The sun had already set, and the green hills in the distance were red, and the air smelled of burnt concrete, and a cool breeze blew, bringing a burst of coolness to the scorching heat.

Now that class has ended, the students are going home one after another, and some dormitory students carry buckets to get hot water from the water room next to the cafeteria. During this period, I also met Shen Yan, and the two of us also glanced at each other, she poked me up, and then left without looking back, still looking high, and I didn't know where to find confidence.

I shoveled the leaves into the trash bin and looked up at the cleaning area, and when a gust of wind blew, the leaves fell again, and I looked at the fallen leaves with some helplessness, and my mind was full of the phrase I had read in the morning, "There will be no end to the children and grandchildren"

Retribution, I'm just going to waste three years on this time of sweeping the floor?

While I was complaining, a familiar figure came in the distance, I stopped my movements, and said, "Hello Mr. Zeng." ”

Teacher Zeng nodded, followed my gaze at the cleaning area, and asked, "No one helped you sweep?" ”

"Ah, no, no." I replied.

Teacher Zeng nodded thoughtfully, walked a few steps, and looked back at me again, with a faint pity in his eyes

"The cleaning area is a bit big, you just need to sweep it."

I nodded.

Teacher Zeng's pitiful eyes just now, right? Am I that miserable? She's probably going to think I'm not popular again.

But also, my popularity is indeed a bit poor now, although Lan Huan and Shi Yuanyao are willing to help me, but I still don't want to.

Lan Huan and I, Shi Yuanyao haven't seen each other for a long, long time, so long that they have become strange from the familiar, so long that they only have a vague shadow left in my mind before I die.

And getting along with unfamiliar people in a space is really tiring, and you have to rack your brains to search for topics. So that getting along with each other will not be so awkward. It's a really tiring process.

"Lu Ji? You haven't finished sweeping yet? "I turned around and saw Huang Zhichuan pushing his bicycle towards the school gate.

He should have played a hearty ball game, his clothes were soaked, the bangs on his forehead were wet, and his chin was wrapped with gauze, sometimes he really didn't understand the boys' fanatical love for basketball, obviously they were all injured, and they were still playing, and they were not afraid of wound infection.

"Not yet, it's almost over.

He smiled, his white teeth contrasting with his dark skin, "Do you want me to sweep it for you, two of you hurry up." ”

This is probably polite between classmates?

"No, no, it's almost over, you can go back first."

He nodded, looked behind me, and stopped talking before he said, "That'...... Okay, I'll go first. ”

"Okay."

Looking at the back of Huang Zhiwei leaving, I breathed a sigh of relief. The cool summer breeze is blowing again, and the fallen leaves are falling again.

"Alas...... It's really endless. ”

"Girl, haven't you finished sweeping yet?"

In the security booth, an old man in a security uniform poked his head out.

"Huh? Not yet, are you going to close the school gates? "I looked at the school gate in the distance, and although there were fewer people, there were still people coming in and out.

"No, it's still early." The old man took out a broom from the security room: "Come on, come on, I'll help you sweep some." ”

"Uncle, no, no, I'll finish sweeping" I hurriedly refused, what's going on these days, I'm lucky, why do so many people want to help me?

Uncle doesn't care about me. Walk up to me and get to work.

"Girl, what did you do, were you punished by the teacher to sweep the floor, you have been sweeping the floor alone these days." The uncle's hair was half white, and as he spoke, the movements of his hands did not stop.

I smiled and said, "I got into a fight, and I was punished by the teacher for sweeping the floor." ”

"You're a girl who fights, it's good enough." The uncle picked up the dustpan and shoveled the fallen leaves into the trash can, "But ah, it's good for girls to be powerful, and they won't be bullied when they go out in the future." ”

I smiled and looked at the uncle. There was a burst of sourness in my heart, perhaps more moved.

I rarely felt the love of my father's generation, and my grandfather and grandfather died young, and before I could establish a relationship with them, they left in a hurry. And my father, like thousands of fathers in China, is not good at expressing himself, and he is even a little fierce in my memory.

He has never praised me in front of my eyes, but he has always been faulty since I was a child. He always said that I look at other people's children who know how to play the piano, you don't know anything, you have nothing to do to play ball, go to sports, stay at home every day, what's the use of studying better.

