Back home, Ling Lang's life hasn't changed much - reading, studying, and being in a daze.

The eldest sister Ling Hui is in her third year of junior high school this year and is about to start preparing for the high school entrance examination. The grades are average, not that the eldest sister is not smart enough, but that there are too many family matters, and she can't spend all her energy on studying.

Ling Shan, the third sister in the sixth grade, is also average in reading, and she is naughty, but she is already a little adult, and she can be regarded as an expert in housework, and she can already help reduce a lot of the burden on the eldest sister.

Among the five children, the third sister is the most unpopular with her family, not for anything else, just because she looks like her grandmother doesn't love her uncle and doesn't love her. Playing small face yellow muscles, even if the facial features are not delicate when I was a child, the bridge of the nose is still a little collapsed, and the hair is always messy, not to mention that there is no luster, it is difficult to say, just like a bundle of withered yellow grass, casually on the head.

In addition, unlike her older sisters, she is very poor in Chinese, she doesn't like to learn, and she doesn't like to read, but she is good at arithmetic, so since the fourth grade, some of her father's business accounts have been checked by her with an abacus. Her father's business is booming year by year, and she helps to settle the accounts, and her calculations are clearer than her mother's.

Ling Lang's two uncles followed his father to eat together, fight and do something, and when they reached the age of marriage, they were all borrowed by their father and handled it.

Over the years, my father has made a little money by going south and north, but he is the kind of person who is big-spending and uses as much as he wants, and from time to time he also sponsors relatives and friends or something. So, there's no savings.

His mother had told him about building a new house, although his father also had a heart, after all, the children were so old, and it was indeed not a matter for five children to be crammed into two rooms. But for a while, it really couldn't come up with enough money. I talked to my uncle and uncle a few times, but I didn't come up with a reason, so I put it aside.

On the fourth day after returning from my grandmother's house, the second uncle hurried over to inform my mother, saying that the third uncle was sick and quite serious, and asked my mother to go over and have a look when she had time.

The mother didn't say a word, gave a few words to the aunts, and then followed. The younger brother Ling Jie has started to study in the first grade, a rural baby, at such an age, he can help cook and feed chickens and ducks, and he doesn't need too much so-called care.

It's just that when my mother came home in the afternoon, she looked very heavy. I heard my mother say that the third uncle was so sick that he was emaciated, obscure, and his bones were broken. It worries her very much, she is so sick, and she doesn't have a caring person to take care of her, but how can she be good. However, the third uncle comforted her in turn, saying that he could still bear it, but he didn't finish a word, and he felt like he was about to lose his breath, and he didn't know if he could get by.

Looking at his mother's sighing and sad face, Ling Lang wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. I can't tell her that this is the sequelae left by the third uncle to help grandma Qixing continue her life.

I opened my mouth several times, but I didn't know how to express it. It just so happened that Ling Sheng, a dead friend, came to ask him to go to school, so he simply didn't bother.

The middle school is about a 30-minute walk from home. Ling Sheng's family is good, he has a permanent bicycle with parallel bars, and he will always take Ling Lang for a ride after school.

Ling Sheng was born like a real calf, a little fat. So basically he pedaled the bicycle, and Ling Lang was responsible for sitting in the back. Sometimes when I hit an uphill road, I will jump down and help push it.

For this reason, Ling Lang has said many times, saying that he can also take Ling Sheng. During this period of time, Ling Lang felt that his body was getting better day by day, and his strength was much stronger than before, and he was confident that he could carry his friends, but Ling Sheng always stretched out his arm and asked Ling Lang to compare with him, and then smiled honestly, maybe once.

The wind and rain came, the wind and rain went, almost two years, Ling Lang didn't say thank you, and Ling Sheng never mentioned it.

The time of junior high school is a time when a person begins to form a sense of self, and it is also an important time for the transition from a child to an adult.

In the afternoon of this day, because the English teacher added classes to everyone, it seemed that the time to go back was not very sufficient, so the two friends borrowed the lunch boxes of other students in the school canteen, bought a few buns casually, and filled a bowl of white porridge, and dealt with the pickles and radishes brought by the students from home.

