Chapter 10 Chapter 7 The Beginning of the End you are my summerday love

In the farthest place from summer, that is our hometown. There is always no wind, and the sunlight changes angles and flows through the clouds. In the field of vision is the abandoned military airport, no pedestrians, only empty rice fields. Telephone poles above the head held hands one black and one white, and the sky was blue and moist. After many, many years, we may return to this place and walk through the corridors of the year again. Sitting back on the chair in the classroom, he gently stroked the graffiti on the table. It turns out that we really can't take anything with us except memories.

With whom to meet, with whom fleeting time. I really have no way out, sadness makes me look so powerless and small.I'm not the kind of girl who would give up a whole box of candies because of one sour candy, so I won't just guard myself like a jade for Lu Chuanzi, just like he won't give up those women who can support him for me.We seemed to each other the only accomplices in the world.We never thought about breaking up with each other, and we never thought about breaking up with someone who could do us good.Probably, only we who are like this can accept each other who are so sad.

——Excerpt from Quotations by Qi Nuoqiao The corridors of the hospital are always narrow and stretch forward continuously, like a tunnel leading to an unknown land, too far away to find its end.So, can it be considered that the end point is also the starting point? The smell of disinfectant strongly irritated the mucous membranes in the nostrils. An indescribable emptiness enveloped the top of the head, and then spread to the whole body, even every insignificant cell. It seems that you can lose your way and lose yourself at any time. Like a huge labyrinth of indifference. So icy. So terrible.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when Su Banxia rushed to Beimu Hospital. She almost flew towards the third floor. Occasionally, a nurse would yell dissatisfiedly behind her, "What are you running, you are not allowed to run in the hospital", but she seemed to be unable to hear it. However, when she finally found Mo Fanlu, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly. At the end of the corridor where "mortuary" was written, Mo Fanlu sat on the bench with a blank face. He quietly looked at the woman who was pushed into the "mortuary". He looked at her pale and bloodless body on the stretcher. Tears flowed down his face.And beside him, holding his arm tightly all the time was a girl with curly brown hair. She covered her mouth and sobbed, her shoulders were constantly shaking and undulating.

Su Banxia looked at him and her, but he and she couldn't see her. There was sore liquid accumulating in the eyes, Su Banxia blinked hard to keep herself from crying.She didn't know what she could do for him at this moment, there were already people around him who could support him, so it seemed so redundant for her to rush here. Su Banxia looked at Mo Fanlu's thin back from a distance, and moved the corners of her mouth in pain, maybe he would never see what she said behind him. However, the memories clearly remembered Su Banxia's voice at this moment. She said: I'm sorry.

Sorry sorry sorry, really really sorry. Time slipped by like a soft silk, the whole world was so quiet, only Su Banxia was left alone.She looked at the end of the corridor, but Mo Fanlu was nowhere to be seen. She seemed to hear the sound of the clock ticking away in a trance. The traffic lights staggered and flickered above her head. She walked out of the hospital and walked on the road full of traffic and crowds. The figures in a hurry swirled in front of her eyes, like a raging river, surging endlessly. with. I don't know how long it has been. Su Banxia walked back to the downstairs of her home, the blood-red sunset hung in the sky, staining her sight red.

She slowly raised her head and saw Ke Jiang standing under the attic of her home. She saw him running towards her with a face full of joy, and hugged her, and her excited shout was heard: "Ban Xia, she promised me, she promised me—" "What?" Su Banxia was stunned. Ke Jiang let go of her, smiling as clear and innocent as a child, "Zhiwei, she said she is willing to break up with Lu Chuanzi, she said she is willing to come to my place and be with me!" Su Banxia's eyes widened immediately, she stared fixedly at Ke Jiang's face, her mind was buzzing.She stiffly squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying at him, lowered her head and said in a daze: "Really, that's great, then congratulations."

"What's wrong with you?" Ke Jiang asked a little nervously. The corners of Su Banxia's mouth drooped suddenly, and a few drops of dark water splashed down on the ground, smudged on the cold stone ground.She raised her hand and rubbed her red eyes vigorously, said "it's nothing, I'm happy", and began to sob and cry. When Sang Ran returned to the hospital, Su Banxia was nowhere to be seen.He only saw Mo Fanlu sitting on the bench, looking at the closed "mortuary" without saying a word.Holding the instant noodles in his hands, Qi Nuoqiao kept talking to him, "Fan Lu, please eat some, I beg you, okay".Sang Ran looked at everything in front of him, his heart sank suddenly, he quickly walked over, glanced at Mo Fanlu, then looked at Qi Nuoqiao and asked, "Is she here?"

