Who has Xia Mingyou's novel Love Wound?

xia mingyou

one

On the third day, Shannon lived up to expectations.

The whole school has a ten-day trip to learn agriculture, which is euphemistically called "social practice". In fact, it is no different from a spring outing. It is voluntary in principle, but Shannon belongs to the kind of person who is expected by the whole class to "never attend". It's a pity to think about it. Even my best friend Ai Xiao Mo has been a lobbyist under the repeated hints of the class teacher: "Don't be a weak woman like you, so everyone is busy taking care of you these ten days."

Shannon, who does not have a strong desire to participate, is very angry about this. She hopes that she can rise again in Class Two, Grade Two, ten days later, and become a counterexample of shining pride. Now it seems to be a futile struggle.

At present, should this situation start with "the result is" or "is it true"?

The girl walked in the Woods like a headless fly for a long time, but she couldn't find the right route to her residence. Two steps later, there came the boy's slightly sarcastic lazy voice: "You won't get lost again, will you?" It was not until the girl opened her hand with a sad face and turned to look at the boy and nodded to admit it that the other party really kept up with her collapse: "Huh? Really lost it? But you said you bid, and I didn't ask the route at all. "

The lush trees are filled with constant water vapor all year round, just like the hands are covered with faint fog. The cold moonlight came in at an acute angle and shone through the veins of the leaves. The girl raised her bulging little face with injustice: "The mark is gone."

Men and women live in livestock pens on both sides of the forest. In the evening, Shannon was dragged by Al Xiao Mo to the boys to play. It was getting late and she didn't notice. When she is sleepy and finds the Woods dark, it is not easy to go back in the middle of the night. Xiao Mo is a very casual girl. No sooner had she made a shop in the outhouse than she fell asleep. Even Shannon can't do it. She has always been cautious and introverted. She refused to live with boys.

In the moonlight, Shannon vowed to make a mark. She never wanted to cause trouble. Gao Taitai knew her well, didn't trust her, and insisted on sending her back. As a result, it was lost.

People who care so much at ordinary times are now less than half a meter apart, and the breathing that is clear enough to be easily caught is slowly amplified in the quiet and dark Woods. Parallel together, but need to speed up the pace. After all, the length of the legs is different, and the distance of each step is somewhat different. You can only keep running on your legs so that you can catch up with him. Every step on the grass will make a crisp click. Somehow, I feel that he is always by my side and I can't walk fast. Fingers are nervously placed on the carry-on bag, and every step is careful, for fear of embarrassing things such as wrestling. All thoughts are stuck in these details, and those marks and things are all gone.

Shannon is very angry. She wants to pull her hair. There is no signal in the Woods, and the mobile phone is not working. However, Gao An doesn't seem to be angry, just looking for the right way.

Because the girl was absent-minded, she didn't pay attention to one foot and tripped.

"Hey, are you all right?" Boys' voices are as tense as strings.

The girl stammered, "Well, nothing."

A moment later, the horizon was illuminated by a faint light blue light. The boy opened the lid of the mobile phone to check the girl's injury, and then his leg slipped out a distance along the sharp stone and his ankle was cut open. "Do you feel that your bones and muscles are hurt?"

"I don't think so. It's just a trauma It's okay. " The girl pressed the wound to stop the bleeding.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and frowned for a while. "You are a very skilled and capable guy. Most of them think you are not allowed." Nine times out of ten, I sprained it. "

"What a genius! You took the initiative to send me back without even asking the way! " In this way, it is a bit out of place to set off another scene of bickering exactly like countless times in the past.

"Not just because you claim to remember the way? Are you out of your mind? Dare you say that the last school physical examination doctor didn't take you to the neurology department? " The boy straightened up and put on a show of giving up.

"That's because ... hey, is there any sympathy?" The girl's voice also improved a lot, slowly emphasizing, "I am, now, now, suffering, injury and death!" " You still have this attitude. "

The fluorescence of the mobile phone went out, and in a flash of visual blank, the boy gently kicked the girl's shoes with his shoes: "Can you still walk like this?"

"Can't go? Will you carry me? " The girl stood up angrily.

Looking back slowly, Shannon saw the other side turn his back on himself, holding his knees in a strange posture and saying nothing. "What are you doing?" The girl took pains to limp around asking him questions, but what she got was the boy's face of anger and a sentence with excessive decibel: "Idiot! Come up and carry you! "

My head leaned against the soft hair on the back of my head, as if every inch was covered with rain. The body shakes slightly with the pace of boys walking, and both hands are not afraid to cross each other's necks, so they can only be put on their shoulders timidly. White shirt, thin texture confused in the girl's slow breathing.

