Chapter 4 Chapter.01 1995 Summer Solstice · Camphor · Unknown

You may have never been to some places, but when you really walk on them, you will feel that you are in a time years ago, ten years ago, or even decades ago, even beyond your own age Length has been here before, you have been there, you have truly lived, you have touched every place and every corner. A writer said that this is because the air is floating in the brain waves left by the dead people who lived here. Everyone has different frequencies, and the chance of these frequencies being the same is very small, but there is still a small probability , so that living people can receive these radio waves floating in the air, and these radio waves are "memory".

And the brain wave of the frequency that you can receive, the person who left that group of brain waves is what we used to call, the previous life. Asakawa is such an existence to Lixia, appearing in front of her in a real and slightly absurd way. The wind swept through.Dazed. I woke up very early in the morning, because the opening ceremony will be tomorrow, so I have nothing to do today.Moreover, all the things that should be moved to the school have been moved there yesterday, and the tuition fees have been paid. In short, the school deliberately vacated the day for the students, so that they can make a good job of their junior high school. Emotional sacrifice, or heartlessly invite three or five people out to karaoke, dance, play cards and drink, and bury all the past and future in everyone's invincible youth.

Li Xia thought so. The school should think so.Even if the school doesn't think so, the students definitely think so.So this day becomes extra meaningful and glamorous. But I am a boring person after all, neither enjoying the joy of the spirit nor indulging the flesh. Lixia just walked back and forth in Asakawa, watching how those tall camphor trees covered the city one after another, hiding the time and wasting the morning and evening. But it feels really strange. Lixia feels that he must have run several laps at the school here many years ago, waited for a car on the street here, bought a bottle of water in a grocery store here, and took a ride under a tree here. It's too cold, and kites are flying one after another in the square here.

My mother called while eating at noon, so Li Xia started talking on the phone with my mother before finishing the meal.After chatting for a while, I heard one or two coughs outside, and suddenly realized that I was in someone else's house, so I hung up the phone in a hurry, ran back to the table, ate something casually, and then cleared the table. But it's a good thing to go to school tomorrow, otherwise Li Xia felt that he was going to become paranoid after staying at a relative's house. She thought, after all, people like to stay in the environment they are familiar with. Once the environment changes, even if the surroundings are still fertile and colorful, there will always be a beast's intuition that will wake up in an instant, and then start to panic.

Summer of 1995.First day of high school. In fact, Lixia has only been in Asakawa for three days, but it feels like he is very familiar with this city.Those tall camphors seem to be the colors that have been repeatedly depicted in their dreams since childhood, with ignorant collisions and blurred soft light in their eyes. Lixia feels that there is no summer solstice in Asakawa, no matter how high the sun rises and how hot the white light is scattered, half of this city will always be gently hidden under the dark green shadow of camphor, isolated from the world, breathing peacefully with eyes closed.

sidewalk.staircase.Roof terrace.Bridges leading everywhere.Playground surrounded by walls. Always half immersed in the dark green shade of camphor, with a damp midsummer scent. Camphor trees retreated one by one from the tall glass windows of the bus. Lixia lived in a relative's house yesterday that he couldn't even name. The day before yesterday, he had moved his daily necessities to the school.This is the first time in Lixia's life to live in school. Before graduating from junior high school, Lixia was a day student.Longing for the life of living in school, and Li Xia is unwilling to live in a stranger's house.When she came, her mother asked her if she would like to live in the school or in a relative's house, and Li Xia chose to live in the school without any hesitation.

The sun slanted into the window, and the heat on the eyelids suddenly increased. ——It should have walked out of the camphor. Li Xia closed his eyes and thought.In my mind is my mother's face.Lixia felt that he didn't love his family so much before, but once he left, all parts of his body throbbed together as if he had made an appointment.All the muscles, blood vessels and nerves are beating tiny and weakly. Qiqi also came to Asakawa from Muro County. Qiqi grew up with Lixia, went to the same elementary school, went to the same junior high school, and successfully graduated into the same high school.Qiqi's parents came from Shi County to send Qiqi to school in person. Her parents came in a car. Qiqi asked Lixia if she wanted to go to school together, but Lixia said no.Li Xia thought that he was not a delicate person after all, and driving a car to school was like going to Mars in a rocket.

traffic light. When I opened my eyes, there was someone outside the window.Standing diagonally on one leg on a mountain bike.The hair covers part of the eyes.There are white earphones stuffed in the ears, and the white wires wind down from the chest, cross the belt and disappear into the shoulder bag that is slung across the body.He just parked on the side of the road so quietly, as if in another time and space.He was the only one in that time and space, and everything stood still.Only he raised his head and lowered his head to become the faintly changing scenery. He lay quietly on the handlebars of his bicycle.The white T-shirt is slightly stained with the green tree shadow of camphor.His head turned a little bit slowly, his brows rushed into Li Xia's eyes.