Qi Nuoqiao raised her head and looked at Sang Ran in front of her. She didn't face the embarrassment of her ex-boyfriend, but asked with a puzzled expression, "Who are you talking about?" Sang Ran frowned, and shouted impatiently: "She didn't come? There's no way she didn't come. I went to the school to check her home address, and I asked her to come." Qi Nuoqiao stood up, and gently tugged at the corner of La Sangran's clothes, "Keep your voice down, what are you calling, I ask you, who are you talking about?" Sang Ran pursed her lips, and said a name in a low voice: "—Su Banxia."

When he heard the name, Mo Fanlu's fingers trembled, he raised his pale face and glanced at Sang Ran, then turned his face away, and said in a voice on the verge of despair: "...she How could it come?" The pale light in the corridor shone on Mo Fanlu's face, he raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, "I have called a hundred times but no one answered, don't mention that name to me again—" Sang Ran looked at him and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he still couldn't speak, and he didn't know what words could comfort him at this moment.Qi Nuoqiao at the side quietly watched the changes in the expressions of Mo Fanlu and Sang Ran. Slowly, she lowered her eyes and looked at the completely cold instant noodles in her hand. Her fingers unconsciously squeezed the plastic of the instant noodles tightly. Box.

——How should I express, everyone's current mood. Less than a week after entering high school, a boy from Class 8 came to Class 3 to look for Zhiwei.When Zhiwei walked out of the classroom suspiciously, she saw Lu Chuanzi standing in front of her. That was the second time Zhiwei saw him wearing a white uniform. Although the black tie was hanging crookedly around his neck, his appearance and the aura that emanated from him still attracted many girls in the classroom. their line of sight. He smiled at Zhiwei, the rhinestone lip studs on his lips seemed to hurt his eyes. Zhiwei hesitated a little blushing, because this was only the second time she saw that boy. He came to ask Zhiwei for his student card back. When Zhiwei handed the student card to him, he scraped the bridge of Zhiwei's nose ambiguously, and said with a smile: "If you have time, let's go on a date next time." When she heard his words, she immediately bit her lips and blushed. This is already a memory from a long time ago, a memory about Lu Chuanzi.But Zhiwei couldn't help thinking about it, she was walking on the way home, looking at the sunset that was gradually setting in the west, her red and swollen eyes became even redder.At that time, the overwhelming feeling of liking Lu Chuanzi swept her heart again.However, recalling the "come to my place" she promised Ke Jiang just now, Zhiwei's throat suddenly choked up. It was getting late, and the street lamps began to flicker dimly on both sides of the street. Zhiwei quickened her pace, she raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but soon new tears rolled out and dripped down on the back of her hand. Why does the heart hurt so much? It hurts so bad I can't breathe. After about ten minutes, Zhiwei finally walked back to the door of her house.She subconsciously glanced at the window of Mo Fanlu's house, and there was only darkness.She paused, looked away, turned and walked into the dark corridor. I've already figured out how to answer my excuse for not coming home all night.Thinking of this, Zhiwei exhaled softly, took out the key in her pocket, inserted it into the door hole, opened the door, and the light in the living room was on. Zhiwei bit her lower lip nervously, she quietly closed the door with her backhand, took off her shoes, and just when she walked into the living room, she heard a crisp "Pa——" coming from the study.Then there was the loud thud of the chair being bumped.Zhiwei's heart tightened suddenly, she quickly walked to the study room, and looked inside through the narrow door, at that moment, she felt that all her breath was taken away. The dim light illuminated the study room, and the father frowned angrily, while the mother covered her cheeks and fell down on the messy ground and yelled at the father: "Hit me! Hit me again! If you kill me, you will die!" I can go fooling around with the woman you raise outside!" This is the first time Zhiwei heard it from her mother. In her heart, mother and father have always been respectful and affectionate to each other. But at this moment, what did she see? In the study, the father didn't make another sound, he just opened the door angrily and walked out, then raised his eyes and bumped into Zhiwei's face. Father was taken aback for a moment, then he panted heavily in embarrassment, glanced at Zhiwei lukewarmly, walked past her, walked back to his room, and slammed the door hard. Zhiwei stood at the door of the study in a daze, a huge pain rubbed against her heart, and jumped to her