Slightly lowered his eyes, his body temperature trembled and rose by several scales, and stopped at a warm and comfortable critical point.

She leaned back and felt very quiet, with her chin pressed high and her eyes looking back sideways. The line of sight just touched the girl's side face and quickly turned back to her head.

In the quiet and soft moonlight, the girl's hesitant voice gradually opened: "Hey, I have something to tell you."

"Well, go ahead."

I don't know why, but the atmosphere suddenly changed. Just because two people rarely stop fighting together?

"... listen carefully, I'm only going to say it once. "

"hmm."

"... it's serious. I won't lie to you. "

"hmm."

This kind of sound deeply rooted in the heart, like a vine, broke through the ground, grew rapidly, attached to every corner of the ventricular wall, and finally covered the whole atrium gently and quietly.

Well, I like you.

two

Numerous layers of gauze-like light pink are superimposed together to become the last evening color that comes into view. Uneven colors everywhere look like waves, rising and falling from the distant horizon at a slow speed, one pulse at a time.

It's still thick when it's far away, and it soon fades when it's dizzy. Clouds as light as fog are stained with faint ambiguous colors. It seems that the wind melts when it blows.

Red is a nebula that erupts from a certain point and gradually fades from deep to under the skin in the pupil in a continuous way.

Knowing that there is a salty smell in the air, sadness erodes the heart.

The sun set carelessly.

Shannon always has a hunch that something in her life coincides with the sunset, just like a desolate but beautiful closing ceremony, which rises in the crevices under the shadow and falls in the west, it is bound to be full of light.

Shannon is a typical southern girl with almond eyes and eyebrows. She is confused and loves to laugh, quite like the heroine of a girl cartoon. Looking too weak, coupled with reckless and careless personality, always gives people a sense of restlessness. Besides the best same-sex friend Ai Xiao Mo, it is always Gao An who acts as a protector. Even if you are noisy and fidgeting on weekdays, you are still a friend worthy of full trust at the critical moment of getting lost and injured in the dark forest.

Gao 'an's real name is not Gao 'an, which is the result of Shannon's keen reading. She stubbornly cried silently in her mind. After reading an article called Miracle, I cried for it four or five times, and decided that the boy around me was obviously Gao An in pirated novels, with good popularity, good conduct and good study. A boy, with such advantages, looks impeccable. It is a pity that Gao An never knew that the little girl at the same table who often found fault secretly commented on him like this. Yes, they are deskmates. Otherwise, how can Shannon, who is shy, have a story with boys?

Shannon likes Zhang Ailing's story, which is faint, rough and unobtrusive, but reveals desolate and rich beauty. She likes her "love", and she can even recite it-

Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the barren land of time, you happened to catch up, neither earlier nor later. Except to ask softly, "Oh, are you there?"

This, is it love? This mysterious meaning is more provocative because it is difficult to capture.

Yes

Even if you don't say it, you can obviously feel the unusual temperature in your eyes.

number

It seems that every day is just noisy like ordinary friends.

Yes

To outsiders, a quiet ballet girl and a teenager with facial paralysis can only criticize each other openly in front of each other.

number

But so far, they have not made any promises to each other. Maybe we just quarrel because we don't like each other.

The goose yellow petals leave the last one. Shannon was shocked. Is it effective to divine your mind with petals or something?

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The cold aluminum can touched me, and my fingers frozen by the pen gave off conditioned smoke. Rich latte? Eyes wandering, behind the pull ring has been opened, is the boy's slender fingers, with abrupt but beautiful joints. In the warm light in the morning and afternoon, the boy's black hair and slightly upturned eyebrows gradually became clear and extended into the pupil.

The girl naturally took a sip of coffee and said, "I'm not in a daze. I'm doing a physics problem."

"Oh, don't pretend to study hard." The boy sat down beside him with a smile, opened another pot of coffee in his hand and went on unconsciously. "If you don't take a lunch break, it will be afternoon ..."

With a loud bang, the bottom of the coffee can hit the table, and a few drops of liquid splashed out, stiffly cutting off the ending of the previous sentence.

The boy turned his head in surprise and bumped into the girl's angry expression.

"Don't think that you got the first place in the last monthly exam. Hum, I will definitely surpass you! "

The boy frowned slightly: "Why are you so excited? Are you hyperthyroidism recently? "

There was another bang and the chair fell to the ground. The girl ran out of the classroom quickly. The inner troubles can't be suppressed any more. Why can't you help acting so unlovable in front of him? Why can't we be friends with similar interests and tacit understanding?