She has to admit that this is the best-looking boy she has seen in Asakawa, with a cleanness that others don't have, just like the soft light lens in all movies, the male protagonist is always covered in white shimmer, no matter No matter how many hours you walk in the crowded streets, the dust will not be able to stain your body. However, Li Xia still frowned slightly.Because of his beautiful mountain bike and the looming CK classic LOGO behind his clothes.After all, Li Xia doesn't like a boy from such a rich family, it's just that his clean face doesn't make people hate him.But at this time he turned towards Li Xia's direction, and Li Xia saw his eyes, which were filled with mist, like a lake shrouded in cold mist in the early morning.

Lixia felt that he just turned to the direction of the car, didn't care about anything and didn't look at anything. A pair of unfocused eyes. Like fog. Then the green light.The car moved forward slowly.Light and dark alternate repeatedly, constantly entering the shade of the tree and then constantly walking out. Li Xia still had his eyes closed, and the face of the boy just now appeared in front of his eyes. Commencement is boring in every school, be it middle school or high school.This is what Li Xia thought of when he was sitting on the playground full of people.All the students crowded into the open space in front of the flag raising platform.The seniors and sisters of the student union on the rostrum were busy arranging tables and chairs, spreading tablecloths, and putting flowers.

The cookie-cutter procedure is exactly the same as the opening ceremony of elementary school and junior high school. "It's really not creative." Fortunately, the camphor trees in this school are more prosperous than anywhere else in the city, and there is almost no whole piece of sunshine.In the gaps between the leaves, the sunlight penetrates down, forming bunches of light.Li Xia felt like he was in a dense forest, and the noise of thousands of students around him suddenly receded beyond the distant horizon, and quiet dust was suspended in the beam of light. She thought of the red soil playground in her junior high school, the sweat of the boys under the white scorching sun, and the girls standing quietly with mineral water beside the playground.The noisy chirping of cicadas came from the playground, making the whole summer hotter and restless.Lixia didn't like any boy in junior high school.Qi Qi said that Li Xia is really a good girl.Li Xia didn't deny it either, but he knew in his heart that the boy he didn't like was not because he didn't want to like him, but because no one was worthy of liking.In Lixia's heart there is a person far away, Lixia has never seen this person's face, but every night when Lixia is reading and writing in front of the window, his name is always written on the draft paper by accident.The name was like a restless but silent oracle, dimly glowing in the darkness. The headmaster spoke more and more proudly and politely on the rostrum, from cleaning the stairs to the first bullet explosion in China, which made Lixia a little unbearable. "It's not that the person sweeping the stairs blew up the first bullet. Is it necessary to talk about it together?" So she decided not to listen to what he had to say, and there was really nothing worth hearing.Every teacher has repeatedly said these things since the first grade of elementary school, nothing more than what is not allowed to do and what must be done, and what is strange is that nine years have passed since elementary school to high school, these things that are not allowed to do and what must be done The content of has never changed.Thinking of this, Li Xia wanted to laugh out loud. So Lixia began to look at those camphor trees.Although this is also a seemingly boring thing. The alternation of shadow and shadow makes time go fast.But the feeling was wrong, like a slow river flowing over the instep, feeling cold.There is the sound of a piano playing slowly in the distant background.The tick tock slowed down. sleepy. As soon as Li Xia turned around, he saw the boy he saw when he came to school in the morning, far behind.His face protruded from between the heads of the two girls in front of him, but he was more delicate than the two girls.Li Xia thought to hell.He vaguely heard him talking to the boy next to him.Can't hear because it's too far away.So there is no way to know what kind of voice such a boy is speaking.He just vaguely heard the people next to him calling him "dead with laughter". die laughing?How could someone have such a strange name?Li Xia couldn't figure it out, "I'm going to die laughing." He shook his head and continued to look at the tree. During the lunch break, Li Xia didn't go to the cafeteria to eat. She took the bento she brought from a relative's house, and sat under the tree while eating and reading an unknown art magazine.The reason why Lixia buys this magazine every issue is because of a painter named priest on it.One day in the second year of the beginning of Lixia, I saw a painting called "Summer on Fire" by the priest in this magazine, and I fell in love with this painter.Although Li Xia never knew the priest's gender, name, appearance, or where he came from, Li Xia thought he should be a young man with good-looking eyebrows