temple. Her fingers rested quietly on both sides, slowly tightening. Can you imagine that a family that has always been happy and beautiful is just a warm coat that pretends to be warm. It's just that time has worn out holes in that coat bit by bit, and worms began to wriggle on the corners of the clothes, wriggling their fleshy and furry bodies and crawling forward, it's simply breathtaking. nausea. It turned out that everything was just a fake exercise. June seventeenth. Summer is really long. It was so long that Mo Fanlu felt that the world was being pulled away inch by inch.On the shoulders there was the slight sound of rain being hit by raindrops, and a few muffled thunder rolled over the top of the head, disappearing into the sky far away. There are no more mornings to greet with my mother, there will never be another morning like that again. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, the sky is dim and bright, pigeons are flying across the area from the top of the bell tower, the mountains are connected to each other's toes, the fields are separated by ridge roads, and the tall and thin telephone poles are lonely. The wires connected, and the sun was a black dot in the rainy clouds. Opposite the field was an empty sand field, and a long funeral procession appeared there.A boy in black was walking at the front of the line. He was wearing white gloves, holding a photo frame in his hand with a somewhat dazed expression.Inside the photo frame is a black and white photo, with the light behind it, only a gentle and friendly smile can be seen. The whole team walked silently in the rain, completely dark, depressed and lonely. Near the afternoon, Lu Chuanzi was lying in the attic that he and Sang Ran rented together, smoking a cigarette. A girl with straight black hair was sitting beside him. She was flipping through a magazine in her hand, with silver-gray nail polish. Trance-like spots of light danced in the air. The phone rang suddenly, Lu Chuanzi bit the cigarette butt, found the phone from the bed, and said "Hello" in a low voice. Sang Ran's voice and the crashing rain sounded over there, and he said, "Fan Lu's mother is buried, you should come and watch the night together." Lu Chuanzi was startled for a moment. He thought of Qi Nuoqiao's running to the hospital in the past few days, and her "Let's talk when you come back" every time. After a moment of silence, Lu Chuanzi responded lightly: "Yes ,Where?" When Lu Chuanzi arrived at the mourning hall, it was already night.The rain didn't show any sign of stopping, but instead became more and more pattering.Many guests in black tunics came to mourn, and the master of ceremonies recorded the guests who came to mourn one by one on the table covered with white tablecloths. Mo Fanlu's stepfather kept fleeing because of his heavy debts, so the bereaved was Mo Fanlu, who was only seventeen years old. From a distance, Lu Chuanzi saw Mo Fanlu standing in front of his mother's spirit tablet, nodding to the mourners who came one by one.There was no extra expression on his face, like a puppet that had lost its string.And the person standing beside him and holding his arm is Qi Nuoqiao.She held him tightly, as if she was using her own strength to support Mo Fanlu's body. From this angle, they look like a young couple. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel that this is a very boring idea.Lu Chuanzi let out a long breath, then raised his hand to put away the black umbrella and walked into the mourning hall. Oncoming was Sang Ran, who was also wearing a black uniform. He walked over, patted Lu Chuanzi on the shoulder, and said, "You are here, go and pay tribute to your aunt, she must also want to see you very much." Lu Chuanzi looked at Sang Ran, and listening to what he said, he suddenly remembered that when he went to play at Mo Fanlu's house five years ago, Mo Fanlu's mother used to treat him with a homemade cake very enthusiastically. "Well, I know." Lu Chuanzi nodded. He straightened the shirt inside his clothes, then walked to Mo Fanlu's mother's tablet, and bowed respectfully. Qi Nuoqiao raised her head and looked at Lu Chuanzi who appeared in front of her, and suddenly tears fell down involuntarily, she covered her mouth and began to cry in a low voice. Lu Chuanzi looked at her, turned around and stood beside Mo Fanlu, and then nodded to the guests who kept coming. Among the passing crowd, sad cries, and people's sighs of regret, Mo Fanlu turned his face away and looked at his mother's photo frame surrounded by white flowers with distracted eyes.In the black-and-white photo, there is an inclusive and gentle smile as usual.Two lines of tears suddenly dripped down from his eyes, he raised his hand and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes dry. Outside the mourning hall is the never-ending sound of rain, which wets the wings of birds and slaps heavily on the transparent glass windows, showing