Wind speed Internet café, one hundred and eighty square meters, filled with the sound of keyboard and mouse crackling, from time to time a few words come out of me. Exercise. Internet addicts are immersed in the game world, and the "no smoking" posted on the wall is like an ornament.

There is also a huge display screen on the front counter, and the boy's short hair is faintly visible behind the display, and the right side of the head has been shaved twice by the barber, and the scalp is clearly visible, which is a bit cool and exciting. Just as cool as this hairstyle is the baggy black T-shirt on his body.

The arms are exposed from the clothes, and they are unique to the teenager.

And such a cool guy, playing the game console with a blank face - Super Mario.

"The game console is good!"

Just when Song Feng's last life was hanged by a man-eating flower, someone came in from outside and walked to the counter, and handed over a can of Coke very sensibly.

"Two hundred, take it." Song Feng threw the game console on the table and lazily took the canned Pepsi.

"Two hundred?" Chen Hui was stunned, picked up the game console and looked at it twice, a little disgusted, "The game console bought for one hundred and eighty yuan still has a power bank?" ”

The cold aluminum can that had just been taken out of the freezer seemed to be shy the moment it touched his warm fingertips and turned into water.

Song Feng hooked the pull ring with his index finger, pulled it at will, and opened the cap with one hand. The bubbles in the liquid filled the throat and burst one after another, leaving a cold sweetness behind—

Joyfully.

"Brother Feng, why are there no girls in the Internet café?" Chen Hui's head hurt when he saw these boys, and when he opened an Internet café, he thought that he could have a beautiful encounter with a beautiful girl.

Speaking of girls...... Song Feng glanced down the window, his eyes fell on the tattoo parlor on the corner of Willow Lane, and after a few seconds, he took it back and turned on the game console again.

In the ten days since he came back, he hadn't seen her coming.

"Why, why, why?" Chen Hui had many small question marks in his head.

"The mouth rests for a while, the weather is dry and dry, and it is easy to go off." Song Feng picked up the game console again and slumped back in his chair, revealing laziness all over his body.

The window was open, but the smell of smoke wafted from time to time, Song Feng suddenly felt a little empty in his mouth, he licked his lips and suppressed the impatience in his heart, opened the drawer and took a lollipop.

According to Chen Hui's frequency of grinding his mouth, he was very curious about whether his lips would get thinner day by day, and Song Feng wanted to take a ruler to measure it.

Chen Hui is wearing a printed T-shirt and big pants, and he looks very neat......

"Brother Feng, are you going to sing K at night? A store has just opened on West Street and is holding an event, singing for an hour and getting an hour for free, and popcorn is free. Chen Hui looked up from the screen.

Hearing him speak, Song Feng pressed the stopwatch on his mobile phone: "Four minutes and thirty-two seconds, not bad, there is progress." ”

"......" Chen Hui was stunned, and then put his legs down, ", you're idle all day......"

Halfway through his words, Chen Hui paused, and he didn't know what he remembered, and his expression suddenly became unnatural, in fact, it was quite strange for such an expression to appear on the face of a heartless person like him.

Song Feng's eyes still fell on the game console, and without even lifting his eyelids, Mario smoothly climbed down the chimney and entered the next level.

Glancing at him, Chen Hui changed the topic: "You have been out for two months and we haven't been there together, so I'll call the dog and them together in the evening." ”

Chen Hui is a man of action, and he began to shake people on WeChat after speaking.

On the other side, Mario is hit by a turtle and becomes smaller, but then accidentally jumps off the ladder......

gameover。

Song Feng put down the game console boredly, stretched his waist, and listened to Chen Hui arrange him clearly. He didn't have any thoughts about this kind of thing, it was the same everywhere, and it didn't make a difference what he did.

It's idle anyway.

Only the last bit of lollipop remains, and a sweet smell spreads in the mouth.

After a moment of frustration at the off-ended monitor in front of him, Song Feng looked out the window casually, his eyes swept over the tattoo parlor on the corner, and he was suddenly stunned......