But I didn't have the qualifications to touch the piano since I was a child, and as for playing ball, I was nervous to even talk in front of everyone at that time, let alone play ball, which was a big scene of dozens of onlookers.

Later, my father talked a lot, and I thought that in my father's eyes, I was probably just a nerd who could only read.

It wasn't until later that I learned from my mother that he had praised me and was proud of me, and I knew that he loved me, but I could no longer be like other girls, spoiled my father, and got along with my father very intimately, which was probably a pity.

"Thank you, uncle." I looked at my uncle and smiled.

The uncle waved his hand, "It's okay, let's finish sweeping quickly, and you can go home early." ”

I nodded.

"Uncle, do you still have a broom?" When I turned around, it was Huang Zhiwei, who was panting behind me holding his bicycle.

"You're not going back?" I asked.

Huang Zhiwei smiled shyly and scratched his head, "I'll come over and help you sweep, after all, you can be regarded as a bumpy road, and it's nothing for me to help you sweep the floor with a boy." ”

"Yo, it's you kid, this girl is your classmate? Come on, come on, help us sweep together, I'll pretend I don't know you were late yesterday. ”

Huang Zhiwei took out a broom from the security room, and looked puzzled, "Uncle, when was I late yesterday?" ”

"Don't pretend to be you, kid, you were the one who ran away yesterday, right? I know you when you turn to ashes. ”

"Fuck, uncle, are you so familiar with me?" Huang Zhiwei also walked to the uncle's side, and the two chatted, but I couldn't even insert a sentence.

"Can you be unfamiliar? It's not a few of you who are late, your bike is the same as a four-wheeled car, and it doesn't arrive at the pinch one day. ”

"Then uncle, don't remember it, if our class is deducted points, and we can't get the mobile red flag next week, our old class will criticize me again." Huang Zhiwei touched the uncle with his elbow, and his tone was a little coquettish.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, no one knows you except me."

"Huh? What do you mean? Huang Zhiwei looked inexplicable.

"You don't know? You're on fire in our faculty and staff. ”

"On fire?"

"You can't blame me, your dean happened to come over yesterday morning to check the monitoring of your tardiness, and I saw the video of you being late."

The uncle took out his mobile phone and beckoned to me, "Come on, come on, girl, come and have a look, otherwise you don't know how powerful your classmates are." ”

I stepped forward and saw that the uncle clicked on QQ and opened the group chat.

"Yo, uncle, can't you see that you're quite advanced, and you still play QQ?" Huang Zhi teased.

The uncle swiped the chat record upward, didn't raise his head, and slapped Huang Zhiwei on the back and said, "Don't be poor, you kid." ”

As he was talking, the uncle clicked on the video.

In the video, the time has reached 7:20, and it is time to remember being late, and there are several students standing at the school gate, standing outside the security guard to remember being late, and suddenly the camera seems to flash a black shadow.

It's not my hallucination, is it?

The video started playing again, and I stared at the screen carefully to make sure that there was a black shadow flashing through the screen, and it was only two seconds before the whole thing appeared in the camera.

Uncle clicked on a screenshot after the video again, in the screenshot, the running figure was blurry, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, leaving only the afterimage of him running on the camera, which was in stark contrast to the clear figure of the classmate next to him who was remembering that he was late.

It turns out that the special effects used to represent light skills in martial arts dramas really exist in reality!

"My God, Huang Zhiwei, you practice light skills and float on the water, right? The surveillance can't even capture your face. I sighed.

"No, uncle, I've worked so hard, you still want to remember that I'm late?"

"Didn't I say it, I won't expose you if you help the girl sweep the floor."

"Help, help, I can help without this, okay?"

Huang Zhiwei picked up the broom and brushed the ground with the posture of sweeping the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, quite a bit of a posture of running without a shadow when he was late.

He turned his head again, "Uncle, we are all acquainted, so you will turn a blind eye when I am late in the future?" ”

The uncle didn't raise his head, "You think beautifully." ”

Four words simply rejected him.

I looked down and smiled and looked at Huang Zhiwei, it turned out that he could be so close to me.

When I was in junior high school, in my eyes, he was like a sun, so bright and dazzling, and the momentum on his body made me feel so far away, so far away that even if he once sat behind me, I felt that he couldn't reach me.