Chapter 140 Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Sweethearts

"What's this!"

"postcard."

Park swings, boys and girls.

She held the card and turned it over curiously.

"There are still words!"

She recognized the boy's note.

The turns are sharp and the body is slender, just like a boy, tall and thin.

Use the ballpoint pen to write deeply, and in turn you can see obvious marks on the back.

"Let me take a look."

The girl on the swing said this, kicking and kicking in a pair of white strappy sandals. The liveliness of the adolescent girl was so full that it almost overflowed, and the surrounding air was filled with a faint fragrance.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

She raised her head and looked at the boy pretending to be angry.

"I'm going to read it!"

"Okay, okay!"

The boy retracted his gaze from Wangyun and looked at her with a slight smile.

"You read and I listen."

"That's pretty much it."

The girl snorted.

She coughed, picked up the postcard, and read the text with the emotion of a primary school student.

"Have the simplest life and the most distant dream."

"Even if it's freezing tomorrow, the horse will die on the long journey."

The girl nodded seriously.

"Not bad."

"It seems it's still your QQ signature."

Suddenly remembered.

"How do I remember that Haizi's poem was not written like this?"

"The Year of Seven Pansy."

The boy explained to her.

"Haizi's poems are different. This is a sentence from the book "The Bed Is the Tomb of Youth" written in the year of Qi Jin."

"The Year of Seven Pansy."

The girl thought for a while.

"She seems to be about the same age as us and is already writing a book. It's really amazing."

"yes."

"By the way, let me ask you."

"When will the TOEFL test be taken?"

"Two more months."

said the boy.

"I really can't bear to go abroad."

"I feel sad about spring and autumn again."

The girl dislikes him.

"Stay here and think about the distance."

“I can’t bear to leave the country soon.”

"You are actually a difficult young master."

The boy smiled helplessly.

His Qingxiu eyebrows are so pretty.

"Have no idea."

He said.

"This is me."

Yes, there is no way.

This is him.

Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts.

How good, how good.

I remember it was a sunny spring.

The grass is growing and the orioles are flying, the spring is coming, and the swallows are returning under the eaves.

Similar words seem to be born to describe such days.

Make people happy.

He sat on the railing, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

"What are you looking at? You are so fascinated!"

The girl was good at waving her hands in front of his eyes.

"My great poet!"

The boy smiled helplessly.

"Far away."

He said.

"Look into the distance."

"oh oh."

The girl sat next to him.

The smell of shampoo floats quietly in the air.

It's warm and sweet, the kind of smell that makes people sleepy.

Sometimes boys also think like poets.

Suppose one day he becomes blind.

Just smell this.

You should be able to say "oh" too.

"It's you, Xiaoya."

Just like that old movie from the last century.

Know a woman by smell.

No, it is really inappropriate to use the word "woman" on Xiaoya.

the boy thought.

A girl should be used.

A girl who is as bright as sunflowers.

His girl held the complete works of Zhang Ailing on her lap, took out the maple leaf bookmark, and continued reading.

It was quiet for a long time.

The boy squinted his eyes, basking in the sun and feeling sleepy.

"This paragraph is really well written."

The girl's eyes were red.

The boy shook his head with a smile and took out a tissue.

"Clean."

The girl blew her nose.

Said dully.

"Let me read you a paragraph."

The boy smiled and agreed.

She read the sentences about love by the literati of that era in a crying voice.

The boy glanced at the horizon.

Another look at the girl.

He smiled faintly.

"Hey, hey!"

"Um?"

"I'm done reading!"

"Tell me, is it well written? Isn't it!"

The boy assumes the pose of a thinker.

"I think so."

He nodded.

"Not as good as Lu Xun's writing."

"Talking nonsense!"

The girl was angry.

"Look, Zhang Ailing's writing is so beautiful."

Whenever this happens, the boy will shut up with experience and just keep nodding, using body language to fully express, "Auntie, you are right."

There is no other way. It is the stupidest thing in the world to reason with a girl who is sure about something.

But you just described Zhang Ailing in such a serious manner.

the boy thought.

It's really beautiful.

Although this time he seemed to be convinced.

But look, next time, if the girl asks with Zhang Ailing's text, he will definitely get another sentence.

"Not as good as Lu Xun."

The logic lies here.

From the boy's perspective, how could Zhang Ailing compare with Lu Xun?