Remembering the first time I sat next to Gao 'an, I asked softly, "Are you sitting here, too? I am Shannon. " She said "I'm Shannon" instead of "my name is Shannon" or something, as if Gao An should have known her long ago. There is enough confidence and calmness in the tone.

Indeed, Gao An noticed this simple and slightly timid swan at the military training literary performance party, and his eyes dodged again and again, even lighter. "My name is Gao An." Of course, that's not his name.

A nod and a greeting every day. Besides, there was no deep communication at first. According to the perspective principle, two parallel lines sometimes intersect.

Shannon writes well, and Gao An is a quasi-painter. Get together for a few days every month to publish a blackboard newspaper. No one spoke at first. Facing the blackboard, Shannon's eyes often glance to the other side of the painting, wondering: What trauma has Gao An's mind suffered? Why are the colors always so gloomy? Gao an's heart is also thinking: this is not like her character. She shouldn't use so many shades of red. Red should be a warm totem.

He won't understand her world, but he will understand that there is a kind of red in this world, which is sad and desolate. Every day, as the huge light source disappears at the end of the day, he will no longer care about the high altitude of the sunset. Gao An won't know what he painted in the misty rain and the dark alley in the south of the Yangtze River, and what he infiltrated in the temperament of the girls around him.

Obviously it is the starting point of mutual respect. Why does it grow an extension line like an indulgent interwoven weed?

We can't find the reason why he likes his cheerful personality with the excuse of "just being shy with strangers, but actually in the right direction". In fact, we all know that the quiet factor and life are embedded in the bone marrow, and the lively side is just a disguise in front of Gao An, but he doesn't know what it is. Pretend or be reluctant, no matter what, as long as you can become bosom friends.

In fact, the voice clearly said, "I want to be as good as you, get the same score and make my name even", but the words on my lips became "more than you" in anger. Beneath the surface of "hating you", there is an unknown "liking you", but he is out of control and behaves badly in front of him. Why on earth?

In the late summer afternoon, against the red brick wall of the teaching building, white catkins fall lightly, like feathers wrapping the mood, peeling off one by one and floating freely, revealing the truest heart. I don't know when, a circle of nameless flowers of goose yellow bloomed in the corner in front of me. Running Shannon suddenly stopped beside the flowers. Standing in the same place for a long time.

Why?

Little yellow flower folded when I was bored in the morning, it said, this is love.

three

"Ah. Shannon, did you go to the library again? Help me return this book. " With the call of Gao 'an, Shannon withdrew, turned and stood beside Gao 'an's seat, waiting for the boy to rummage in the drawer.

"You are so withdrawn. The classroom ... is just too noisy. " After receiving the book handed by the boy, I turned it over. "Sato Ryumi's Straddle. You see that such a tender novel is obviously not like a boy! " A small blow, as revenge for the "lonely evaluation."

"Very touching. Of course, a brain-dead otaku like you who has never experienced sincerity can't understand it! "

"ah! Enough is enough. Take it back yourself. " The book was thrown back to the boy's desk. The girl gave the boy a white look with a "uncooperative" attitude.

"It's okay. Take it away quickly. Treat you to a lovely meal after school. "

……

After the noise. This is a longer silence.

Gao an looked up at the window. In the same window position on the higher floor of the opposite teaching building, Shannon is writing her homework with her head down. The girl's silhouette was trapped in the fuzzy background light and was set with a furry outline. Every time Hua lowers his head, his long hair pours down to cover his side face. I clearly remember that when I first entered school, Shannon's hair was shoulder-length and her personality seemed very different.

From taciturn to cheerful and lively, it seems to have changed overnight. Unknown so.

During the recess of evening self-study, Shannon lay on the window sill of the library and looked out casually. The figure came over and lay agley on the girl's shoulder. Looking up, Xiao Mo is looking in the same direction with a "if you think" smile.

"Why did you come to the library for self-study?"

"No wonder you come here every day. It turns out that there is a unique visual advantage here. "

"What, what!" Shannon's nerves tightened.

"It's in front of his seat, this window." The girl turned around and leaned her elbow against the window frame. "But don't you see better sitting next to him?"

"Ah, what to say. Don't gossip. "

Finally, the other party was surprised and said seriously, "Ah? Isn't it? "

"Idiot, of course not. What do I have to do with him? "

"Thought you would like him. After all, two people are so well matched and bickering is always very loving. " Xiao Mo spread out his hands and smiled: "In everyone's eyes, they are like princes and princesses, destined to move from' a long time ago' to' eternal love'."