water marks one after another, like tears flowing down the long road. imprint. Su Banxia stood in front of the window of the living room, she half-closed her eyes, silently looking at the heavy rain outside the window. Behind her was the grandmother's bitter complaint: "Oh, the damn rainy day, it made my back ache, how can I go out to play cards, and your little bitch, don't keep standing in front of the window dangling , you think you are a female ghost? What are you messing around with!" Su Banxia didn't know exactly what her grandmother was cursing.She just looked at the rain curtain quietly, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.Because last night, she inexplicably dreamed of Mo Fanlu. In the dream, he showed sad eyes and said to her, save me. When I woke up, it was already the early morning of the next day.Mo Fanlu found himself lying on a bench beside the mourning hall, covered with a black top. "Are you awake?" Lu Chuanzi sat beside him, with a BLACK DEVIL cigarette sandwiched between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand. Mo Fanlu got up from the bench, he saw that Lu Chuanzi was only wearing a thin uniform shirt, and then he looked at the black jacket in his hand, and responded with a faint "hmm", and put it on. After returning the clothes to him, he still felt a little dizzy, probably because he didn't eat much these days. "Have you all gone back?" Mo Fanlu asked, rubbing his temples. "No." Lu Chuanzi paused, and then continued, "Seeing you fell asleep, Sang Ran went to greet those guests for you." "...Really." Mo Fanlu replied in a trance, his eyes fell on the cigarette in Lu Chuanzi's hand, and he stopped. As if sensing Mo Fanlu's eyes, Lu Chuanzi hastily raised her hand and asked, "Ah, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be smoking, right?" "No." He supported his forehead and said hoarsely, "Give me one too." Lu Chuanzi didn't speak any more, he just took out one from the cigarette case and handed it to Mo Fanlu, then instinctively raised the corner of his mouth, and said a little strangely: "You didn't like the smell of BLACK DEVIL before ?" Mo Fanlu stood up from the bench and walked out of the mourning hall. After walking for a while, he turned his head and looked at Lu Chuanzi and said, "If I say I don't like her to die, my mother will come back to life." Already?" With that, he walked out. Looking at his disappearing back, Lu Chuanzi let out a long puff of smoke, and the rhinestone lip studs on his lips shone brightly. After a long time, he shrugged his shoulders and said to himself: " I am sorry for your loss." When Mo Fanlu walked out of the mourning hall, he frowned as he looked at the still gray sky. There seemed to be some kind of severe pain in the chest cavity eroding his heart, the blood vessels kept making bursting sounds, and there was a throbbing stabbing pain from the left atrium. There was a blank in my mind, I didn't know what I was thinking, I just felt that everything became indifferent at this moment. After standing at the gate of the mourning hall for about five minutes, Mo Fanlu saw Qi Nuoqiao walking towards him. Qi Nuoqiao was holding two big bags of food in her hand, she was taken aback by Mo Fanlu in front of her, because his face was bloodless at the moment, as pale as a piece of discarded waste paper, But he still frowns tightly. "Fan Lu..." Qi Nuoqiao ran to his side and called softly. Mo Fanlu lowered his head, licked the corners of his mouth at Qi Nuoqiao wearily, and said in a hoarse voice: "Where have you been?" "I'm going to buy some breakfast." Qi Nuoqiao looked into the mourning hall and said, "Fan Lu, go in and eat a little bit, and guests will come to mourn later." Mo Fanlu shook his head: "I can't eat, you go and accompany Lu Chuanzi first, I want to go home first." "Go home?" Qi Nuoqiao showed a confused expression, "Why?" "Get something." "I go with you……" "No need." He interrupted her involuntarily, "Leave me alone." After that, he turned around and walked forward. Qi Nuoqiao behind him took a last look at him, and then walked away Into the mourning hall. What if, indeed, it was the last look? There is no light, no cloud, and no wind. The sky is gray and white, and there is a feeling of drizzle dripping on the face.When Mo Fanlu returned home, he habitually looked towards Zhiwei's house, but he only saw the windows tightly covered by curtains.He stared fixedly for a long time, as if expecting that Zhiwei could sense his signal, and then opened the curtain to look back at him. But fantasy can only end up in vain joy in the end. Mo Fanlu lowered his head, turned around and took out the key to open the door. The inside of the room was dark, and it was still exactly the same as when he left that day.He walked slowly to his mother's room, and saw a mess of tables and chairs.He bypassed those and lay down on his mother's bed. He half-opened his eyes drowsily, slowly