Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen I Really Like You (No.87 - No.91)

It's been a rough day. I have participated in so many parties since elementary school, and the happiest thing is not when they are in progress, but when they are setting up the venue.Just like the best scenery seen during travel is always on the way to the destination. I looked down and swept the mess, the students who didn't need to be on duty had already left one after another.Zhang Ping came in suddenly, and called away most of the students on duty, who were originally a small number, to help clean the playground. When I came to my senses, only Yu Huai and I were left in the classroom.

He is cleaning the blackboard.The Propaganda Committee put too much paint on it, and it took a lot of effort to wipe it off.I stood there stupidly with a broom, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched in from the window like a gentle hand, gently stroking the boy's broad back, and applying brilliant but not dazzling color, evenly, layer after layer. Just the right temperature, slightly drunken wind, I stood in the messy garbage dump, gently stepped on the Coke can with my right foot, gently, not daring to make a sound, tilted my head, and looked at him. He turned his head, his eyes wide open, as if he didn't expect me to look at him so straightly, and he blushed for a moment.

But maybe it was just a joke made by the setting sun. "Have you lost your soul?" I laughed: "Almost. Your back is so pretty, it makes me look silly." He is also very happy. Every time I praise him, he will not refute, but turn around, twist his buttocks and shake his shoulders exaggeratedly. Like a clumsy Xinjiang uncle dancing. "Hello, Yu Huai!" He stopped: "What?" I shook my head, eyes a little sour.The solitude after the excitement is paired with the sensational power of the setting sun, and a wet feeling creeps up my back, which makes me feel very heavy.

He shrugged and turned back to continue wiping the blackboard. "Yu Huai?" "What the hell are you doing?" Nothing, I just wanted to grab something.It's just that after I can no longer yell wantonly when I go home and enter the door, after I can't talk about everything in school in front of two other strange family members at the dinner table, when I think of the midterm exam, there will be a surge of excitement. After feeling a deep sense of powerlessness but unable to give up willfully, I wanted to grab something.Maybe it's just your sleeve, nothing really.

real. I smile: "You know what, I really like..." He raised his eyes and looked at me quietly. "...I really like sitting at a table with you." He opened his mouth, and I immediately stretched out my index finger and shouted: "Don't say you know that everyone loves you!" Yu Huai, who was interrupted by me from the classic lines, was furious: "Then what should I say, that I know you love me?" You know what it's like to stand still in time? I know.Because my heartbeat also stopped. Then the instigator, the boy who caused the trouble jumped up, and corrected the mistake with an incoherent explanation with a flushed face, the pointer moved, and I heard the sound of time and heartbeat again.

I lowered my head, slowly swept the floor, raised the corners of my mouth, and the corners of my eyes were sour, and said loudly: "No need to explain, who loves you is blind?" "Why are you blind, my young master is loved by everyone!" He finally spoke his lines, and he was very proud. I tilted my head: "I'm not an ordinary person." You are a mortal, so you like Ling Xiangqian.I'm not, so, I don't like you. not at all. We put down the brooms and rags in our hands, and sat side by side on the podium table, our legs dangling in mid-air. On the right hand side was the moist sunset outside the window, like an ink painting, with ambiguous edges, false and real, very beautiful.

Later, I recalled this scene countless times.I've always wondered if there's something wrong with my memory. The evening at the end of the party was so long, yet so short, so quiet, yet so noisy. So long, as if the good memories of a lifetime have been exhausted. But it's so short, as short as a merry-go-round in a playground for children who can't play enough. It was so quiet, I couldn't believe it, and everyone seemed to exit the stage to make room for me. But so noisy, my vision is full of his energetic smile. He told me about the walnut tree beside the playground of their junior high school, which was very tall and had special leaf texture.

"It was only later that I found out that it was my dad who planted it—my dad was also a student at the High School Attached to Normal University, and the playground was still a dirt road. He and his deskmate ran outside to plant trees on Arbor Day. In fact, it was just Just kidding, I got a little seedling from somewhere, and planted it..." Who knows, he has grown up. When my son skipped school, he would sit in the shade of a tree and drink iced juice to avoid the scorching summer sun.Who would have guessed. I was thinking about another thing. "Where's your father's deskmate?"

"what?" "I mean, she..." I don't know whether the other party is a man or a woman, but luckily the pronunciation is the same, "Where is she now?" Yu Huai shrugged: "Your question is really weird. Who knows, you must be a child and a mother." "But it's okay, they still have a tree," I rubbed my eyes, "If there is a chance, let's plant a tree too?" He agreed easily: "Okay, there is a chance." I'm serious, Yu Huai. Then he turned his face sideways, without insisting. "Yu Huai, what do you want to do in the future? Are you going to be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University?" I asked casually.

He obviously answered casually, "Tch, can I pass the exam?" I was surprised: "They said that Zhenhua's top 50, as long as they perform stably, there is no problem." Yu Huai still wrapped up that layer of modesty: "Come on, I..." "Yu Huai!" I put on a straight face, I don't like him like this, "Can you... be more sincere?" These good students climb up silently, but are worried about falling down, so they always use such joking and generous expressions to cover up their real desires. I can understand.But I don't want, I don't want Yu Huai to be like this when facing me.

He was silent for a while, then nodded: "Well, I was wrong. I...hehe, who wouldn't want to." Yeah, who wouldn't want to. "Everyone wants to, but not everyone has the possibility," I looked at him seriously, "For example, it is impossible for me. But you can." He didn't encourage me with cheap words. Therefore, the time I can sit by your side is very short, if I am lucky, I will play the whole game for three years. We stood shoulder to shoulder in silence. I accidentally kicked him with my foot, and just as I was about to apologize, he kicked back in kind. I was short of breath, and directly fought back with the Foshan Shadowless Kick. When the shoes collide, they make a thumping sound, like a heartless joyous rhythm.He jumped off the table and hit me in the face with a chalk tip.Of course I would not show weakness, I grabbed a piece of chalk and threw it out. Then it directly hit Zhang Ping, who appeared at the door at the right time, on the forehead.Right in the heart. I continued to sweep the floor in desperation, and Yu Huai continued to wipe the blackboard in desperation. The sun did not know when it sank into the distant buildings.The sky is a peaceful blue-purple, which makes people feel empty. I raised my head again and glanced at Yu Huai, who was still cleaning the blackboard—he was still standing there, scribbling the last stroke of the word "Huan" vigorously, and the empty Coke can was still at my feet. It's as if time has turned into a magic trick. Everything just now was just a dream. We didn't move a bit, but time was stolen like this. Quietly, without a trace. It's just myself, when I was playing around, I did secretly grab his sleeve. In an instant, he was taken away by him who was busy escaping. I gently twisted my thumb and index finger, there was a little bit of the soft texture of the cotton shirt between my fingers, a little warm, it should be just an illusion.