Not to mention the national justice and the backbone of the nation.

Just make his girl cry every time she reads the text written by Zhang Ailing.

The boy refused.

So I don't like it.

That's how they are.

Growing up, the two children dug earthworms together.

Bought marbles.

Hopscotch with red bricks at sunset.

I excitedly ran to the fields to catch frogs.

Of course, boys also fought with other bad boys over girls.

I got two bumps on my head and ran home, quietly smearing my head with vegetable oil for fear of letting my parents see it.

Later they went to the same middle school.

And high school.

At early six in the morning, a boy in blue and white school uniforms rode a bicycle and parked under her building.

"Xiaoya!"

He pulled the bell twice.

"Come on, come on!"

The girl rushed out the door, shouted to him twice, held chopsticks in her hands, and ran back to drink porridge in a hurry.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and took out a small book. On it were the English words and classical Chinese that he had recently been asked to recite, as well as the sentences and lyrics he had excerpted.

"Set off!"

The girl sat on the back seat of the bicycle with her schoolbag in her arms.

"Ride slower!"

"Okay auntie."

"I understand, mom, just go back!"

Under the watch of the year-round woman, the bicycle disappeared into the morning mist of the town.

"Here you go."

A small hand slipped into the pocket of the boy's jacket.

He put down a round object and quickly moved away.

The girl shook her feet happily. They were canvas shoes hand-painted by the boy. Above were the azure sea under the clouds and the red-roofed wooden houses on the beach.

Girl's sixteenth birthday gift.

She fell in love with him at first sight, and even cried and complained about the boy.

"Why do you draw so beautifully?"

"I can't even bear to wear it!"

The boy was really pissed off by this stupid girl.

But there is no way.

Who said this is his girl?

was all he could say.

"Don't worry, get dressed."

"If you like."

"I'll draw two more pairs for you."

The girl looked back and forth at the canvas shoes.

And the red-roofed cabin on the beach.

The trousers of the school uniform were neatly rolled up, revealing her white ankles.

She laughed and laughed happily.

The boy knew what she had put in her pocket without touching it.

"Give me the uneaten boiled eggs again."

He said.

"I don't like eggs."

"Be careful what Auntie says about you."

"Just don't say it."

The boy sighed.

He heard the girl in the back seat laughing triumphantly.

He mumbled helplessly.

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

"Speaking of it, you."

the girl called him.

"Um?"

"How about growing your hair long?"

"My hair is already very long."

"It's uncomfortable. I mean, long hair that can be tied up."

The girl gestured.

"I will tie your ponytail every day, okay?"

The boy thought for a moment.

He shook his head repeatedly.

He really couldn't imagine himself with long hair.

"do not."

He made a random excuse.

"Old Sun from the Political and Education Department will definitely kill me."

"That's right."

The girl was convinced.

He breathed a sigh of relief, escaping a disaster, escaping a disaster.

Sure enough, Lao Sun's reputation is that he is easy to use.

"it's a pity."

The girl is unhappy.

"Obviously you are so good at painting, but you still can't grow your hair long. The more I think about it, the angrier I get."

"draw……"

The boy sounded hesitant.

"Is there any necessary connection with long hair?"

"You don't even know this!"

The girl shouted with a "Oh my God, there are people who haven't heard of Jay Chou" style.

"Thankfully you're still an art major!"

"I'm so disappointed!"

"Do you understand artists? Artists!"

“All artists wear ponytails!”

"How fun, no, I mean how classy!

She fluttered her hands and feet indignantly, and the bicycle twisted around, threatening to topple over at any time.

The boy finally managed to hold the car steady and avoided the tragic death of two great flowers of the motherland. It was really a blessing.

"Almost died."

"It's not that exaggerated."

"What do you think?"

"Well I was wrong."

The girl shrank her neck and sat down calmly, like a lady.

"That, later."

she said quietly.

"How about growing your hair long in the future?"

"You seem to be very persistent?"

"Because of curiosity."

"And if you say it, it will definitely look good in a ponytail."

"That's it."

The boy said something ambiguous.

The girl perseveres.

"Okay, okay?"

"no way."

said the boy.

"At least, let's wait until we go to college."

"oh oh."

The girl nodded happily.

"That `s a deal!"

"Um."

The bike rides and rides and rides and rides.

the boy suddenly asked.

"Can you tie a ponytail?"