closed them, and then opened them again. He felt as if he was pulled into a world of nothingness by a pair of big hands. numb. He didn't know how long he had been lying down, but Mo Fanlu finally sat up. He took out his phone from his pocket, but he didn't see Su Banxia's call record. He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile. I feel like an idiot, knowing that she is such a cold girl, why should I expect her to sympathize with me?Mo Fanlu couldn't help laughing, he clenched the phone tightly, but his eyes couldn't help but turn red. When his heart was about to explode to a certain breaking point, he gritted his teeth, turned his eyes sideways, and looked at the photo frame placed near the head of the bed. In the photo, there was a young woman hugging a little boy, warmly smile. Tears finally rushed out from the eyes. At this moment, he finally felt that he had nothing left.Mo Fanlu's throat was choked, and he stood up from the bed with distracted eyes, then walked to the cabinet, and took out a small plastic box specially containing medicine from it. He kept rummaging for something in the plastic box, and while rummaging peacefully, weeping silently.Until he finally found a bottle of what he wanted, a nightly must-have for his mother, without whom she couldn't sleep. —Yeah, that’s what it is. —The kind that says "sleeping pills, do not take in large quantities." Mo Fanlu held the small black bottle, went to the kitchen and poured a full glass of boiling water, then returned to his mother's room, drew the curtains, and locked the bedroom door. After doing all this, he poured all the white pills in the small black bottle on the ground, and the tiny sound of slapping echoed tremblingly deep in the eardrum.He bent down and looked at the white pills scattered on the ground.In the darkness, he slowly stretched out his slender fingers, picked them up one by one, put them into his mouth, and then drank water. The liquid slid down his Adam's apple and let out A lonely and painful cry. Tears rolled from the corners of his eyes to the bridge of his nose, and then seeped into his mouth. It was a taste full of saltiness and despair. In the mourning hall flickering with dim lights, Sang Ran was trying her best to greet the guests who came to mourn.Qi Nuoqiao stood beside him and nodded and bowed to the guests one after another. When she raised her head, she saw Lu Chuanzi sitting on the bench opposite.He didn't eat the breakfast she just bought, but just smoked blindly. Qi Nuoqiao pursed her lips, and she walked towards him, the black skirt spun in the air in a perfect arc, that arc happened to be caught by Sang Ran's peripheral vision, and Sang Ran's eyes slightly It shook for a while, but soon he regained his original serious face and continued to receive the guests. Sensing someone sitting beside her, Lu Chuanzi turned her eyes sideways, and the first thing she saw was a 300ml box of milk handed to her, then she looked up, and saw Qi Nuoqiao's delicate and beautiful Face. "What are you doing, you know that milk is what I hate the most—" Lu Chuanzi pushed the milk away from Qi Nuoqiao's hand, her voice muffled. "Smoking is bad for your health." Qi Nuoqiao sighed and looked at him complainingly, "Besides, it will pollute the air, which is not suitable for girls and children to smell." "It's not the first time you've smelled smoke." Lu Chuanzi glanced at her helplessly, just when she was about to take the cigarette from between her lips, she suddenly realized something and turned to look at Qi Nuo Joe narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "Hey, what did you just say? What kid?" "...Oh." Qi Nuoqiao didn't answer his question directly, but just responded vaguely. Lu Chuanzi looked at Qi Nuoqiao who was hesitating in front of him, his heart seemed to be torn apart by force, he suddenly frowned a little uneasily, and asked, "I said, could you be..." Before he could say everything, the cell phone in Qi Nuoqiao's pocket suddenly rang non-stop.She glanced at Lu Chuanzi who was hesitant to speak, then quickly pressed the answer button and said "Hello", but there was a rustling busy tone over there, and it took a long time before a tired and Weak murmur. "... Pinellia." For a moment, Qi Nuoqiao felt like a plane had crashed into his brain, leaving only the roaring hissing sound. When Qi Nuoqiao rushed out of the mourning hall, many guests around who came to mourn were hit by her hard.Lu Chuanzi nodded to Sang Ran and quickly chased after her. Qi Nuoqiao ran very fast, but before she ran far, Lu Chuanzi, who was chasing up behind her, grabbed her arm. She suddenly felt pain, turned her head and struggled vigorously, and looked at Lu Chuanzi angrily. Chuan Zi, "What are you doing! Let me go!" "I was just going to ask you what you're doing!" Lu Chuanzi clamped her arm tightly, her voice suddenly raised, "You ran out all of a sudden, what a fart you are!" Qi Nuoqiao