Night, no wind, no stars.

It's been a long time since I've slept separately from Zijun, and I'm rolling over on the bed, rolling over, rolling over, rolling over again. When I turned on my phone, it was already two o'clock in the morning. It was as if I had fallen into reality something so precious that I couldn't fall asleep.

I'm going to knock on Zijun's door, and I think it's better for the two of us to sleep together to help keep warm. But the hand was raised a few times, and then it was weakly put down. "Zijun has already slept, let's go back. I told myself. I looked at the vast night and felt so lonely, so lonely.

"Zijun, open the door with sesame" The voice is so small that I can't hear it.

Suddenly, there was a "stuck" and the door opened. She raised her head gently, gently like a mountain flower blooming in the cold winter, and gently like dawn ushering in the morning light. Gently solidify the air and stop breathing.

"It's so late, what are you doing sneaking around outside my door"

"I ......"

She looked at me, I looked at her.

"Can I go in and sit?"

"Sit?"

"It's cold outside!"

She opened the door, like a reunion after a long absence. I went in and sat all night.

In the morning, the sky is cloudy and the wind is slightly cool.

Looking at the messy living room, the messy bookshelves, the large and small wooden boxes, and the shoes with the insoles pulled out. I asked, "Does the age of Gaogang people be recorded according to the age of one year or the age of imaginary?" ”

"One year old"

"No wonder, when your mother taught you to read, you were only three years old. The memory of a three-year-old child is unreliable."

"Finding the map takes a lot of time off us. She said.

"You haven't moved in the meantime. ”

"No, but I gave some albums to my sister. ”

"You still have a sister"

"My aunt's daughter, by the way!" she suddenly glared at me with wide eyes, "Is it possible for me to give that atlas to my sister?" I don't have to go, I go to my aunt's house."

At noon, the wind is soft like water, and the clouds are low.

I once said that Zijun could never be trusted if he didn't fall in love, but later circumstances showed that this was the prejudice of villains. Prejudice is hateful, but it is not unfounded. The people who chase Zijun are like the water of the ocean from elementary school to university, mighty and endless. It's just that she turned a blind eye.

After chasing Zijun for 6 years, if Zijun hadn't been admitted to the four universities, he felt that the gap was too big, and this marathon was estimated to be running.

We met him on the hillside, a man like the wind. Long hair, a knife-like face, hands in pockets, hunched overhead, hay in his mouth, an open-collared checkered shirt, pierced jeans, and a face with pain and stubbornness that does not belong to the age of eighteen. I don't know if it's cold in this cold spring season.

"Let's go this way" Zijun saw him, pulled me, and turned into a damp alley, trying to avoid him.

He didn't know where to take a shortcut, and stopped in front of us. His face was in pain, as if he had been kicked in the testicles.

He raised his head tremblingly and asked softly, "When did you come back?"

"Yesterday," Zijun smiled.

"Why don't you say anything?" he laughed, very rigid.

"Just passing by" Probably afraid of asking, Zijun changed the subject: "Are you okay?"

"Not dead, still alive" sneered unwillingly.

"What are you doing, what is dead, alive, how unlucky. ”

"He, your boyfriend?" he looked at me, pain in his eyes.

"You—what you see"

"Worthy of you?" he stared at me like a wolf.

The sky is blue and cloudy, and the spring breeze in the alley is slight.

"Take good care of yourself" Zijun probably knew that he couldn't be messed with, and pulled me past him.

"Hey!" he said coldly, "dare not go it alone" is me.

I really wanted to answer him: Don't dare!

But Zijun, a crazy woman, doesn't seek my advice at all.

"If you lose?" she asked.

"If you lose, you lose," he said, tilting his proud head.

"If you lose, you promise me one thing"

"You say"

"Forget about me and start a new life. ”

"In the other world?

Zijun felt helpless and said to me: "Beat him hard, don't show mercy." Help me wake him up. ”

The claw skill of the broken eagle is quite domineering. Everywhere it passed, it fell apart. I've been hiding, to be honest, I admire him, and I love someone so without hesitation.

"If it's a man, make a move," he seemed to start looking down on me.

"You're not my match," I said.

I thought I was dissuading him, but in fact I him off. But he is a strange person, the more angry he is, the more steady his moves become. It's just that the speed is too slow, and the moves are too rigid. He kept attacking my Shenmen acupoint, which was the most difficult point for me to dodge. I unfolded the willow wind step behind him, and disrupted his qi with one palm. He staggered two steps, then leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

"Attacking from behind, what's it....", he scolded hatefully and coughed violently.

"Fold, you lost" Zijun stepped forward.

"If you lose, you lose"

"Forget about me and find a new life. ”

"I can't forget it, I can't forget how to make me forget," he roared, clenching his fists and his body crumbling into a bamboo pole.

Zijun turned his head and said to me, "No, you go over, I have a few words to say to him." ”

I left the small alley and looked up at the blue sky, the spring breeze passed through my fingers, the grass sprouted, and the sun dripping from the clouds. Suddenly, there was a wail in the alley, like a wounded wolf, echoing for a long time, flickering far and near in the alley.

Zijun came out and sighed slightly.

"What did you say to him," I asked.

"No, I'm not a heartless person. ”

"By no means," I replied.

"Hey... She sighed again

"Or maybe I shouldn't show up"

"It has nothing to do with you, I've always treated him as a younger brother. I should have made it clear to him when I knew he liked me. I thought he was a kid and gave up after a while. I didn't expect him to be so persistent. ”

Postscript: After the Second Hundred Years War, Gaogang was almost razed to the ground, and the broken tomb stood on this hillside.