"certainly!"

The girl answered decisively.

"Don't worry, I can do ponytails professionally!"

"I promise to keep your long hair neat. If one hair gets messy, I will, I will."

She gritted her teeth.

"I'll wash your socks for a month!"

The boy smiled lightly.

He spoke softly at a volume that only he could hear.

"Then I can't bear it."

Boys are very different.

That's the kind of thing that's different from other peers.

At that time, youth idol dramas were popular, and all the handsome boys on TV had better-looking hair than the girls. Students on campus followed suit. Every Monday, Lao Sun from the Political and Education Department would arrest people from classrooms to see who had slightly longer hair. If it was ordered, strange, or hot, Lao Sun would carry the person's ears out and stand against the wall for the entire morning.

Every time I went to a boy's class, I had to make a few people stand in front of me. At the end, I had to praise the boy a few times, saying how nice this classmate's hair was, how energetic he was, how handsome he was, and that everyone should learn from him.

Girls are used to it.

From a young age, boys have always been liked by their teachers.

He had good academic performance and could sing and draw. At the New Year's Day party, he sang "Intimate Love" alone on the huge stage with his guitar, looking affectionate. The next day, the desk was filled with love letters. The boy was in a dilemma and opened them. If it doesn't go well, the girl will be angry, and if she doesn't remove it, she will feel inexplicably guilty.

He is like this, always thinking about others and rarely thinking about himself.

"What do you want to do in the future?"

Girls occasionally ask him this.

"I do not know."

The boy thought.

“The future always feels like it’s very far away.”

"Tell me about it."

"Just say whatever you want."

"Well, whatever you say..."

The boy drew out his voice.

"If possible, I would like to go to many places."

"I want to sketch in Pigeon Square in front of the church at dusk."

“Draw the silhouette of a church in the sunset.”

"I also want to draw a couple kissing under the Oriental Pearl Tower."

"A small island in a huge sea of ​​people."

"Anyway."

The boy smiled.

"They are all unrealistic ideas."

"Very interesting!"

The girl's eyes sparkled.

"me and you togather!"

"I know how to play the flute. When the time comes, I'll find a place to put my hat and stand there and play. After saving enough money, we can continue walking, one city after another."

The girl said longingly.

"How wonderful."

The boy scratched her nose.

"It's very hard."

"I'm not afraid!"

"Seriously, compared to this."

said the boy.

"Let's find a strange city, or open a small store in a while. As long as the income can support our monthly expenses, we can sell anything."

"flower shop!"

The girl interrupted excitedly.

"good."

The boy agreed.

"The second-hand store that sells CDs is also good. If there are no customers, we can still listen to CDs for a day. I also have two very good cellos at home!"

"also."

"Where's the bookstore! How about the bookstore! I like the smell of old books!"

"It's up to you."

The boy said softly.

"Any store is fine."

"We don't want to be rich and powerful."

"Don't stand out either."

"Every day we open the shop, close the shop, cook, eat, and in the evening we read or draw together in the study."

"By the way, there are sunflowers!"

said the girl.

"We're going to plant a big field of sunflowers."

"Sunflower."

The boy thought for a moment.

"It will be very troublesome to buy a piece of land."

The girl's face fell instantly.

"It's really disappointing!"

she said to the boy.

"Do you know how to be romantic? Do you know how to exaggerate?"

"Besides, even if there is no land, plastic bottles can't be grown!"

"plastic bottle?"

said the boy.

"Is it the plastic bottle left over from the drink?"

"Uh-huh!"

The girl nodded.

"Just like what Sanmao wrote in the story of Sahara."

“Making furniture out of discarded trash.”

"What an interesting thing."

"It's also very romantic, isn't it?"

"We pick up the plastic bottles that are just thrown in the corner, clean them, and then use them to plant flowers."

"Plastic bottles will also be happy."

"Um."

The boy nodded.

"Will do."

The boy passed TOEFL.

They began to prepare for going abroad.

At the same time, the girl is also preparing for the exam.

There was a grade difference between them, and they made an appointment. The boy would go abroad first and wait for her there.

"I'll write to you."

He said.

"Don't forget to call."

The girl reminded.

They sat at a street barbecue stall.

This is a rare occasion, and everything the girl sees feels novel.

They talked a lot.

The girl repeatedly told me what to pay attention to when going abroad.

