Chapter 7: The Big Hand of Time
How much have you changed, the hand of time? Why doesn't Yu Yan know me, could it be that Yu Yan is a person from this time and space? I'm an outsider, right? The person sitting next to him should be me, who is it? Who messed up time and space? I was so indignant. Didi... The WeChat message on the mobile phone kept prompting, listening to the huge annoyance, simply turned off, covered the quilt and fell asleep, how much I hope it was a dream, how good it would be to wake up and everything should be back to the same.
People,If you can live a life with a pure heart and few desires,There should be no worries.,I have to face the reality when I wake up.,I turned on my phone.,Sure enough, it's all sent by Chenguang,"There's nothing wrong with liking you.,What age is this?,You don't want to" "If you don't like me,You can say it straightly" "I think we've gotten along well recently" Looking at this series of questions, suddenly my mind cleared.,I'm the one who wants to take the university entrance exam to change the world.,What's the point of this kind of unrelated youthful romance.,Besides. , Yu Yan has lived in my heart for so long, how can anyone replace him?
Thinking of this, I decisively sent a message to Chenguang: "In the future, we will only be classmates." ”
Chenguang didn't contact me again.,Similarly,The classmates in the class also began to alienate me inexplicably.,I think it's Chenguang who said a lot of bad things about me in front of them.,No matter what.,It's important to focus on learning in the future.。
It was raining outside, and looking at the raindrops outside the window, I suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.
A little drop of rain hit my face, every drop fell on my heart, I didn't have time to care about the rain getting heavier and heavier, I walked on the soft and glutinous wet rubber track, and I felt that I was the only one on the campus of Nuoda.
Unconsciously came to the persimmon tree, this dense branches and leaves protect themselves tightly, standing under the tree, even a drop of rain can not drop, I don't know why I see this persimmon tree that grows in my memory when I always have a kind feeling, as if I still live in my own time. The fruit seems to be about to ripen, some persimmons have been tingling with a faint yellow-green, it is estimated that it will not be long before the fruit will be ripe, sitting under the tree, looking up at the fruits, I remember the first time Yu Yan gave me the note was under this tree, the first time I was attracted to him was also under this tree, I don't know where he is now? Thinking about it, suddenly a fruit attracted my attention, the fruit seemed to have words written on it, I stood up, the dizziness caused by low blood sugar was a little unstable, for fear that I would hallucinate, rubbed my eyes, stared at it, yes, there are words, what to do, now it's a bit dangerous to climb the tree, it's equivalent to a little stop, I'm really afraid that the words on the fruit will disappear when it rains, so I've been staring at this fruit, I think if the fruit has a soul, it should be shy.
The rain was light, almost no more, I hurriedly climbed the tree, a little bit carefully picked the fruit, like a treasure carefully held it, when I saw the content of the words, a hot current surged into my heart, three words were written on it: Ye Xingyan, the handwriting is Yu Yan's.
I carefully looked at the other fruits, confirmed that there were no words, and stood under the tree for a long time holding this fruit, why is Yu Yan's handwriting on the persimmon, didn't Yu Yan, who had seen it at the sports meeting, not know me? What the hell is going on?
Stayed up until the weekend, finally had time to go out of school, I came to the district with a nervous mood, the school area in the district is a little smaller than our school, the playground is separated from the teaching building, separated by a big road, across the road, straight to the second year of high school class 9, today is Saturday, many students have gone home, only a few families live far away, just stay in school to review homework, a call, learned that their class Yu Yan is on the basketball court, I turned around and crossed the road, came to the basketball court, strange, there is no Yu Yan at all, When I met a male classmate who was playing ball, I asked casually, "Do you know Yu Yan?" Class 9 in the second year of high school? "Yu Yan? That's it" he said, I looked in the direction of his finger, puzzled, he added, "That's, it's shooting that" "Oh thank you" to thank you, little by little, looking at the boy who shot the basketball, strange and terrible! Who is he, he is Yu Yan, and I was wondering, a girl stood in front of me, glared at me and said, "Why are you again, why do you keep pestering my boyfriend!" said he didn't know you" The girl who said this was the girl who was with Yu Yan that day, "I..." I was embarrassed and weak and didn't know what to say for a while, at this time, Yu Yan said hello to the team and rushed towards us, seeing this unfamiliar face, I asked him "You are Yu Yan", "I'm sorry, beauty, I told you before, I don't know you, I think you should have recognized the wrong person" His words echoed in my ears, but the face was so unfamiliar, why did I see my Yu Yan in the last sports meeting, Now it's a strange face, am I really hallucinating?
"Excuse me..."
"Don't ask, I told you I don't know you, let's leave quickly, don't bother us!"
Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by the girl in front of me.
"Don't be angry, go, watch me play" Yu Yan comforted the girl, took her hand and walked away from me, looking at their departing backs, so matched, he is indeed not my Yu Yan, maybe it's just the same name, the Chamber of Commerce Games may be that I was in a trance and saw the wrong eye, everything was a misunderstanding.
I quietly put the persimmon that I was holding on my phone tightly into my bag, and it was the only thing I had on my mind. In fact, I came with persimmons to evoke Yu Yan's memories, holding this unrealistic fantasy, hoping that Yu Yan could remember me, and wanted to see if his handwriting was still the same him, but now it seems completely unnecessary, I paid it wrongly, and in the end it was all empty.