Lu Mingfei fell in love with Chen Wenwen on an afternoon with good weather.

That day, there were only two people in the classroom, he and Chen Wenwen, Lu Mingfei was wiping the blackboard, and Chen Wenwen was still wearing the white cotton skirt, sitting on the podium and humming a song.

The sunset shines through the window on the newly changed desk, and the shadow reflected is like a red glow, and the creeper hangs down on the window, which is the majestic vitality of the grass and trees between spring and summer. Lu Mingfei seemed to be able to hear their heartbeats as they went crazy for a long time.

Why Chen Wenwen stayed that day Lu Mingfei has forgotten, but remembers that at a certain moment, Chen Wenwen suddenly turned her head and said to him: "Do you want to join our literary club?" ”

So the grass and trees outside the window grew wildly, the light through the window quickly dimmed, the cicadas and heartbeat seemed to speed up a hundred times, Lu Mingfei only felt that his soul disappeared into the sky with the sunset, he could feel that time was sneaking away from his fingers, only the angel named Chen Wenwen was eternal.

She is the only one Chen Wenwen who took the initiative to invite into the literary club, and the other person is Zhao Menghua.

Maybe Wei Ji's initiative to uncover the scar was too contagious, or maybe Wei Ji's words were too reasonable, Lu Mingfei finally understood something.

The boss told him that he would support him no matter what he did, but Lu Mingfei felt that it was unnecessary.

Lu Mingfei is not stupid, Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen are in love with each other, and they are not blind, maybe they are indeed blind, Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen may have been like this a long time ago, but they didn't find out.

My liking is like a thief who covers his ears and steals the bell, subconsciously ignores it, and subconsciously thinks of luck.

If it weren't for the boss and Chu Zihang's divine soldiers descending from the sky, he might have been even more embarrassed.

There's nothing to figure out, anyway, the seventeenth birthday is still a wonderful thing, isn't it?

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Satisfying Lu Mingfei's birthday wish, Wei Ji and Chu Zihang accompanied Lu Mingfei to play games in an Internet café for an afternoon, and also chatted about life ideals and love stories by the way.

The eldest brother cheered the younger brother up, and the younger brother wished the eldest brother all his wishes come true, in short, the atmosphere was harmonious, and the parting came quietly in this harmonious atmosphere.

It was summer, the days were getting longer, and it was six o'clock in the afternoon when Wei Ji went home, but it was still dawn.

The courtyard is surrounded by painted fences and ornate iron gates, through which you can still see the flowers and trees inside.

There are no dead leaves in the courtyard, plants are still flourishing, and the dilapidated two-story building lining it is also very cute.

But there is always a kind of abruptness of old wine in new bottles.

Wei Ji didn't expect that his home, which lacked the dilapidated red brick wall and rusty iron gate, would make him so uncomfortable, but he couldn't be there always. In order to protect those memories, I can only choose to repair the fence and replace the gate, which is also a helpless thing.

Opening the brand-new iron gate, the grinding sound in my memory did not exist, and the plants in the yard seemed to have grown a lot in the two months since Wei Ji left, with flourishing branches and leaves, and vivid green.

Maybe the horticulturist hired by Chu Zihang is too professional? But it can also be called a sentence: things are not people.

Wei Ji didn't have too much sadness, he glanced at the osmanthus tree that was growing very well, and he had already gone to see it when he just returned yesterday, although at night, although there was hardly much light, he still found two words engraved on the trunk of the slightly taller laurel tree: Weiji.

Wei Ji knew that his name was derived from his grandfather's hexagram, "Weiji, a gentleman lives with prudence." According to grandpa's meaning, I hope that I can distinguish between right and wrong, defend the weak, and also have the meaning of helping the world.

He also searched for another tree and found nothing.

Thinking about the afternoon of the exam, and the girl he saw in his dream that day, Wei Ji knew that the tree must be telling him something.

Grandpa said that the tree engraved with his name was planted by his birth, but what about the other one? Why isn't the name engraved? I may really have a sister, but why did everyone forget about her?

Maybe I was too tired last night to see clearly? Wei Ji didn't believe in evil, and ran to the two laurel trees to find clues, and the word "Weiji" on his tree was clearly understood.

