The temperature in October has dropped, and at some times, the wind is surprisingly strong, and tonight is that 'certain time'. Sang You felt that her head was like a rusty gear, turning sluggishly, and when she moved, it would produce a creaking sound, running too slowly and making the sound noisy, causing the original thinking to be unable to function, making the brain stagnate and empty.

She silently followed behind Zhou Yan, went downstairs from the stairway on the west side of the office building, and entered the tree-lined path downstairs after turning the corner, where the sky was blocked by layers of shade, and there were only a few retro-style lights on both sides, and the light was very dim.

Zhou Yan seemed to slow down his pace, and the two gradually stood side by side.

"Senior, why are you here?" Sang You asked.

Zhou Yan said: "I was studying in the class next to your grade room, and when I saw it, I came over." ”

"Oh."

After walking for a while, listening to the wind and calming down, and looking at the shadows of the trees, Sang You asked again: "Where are you going?" ”

"Just go for a walk." He said.

Sang You stopped, looked up, and said, "There are stars." ”

Overhead, there are layers of shade, but there is a vacant place, so there is a new scenery squeezed in - the red, white and blue sky is fortunate to squeeze into a corner, and more is the tall main teaching building, from this perspective, the lights in the corridor of the teaching building are like bright stars hanging from the tall building.

Zhou Yan asked her, "What else did you see?" ”

After listening to her description, Zhou Yan asked her to stand on the stone pier on the side of the road.

"Look at it again."

Sang You's height was about the same as him now, and she looked up again, unlike just now, the red, white and blue sky now occupied most of it, and the silver-white moon squeezed into a corner.

It's not the same scenery.

Later, I walked around the playground along the main school building and walked on the track, sometimes facing the wind, sometimes carrying the wind. The two of them would talk something, or talk about their study plans, or talk about campus anecdotes, or they wouldn't speak, and walk silently for a while, picking up the topic just now.

Sang You always takes one or two steps behind Zhou Yan, so when he tilts his head to look at him, his gaze is always just right.

In many moments, Sang You was in a trance for a while, was this a dream? Or, if she wears back to her first year of high school, will it be a dream in itself? When she woke up from her dream, she might still face a boring life, an unimpressed youth, and Zhou Yan's death.

When she was very young, she would always wonder, what happens when people die? Where will it go?

Her parents would tell her that when they died, they would be buried in the ground, and that after many, many years, the deceased would be reunited with their former deceased in another way. They said it many times, but they never said how they would be reunited.

She used to think that it was a terrible thing for people to die, that her life would come to an end, and that all the past would be lost in the long river of time. Perhaps someone remembers, someone remembers this person's preferences, someone remembers this person's glory, someone knows this person's past...... As a result, countless such people, with the help of patchwork, can barely piece together the life of the deceased and prove the existence of the deceased.

However, it will always be forgotten, and one day it will be forgotten, and the cassette of that record will be blurred one day at a time, and in the end, the whole picture will no longer be recognized. This group of people will also grow old, they will also be buried in the ground, and they will only appear in the few words of others.

To be forgotten by the living is to die again.

Sang You never associated 'death' with Zhou Yan until the bad news came. She couldn't accept it, and she couldn't imagine that Zhou Yan would be heard from nothing, disappear from this world, and be forgotten by the old people who used to be.

The people she had spent eight years remembering hadn't had time to remember.

Why can't I find it anymore?

I have long forgotten how she accepted this fact, and it seems that she never accepted it, her first year of graduation was a mess, with gravel on the road, surrounded by copper walls, either falling or hitting a wall. Her former opponents laughed at her, how did she live like she is now? The predecessors of the past sighed, people have come this way, and it is good to walk through.

Everyone thought that she was exhausted and willing to fall.

Only she understood that she had lost the star she had been chasing for so long.

A faint soul, in the empty desert, looked up and glimpsed the light, it was a star, a beautiful star, so the soul struggled to catch up in the direction of the star, walked forward, over the mountains and mountains, walked for a long, long time, but suddenly one day when he looked up again, he found that the star had long since disappeared. The desert continues to be barren, the soul looks around, unable to move an inch, the wind whimpers, and mourns alone.

Sang You didn't know why she suddenly remembered these things, but when she looked sideways at Zhou Yan, the faint sadness would subside.