Pay attention to your meals, don't forget breakfast, don't stay up late, take Lao Gan Ma with you, use this if you are not used to the food there.

The boy agreed one by one.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the barbecue stall.

The two of them looked over.

Several gangsters gathered around a table of three girls.

Without saying a word, the boy picked up the bench and rushed over.

The girl burst into tears.

This idiot is trying to be a hero, and you, a skinny student, are fighting, and you don’t even think about whether you succeeded!

Sure enough, in the end the boy came back with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Fortunately, the three girls took advantage of the chaos and escaped.

The gangster found it boring and walked away.

The girl breathed on his face distressedly and carefully applied the medicine.

Every time he touched a wound, the boy would show his teeth and grin. There was no pain, just the flesh on his face would twitch.

"You're stupid!"

The girl patted his thigh distressedly.

The boy didn't say anything, just grinned.

"but,"

The girl muttered.

"Quite handsome."

The boy just heyed twice.

"sorry."

He said.

"There won't be a next time."

The girl warned him fiercely.

Finally, he went abroad.

The girl started going to and from school alone.

She started to memorize English words hard.

Get ready for the TOEFL.

I only think of him occasionally when I'm tired.

The girl took out a stack of postcards.

Read the boy's notes above one by one.

His face seemed to jump before his eyes.

"are you OK?"

The girl wrote to him all night long.

It was an era where you had to wait for seconds to make a phone call.

Thoughts can only be conveyed through letter paper.

But, paper is short but love is long-lasting.

Even if I wrote a letter all night, I couldn't finish what was in my heart.

So I thought about it even more.

Until, those days.

The network administrator girl sitting in the dark closed her eyes gently.

She didn't want to remember.

That's a nightmare.

It was a maze that she could not get out of for many years.

Can't find exit.

The colorful memories gradually dimmed.

Become black and white.

The lively girl who always laughed locked herself in her room.

Her back was against the door of the room.

I heard my father and mother talking in lowered voices.

But how can I suppress the excitement.

"Call the police, call the police, what's the use of calling the police!"

said the man.

"Isn't it a shame?"

The girl's heart felt like a knife had been inserted.

But I can no longer feel the pain.

She refused to go to school.

Refusing to go out.

Even, refused to leave the room.

Mom brought food and knocked on her door again and again.

The girl hugged her knees and stared into the darkness, motionless.

Mom sighed and put down her meal.

When no one was around, the girl opened the door and silently ate the food that had gone cold.

Then put it back at the door.

She refused to talk to the boy.

Don't write to him.

I don't even read the letters he sent.

The girl seemed to hear someone laughing at herself in the dark.

Laughing in a vicious tone.

She held the knife, holding it to her wrist.

Still not dead.

When she woke up in the hospital, the white ceiling almost drove her crazy. It was not until she drew the curtains and closed the door to block out the light that she felt better.

A psychiatrist also visited her.

"It's depression."

The doctor told my mother.

"Has your daughter suffered any huge psychological trauma?"

Later, the girl put on a purple wristband.

She had insomnia all night long.

He didn't fall asleep until dawn.

Life is meaningless.

While planning the next ending.

The boy is back.

He should obviously go to school.

But he's back.

Appeared downstairs to the girl.

Like countless others in the past.

The boy called her name.

"Xiaoya!"

She silently peeked at him through the gap in the curtains.

Send messages on your mobile phone.

said the girl.

"She's dead."

Through the gap in the curtain, the girl could see the boy's swaying figure.

Then came the message from the other party.

"No, Xiaoya is not dead."

The girl throws away her phone.

She hugged her knees and curled up.

not talking.

The boy was standing downstairs in her house, sending messages over and over again.

From dusk to night.

From night to dawn.

Mom went down to persuade him to leave.

The boy stubbornly refused to leave.

His name is no longer Xiaoya.

Just send a message.

But the girl doesn't look.

Its daybreak.

The boy took one last look at her window.

"Good night."

He sent a message.

Said good night at dawn.

Then turned and left.

The girl watched his back go away.

Tears streaming down my face.

PS: There will be an additional update at 8pm.

I haven’t written in detail about the girl’s transformation.

But where the space is left blank, everyone can imagine it themselves.

It’s easier for everyone to accept it and don’t think too much.

That’s it, I’ll add an update tonight, and I’ll try to add an update tomorrow to wrap up the first volume.