"Hey, it's better to be a prince and a princess or an enemy." I felt annoyed. I was really bad. I obviously like it, but I dare not even admit it to my best friend.

Xiao Mo stared at Shannon for a long time, then suddenly smiled again. "That's good."

"Huh?"

"If you like him too, I really don't know what to do."

"What, what do you mean?" Shannon suddenly found it difficult to think.

Ai Xiao Mo smiled more easily and blurted out frankly: "I like him, me."

"You like him?" Shannon's tongue was almost bent, and her heart seemed to be severely poked by an awl. She felt that her previous reserve and denial were ridiculous, and even her chagrin seemed childish. Why is he so popular? Why can she say "like" so easily? They all went beyond the limits of their own thinking, lost their senses in an instant and lost their ability to react normally.

I can only clumsily repeat each other's meaning, and finally the expression of crying abruptly turns into an expression of "encouragement" with the corners of my mouth rising. How funny.

……

"Goodbye."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Barely finished the seemingly dull goodbye. Shannon stumbled back from the library, immediately picked up his schoolbag, turned and ran out of the classroom. Gao an glanced outward. The night was dark, and the dim wall lamp jumped twice because of the unstable voltage.

When Shannon rushed out of the classroom, she bumped into a boy in the class. She staggered back, but boldly said "I'm sorry" and quickly disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

"Say. Shannon. It's going to rain outside "Half a second later, the boy cried. The girl didn't hear him, so she turned to Gao 'an. "Shannon's home is not far away? I'm afraid I'll get wet by cycling now. "

Late at night. Girls. Ride a bike. Get wet in the rain.

The important thing is that the Shannon family lives in a community with themselves and usually go back together. Why is it not normal today? Gao an grabbed his umbrella, lifted the sporadic rain curtain and ran outside.

After a while, it rained cats and dogs. The wind roared, violently overturned the umbrella and rode hard against the wind and rain. The rain is so dense that the eyelids surrender, the rain can't fall into the narrow field of vision, and there is red light.

If we wait like this, we'll never catch up.

Gao an turns around and turns right. Taking a detour may be faster than waiting for the green light. Ride faster.

The boy stopped at the next intersection to look back. The flooded ground reflects the white light and rain that the car roared past.

The curtains fluttered in the wind. It's been more than five minutes, and there is still no girl.

No, you have already passed this crossroads. Gao an looks back and looks forward. It was dark and I couldn't see anything.

I have to ride faster to catch up.

Then there was the red light, which took a long detour and stood at the intersection. Cycle back and forth. Until the bright lights of the community came into view.

Did you miss it or did you miss it?

Shannon was almost stunned when she heard the doorbell ring three times. The boy outside the door, the water dripped down his forehead, dripping a flower, then shaking his eyes, touching his angular cheeks, winding into a trickle on his face and dripping into the collar shirt of his school uniform. The shirt becomes transparent and gently sticks to the body. In just a few seconds, your feet are full of water.

"well. Didn't you get wet? "

"... all right. I thought it was going to rain, so I took a taxi back. "

I came back by taxi.

It didn't rain at all.

Under the warm yellow wall lamp, the boy dripping with rain, his mouth slightly rose, his expression of joy became clearer and clearer, and he stood out carefully from the confused atmosphere and was painted with warm colors by scattered light.

"That's good."

After waiting for a while, a girl stood at home and listened to the boy's heavy breathing with a pestle. It took a long time to gradually understand what was going on. A silk thread penetrated her heart, subtle but clear. A huge wound filled with countless "why" was gently stitched, leaving a sour consciousness to hide the blood flowing quickly to the whole body. Just wipe your nose with the back of your hand and you can't stop crying.

I don't know whether I am sad or moved, and I don't need to say it. This early autumn rain, mixed with thrilling speed and uneasy pursuit, completely washed away the impetuousness and noise of summer.

Under the scorching sun, dust was flying on the blackboard in front of the canteen, and it was only after a careful look that it was chalk dust.

Atchoo can only breathe with his mouth open because of a stuffy nose, but dust pours into his lungs. "Don't clean the blackboard like that!"

"You caught a cold in the rain last night. Blame me? " Shannon made a face and enlarged the scope of blackboard cleaning.

