

—Epigraph

No one knows why there was that torrential rain, which was so dripping that it was unprepared, so that the love between Zhou Wen and Yang Caijie was completely broken like a "boom" of the strings.

It is difficult to reassemble with one knife and two cuts.

"If you die by yourself, you're going to kneel and go!"

This is Cai Jie's almost roaring at Zhou Wen on the other end of the phone through the rumbling radio waves. Zhou Wen didn't say anything, just looked at the dizzying illusion of the white ceiling under the fluorescent lamp, even though the wind and rain outside the window almost destroyed the whole world. Maybe that's the end of Zhou Wen's love.

"Well, yes, why not?"

Zhou Wen laughed helplessly, maybe crazy.

Yang Caijie hung up the phone inadvertently, and Zhou Wen fainted unconsciously, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the call had already ended. The gray light of the night struggled to survive through the cracks in the wind and rain, and the outside of the house looked like a hideous devil with his teeth and claws, as if ready to break down the door at any moment.

"It's a cold night, but I'm the only one."

In this short period of disillusionment, Zhou Wen has experienced the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of a person for almost a lifetime.

Yesterday and Cai Jie affection for you and me, in the campus before the moon and the moon Qing I me, in the surging traffic of the night whistling the loudest voice of youth, I didn't expect a blink of an eye on the one side, the heart is getting farther and farther away from then on the lonely sandbar cold love, straight to death on the beach, straight to the cold death in the sea, never see the light of day.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and fell to his ears, and then they were cut off by his hair, wet in Zhou Wen's slightly naturally curly hair, like a starlight that disappeared in the universe, fleeting, and could not be found.

On the one hand, it is the uncle's dream of a lifetime, from a young childhood to a young man, and then to the eighteen-year-old who is about to break the blockade; On the other hand, it is the first time that it has never been seen before, a clear and chaotic first love, who has been brainwashed by Tang poetry and Song Ci, Four Books and Five Classics, and Wild History Classics, and the boudoir loyalty, can give up all the views of love for love.

This is Zhou Wen's troubles, and he is also an accomplice in the murder of Zhou Wen's love.

That night, Zhou Wen knelt in the rain, letting the rain whipped Zhou Wen's hair with a hoarse throat, Zhou Wen's eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and even heart, Zhou Wen's heart seemed to be raining, and the rain was entangled into a thorny net, netting Zhou Wen's entire scarlet bleeding heart, unable to escape.

"Caijie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't really know how to tell you about my troubles, but I really can't love you anymore! I really can't love you anymore! Zhou Wen cried bitterly in the rain, like a lone wolf covered in blood who had lost a child in the desert, and let out the most tragic wail, and in that cold night, it melted into the stopped rainwater, and the sludge, and whimpered into the rainwater riser.

The next day, Zhou Wen got up as usual, dressed, and folded the quilt...... There is not a single trace of anomaly. It's just that his suddenly dull gaze seems to be ten years old.

"Oops! There are hooligans!! A girl screamed in front of the crowded commissary.

So the onlookers who ate melons mercilessly formed a circle to carefully watch the causes and consequences of this incident:

I saw Zhou Wen expressionlessly holding a pack of "Haoliyou" that Yang Nantuo bought him, and the other hand stretched out in front as if to say hello, but he was dead against the chest of a girl wearing a yellow short skirt, the girl wanted to take the initiative to let the "pervert" in front of him take back his hand, but I saw Zhou Wen's eyes dull and motionless looking at the playground in front of him, the girl's face was red in a hurry, and when a bowl of small white rice porridge was almost cooked, the girl's boyfriend suddenly came out of the crowd and kicked Zhou Wen to the ground. Then there was a mess of kicking in the past, Zhou Wen didn't know why he was like a living dead, just motionless and not crying or making trouble to let others kick, let others fight, his world seemed to be a quiet and peaceful serenade, and the outside world had nothing to do with him.

At this time, I don't know which cute junior high school student in the crowd reminded: "Will the senior have a stroke?" You see that he is motionless, he will not die now, right? After saying that, the crowd that had just exploded the pot suddenly fell silent, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

The girl in yellow immediately leaned down and probed Zhou Wen's breathing, but she didn't get close to a centimeter and shouted, "Oops! What to do, what to do? He...... He's not breathing!! After saying that, the girl in yellow jumped and hugged his boyfriend tightly, and his boyfriend's face was also pale, and the feces and urine in the urethra and anus were retained, and he was almost incontinent.

Zhou Wen, who had a blue nose and swollen face, was lying at the entrance of the commissary, his eyes were still looking through the densely packed crowd, looking at the plastic playground in front of him between his shadowy legs, Cai Jie, who was sitting under the small leaf banyan and shining in the sun.

Zhou Wen was already in the school hospital when he woke up, and when he woke up, the little girl in yellow and her boyfriend seemed to have seen a savior, touching Zhou Wen's hand as if they were touching a jewel, "Do you hurt here?" What about here? Come, you touch it too! The girl called his boyfriend and began to touch Zhou Wen's whole body, because Zhou Wen couldn't move in a plaster, so Zhou Wen looked at the weird picture in front of him with a shocked look, a couple touched Zhou Wen's whole body, and even Zhou Wen's little Zhou Wen's place where she was responsible for breeding also let her boyfriend touch it, and it was reasonable to say that she was worried that she would have to let the boyfriend of the girl in yellow help if she had no heirs in the future.