The lights were on on the playground, the light was quite clear, Zhou Yan was wearing a mask, only his eyebrows were exposed, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see his long eyelashes trembling slightly. He asked, "Bullied?" ”

"Not count." Sang You smiled, "He scared me with a fake snake, I kicked over his table, and finally he apologized to me, and he had to write a 1,500-word review, he was miserable." ”

Sang You's temper is regular, if she is not clearly targeted, or the target person is not clear, her temper is quite stable, and once the clear person is clearly aimed at her, she can't bear it.

It stands to reason that she is actually twenty-two years old, and these people are hairy boys to her, but this does not prevent her from punishing the bear child.

Zhou Yan seemed to laugh: "Yes." ”

Sang You raised his finger to the tip of his nose: "Anyway, I won't let myself be bullied." ”

She thinks so, but some people don't think so, and as soon as she returned to the dormitory after the evening self-study, she was bombarded with Sangluo's phone.

"Do you think you're being bullied at school? Not long ago, I was plagiarized by rumors, and now I am scared by fake snakes. Sang Luo asked her, "You didn't resist ......"

Sang You interrupted him: "How do you know? ”

"Your homeroom teacher calls your parents and listens to them."

Sang's father and Sang's mother didn't know that Sang You's mobile phone was coming, and she was going to ask when she came back on the weekend, but Sang Luo couldn't wait for that time.

Sang You: "What kind of school bullying? Guess what? And I kicked the man's table over, okay, and later made up for it, and I didn't suffer. ”

"Aren't you afraid that the man will beat you?"

"What are you afraid of, you can earn some compensation if you are injured."

Sang Luo sneered: "That's it." ”

"Fuck off, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, I'm going to learn."

Sang You stretched after hanging up the phone, and went into the dormitory to finish the rest of the history volume. Maybe it was too much fright and too many thoughts during the day, and she dreamed a lot, one after another.

In front of Kuixing Pavilion, the cigarette smoke is swirling, silent, people pinch the incense and bow their heads, in the cicadas and bells, solemn and incomparable.

In a certain store, she stared at the traffic behind the curtain of the door, and saw a long young man open the curtain and come in, against the light, unable to see the whole picture.

On the subway, the surrounding people are crowded, and when you look out the window, all kinds of lights fly by, and the sky is gloomy.

Every frame of the picture turned black and white, and every fragment could not find the familiar figure, even the back.

Sang You knew that she was dreaming, but she still felt out of breath, and she was so distressed that she was about to suffocate, and before she could recover from this state, the picture jumped, in the dark room, there were slippery and sticky things crawling up her ankles, making a 'silky' sound, and when she looked down, there were snakes all over the ground.

Sang You slept very badly.

In the second half of the night, she basically sat against the wall until dawn, and when the sky was a little brighter, she got out of bed and went to the balcony with a book.

Not sleeping well caused her mood to be depressed, and when she entered the class through the back door, she knocked Wang Zhiheng's desk a lot crooked, and then her mood improved a lot.

But when she walked to her desk and saw what was on it, she was even more unhappy.

A love letter, a note, a small cake.

The note read: Hello junior sister, can you transfer this love letter to your brother (Zhou Yan)? Thanks for the help, please eat the little cake.

！！！！！

Sang You glared at the love letter angrily, wishing to have a perspective eye.

What did you write?

Why did you ask her to hand it over?

Who sent it?!

What brother!

Who likes petit fours?

She was furious, and that was all. Then in the second season, I pinched the love letter and went to the thirty-seventh class of high school during the big class.

Sang You has already found out the experience of looking for someone, just go to the back door and poke your head, the tall ones will sit in the last row, and you can hear it when you shout.

Zhou Yan came out and was about to ask something, when he saw her hand over an envelope.

"Puzzle?" Zhou Yan asked, "Or what kind of learning materials?" ”

Sang You: "? ”

She was stunned for a while, thinking quickly about the possibility of what Zhou Yan said, and said after a while: "...... Maybe not? ”

Zhou Yan took it: "I'll see later." ”

"Oh." Sang You sighed, "A senior sister, it may also be a senior, anyway, a person who called me senior sister asked me to hand it over, saying that it would be handed over to my brother." I've handed it over, brother, and the man gave me a little cake. ”

Hearing that brother, Zhou Yan was obviously stunned, but he was quickly diverted: "A small cake bought you?" ”

"It was put on my desk early in the morning, and it didn't give me a chance to refuse."

Zhou Yan said: "Don't worry about it next time. ”

"Okay."