The hot air stopped flowing and cicadas suddenly stopped singing. All the noise gathered in the auricle suddenly disappeared like the light gathered by a black hole. Green trees, white flowers, all the colors are blurred, only the girl standing on the stool in the backlight is smiling more and more brightly.

Gao an bowed his head and smiled silently. I don't blame you. Who is it?

Shannon. Once Gao 'an adds the attributive of "good font" and "good at drawing", it is inevitable that he will be caught out of the blackboard newspaper at noon.

"Aye aye. Don't write there. Leave it to me to make lace. "

"You are really lace. I have written so much that I must erase it. You should draw a layout for me first! "

"Also ... Shannon, do you have a pen?" The boy showed an expression of "sorry" to the girl standing on the stool.

"Take you. Lend it to me every time! Look for your' special pen' in my pencil box. "

"But ..." The expression of apology was mentioned again. "There is no pen oil." I shook my pen.

The metal pencil case refracts sunlight, and Shannon shakes her eyes for an instant. Soon after he returned to normal, he got down from the stool. "Look! You used my whole pen! "

"What is stingy? I'll buy you a new one next time. "

"Next time! When did you ever pay me back? ! ! "

"You are so noisy."

"Crows and sparrows! The same as each other. "

"……"

When those hands covered with chalk dust, Shannon's and Gao 'an shook hands, many white and pink flowers fell like elves, and their palms were still cold. The stool creaked.

"Be careful-ah-choo!"

The girl giggled and jumped down from the stool. "Uncle, take care."

Leng for two seconds, looking back, I saw a girl dragging the back of a stool along the campus path. The lines on the wide school uniform outline a thin figure, the skirt is pulled up by the breeze, and the ground is full of broken shadows.

The signatures in the lower right corner of the blackboard next to each other are put together. Stroke by stroke. There are long and short. See things in a blur

A very special game, isn't it?

four

Shanghai is a city lacking snow, but a silent heavy snow suddenly fell on Christmas Eve of Grade Two in senior high school, without warning and in a hurry. If it doesn't snow and you don't have to be on high alert as usual, the festival will be as dull as usual. In Chinese class in the afternoon, Gao An touched Xiang Xiang with his elbow. "It's snowing," he said.

"Nerve, how is it possible?" The girl listened to the class with a smile and her head sideways.

"It's true! Don't believe you. " Boys are stubborn.

"Today is not April Fool's Day." At this point, she turned and looked out of the window to satisfy his little trick. Why not? But I never imagined that it was really snowing outside the window, so big and falling slowly. The sky is heavy lead gray, reflecting the pure white of snowflakes. But the snow is not dense, which is obviously nine Niu Yi hairs for a girl who was born in Jiangnan and longed for it for several years. So she stopped listening and kept facing the window, silently shouting, bigger, it's raining harder.

"I remembered a poem." .

Shannon smiled. "Can you recite poems better than me?"

The boy is extremely proud: "I know you are better than me in this respect, but you haven't heard this song."

"Tell me about it." The girl turned her head back.

"Yellow dog white, white dog swollen, go out a ah, the world is unified. How come? "

Shannon was shocked and smiled and narrowed his eyebrows: "What kind of crooked poem are you?"

At this time, the teacher suddenly called the roll: "Shannon, you answer this question."

Shannon stood up, but she didn't know what to answer. She kept silent and pretended not to. It happened that out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the accumulating snow outside the window. She remembered that "the white dog was swollen" and couldn't help laughing. The teacher was at a loss and quickly asked her to sit down.

Then I still didn't attend class and continued to cheer for the heavy snow outside the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the beautiful gift box in the drawer. Shannon took it out suspiciously and opened it. The CD box contains CD-shaped chocolates. I don't know what technology is used to stamp the color photos. That's a photo of her ballet performance at the military training party. A warm current welled up in my heart.

After class, Gao An sat on the railing of the corridor, and Shannon leaned against the classroom door, embarrassed: "I didn't prepare a gift."

The boy shrugged with an expression of "expectation": "There was no hope. It's a miracle that you can remember today's festival. "

"Hey, it's not so exaggerated." The girl gave each other a look and then exchanged a unique wave. "Oh, forget it. As compensation, you can grant a wish."

"No matter how willful the wish is?" The boy's smile gives a bad feeling.

But the words have been said, and it is stingy to go back on our word now. The girl crustily skin of head nodded.

"Can you be willful again?" Still laughing, repeating, the sense of foreboding deepened a little.

I almost can't help asking "How headstrong is it?" I hesitate to hold my horses.

"Sit beside me."

Unexpectedly, lightning hit the brain from the top of the head.