After eating, Ling Sheng and a group of classmates went to the playground to play basketball, and Ling Lang chose to stay in the classroom to read, as a top student in the grade, his shoulders were full of expectations of his family and teachers, coupled with his always competitive spirit, so that he still did not dare to relax in this aspect of learning.

While he was reviewing with a boring political book, the classroom door was pushed open. Hearing the sound, Ling Lang looked up and saw that the person who came in was Luo Qionglan who was sitting in front.

Pushing open the door, a sunset afterglow also followed, behind Luo Qionglan, it seemed to put on a xia robe for her, maybe she had just washed her hair, Luo Qionglan's hair was not dried, and the afterglow shone on the long hair of the shawl, which was indescribably beautiful, and it could even be exaggerated to say that there was a suffocating holiness.

Seeing someone in the classroom, Luo Qionglan was stunned for a moment, and when she saw that it was Ling Lang, she smiled slightly, the pair of narrow Danfeng eyes, long eyelashes hung in the breath of youth, like summer flowers. Luo Qionglan didn't speak, sat straight to her place, took out the book, and read it seriously.

Luo Qionglan sat in front of Ling Lang diagonally, so from such an angle, Ling Lang could see her beautiful side. The setting sun shines through the glass window, and the yellowish light shines on Luo Qionglan's beautiful melon seed face, and the reddish face, as well as the baby-like delicate fluff, becomes transparent like a flash.

"Bang", Ling Lang felt as if his heart had been touched by something. Then the whole person's mind was not put on the book. He looked at the scenery in front of him with a little obsession, what was it, in his heart that had been silent for more than ten years, sprouted at this moment.

Except for the sound of turning pages, the classroom is quiet and serene, making people wish that time could stand still at this moment.

"Yo, why is it just the two of you here, you can't be dating, right? A burst of laughter like silver bells broke the peace of the classroom.

Ling Lang came back to his senses at this time, and when he looked up, he saw a face as white as jade, like a full moon, black eyes, sparkling, and a sly smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Dead girl, don't talk nonsense, chew the root of your tongue again, and see how I fix you. Luo Qionglan raised her little fist, looking like a vicious little girl.

"Okay, Qionglan, I know, you and our Ling Dacai are discussing their homework, right? Wow, you're so diligent, it's terrible, I can't throw it away. "This girl, who also wears long hair and has big eyes, has a completely unfamiliar personality at the same table with her, one is active, the other is quiet. Usually, as long as there is something I don't understand in my studies, I will always pester Ling Lang for advice. I didn't look at Ling Lang's face at all. It was different from Luo Qionglan's words to Ling Lang. It can be regarded as an admirer of Ling Lang.

And Ling Lang, who rejects people thousands of miles away on weekdays, is the only one who has no way to take this girl, in the class, Cheng Chunli is the only classmate who has accepted the guidance of him as a study committee.

Cheng Chunli also walked to her place and sat down, but before she saw a few pages of the book, she couldn't help but turn her head and asked Ling Lang softly, "How is it, our Qionglan, beautiful." Study committee, you may not know Oh, the love letters we received in Qionglan in half a semester add up to the thickness of a Xinhua dictionary. You've got to work harder. Uh-huh. ”

"Chun-Li, you still said, see how I fix you today. Luo Qionglan next to her, she was also a little absent-minded when she looked at the book, although Cheng Chunli spoke softly, but she still heard it, and for a while, I saw that she even blushed her neck. That delicate and angry appearance makes people feel pity.

"Don't, don't, Sister Qionglan, don't squeak people, I'm afraid of itching, itching. "This girl who is not afraid of heaven and earth, but she is most afraid of people scratching her itchy flesh, and she was tickled by the same table for a while.

Watching the two girls fighting, Ling Lang couldn't help but be stunned again, his teeth opened lightly, and he exhaled like an orchid. Maybe it's because I've read too many romance novels, and Ling Lang has an understanding beyond ordinary people on this.

