South Yi Shan [1]

After a long time, I read a sentence, as long as I think of the saddest thing in my life, the petals swirling all over Nanshan. -inscription

In fact, I had an impression on Jiang Yuecheng a long time ago.

He is thin, his school uniform is always loose, his face is cold, but he is peaceful. On the day of the new semester in senior three, everyone moved their new books into the classroom. He walked towards the classroom with a lot of things in his arms, and I hit him recklessly.

This is also a classic scene in TV series, but the protagonists are all dropping snow-like test papers, waiting for me with a dictionary only five centimeters thick.

The instep was smashed black and blue, and the school doctor's office has not opened yet. Jiang Yuecheng drove me to a nearby drugstore and bought Yunnan Baiyao spray. I wanted to pay him, but he looked like, "No, take it. Besides, you don't have enough money. "

His tone doesn't sound like a joke. My hand, which I was going to push, froze in the air and said, "Well, thank you."

He waved and rode away. I saw that his skirts were blown by the wind, and the outline of his side face was clear and sharp, and my heart suddenly panicked. I can't believe this man's face looks familiar.

Just as I was thinking about how to get back to school, Jiang Yuecheng's car flashed out of an alley behind me: "Do you want to go together?"

I nodded quickly and limped into the back seat: "I can't see that you are still very enthusiastic."

He didn't speak, but the car suddenly wobbled.

At the school gate, he hesitated and finally said, "Actually, I just got lost."

Lost? I can't help laughing in my heart. This road is a normal north-south direction, and there is only one road. Maybe some people are born with a bad sense of direction. I went back to the classroom to think. My best friend Jiang is lying on the railing, looking at the leaving figure. She looked at me with a strange look: "Hey, there are new lovers on the first day of school?"

I pointed angrily at my injured foot: "This is obviously a disaster from heaven!" " "

By the time I finished my tragic experience, Jiang was laughing to death.

Zhou Siming has just returned from playing in the playground, and his tone is full of sighs and complexity: "Tong Jiajia, I didn't expect that I still overestimated your IQ."

I stared at him and muttered in a low voice. The expression on her face finally became tense and her eyes narrowed.

For an instant, I suddenly remembered that boy just now. Compared with Zhou Siming, he is as gentle as an angel. Unfortunately, I don't even know his name. I think, maybe the fate between many people is only enough for them to meet and can't support the farther future.

At that time, I didn't understand time and distance, time and fate. In my innocent youth, I am laughing at you.

So naturally missed the first casual encounter, but also missed the narrative as light as a sigh.

When I was young, Hejiang was everywhere. However, the two closest people around me were born wrong. President Jiang said "heartless" and immediately responded to her "heartless"

General manager Jiang said that I have an unusual tolerance, and I always want to deny it at once. Jiang just looked at me with a smile and said, "I didn't force you to admit it. What are you excited about? "

I was tongue-tied, and finally I could only be silent. Speaking of it, Zhou Siming's love life is actually quite colorful. Young boys will probably be like this. They like to see beautiful girls, and they are easy to like the new and hate the old. Not disappointed, sometimes breaking up is quite festive. There is a junior who is one level lower than us. After breaking up with him, she recognized him as her brother, and often discussed with him when she encountered emotional problems and cried together.

Today, after school, Jiang and I went to see him, and when we saw my junior's expression of pear blossom with rain, we hurried out to comfort his primary school sister.

The sky is dyed deep or light red by fiery red clouds, and the wind is always particularly gentle at this time.

Jiang and I were walking aimlessly on the boulevard when she suddenly asked me, "Would you like to?"

I paused and said, "What?"

Her eyes are very sharp, mixed with unspeakable pity: "Zhou Siming sunshine is handsome, and it is also very special for you. I don't understand why you always have to help him chase girls and help him clean up, and you have to be a green turtle! "

I was amused by her metaphor, but she didn't mean to laugh at all. I was silent for a while and said, "Zhou Siming is my ... cousin, not related by blood."

She looked at my face as if she wanted to ask something, but she closed her mouth silently. It took her a long time to answer, "I see."

The focus was blurred by me. For example, I am a child adopted by Zhou Siming's aunt from an orphanage. I don't know if I like the feeling of Zhou Siming. All I know is that I hate him appearing in front of me with those girls, and our private time is occupied by others. I even made some tricks to cause their misunderstanding or even break up.

Then Zhou Siming and junior walked out of the classroom and waved goodbye. The girl suddenly ran back and gave him a hug. He is holding a basketball in his hand, squinting and smiling, with an innocent face.

Jiang whispered something, but I didn't catch it clearly. The girl across the street heard it and quarreled with Jiang.

Ginger loves her mouth, but this girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Jiang cherishes Ming's obvious disadvantage in the dispute between the two girls. Her angry body is shaking, and I feel very distressed. Finally, I came forward to protect her. I said to Zhou Siming, "I don't mind your falling in love, but don't skip the evening study, otherwise …" I paused. "I will tell my aunt and uncle to stop your credit card."

I didn't want to threaten him, but in desperation, I provoked the dignity of an adolescent boy in the most stupid way. He was obviously short of breath, with sarcasm in his eyes, and said slowly, "Tong Jiajia, where are you standing?"

I am too embarrassed to speak.

He looked at me sarcastically. "Or do you think you can control me for a lifetime through my parents' mouths? "? Has anyone ever told you that this will only make people hate it from the bottom of their hearts? "

"Siming, I didn't ..."