and an unassuming personality, who liked to wear jeans and white shirts, and only liked to drink Coke Does not like to drink water.These are girls' stubborn fantasies, but Lixia feels them as reality. In the priest's painting, the summer is completely on fire, turning all the sky red.Some reeds draw bright edges in red, and those swaying reed flowers undulate on the screen.There is a single bird in the sky, slanting through the thick clouds, its wings covering all events that never took the opportunity to tell.Time flows slowly on the canvas. Since then, Lixia has seen pictures of priests in every issue of that magazine.Like a kind of comfort or communication, the paintings filled with various colors become the embellishment of Lixia's growth in life.Slowly, slowly, embedded in Lixia's frail youth. She became inexplicably obsessed with the priest, guessing repeatedly every night.What does he look like when he touches the drawing paper; what does he look like when he lowers his head to sharpen the pencil; Dry lips and tongue subconsciously licked his lower lip, what was he like; what was he like during the day; what was like when he fell asleep at night. This seemed to become a habit until Lixia graduated from junior high school.And liking for priests has become a part of faith, Li Xia understands it.There is always a feeling of burying youth in the priest's paintings, and Lixia often thinks that he is a man wearing a black and thick priest robe, standing beside the dim road, watching the funerals with no return again and again, A flock of birds flew across the sky. Unknowingly fell asleep.Summer noon is always lazy, heat, luminosity, and smell permeate together, and it becomes heavy when it covers the eyelids, like hot and heavy slime. Breathing slowed down, and then fell asleep. Many times at noon, Li Xia fell into a coma like suddenly losing consciousness. When Lixia woke up and looked at her watch, she yelled "Kill me", then packed up her things and ran to the classroom in a panic. Lixia always regrets his reckless character, it seems that Qiqi never does.Holding picture albums, bento boxes, schoolbags, and the school uniform jacket she took off because of the hot weather, Li Xia looked extraordinarily embarrassed.At the corner of the third floor, Li Xia suddenly felt a figure in front of him, but it was impossible to stop, so he bumped into it firmly. The soft T-shirt was slightly cold, and it touched the warm skin further forward.Li Xia's face bumped against his back, and he felt the protruding shoulder blades on both sides.The smell of cotton is a mixture of perfume and sweat, but not strong like grass.In the panic, all the things in his hand fell down, and he couldn't stabilize his body, so he hugged the man's waist subconsciously, and when he touched the man's firm belly, he immediately retracted his hand in fright, but the temperature was burning in his hand, When I retracted, my center of gravity was unstable, so I fell heavily. In fact, it only took a second or two, but Li Xia actually remembered every detail.Li Xia fell to the ground, raised his head and saw black eyebrows, eyes, and bridge of nose in front of his eyes. The face I saw outside the bus window this morning. There was no expression on that face, except for a slight frown.Lixia saw that the greasy lunch box stained the hem of his T-shirt, and then raised his eyes a little more to see the CK logo pattern, Lixia gasped and said in his heart, "Kill me again." . Li Xia hurriedly stood up, the words "I'm very sorry" turned into a hesitant "I, I" on his lips, and finally his voice dropped and he couldn't find any trace, only his heartbeat was so clear that it seemed to be gushing out of his throat. The face was still expressionless, but the person next to him made a sound.Only then did Li Xia realize that there were two people standing in the corridor.Turning his head to see a more delicate face and the same CK T-shirt, Li Xia felt that he was severely lacking in oxygen.The person smiled and said "Ah" and there was no further text.The smile on the face seems to be waiting to see a wonderful opera.Li Xia suddenly felt that this person was a bit annoying, and he looked gloating.He was half a head taller than the person I saw outside the bus in the morning, with bigger eyes, and better-looking, but I can't really call him good-looking. Both of them should be very eye-catching in the crowd.He must have been the one who sat next to "No Expression" and chatted during the school meeting in the morning. The man whose clothes were stained turned around and said "Let's go" to the people around him.It was as if nothing had happened.This surprised Li Xia a little, and gave birth to some inexplicable disappointment.In fact, Li Xia didn't know what exactly he was expecting to happen, but such a calmness made people feel discouraged.At least you should argue or accept your apology. If it doesn't work, I can clean your clothes for you.Although I don't have CK's T-shirt to compensate you, I still have washing powder. Mixed with anger, Li Xia said loudly "I'm sorry" behind them, mustering up the courage to amplify the voice back and forth in the corridor, even Li Xia himself was startled. The back of "no expression" paused for a moment and then continued to move forward, his back was as calm