Familiar lectern desk, familiar lighting air conditioning, familiar ...... School uniform figures?

At my desk is a beautiful back that I will never forget......

Xiaoxian ...... Woman?

She stood silently next to my seat, with her back to me, looking up at the wall clock at the back of the classroom.

As if she heard the sound of the door being slammed, she quickly turned her head to look back, and at this look, my heart seemed to be pinched by something and stopped beating.

Because her face is full of heartbreaking sorrow and weakness......

On top of the delicate and flawless beauty, there are two lines of undried tears. The soft water covering her red lips, the slightly red and swollen eyes that had just cried, and the slightly trembling shoulders made her reveal a kind of sorrow that I saw pity, like a weak willow supporting the wind......

The moment she saw me, her beautiful eyes revealed a trace of astonishment and surprise, and she stopped moving for a while, and just looked at me in a daze.

"Ginger...... Jian Xuan......? Her voice was softer than ever, and her eyes were covered with a faint mist.

Although I was surprised why she was in such a good mood during the day today, I didn't respond, but turned around, silently took out a pack of tissues from the schoolbag behind me, pulled out one of them, walked up to her without saying a word, and handed it to her.

She didn't take it and twisted her head to the side.

"Got you to see the joke......"

"Somebody would be on their birthday...... This look......"

I shook my head, still holding the tissue down.

"Thank you."

After a long time, she finally gently took the tissue in my hand and wiped away the traces of tears in her eyes and face.

Then, the lotus step moved slightly, and the beautiful figure stood against the window of the classroom, she held the lower edge of the window with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the distant night sky. The evening breeze stroked the fine hair on her forehead and gently twisted it behind her ears.

I noticed a pink hairpin hanging from her hair.

It's the pink hairpin that made me once admit that I was sad to fail, and it was printed with a "love you" pattern!

This makes her cold and deep temperament, adding a touch of cuteness, but the sad atmosphere at the moment makes me unable to flash a little joke at all.

I don't know why, but the ghost walked over and stood beside her, not far or near, looking at the night outside the window.

There are few stars in the big city at night, and even the light of the moon is a little dim, but there will always be one or two stars that try their best to prove their existence, and there will always be an unwilling meteor that will fall to prove that it has come.

"Perhaps, you can tell me......" I said softly, as if I was afraid of disturbing the sleeping elf.

"I really...... It's really hard ......."

She spoke slowly, her voice so pitifully weak.

I know that she is going to confide, and at this time, it is the best choice to interrupt without saying a word, and she should be a qualified listener.

"You know the night before yesterday, why I ...... Is that so?"

The night before, she was alone by the railing to enjoy the river view, after I appeared, when I said the word "Mom and Dad", she suddenly couldn't control her emotions, tears flowed, although in the end she was amused by me to laugh, but it was obvious that the sorrow in her eyes was not completely dissipated.

At the time, I was very puzzled, but now that she looks the same as before, I can't help but vaguely guess something.

"I miss my mom ......"

“!” I immediately turned my head to look at her with a look of astonishment.

She continued to speak slowly to herself:

Three years ago, she volunteered to support the hardest-hit areas, and since then she has ...... Never came back. ”

"The last time I saw her was on the night of my birthday. As soon as the birthday cake was taken out, she left the house to leave...... And then, forever...... Left us. ”

“!” It was as if I had experienced a major earthquake in my heart, and it also made me look at the girl in front of me seriously.

"In the past three years, I have reminded myself every day to be strong, to be optimistic, to study and read books to forget sadness. At the same time I disguised myself...... Shut myself off and make everyone think that I don't like to talk to others, that my personality is so withdrawn. Because, I'm scared...... I am afraid that my emotions will affect others and bring sadness to others. ”

"But every time...... When I think about it, when I think about it...... I'll ...... Can't help it. ”

"I'm sorry......" her voice was already crying, and her shoulders, which were trying to suppress their trembling, trembled even more violently.

Pictures flashed in my heart: that obviously has a gentle and watery, warm, lively and laughing temperament, but always holds a cold expression and words that deliberately keep a distance from others; It was completely out of her character, she had never worn it in front of outsiders, but she always kept it in her pencil case; The figure looking at the dark river alone, obviously has something in his heart, but after the person leaves, the tears fall straight down but the surface pretends not to care about the stubborn appearance of you leaving; The contradictory concept of yearning for sweet love, but always refusing to let go of the heartstrings and talk about a vigorous love.

There is also the "reunion" and "missing" that took my words when I first met; I thought it was strange and pretentious to outsiders at the time to wear a veil and wrap a cloak; After I was injured, I silently bought medicine, fetched water and sent towels for me......

By now, the reason for everything is finally completely clear.

I can't describe the sour taste in my heart, I can only feel that I have never been more powerless, and I hate myself for not having the ability and means to make the woman in front of me suffer a little less sadness and discomfort.

"Cry if you want to......" I whispered, "there's no one else here." ”

In the next second, her cry was no longer deliberately suppressed after I finished speaking, and in the classroom where there were only two of us, she finally let go of all pretense and strength, and released the sadness of her endless thoughts......

I looked at the crying breathless woman in front of me, who kept whispering "Mom" in a daze, and stretched out my hand to pat her back to comfort and comfort.

But in the middle of the day, the hand was in the air, trembling, but it did not fall.

There are a few lines of small words on the hairpin in her hair, which are clearly reflected in my eyes:

"Happy birthday to my baby girl Yutong! Mommy is leaving. But you have to believe that mom will always love you, forever and ever. ”

Before I knew it, my nose was sour and the corners of my eyes were moist.

Standing beside her, he turned his head to look at the night sky again, and in the mist, he watched every star that twinkled desperately in the night.

"She will become a star and will always guard you."

I opened my mouth, and then couldn't have been lighter.

"I'm ...... too"

…………………………………… End of chapter

"Maybe, I can't make you laugh, but I can cry with you."

Crying, when this chapter was written...... It's true.

Finally, I would like to attach the lyrics of a song.

When the stars fall

Stars in the night sky

Heard many secrets

I want to tell you secretly

But I'm afraid you'll be just as unhappy

Use all my strength

Collecting sighs

But the mood of the stars Who listens

Shooting stars one by one

Streak across the distant sky

With whose grievances

Whose memories are sung

Wait for someone to hear through

My faint voice

That instant, I would too

Falling to the earth

Stars in the night sky

How much sadness in diameter

The distance to the ground

It turned out to be the trajectory of my birth and disappearance

It was not born as the sun

A brief shimmer

It's the smallness that I choose to exist

Shooting stars one by one

Streak across the distant sky

With whose grievances

Whose memories are sung

Wait for someone to hear through

My faint voice

That instant, I would too

Falling to the earth

Good night to my hometown

I'm going to fly far away

Abandon or be abandoned

Even if it's not remembered

Let me say goodbye to wandering

Fall next to someone

Sing for her and let her remember the shape of the stars