The Dragon Eight at the Funeral-Pomegranate Flower

When pomegranate blooms, there will be a cool breeze climbing from ankle to leg, and the flowers are still more urgent than people, so it can bloom early to attract people and do things to carry on the family line. At this time, the library seems deserted, and there are still two months before the final exam. No one is in a hurry to read those ugly textbooks. If they can sit there all afternoon, they are probably asleep, and the borrowed books will inevitably be scolded by the aunt of the library manager.

He really can't sit down The textbook of advanced mathematics spread out in front of him. He has been sitting here since noon, but he hasn't turned a chapter yet. The words in the book seem to have thorns, and the gaps between words are more lasting than the black broken lines. There are notes carefully taken in class in the blank, but these scrawled handwriting can't bring him any hints now, and red handwriting can't save his bad reaction to this knowledge.

Now that he is a freshman for half a semester, he has also realized what it is like to "study" in college. From euphoria to disappointment to strangeness, he couldn't recognize himself in senior three a year ago. No one thought of "getting out of the mud without getting stained", but he scooped the lotus root into the blender together with the mud in the pond and sealed his wound with this paste. He can often remember the feeling that the sun shone on himself through the thick leaves on the first day when he stepped into this school. He knows nothing about electrical engineering, but his mind is full of "the future can be expected" Now he laughs at himself as a fool who knows nothing, but he is already "the future can end", afraid of the passage of this time and the things he has been looking forward to for 20 years.

He lights up his mobile phone in his notebook, and it will be five o'clock in 12 minutes. The sunshine outside has been doped with a little more yellow, so it is no longer aggressive. He closed the book and plunged into his schoolbag, regretting that he had brought so many things back. He drank a big glass of water, but he just scanned a dozen pages and couldn't swallow it. When I left the library gate, I hadn't decided where to go. I stood on tiptoe and let my eyes stand in the oblique light. I can slowly see the pomegranate trees in the garden in front of the door begin to bloom and insert in the dark green leaves. He went to the pomegranate tree, which was not tall and had few flowers, but was full of flowers and bones. He remembered that he lived in his hometown in the summer vacation when he was a child. Grandma told him that there were not many pears in Xiaoshu, but they were the biggest and sweetest, and he was lazy when he was older. He reached out and touched the sepals of pomegranate flowers. The thick wax tried to suck his fingers in. He held the calyx with his whole hand, but he didn't pull it down. It's beautiful. Keep your grades!

Looking up for too long, his arm is heavy. He carefully sat on the steps behind him-it happened to be the shade of pomegranate trees, with his schoolbag directly beside him, with his arms up and his defocused eyes looking around. The weather is not hot, Liao Chong is still wearing pants, just showing his ankles and waiting for summer, but the girls at school don't quite agree. At this five o'clock, people who are in a hurry to eat have begun to walk to the restaurant one after another. All the girls on the road put on skirts, not only ankles, calves, but even knees. In the cool season, the beating white legs are as biting as the occasional cold wind, and there are slender ones.

"Move over there and make room for me!" A girl's voice exploded overhead, and Liao impulsively moved his ass. She spread out a draft beside her, sat down rudely, pulled up her miniskirt, covered her knees and wore opaque plaid.

She is Liao Chong's senior sister, and she went to promote the Student Union when he was still in military training. In order to delay more time without training, she communicated with this Gu Xuejie for nearly an afternoon and even exchanged WeChat. However, he didn't join the student union afterwards. After apologizing to Gu, this communication only stayed on the Internet.

"Sit here and watch girls?" Gu hugged her knee with a round arm, turned around and asked him out of the corner of his eye, leaving his tied hair behind, but there were still a few strands scattered on his cheek and stuck to his sticky lips when he spoke.

Liao Chong's eyes only focused on her senior's lips. "No, just look around." "Don't believe it, you must be looking at that girl with a good one-step skirt over there." Liao Chong looked down at the chin provoked, only to see a boy in shorts passing by, which aroused laughter next to him.

"Hey, senior, you're teasing me again." Liao Chong turned his head, looked at her senior and smiled back, and found that her figure was what she called "very good", and her thin body was full of breasts, much like the common harvest scene when he was a child. The senior laughed enough and then bounced back to Liao Chong's face, pulling the hair stuck to the corners of his mouth to the back of his head. "I'm looking at pomegranate flowers." Liao Chong pointed to the branches and leaves above her head. The senior opened his mouth and raised his head. She saw the pomegranate flower mentioned by Liao Chong, and the intense crimson even dripped into her eyes.

"I finally know why I said pomegranate skirt. It looks really like it. " Gu Shaoting still didn't lower his head, so he stared at the pomegranate flower and asked, "Whose pomegranate skirt did you fall in love with?"

Liao Chong lowered his head and his eyes were out of focus again. No, no.

Gu stood up and patted the dust on her skirt. Compared with tender calf leather, plaid is rough in texture. She raised her hands, her chest was high, her white shirt was full, and she looked down at Liao Chong.

"Go, eat!"

Next chapter: alcohol and tobacco