A man and a woman stood under the willow tree, talking and laughing.

The eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the only expression on Song Feng's face that could express the ups and downs of emotions in the past few days appeared-

Very unpleasant.

"What to eat at night? How about eating directly at my store? My mom stewed pork ribs at noon. Chen Hui opened the takeaway and browsed the recipes of his restaurant, and after a long time, he didn't hear Boss Song respond, "The ribs are ......"

Just as he was about to ask again, Chen Hui raised his head and noticed Song Feng's expression, he was stunned, got up from the chair and looked out the window along his line of sight: "What's wrong?" ”

"They," Song Feng's gaze fell on the man and woman under the old willow tree, "when were they together?" ”

"That's when Yu Zhiyi came to get a tattoo, tsk, I didn't expect a good student to get a tattoo too."

"You said that there were so many girls who liked Yu Zhiyi in high school, and I didn't see who he liked, I originally liked this, but it was obviously very mismatched......"

In the past two months of watching the store for Song Feng, Chen Hui has seen it many times, so he has passed the initial shock. And in the spirit of not disturbing Boss Song's interest in touring the mountains and rivers, he was very sensible and did not mention Yu Zhiyi in front of him.

Chen Hui sat back in his chair and secretly glanced at Boss Song and didn't notice anything unusual.

Song Feng's legs folded casually, his gaze still stayed outside the window, staring at the man and woman expressionlessly.

In his ears was the sound of an Internet addict boy scolding, and suddenly a burst of smoke floated between his nose, as if he had come back to his senses, Song Feng's eyelids drooped, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, and after two seconds, he opened the drawer and took out a cigarette and a lighter.

The 173rd quit smoking, failed.

Nicotine and carbon monoxide seem to really paralyze the nerves, and it is a bit light to smoke after not touching it for a long time. Song Feng hadn't smoked for more than two months, and the smoke was curling upward, and he once again set his eyes on the old willow tree.

Shu Dong turned his back to him, unable to see his expression clearly...... Well, why did he know her name?

Song Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the black stud in his right ear flashed in the sun.

Because every time she comes to the Internet and turns on the computer to swipe her ID card, he will take a look.

Take it from her.

Place on the card reader.

Face recognition.

Give it back to her.

For Song Feng, Shu Dong was a person who occasionally looked out the window, a person leaning against an old willow tree smoking, and a person who occasionally looked up and could see a person playing games in the corner of the store.

Nothing special.

But Yu Zhiyi is different, that's a ...... Someone he was and wants to tear apart.

The cruelty that flashed on his face didn't seem to exist, and in the blink of an eye, he smiled carelessly.

When Chen Hui looked up, he saw Boss Song's bored expression, and the cigarette in his hand had been burned to the end, and the whole person was listless and lazy.

"Why smoke again?" Chen Hui wanted to snatch the cigarette from his hand, but it didn't seem to be necessary, and before Song Feng could speak, Chen Hui's phone rang.

"The butterfly with folded wings and dead leaves that can't find the flower will never see the withered ......"

"Hey Mom...... Good...... Okay, I'll go back now. ”

A very short phone call, not as long as a ringtone.

"I'll go first, my mom asked me to go back and help her settle the accounts, don't forget to eat together in the evening." Chen Hui picked up the electric car key and got up from the chair.

"Okay."

Back at the counter by the window, Song Feng inadvertently glanced outside, and there was no one under the old willow tree.

In the afternoon of early July, five or six o'clock was not so hot, and the sun hung leisurely in the sky. Song Feng collapsed in his chair again, in a daze. Half an hour later, he changed his position, but his back suddenly hurt.

He frowned and got up from his chair, lying like this all day, he was almost no longer as sharp as the street master.

The smell of smoke came one after another, there are not many people on Wednesday today, and the few who are sitting are also smoking in their hands, if there are many people on the weekend, Song Feng will not be so indulgent to them.

Without opening the drawer again, Song Feng took the game console downstairs.