My words came to an abrupt end in his back, but those gloomy emotions accumulated slowly in his heart and did not disperse after many years.

The conflict ended hastily that day, and my relationship with Zhou Siming entered a long-term stalemate. For a long time, I didn't say a word.

However, the years have not stopped. Three years have passed, and our high school life has finally come to an end in those little thoughts that no one knows.

In the final freeze-frame photo, Jiang and I stood by my side one after another, but I didn't notice it at that time. I don't know from which moment, I have drawn a line with him and isolated from each other.

Maybe it's not that I didn't realize it, but I don't want to admit it.

When I was in college, I went to Jiang, a foreign country. Zhou Siming and I stayed here, but we went to different schools. I am in Z University, and he is in science and engineering.

On the day of parting, I cried in my arms with Jiang He. We all have a dark past, and we are all people who snuggle up to each other for warmth. Nobody can understand what we mean to each other.

This separation made me depressed for a long time, and I saw Jiang Yuecheng again one month after school started.

At that time, it happened that the student union was recruiting people, and all the societies were desperately recruiting people. My roommate said that she was going to get the form of the Photography Association, but she disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye, leaving me sitting in the last row alone, playing with my mobile phone.

At this time, there was a man sitting next to me. I turned my head and looked at it. I thought the handsome guy in white T and glasses looked familiar.

His forehead is a little sweaty. When he saw me looking at him, he took off his bag and smiled: "What?"

I hesitated for a moment, then said wryly, "I just think ... you look familiar." Just like a person I know ... "

Unexpectedly, he nodded: "I think so, too."

I froze, but subconsciously I felt that his words didn't sound like a joke.

"How's your foot?" He suddenly asked with a smile on his lips.

Like a crack, his face overlapped with Jun Qing's sharp face in my memory, and I blurted out, "Is that you?"

He put his hands around his shoulders and smiled from his deep eyebrows: "Do you recognize it?"

I smiled and said, "It's hard not to be impressed with such a face."

He had a stack of forms in his hand and a black camera bag around his neck. I asked curiously, "Are you from the Photography Association?"

"Yes, are you interested?" He pulled me forward without hesitation. "Come on, don't wait, I'll take you to fill out the form."

I tried to refuse, but he pulled me forward involuntarily.

Think about it, it's probably a kind of luck to meet someone I once knew in college.

Shortly thereafter, this was the first activity in the meeting. It coincides with Christmas, the campus is crowded, and many students with active brains are selling safe fruits at roadside stalls.

I was walking around in high spirits when I met Jiang, who was very happy with a SLR. He came over to greet me, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Gaga, I want to shoot a group of Christmas posters with people like me." Can you do me a favor? "

He was wearing a light dark blue down jacket with clear eyes and looked elegant in the cold wind. I was inexplicably nervous and made a lame joke: "Is it a commercial poster? Meet in half. "

He paused and smiled in a low voice. "No problem."

"Hey, you, don't take it seriously, I'm kidding."

He just smiled at me and said nothing more.

In the cold wind, I posed in various positions, and he was not far away with invincible rabbit, absorbed in it. After filming, we went back. I wanted to see the sample, but he held it tightly in his hand and had no intention of handing it to me at all.

Go to the dormitory quickly. I am still glancing at the equipment in his hand: "Hey, it's hard to be a model!" I don't want you to pay me. Is it okay to look at the samples? "

He hesitated for a moment, and I smiled. Unexpectedly, he suddenly took out a beautifully packaged Ping An fruit from his backpack: "Here you are."

There seems to be fireworks exploding at the bottom of my heart, and the smile on my mouth is getting bigger and bigger. It is just an apple, but it makes me feel inexplicably happy. I don't understand why, but I vaguely don't want to go into it.

He stared at me for half a ring and smiled. At the end of Xuebei Road, he pressed his hat brim and waved to me. After a long walk, I turned around and found him still standing in the same place, looking down at the camera in his hand. In the flickering light, his face was a little blurred, and my heart suddenly felt weightless, accompanied by an unspeakable taste.

During my college years, I seldom saw Zhou Siming. Occasionally sigh that time is really the greatest magician, and the once passionate teenager has gradually become rational and mature.

When the outline of another person gradually became clear in my mind, I was a little scared to find that the word Zhou Siming was in my heart, and it seemed that it could no longer make waves.

He came to see me at school several times. I used to hide not far away, watching him kick the stones on the road bored, and sometimes I looked thoughtfully at the window of my dormitory, but I didn't rush in to find me as before.

At that moment, my mood was unusually calm. It turns out that we all grew up unconsciously.

Jiang always said that I have a strange tolerance. Maybe she is right.

I think I will never forget my thoughts in the orphanage. He smiled and said to his adoptive mother, "Aunt, I like this sister." Before, he happened to see some older children with bad behavior blocking me in the corner, punching and kicking.

In that gloomy past, he was a sudden light. At the moment when he reached out his hand, there might be only fleeting pity, but I was so grateful and afraid that I lost all my choices and principles.

He is the only descendant of the adoptive mother by blood. His adoptive mother always asks him tentatively, "Will Gaga marry you later?"

What did he say?

"Who knows what will happen in the future?" He was lounging on the sofa, looking absent-minded. I hid behind the bedroom door, and the temperature in my heart slowly changed from hot to cold.

Yeah, who knows.