As for the other tree, there was still nothing on it.

It's a little strange, but it's helpless, Wei Ji is not good at profiling reasoning, he needs more straightforward and direct evidence, guessing is useless.

Hurriedly went upstairs and opened the room that he hadn't set foot in for a long time.

To Wei Ji's surprise, the imaginary dusty scene did not happen, the house was very clean, and the old objects in his memory were also placed neatly.

This is Grandpa's room.

In the past, Wei Ji would also enter this room when he missed his grandfather very much, but every time he pushed open the door of this room, the fishy smell of blood in his memory rushed into his mind, and the scene he saw when he came home from school and opened the door on the day his grandfather died lingered.

The room was probably cleaned, so it should be Natsumi.

Wei Ji didn't think much about it, and after a round of inspection, the room also seemed very empty, an empty bed frame, there was nothing on it, most of those east were lost by Wei Ji, there was too much blood on it.

A foldable bamboo chair is folded at the corner between the door and the wall.

It was the one that Grandpa lay on when he was in the shade in the yard, and it was this chair that Grandpa lay on when he beat his back and fanned him in the summer.

An old teak cabinet sits by the window, with a pile of yellowed newspapers pressed against it. Some of the yellowed rice paper was pressed down by the pen holder and inkstone, and the brush Wei Ji on the pen holder was estimated to have been scrapped.

In the past, many times Xiao Weiji came in in a hurry, and his grandfather was sitting there, either practicing calligraphy or writing some letters that he couldn't understand.

Pick up a brush, you can feel a lot of dust on it, the bristles are dry and hard and bifurcated, this one used by the former Wei Ji to practice calligraphy......

Grandpa seems to like angular things, there is a four-corner cabinet at the head of the bed, which is also square, there is nothing on it, and the most important thing has been taken away by Wei Ji, which is the suicide note.

On the top of the cabinet hung a erhu and a jade flute. Grandpa is versatile, and he wants to teach himself a lot of things, but most of them are rejected by himself on the childish reason that "it's better to grasp it".

When I was a child, my grandfather would play the flute if he was in a good mood, and later, Dora Erhu, and later, Wei Ji found that neither the erhu nor the jade flute had ever been taken down by my grandfather.

Without touching the two items, Wei Ji continued to search the room for the memories.

There was also a large wardrobe on the other side of the empty bed, which almost covered the entire wall.

Wei Ji walked over and opened the closet, the clothes were still there.

Wei Ji is a very nostalgic person, when he gave his grandfather a funeral, many people came, and they all persuaded him to burn these clothes and objects, and burn them for his grandfather to go underground as a companion, so as not to think too much about himself.

But he stubbornly refused, he was so selfish that he didn't even want to burn a single piece, and he could smell the smell of grandpa's remnants on those clothes.

Picked up a piece of clothing and smelled it, the choking smell of dust caused Wei Ji to cough, and where is the smell of grandpa?

A sour nose, Wei Ji held back tears, since his grandfather died, he never cried again, but at this time, there was a sour breath in his heart.

Wei Ji blinked his eyes, holding back tears, and didn't look at those familiar clothes.

There are still many things in the cabinet, most of them are books, and these books are put in it after Wei Ji has sorted them out.

Looking through the books, Wei Ji hoped to find something in them, or notes, or handwriting.

By the time night fell, Wei Ji was already surrounded by books, and the room was pitch black, and with the help of memory, he found the switch for the electric light on the wall.

When I pressed the switch, the light bulb with a dusty surface could still emit a yellow light, but it was a little dim and flashing. But Wei Ji didn't care, and continued to rummage through the large pile of books.

One by one, the night was already late, until he finished flipping through the cabinet full of books, and Wei Ji was already surrounded by books.

To Wei Ji's disappointment, although some of the books had notes in them, and some of them had notes written in them, most of them looked very normal, some were reading notes, and some were small poems written by his grandfather, but he didn't find any clues that Wei Ji wanted.

It's just that, after moving the pile of books, at the back of the books, Wei Ji saw a chess board and two wooden boxes.