The old city of Hecheng has a very slow pace of life, and the environment is still lively, there are no high-rise buildings that are overwhelming, and there are no landmark buildings, only a group of inconspicuous old-style residential buildings, among them, there is also an inconspicuous alley.

Willow Lane.

As with this declining old town, nothing special.

The alley is not wide, two cars can barely pass in parallel, and those with poor technology may have to press the curb. It's usually quite quiet, after all, young people who are a little capable have gone out to study and work.

At the end of the alley, there was a big willow tree, the branches were intricately coiled out of countless branches, the willow strands hung down, casting a large shade on the ground, the thick body of the tree was difficult for two people to hold, even in the rainy summer, some of the old bark was dry.

He was lush and stout, but he couldn't make people feel upright, after all, the body of the tree was already a little tilted. It's like an old man who has been bent over by the years, just standing quietly on the corner of the street, with the city, looking at the precipitated stories one by one.

On both sides of Willow Lane are three-storey buildings, wedding photography, barber shops, Shaxian snacks, bookstores, ...... There's everything. At the end of the alley, next to the old willow tree, there is an Internet café, on the third floor, and there is a tattoo parlor around the corner.

Song Feng didn't go far, just sat on the curb downstairs to play games, and the building opposite happened to block the sun, casting a shade.

Smoothly jump over the man-eating flowers, kick away the turtles, dodge the bugs, and jump on the floating ladder...... Finally, I jumped off the cliff.

Putting the game console next to him indifferently, Song Feng looked at the alley that no one had passed for a long time, he took out a paper towel and wiped off the upper of his shoes when he didn't know when.

Boss Song is a decent person, in the hot summer, in his own territory, he still wears a black T-shirt, black pants, and black board shoes.

Slender and full of strength.

He picked up the console again.

After the guests left, Shu Dong packed up his things, took a cigarette and walked to the old willow tree outside the door, leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette.

The black suspenders go well with summer, and the whitewashed jeans go well with summer. The long black hair that is parted in the middle is draped on the back, and the hair on both sides is also pinned behind the ears, and it is a very clean face.

With a cigarette in her hand, Shu Dong looked at the tattoo parlor in front of her, she had been here for four years from the age of fifteen to now.

Shu Dong lowered her head, looked at the slowly burning cigarette expressionlessly, and suddenly swept past the person sitting on the side of the road, she glanced lightly and saw who it was.

But just as she was about to look away, he suddenly looked over......

The two men looked at each other.

As if nothing had happened, Shu Dong still tilted his head as if nothing had happened.

It's just that the figure in the afterglow is getting closer and closer.

Song Feng put down the game console and walked slowly towards her, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

At a distance of more than ten meters, when Shu Dong calmed down, he was already in front of him.

With only half a meter left, Song Feng took another step forward, and suddenly there was only a tiny gap between the two of them.

The boy's unique breath lingered in his nose, Shu Dong frowned, leaned against the wall, and looked up at him coldly.

Song Feng didn't realize it, he smiled and lowered his head, his gaze playfully swept over her nose, cheeks, and ears, lingering in her eyes for a moment, and then moving to her lips......

Then, the hand lifted her chin and kissed it.

The lips were soft with a slightly cool touch, and Ren Shudong raised his eyes in astonishment no matter how indifferent he was, for a second, two seconds, three seconds......

The temperature of the cigarette butt between the fingers is getting hotter and hotter, as if it is about to burn your hands.

I don't know how long it took, he finally got up, and the initial palpitation in Shu Dong's eyes disappeared, as if nothing had happened calmly, only looking up at him fixedly.

"Are you comfortable?" Song Feng smiled and brushed her scattered strand of hair behind her ears.

Shu Dong suddenly smiled.

The smell of tobacco between her lips, she couldn't tell whose it was, she took a puff of cigarette, the misty smoke lingered between the two of them, Shu Dong raised his hand and put the scarlet cigarette butt against the black T-shirt on his chest.

There was a faint smell of burning in the air, and the smoke was extinguished.