It takes a few minutes for the photo taken by Polaroid to be shaken off before it can be seen slowly, so at the beginning, Jian Licheng didn't have time to look at the photo, but when he saw her actions, he immediately became interested: "What's wrong?" Let me see. ”

Sang You covered the photo and didn't show it, blushing for a long time before holding back a sentence: "...... It's ugly. ”

"Who's ugly?"

"I'm ugly!" Sang You said.

Zhou Yan took out the photo he had just taken, pinched it between his fingers, shook it for a while, and asked Sang You: "Do you want to see this one?" ”

"Look." Sang You leaned next to him.

The picture on the photo gradually became clear, the two had a certain height difference, and when they sat together, she leaned slightly, as if leaning on Zhou Yan. She looked at the camera with a bright smile, but Zhou Yan didn't look at the camera, but tilted her head, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, as if she was looking at the heart they were comparing to, and as if she was looking at her.

The difference in the size of the hands between the two is also quite large, and the heart is a little weird, but Sang You still thinks it looks good.

Jian Licheng also leaned aside and watched: "Wow, there's that, what's it called?" CP sense, hahaha I don't know that I think you two are a couple. ”

In this season when the autumn wind rolls up the leaves, Sang You seems to be in the middle of summer, otherwise how could she feel that even the wind is hot, so that her face is stained with the residual temperature of the wind. She just laughed that day, trying to hide her shyness, and then changed the subject, pouting, "You two can't shoot?" I'll shoot you guys. ”

Jian Licheng was really distracted, and put his arm around Zhou Yan's shoulder and posed pOSe.

Zhou Yan didn't have time to refuse, and when he turned around to look at the camera, he saw the flash flashing.

Jian Licheng was not very satisfied: "Let's take another one, I'll change my posture." As he spoke, he raised the universal scissor hand and commanded Zhou Yan, "You are also a scissor hand." ”

Zhou Yan didn't move, he was forced to hold up two fingers.

"Okay, you." Zhou Yan said, patted his hand down, and then looked at the camera.

Sang You pressed the shutter.

When the photos came out, Sang You smacked his tongue while looking at it, and sighed that the handsome person really looked good no matter how he took it, and Gao Yu couldn't stop the amazing beauty.

If it weren't for no valid reason, she really wanted to keep every photo of Zhou Yan in her collection.

The photo of the two naturally went to Sang You, the photo seemed to have a temperature, burning people's lungs, she was afraid that the palm of her hand would be sweaty and dirty, and she was afraid of losing it in her pocket, so she carefully pinched the corner of the photo, and put it in the most beautiful notebook when she returned to class.

The weather has been very good in the past few days of the sports meeting, the sky is clear, clear and clean, and there is no end in sight. The sun was bright and dazzling, but the heat was neutralized by the autumn wind, and the temperature was not high.

In order to make it easier to run in the afternoon, Sang You wore school uniform shorts and short sleeves, which were light and cool.

It was close to three o'clock in the afternoon, and she went to the playground with Ning Yan to watch the game, and deliberately chose a position with an excellent view. Now it is the 400-meter run, the athletes on the field are galloping and flying, and the applause and cheers off the field are overwhelming, lively and huge.

In this atmosphere, Sang You briefly forgot the fear of 1,500 meters, she raised her arms, and her voice blended into the scene. Ning Yan beside him was about to shout a split.

"Wow-that guy's long legs-"

Sang You, who was closest to her, was shocked by this voice, subconsciously looked over, and immediately said, "Don't be too excited!" Your current character is a wealthy lady, which is too damaging to your image. ”

Miss Ning's voice stopped abruptly, stayed for a while, and adjusted her expression: "Okay, Miss Ben knows." ”

After a while.

"Ahhh That man has Hot Wheels on his legs! Nezha can't outrun him! ”

Sang You: "......"

After the 400-meter run, it was time for halftime and the next step was the 100-meter hurdles. Sang You suppressed her excitement, quickly took out her mobile phone and pointed to the runway, adjusting the shooting parameters according to the light and the atmosphere of the scene.

Volunteers went to the track to arrange hurdles, and the radio station was reciting: "Men's Group A 100-meter hurdles are about to start, relevant athletes please go to the back of the rostrum to check ......"

After a short notice, pure music sounded, as well as the soft and beautiful voice of the announcer: "The following is a report from Wang Jiajia, a student in the fourth class of high school......"

The shouts in the distance, the recitation in the ears, the hustle and bustle of the surrounding people, all kinds of sounds harmoniously blended together, Sang You looked at the position of the starting line, and saw Zhou Yan at a glance, his figure is always very recognizable.