stopped struggling, she bit her lip, her voice kept trembling, "...Fan Lu, he committed suicide." The sound of fine wind whistled past Lu Chuanzi's ears quickly, and his bangs dyed yellow fluttered like floating clouds on his forehead.He slowly let go of Qin Nuoqiao's hand, turned around and rushed to the side of the road, raised his hand to stop a taxi, then pulled Qi Nuoqiao over and stuffed her in, and then he got into the car into the car. Time seemed to be ticking like an hourglass as slowly as a century, and my heart was pulled hard, as if I was about to suffocate. After getting out of the car, Qi Nuoqiao couldn't help but ran into Mo Fanlu's house, and Lu Chuanzi casually threw a fifty-yuan bill to the driver, and then said "no need to look for it" and quickly jumped to the ground . Fortunately, the door of Mo Fanlu's house was not closed, and Qi Nuoqiao and Lu Chuanzi quickly ran into the dim living room.The girl kept calling Mo Fanlu's name, and the boy found the bedroom where the door was locked. He took a few steps back, and then slammed his body against the door desperately, making a loud bang, bang, bang, Until he felt his shoulders swell and hurt, the bedroom door was finally knocked open. In the room where the curtains were drawn tightly, there was a drowsy darkness.Here and there were scattered chairs and tables, and shards and shards of glasses. In the air is a depressing smell that has never been smelled before, and it is stuffy and hot, and even the retina seems to be severely torn apart. Qi Nuoqiao and Lu Chuanzi stepped on the floor covered with sleeping pills, and there was a creaking sound, and the white pills rolled on the ground were kicked and ran around. Mo Fanlu was lying on the bed with his eyes closed quietly, his hair was a little messy, and his bangs covered his forehead.His hands were hanging on both sides of the trouser line, and the fingers of his right hand were still tightly holding a small black bottle. The bottle cap had fallen to the ground, and the bottle was empty. Lu Chuanzi bent down, picked up a white pill on the ground, put it in his mouth and bit it lightly, the bitter powder immediately overflowed the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help frowning, and pushed it away in a panic. Pushing Qi Nuoqiao, who was still in a daze, shouted loudly: "Idiot! What are you doing here? Go and call an ambulance—" Time seemed to turn back to an afternoon not long ago, the sky was filled with golden light, the setting sun shrouded the whole city in a blood-red light, and Mo Fanlu was still riding Su Banxia back from the abandoned military airport. on the way. Fire clouds billowed across the sky. Su Banxia sat behind Mo Fanlu's car seat, and quietly pressed her cheek to his back. The luxuriant camphor trees retreated on both sides of the bicycle, and the leaves were rustling by the wind in the dim but bright light.Behind him, another plane seemed to fly overhead, making a rumbling sound. Mo Fanlu squinted his eyes, raised his head, looked at the plane that disappeared into the sky, looked at the faint trace left by it, and quietly called Su Banxia on the back seat: "Then— " "Well, what?" "If one day I die, will you come to me desperately to see me for the last time?" After a moment of silence, Su Banxia's low voice came from behind: "It's fine, what kind of trouble have you encountered?" "So what are you serious about? I'm just saying if." "What if it's not going to happen." "What if?" "—Then let's talk about it when it's just in case." Mo Fanlu twitched the corners of his lips helplessly, and smiled. The necklace on his chest was gilded with a nice layer of gold in the setting sun. The wheels of the bicycle rubbed against the ground, and there were occasional bumps and ups and downs. The summer wind blew, and the white uniforms of the boys and the plaid skirts of the girls exuded a healthy and clean smell, which wafted into the air, similar to the aroma of camphor Blended together. After a long time, Su Banxia looked at Mo Fanlu and asked softly: "Then, if one day I die, will you die with me?" After thinking for a while, Mo Fanlu quickly gave the answer. He smiled against the wind, and his thick and warm voice was blown into the wind. It was an answer engraved by time. Simple but powerful words—— "OK." He raised his head, looked at the blood-red sky and said jokingly, yes. This is just a memory of not long ago, and it seems that the time of many, many years ago is replaying at this moment.For so many summers, it used to be like an express subway, whistling its flute and disappearing behind us. But only this summer makes the short but lengthy seventeen years look so heroic and sad. There are many, many memories that will eventually become forgotten stories, like a lonely and small rotating blue planet in the vast universe. In the mysterious and empty universe, that blue planet is just a small black spot, a small speck of dust.