The scene in front of him made him finally realize why Jia Baoyu would say that men are made of mud, while women are flesh and bones made of water. It is finally clear why Lin Daiyu always calls Jia Baoyu a "nerd", at least at this moment, he feels that the whole up and down is a complete nerd.

As more and more of their classmates entered the classroom, the two girls stopped fighting, or maybe they reached some kind of truce.

And when Ling Sheng, covered with sweat and sourness, sat beside him, Ling Lang said to Jia Baoyu, "I don't want to be unlucky, and the Qiong Boudoir Embroidery Pavilion is also dyed with this wind, it really has the virtue of Zhong Lingyuxiu in heaven and earth." "I think it's even more so.

The time of middle school is always like a white horse, in the intense study, in a flash.

Cheng Chunli was still like a little tail, catching Ling Lang and asking questions, Luo Qionglan still just saw Ling Da and smiled, but they met more and more times in the afternoon classroom.

Ling Sheng still went to school to carry his best friend, and still went to the basketball court when he was free, swaying the frivolity and sweat of youth, and still sat next to Ling Lang with sweat, disapproving, his ball skills did not improve much, but his height was growing wildly.

It wasn't until the time of the high school entrance examination that Cheng Chunli was warned by the teaching director and asked her not to disturb Ling Lang's study too much, and when Cheng Chunli wrinkled her nose and told Ling Lang about it, God knows how unhappy she was in her heart. It's just that it's still inevitable that there are a lot of problems and contacts. Even Luo Qionglan and Ling Lang's "solitude" has also decreased.

When graduation was approaching, everyone left a message in the notebook, the feelings of young people are sincere, how many classmates are crying at this moment, Ling Lang is not exempt from vulgarity, and he is infected and depressed.

Cheng Chunli wrote to Ling Lang, "Come on, Ling Dacai, you want to continue to play your majesty to the county seat." Luo Qionglan wrote, "I hope you are like an eagle, in your studies, in life, you can spread your wings and soar, of course, you can smile more, it will be better." ”

Ling Lang replied to Cheng Chunli, "Come on, Cheng Chunli, we will always be good classmates." And wrote back to Luo Qionglan, "I hope you will always be like now, a woman with flowers, exhaling like an orchid, and having a noble temperament." ”

When the notebook was handed back to them, Cheng Chunli waved her small fist at Ling Lang, while Luo Qionglan looked down, but Ling Lang could still feel that she was smiling.

Should I also write a letter to her, Ling Lang hesitated. However, this idea was canceled after the graduation mountain climb.

The head teacher organized everyone to have the last class group activity - to climb the second highest peak in the local Ah Po bun. There is a big hurdle in the middle of the mountain, and the two girls can't climb it. When Cheng Chunli stretched out her hand to ask Ling Lang in front of her to pull her, Ling Lang hesitated, and finally picked up a branch next to her, let the two girls catch one and pull them up.

Later, when the four of them took a group photo, Luo Qionglan and Ling Lang stood in the middle, Cheng Chunli and Ling Sheng stood on both sides, and the photo was washed out later, but it was only a gap in the middle, and it was completely able to stand up to a fat man.

Looking at the photo, Ling Lang knew that there was no need to write the letter, and the teachings since childhood were like a heavy shackle, so that he and she did not dare to take a step out of this thunder pool. Luo Qionglan may just appreciate him, and she doesn't have too much love between men and women. In addition to admiring her beautiful face and the likes she brings, there don't seem to be too many nostalgic moments between them. There are only a handful of conversations, and I don't dare to hold hands, and I can't get together when I take a photo.

So, he put pen to paper several times and wanted to write a confession letter, but what did he write? His first love? just before it could happen, it was annihilated.

Ling Lang was admitted to the county key high school as he wished, Ling Sheng went to the forestry college, and Cheng Chunli went to Guangdong with her father, who worked in the shipping unit, and attended a local technical school. And Luo Qionglan went to the health school in the next city, saying that she was going to be an angel in white.

Angels in white, angels have actually come. It's just a passing eye.

In the blink of an eye, four people, south and north, each divided into east and west.

And the blind third uncle finally failed to survive this year. When Ling Lang was in full swing preparing for the high school entrance examination, he died.