So Zhou Wen unknowingly had two more friends in her life, Yang Ziwen and her boyfriend Weber.

The more friends you don't know, the more precious they are, because you often don't know that sometimes this kind of accidental acquaintance can become a lifelong friend.

"Zhou Wen, you see that you and I both have an article in our names, which means that we are both cultured people, and then look at Weber's name, it is obviously an old man! Let's despise and dislike him together! After Yang Ziwen finished speaking, he threw away Weber's hand, hugged Zhou Wen's shoulders with both hands in disgust, and looked at Weber with straight eyes. Weber let go of his hands in embarrassment, and looked at Zhou Wen with bright eyes, as if to say, "Brother Zhou, hurry up and help!" Brother, look at me if I don't go back and clean up this loser! Then Webb coughed and laughed dryly, as if trying to hide the distress gland he had just given.

"Actually, you see how cultured our Webb brothers' names are, whether they are "Weibo" or "Wb", they are all touched by culture! Zhou Wen laughed, and instantly threw a smug look at Weber, and Weber also smiled with satisfaction.

"Oh, that's right, it seems...... Or is it our husband...... Yes...... Culture! After speaking, he held Zhou Wen's ear with one hand and Webber's ear with the other, and walked forward desperately, and Zhou Wen and Webb in pain shouted to their mother with tears in their eyes.

"You two dead friends, work together to deceive our little girl! How can you escape the eyes of this woman by making some small moves, and see if you two are not cleaned up today! After speaking, Yang Ziwen unscrupulously pulled the ears of the "disobedient little fart child" like a little pepper, and as an authentic hot girl Chongqing woman, hysterically taught two "rake ears" as authentic Chongqing people.

However, most of the time in Zhou Wen's world, he is still struggling with the love that is about to leave.

That love that he didn't know from, the fate that others didn't know how to break, and he didn't know how to break the fate.

But the fate that was broken like this.

That senior year of high school, immersed in abrupt and unusually confused sadness, dreams and love were like two corpses with their backs to each other, embracing each other and stepping into the mound built by Zhou Wen himself.

Cowards are afraid of everything, they get hurt when they touch cotton, and they are afraid of happiness.

In the third year of high school that year, Zhou Wen went home once and took a week off, and there was still a month before the college entrance examination, to be exact, when it was 30 days, one hour and 56 minutes, Zhou Wen walked into the car home. Only the head teacher and roommates knew about his departure, but no one knew the reason for his departure.

The unique smell of gasoline on the bus and the familiar farewell scene Zhou Wen could no longer bear it, so he pretended to be slightly defensive and was pulled into the car "reluctantly" by a black car driver.

"How much does it cost?" Zhou Wen's face was full of reluctance, and he looked at the black car driver like an ancestor.

“50。” The black car driver had a big smile on his face.

"Forget it, I'm going to take the bus!" Zhou Wen made a gesture to leave.

"That's that, that's 45!" The driver was anxious for fear that the duck in his beak would fly.

"It's still too expensive, I'd better go on a bus." Zhou Wen had a cheap expression on his face, as if he was leaving.

“40！ Absolutely nothing less. The black car driver looked at Zhou Wen with tears in his eyes like a little man who "lost his wife and broke his soldiers".

"Okay!" Zhou Wen seemed to be a little bit of a cheap black car driver, and pursed his lips and got into the car. In fact, I have already opened a big red flower in my heart.

In the cramped van, Zhou Wen and a few strangers went home at such a special moment, the home that could always comfort him when he was sad, and gave him the strength to resurrect countless times, which may be the reason for Zhou Wen to go home, but this can only be regarded as an excuse for comfort at best.

In that blazing summer, the wind and the sun are shining, like a paradise in a fairy tale. But on Zhou Wen's heart full of scars, it was just the coldness given by the whole winter.

Zhou Wen thought of a story in the love process of one of his cousins, his cousin was a strict self-disciplined person, but when he went to college, he accidentally met a girl he liked, and both parties thought that the other was excellent, so they got together. His cousin still clings to his traditional love like a defender, and even tells the girl that if he has any excessive contact with her, he must let her take out his gongtu knife, and watch out for him to make further moves like a pervert. But he never thought that the power of love was enough to destroy all a person's sanity, and just when his cousin wanted to hold hands, the girl took the initiative to hold his hand, leaving him with a capital letter of bewilderment and embarrassment and nowhere to hide. Then when he tried to hug the girl several times, he never thought that the girl took the initiative to hug him, but he was still stunned like a frightened child.

Zhou Wen didn't understand why his cousin was so stubborn and stubborn, the love he believed in should be bright and free, and the kind of love between the two people, who would have wanted to really practice it himself, only to find out how much of a lie he had made up for himself at the beginning.

If love is not good, it becomes hatred.

This is a truth that Zhou Wen discovered with even more difficulty than the truth of the universe.

Zhou Wen needs a ritual for him to bury his love with his own hands.

It's all gone.

Thoroughly.

And he was now on his way to the ceremony.