"Huh?"

"I want you by my side." The boy patted the railing beside him and blinked slowly, waiting for the girl to help him jump up.

"Hey, what a wayward wish this is."

"But I feel willful enough."

"Boring."

The warm atmosphere barely lasted for a few seconds under the construction of heavy snow, but it became a prelude to another trip.

A group of boys are having a snowball fight in the open space downstairs, jumping up and down. Shannon looked back at the busy crowd and felt as if she was steaming all over. The skirt of the school uniform was shaken by the cold wind, and the snow fell on her and melted instantly. She thought, if it is always so good, the snow will never retreat, the frost will never melt, and all the boredom and groans that only belong to summer will never come.

"Hey, are you cold?"

Why is it not cold to wear a thin school uniform skirt? I didn't understand the meaning of Gao 'an dialect, and Shannon didn't respond.

The boy jumped off the railing and simply took off his uniform coat and put it on the girl. "I'm going down to play with them for a while." Eyes subtly changing, eyebrows slightly raised, and a sketch was quickly drawn in Shannon's mind. The clean facial features, like the dawn breaking through the clouds, deeply shine into the memory.

Actually, it may not be that ambiguous. But the warmth of filling blood instantly is almost like the ups and downs of respiration and transpiration, which can't be suppressed.

Like an electric shock, the temperature came from the coat and the temperature of the spine rose rapidly. After many winters, Shannon wore cotton-padded clothes to keep warm. The fire was red, and his hands and face were burnt, but he couldn't warm his back like this winter.

The boy took a few steps and turned back as if to say something. The words got stuck at the tipping point, but he blurted out but couldn't swallow them. Shannon cocked his head, waiting for his article. For a long time, the boy smiled. "Merry Christmas" and then turn around and leave. The girl stared at her back and always felt something was wrong. That's definitely not the sentence.

Touching is only a moment, and the rest of nostalgia and dependence are a beautiful continuation. Throughout high school, Shannon was used to sitting on the railing of the corridor in the same posture, watching how the leaves fell. Every leaf on campus has a completely different trajectory, but eventually it inevitably falls into the dust, a gust of wind passes, several spins and several falls. Sometimes she thinks, is this some kind of metaphor of fate?

When riding home together every day, most of them talk about mutual contempt and ridicule, but they really admire each other. Such contradictory friends will soon be all right.

"I'm going to study agriculture next week. I am looking forward to it. "

The boy looked suspiciously. "Are you going, too?"

"Why can't I go?" It seems that I have repeated countless rhetorical questions in front of others, but I still feel a little discouraged when I ask him.

"I have been in school for two years, but I am still lost. What if you get lost in a strange place? " Reasonable concern.

"... getting lost in school can only show that the architectural design of the school is too poor! "

The boy squinted at her and sneered twice: "The design of the agricultural base will only be worse."

When the green light flashed, the boys crossed the road before the red light, but they had to stop and wait because the girls were honestly stuck by the yellow light.

Time passed by, and Gao An and Xia Nuo held their bicycles on their feet and faced each other across a road. The line of sight is sometimes blocked by passing buses, and the extended distance makes the boys finally notice the broad background behind the girls, so when the other party Yu Nu didn't have to catch up with him by bike, he failed to continue the previous topic successfully, but tightened the breakpoint with a heartfelt sigh of "The sky is beautiful".

"Huh?" The girl was at a loss after the accident.

After a few seconds, I finally reacted and looked up, only to feel the dull pain of my heart being hit hard by something. This time it is more like a real tide, with layers of desolation.

Thin blue overlapping, from the distant horizon at a slow speed ups and downs, pulse after pulse.

It's still thick when it's far away, and it soon fades when it's dizzy. Clouds as light as fog are stained with faint ambiguous colors. It seems that the wind melts when it blows.

Blue is a nebula that erupts from a certain point and gradually fades from the depths to the skin in a continuous way in the pupil.

Until a salty smell rose in the air, sadness penetrated into my heart.

After the sun ebbs carelessly, the dark red afterglow is completely swallowed up by the rolling clouds, the sunset turns into a trance-like blue, and the coastline twists and turns gradually clear, mixed with hot and salty fog, which is another climax.

For a long time, I thought the sunset only belonged to my own world, but I never thought about waiting a little longer to see what was hidden behind the red.

I simply think that I have waited too long, so long that I have almost forgotten my original intention. I vomit every day, thinking that I can be happy. In fact, I should have understood that I can't be friends with him. No, I don't want to. I don't want to be just friends with him.