Next to the starting line is a high referee's platform, and the referee stares at the watch in his hand and shouts with a loudspeaker: "Athletes, prepare." ”

In the 100-meter hurdles, two people run at the same time.

Zhou Yan was ranked a little further back.

Time is approaching, the referee has put the whistle to his mouth, and then a sharp whistle went straight into the sky, the moment the gun rang out, the red flag was pressed down, and the two athletes in the front line rushed out like arrows. At that moment, the cheers poured into a sea of joys and turned into substance, like a black cloud covering the top.

Sang You was also excited, but his eyes were still firmly locked on the familiar figure.

Probably for convenience, Zhou Yan only wore a school uniform with short sleeves and shorts, he waited to play, looking at the direction of the runway, calm and awe-inspiring.

The fourth group is up.

The fifth group is ......

Zhou Yan is on the field! Sang You couldn't restrain himself from wanting to stand up, but he was afraid of blocking the view of others, so he had to put his hands on his knees impatiently, his fingers curled up, and his joints turned white from the force.

She held up her phone, the camera shook violently, and it took a while to slowly stabilize it.

There was another whistle, and she felt that her heart was like the whistle that rushed into the sky, being held high, and the moment Zhou Yan ran out, it fell suddenly.

At the same time, the cheers were pushed to another climax, and everyone in the audience was shouting and screaming, all voices, and it was impossible to hear what was being shouted.

Zhou Yan's speed was faster than the other person, and he gradually opened a hurdle, and Sang Youyan was reluctant to blink, and the whole process was videotaped.

The radio station was still broadcasting the cheering script, and Ning Yan suddenly came over and said something.

Sang You didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously tilted his head: "What did you say?" ”

Ning Yan: "I said that you wrote this refueling draft......

The next second was interrupted by screams, which were unusual, not as excited as before, but full of surprise and worry.

Sang You looked over again and saw that Zhou Yan tripped over the hurdle and fell on the track.

She was suffocated in breath, her heartbeat suddenly stopped, she stood up suddenly and wanted to go over, but she saw that Zhou Yan stood up quickly, it didn't seem to have much impact, she resumed her original rhythm and moved forward, and the delay was not long, compared with another person, it was still much faster.

After crossing the finish line, a bunch of people surrounded him, and when he saw the figure of Jian Licheng, Sang You breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and when he sat down again, he found that his palms were cold, and cold sweat broke out on his spine.

Suppressing the lingering palpitations, Sang You glanced at the time and handed the phone to Ning Yan: "I have to go to check in, you can help me hold it." ”

Ning Yan was Sang You's logistics, and when he heard this, he stood up: "I'll go with you." ”

When Sang You was queuing up to check in, Ning Yan glanced at the direction of the finish line, and then ran over quickly, not looking for Senior Zhou Yan, but seeing another senior who often followed Senior Zhou Yan.

Ning Yan pulled down his sleeve: "Senior." ”

Jian Licheng looked down, stunned, feeling a little familiar, and before she could think about it, she heard her ask, "Senior Zhou Yan is okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's just ......" Before Jian Licheng finished speaking, Ning Yan ran away quickly.

“？”

This world is really getting more and more mysterious, and Jian Licheng is confused.

After Sang You's inspection, he put on the yellow vest, and just walked out from the back of the rostrum, about to get on the runway, but was stopped by Ning Yan: "Youyou, I just went to ask, Senior Zhou Yan is fine, you can run with confidence!" Run boldly! I can't run, sister, I'll carry you back! ”

Sang You was stunned, the sour and astringent feeling spread in her heart, and after a while, she pursed her lips and nodded heavily: "Sang You will definitely live up to her mission!" ”

Ning Yan let out a burst of laughter and walked up the track with her shoulders around her.

When I got to the starting line, the tension came out in hindsight, and there were many people on the playground lawn, basically a group of people around a yellow vest, cheering and comforting.

There were also a lot of people in Class 7, all the roommates came, and Yang Qinning and others who usually played okay, and there were also a lot of boys, all of whom were cheering for her.

"Sang You, come on!"

"Don't be nervous."

Hongjia is a big and tall man who is particularly conspicuous, he is carrying a bottle of water in his hand, his fingers are pinching the bottle, feeling that the bottle is about to be pinched by him, and then he slowly holds back a sentence: "Come on, don't be reckless, safety and safety first." ”

Sang Youyi thanked him one by one, and then begged with a bitter face: "Can you wait, can you stop staring at me all the time, I'm nervous, I see that you are probably more nervous." ”

I don't know where she got wrong, when she is nervous, her hands and feet are numb, and she hasn't started running yet, and her body is already half numb.

