On the weekend, the teenager soaked himself in the library again.

He always believed in what his father said: "You can be poor, but you can't be ignorant." Reading can change fate, this is the obsession that his father insisted on, and his generation inevitably took it as a family motto.

Of course, reading books is not only the wish of the parents, but also the hearts of young people, who also have an almost obsessive liking. He was happy to go and negotiate with Don Quixote about the beliefs of knights, absurd or not. Occasionally, he would read ancient classics and travel through time and space to talk to China's great philosophers and sages.

His name is Qiuhua, a simple sophomore who always believes in many dick silk counterattacks and chicken soup stories, and being able to successfully pass the college entrance examination is his only purpose now. This is Qiu Hua, whose trajectory has slowly taken shape, birth, study, work, marriage, death.

There is a café next to the library, where there are hard-working waiters, and there are also rich second generations who talk about the past and lament that it is difficult to find true love in the world. Sometimes, he would inexplicably want to stop and go to that café, or Internet café, or bar, and spend the whole day lavishly in the name of freedom.

However, he knew that human life has a length, and if you don't do it today, there will be a new pile tomorrow, and it is not the straw that crushes the camel, but the weight of life that has not been placed before. He also knows that people will die, and he doesn't care about the length of life, he just wants to tell himself to live seriously.

The boy gently closed a book, and the clock hanging on the wall told him that he had a meaningful day.

Through the glass window, he could see that the vast sky was curtained, and the pedestrians in the street were hurrying as if they were hiding from a catastrophe. I met a friend I hadn't seen for many years, and I didn't care about greetings, and I nodded and walked away with a few words of greeting.

In a few moments, thousands of troops and horses came rushing to thunder, roaring and roaring. People rushed to flee, and a fat man with a full face was hit in the head and scolded: "Phew! It's bad luck. ”

Qiuhua walked in the wind and rain with an umbrella, he likes rain, it rained on the day of his father's funeral, he was very glad that others could not see his tears. He had to be strong, because from then on his mother was the only one he could rely on.

On the street, there was a girl who hid in the bus stop in time, but she was inevitably attacked by the rain. The sycamores, not far from the bus stop, have passed their flowering period, and their bare branches have been knocked down. The girl frowned slightly, complaining that the rain was coming too quickly. She touched the bento in her hand, and there was a slight warmth in her hand.

After a while, the girl secretly made a decision. As soon as she stepped out of the bus stop, she was greeted by wind and rain, and when she looked up, the person in front of her seemed to have never seen it. He asked, "Hello, you're from our school, can I give you a ride?" ”

The teenager looked at the girl's school uniform and asked uncertainly. The girl said in a mosquito-like voice, "No, no. Then, with a flick of his hand, he fled as if flying. Qiu Hua looked at the girl's distant back blankly, and then smiled bitterly: "What a strange person." ”

Qiuhua is at an intersection, waiting for the signal light show. He suddenly saw two people walking out of the café in the distance, the boy was tall and handsome, and the girl was pure and beautiful, like a pair of real beautiful people.

Somehow, Qiuhua hurriedly ran into another street, he used almost all his strength, and when he looked back, he didn't see the two of them anymore, and then he gasped for breath, as if he had done something bad. At that intersection, a little girl witnessed the whole process, pulled her mother's hand, and when her mother leaned down, she said timidly: "Mom, that brother is so strange, how old he is, and he plays hide and seek."

After a while, Qiu Hua walked out of the street, and his face was a little tired. This is not the first time, Qiuhua has asked herself countless times: Why cowardice? He didn't know, and there was no one to answer.

Guangmo City is a small southern city, and the night in September does not see much coolness.

"From now on, three thousand feet of hair shall be abandoned, and a thousand shall be measured for her, and a thousand shall be dressed for her; From now on, the soul will take out 11 grams, and accompany her to bloom like a lotus, and accompany her to scatter fireworks; From now on, the smile doubled, half staring, half syrup. This is the first time he has written a poem for her, and he will never forget her happy appearance at that time, and he will never forget her affectionate eyes.

"Are you still a stranger after all?" The boy muttered.

Maybe it's the hot weather, maybe it's the hard work in the chest, and the wind blows on the balcony for an hour, but I still don't feel much sleep. Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.

Because he didn't sleep well last night and survived the first class, Qiuhua was really a little unbearable, so he simply fell asleep on the table while the second class had not yet started. In a daze, he seemed to hear someone shouting at him, and the boy thought that he was too tired, so he didn't answer.

But after gradually realizing that this was true, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that the eyes of the whole class were already on him, and there was a very good-looking girl standing next to him, and her face was full of grievances.

Qiu Hua wondered in her heart: How could it be her! "Qiuhua, why are you still stunned, don't let Jingru go in." If it weren't for the head teacher's reprimand, Qiuhua would probably have to find Zhou Gong again. He leaned over a little numbly, and she sat in. There are thirty-nine people in the class, Qiuhua is the one who is alone, and finally came to the same table, but he is also a stuffy oil bottle.

Also, he still didn't understand why she was so strange that day, Qiuhua only thought that she had a strange personality, and she was a little more distant from this beautiful tablemate. The two were speechless all morning, and when the bell rang for the end of school, Qiuhua seemed to grasp the life-saving straw and left the classroom as if flying.

Back in the dormitory, Mao Xian, the second child in the dormitory, suddenly smiled obscenely, and then said: "Fourth, is the school flower good-looking?" "What?" Qiu Hua was a little puzzled by his sudden question. "Pretend, don't worry, I won't rob you, and I guess you won't be able to get into her eyes." Mao Xian had an expression that I knew everything.

Zhao Wu interrupted: "Second brother, it's not right for you to say that. The fourth child is not bad, he can write poems and lyrics, and his grades are also in the top 30 of his grade, and I don't know how many girls in high school like this kind of talent. ”

"No, Brother Wu, Mao Xian, what are you talking about" Qiu Hua heard in a fog. Chen Zi, the third child in the dormitory, saw that they were not on the same channel when they chatted, and hurriedly explained: "Fourth, there is a transfer student in your class today, right?" This girl is a national treasure beauty in the previous science class, and she is your new tablemate. ”

After explaining, all three of them were preparing to see Qiuhua's excited performance. Unexpectedly, Qiu Hua said lightly: "Oh, she, it's okay, she's just a stuffy oil bottle, bored to death." ”

As soon as the words fell, I only heard Mao Xianyi say righteously: "My God, it's annoying." Such a beauty, even turn a blind eye to it, come on, take our heavenly painting halberd" Chen Zirate listened and said: "Dedication, don't panic, this guy has no feeling for female animals now, and let him go west." ”

After living together for a year, Qiuhua certainly knows the way to deal with them singing big dramas, and that is to sleep.

Qiuhua had a dream, there were a lot of scenes he had been to with her in the dream, and finally the picture stayed on a bridge, he was holding her to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the distant mountains, there was an old man holding a boat under the bridge, when Qiuhua looked over, Lao Suo's face was Tian Jingru, I saw her look over aggrievedly, and suddenly cried, tears filled the river, drowning all the scenes......