Nervous.

The heart was beating wildly with nervousness, and the blood pumped out hid fear.

Before the game, Sang You had been adjusting her breathing and adjusting her emotions, and when she slowly calmed down, the time was almost up. The crowd retreated to the outside of the track, the athletes were ready in their respective positions, the referee had a whistle around his neck, an air gun in one hand, and a red flag in the other, he stood on the periphery and told again: "Remember, the body is the first, the competition is second, don't hold on, stop once you can't hold on, no one will laugh at you, no one will blame you, those who dare to step on this track are very brave and worthy of admiration!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked down at his watch, and then put the whistle to his lips: "Everyone is ready-"

"Beep-"

As soon as Sang You rushed out, she was swept by the cool autumn wind, her body seemed to be slowly stretched, she could feel the feeling of the wind blowing everywhere on her body, softly, with the afterglow of summer, but blowing on her, maybe it would bring young blood.

She focused on the runway in front of her, and the surrounding scenery became a glimpse of light, much like the movie she had seen a long time ago, the quality of the movie was blurry, the background sound was noisy, and all the images were frame-by-frame, passing by quickly, leaving no trace.

Five laps are enough.

No big deal.

Sang You thought, slowing down her breathing and insisting on her own rhythm.

How many laps have you had?

It feels like I'm going to die.

I've heard people say that the old school site is a cemetery, but are there many ghosts under the playground? How do you feel that your steps are so heavy, is it really a ghost dragging you down? When you reach the finish line, is it half of your body in the ground?

Once a person's consciousness is blurred and on the verge of collapse, the mind seems to become wild, and no matter how outrageous it is, it seems that it can be imagined.

Sang You let her brain fly.

It's also good because it distracts you from your physical discomfort and makes you less focused.

It seems that when I get altitude sickness, it becomes difficult to breathe, my lungs have exceeded the normal load, and the bottom of my throat is pressed with a strong smell of blood.

All sorts of voices slowly poured in, and she heard a lot of people shouting.

"Come on! Come on! ”

"It's the last lap!"

“……”

Out of all the words, she only caught a few words - come on, last lap.

The last lap?

Sang You raised his eyes to look in the direction of the finish line, there were still two hundred meters left.

One last lap!

I don't know where the strength came from, Sang You suddenly sped up and rushed forward, only those four words in his mind, the last lap and the last lap...... The moment he overtook three people in a row and struggled to cross the finish line, his whole body immediately lost his strength and fell straight down.

But instead of falling to the ground, he fell into the arms of a man.

Sang Youyou gasped, she smelled a very light smell, like lemon, and like green orange, light and cold. Unfamiliar, but mixed with a little familiar.

"Can you stand up? Stand up and take a walk? ”

Sang Yu paused abruptly.

…… Zhou Yan?

Zhou Yan squatted and let her lean on herself: "Can't stop, let's go." ”

The referee is clearing the crowd: "Spread out, don't be so tight!" ”

Sang You suppressed the smell of blood in his throat: "...... Good. ”

Zhou Yan lifted her up, and saw that her legs were weak and she couldn't stand, so she simply half-hugged her. Ning Yan hurriedly handed over a bottle of glucose: "Now, can you drink water now?" What about paper towels? Do you want to ...... tissues?" she was anxious and incoherent.

Sang You took two steps, eager to ease the tense atmosphere.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say that she had a motor on her heart, and it didn't stop all the time, hula, and fast.

As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, a sweet smell of rust came up.

Then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

！

Sang You looked at the pool of blood, her mind was dazed for a while, and she almost blurted out a dirty word.

"Damn—"

The surrounding audience has already spoken for her.

Sang You felt that the hand holding him suddenly increased his strength, and then, no, his eyes went black, and the next second, he felt that he was being picked up in the air.

A long, long time later, Sang You would always forget the painful physical sensations when she recalled this day, she forgot that she had difficulty breathing, that her steps were heavy, and that her throat was sweet.

On this day in "The Law of Mulberry Crush", she remembers.

——When Zhou Yan hurdled, he read my cheering draft. It was written after knowing that Zhou Yan participated in the 100-meter hurdles, and wrote sixteen articles, each of which was for the 100-meter hurdles athletes, although he was quite confident in his own articles, but he was still afraid that he would not be able to read them, so he wrote a lot, thinking, there will always be one that can be selected. I was very lucky that I was indeed selected, but when Zhou Yan hurdled, I didn't have time to be happy because he fell.

- The weather that day was very good, the sun was very good, the autumn wind was just right, and the smell of Zhou Yan's body was like the first snow in summer was also very good, and there would be no snow in summer, but I still want to describe it like this.