as his expression.But the person next to him turned his head and smiled, showing a canine tooth.A more gloating look. Li Xia hurried past them and rushed towards the classroom.Li Xia thought that he must be very stupid now. Two thirty-three.Three minutes late.Li Xia stood at the door of the classroom panting.The teacher's face was a little ugly.Being late for the first class on the first day, the joke was a little too big. The teacher said a few words to Li Xia, although the tone was not very strong, but it still seemed awkward in front of all the students who met for the first time. Li Xia stood for a minute and finally waited for the teacher's words "Come in, pay attention next time", then hurried into the classroom, glanced at the seating chart written on the blackboard according to the student number, found his seat and sat down. All the things were stuffed into the table at once, and as soon as he took a breath, he looked up and saw the two boys walking past the window just now.Three seconds later they appeared at the door of the classroom.What made Lixia feel aggrieved was that the teacher didn't say anything but nodded and smiled at them, and then they walked straight in. Li Xia was a little angry that people who were late than her were not criticized.What's the point? Seeing the only two empty seats in the classroom behind her, Li Xia felt even more uncomfortable.It's like a bug crawled in on purpose, but couldn't find a way to get it out and kill it. "Are they the two who were promoted directly from the junior high school?" "It should be. I heard that the two of them didn't have classes for the whole second half of the third semester after they were directly promoted." "It seems that I was promoted as an art student, but the cultural test scores seem to be higher than those of all non-art students." "My God, that's amazing." "Yeah, and she looks good too." "I can't stand you, I have no hope for you. I heard that one of them already has a girlfriend." "Isn't there another one, hehe." "Ha ha." "Ha you ghost." Those chirping discussions permeated the air, and with the wind blown by the electric fan circling around the classroom, Li Xia felt that the students around him were in a bad mood, but he still couldn't help turning his head to look. It happened that the person outside the bus raised his head, and for a moment his clear eyebrows rushed into Li Xia's sight.But his eyes seemed to be fogged up, and they spread out without focus, and he didn't know whether he was looking at the blackboard or himself.This made Lixia turn around immediately.Turning my back, I heard the person next to me smile and say, "Ah, it's that daredevil just now." The other person still didn't respond. Daredevil? ! Li Xia felt like a thick layer of sweat stuck to his back, which couldn't be washed off even if he washed it, it was itchy but there was nothing he could do about it.I can't wait to remove one hand and grab it behind my back. The electric fan is still running, creaking and making the summer longer and longer. A sticky summer aroma floated in the air. Outside the window is the camphor that has been dyed green all summer. First night at school.Li Xia couldn't sleep a little bit.But because the girl in the same dormitory is not very familiar, so I can only stay on the bed, the fan above the head sends a weak wind, and the small dormitory space is very stuffy.I just took a shower and now I'm covered in sweat again. Next to the pillow are several letters from former classmates.When I came to Asakawa, because I was reluctant, I brought a lot of letters written by my former classmates. Now that I think about it, I can write so many letters with each other in the same school. I even put stamps on them and went to the post office for a walk. Yes, but it is also simple, which makes people feel slightly green. Before I said goodbye to my relatives and came to school, I felt that I would not read those letters anymore, so I sorted out those letters at night, and put the same people together in four or five piles.Then I moved out and asked relatives to borrow an iron bucket to burn it.When those flames were reflected on Lixia's face, she felt a little bit emotional for a moment. She ran out of the old days and wrote in the letter that I will go out to buy clothes together next week, and that you don't pay much attention to me recently. With so and so, I'm going to be angry. Later, the letter was burnt out quickly, and Li Xia also turned around and went back into the house.The smoke was really unbearable, and it was so hot that it was unbearable. I was covered in sweat, and my eyes were full of tears from the smoke.Finally, I can hypocritically say that I was sad for my youth once.When will I be able to get rid of my hypocritical style of duplicity?There is no reason to think of a series of words such as social transformation and a new life.Li Xia felt somewhat powerless in his heart. Lying in a strange bed and unable to sleep.Back and forth, I felt the ashes of those letters fall from the ceiling and cover my body again.It feels like being buried alive little by little. There seemed to be a cat meowing outside the window, and the voice was soft and soft, as if it had undergone strict vocal training.It's unbearable not to sleep well in hot weather, making summer as vibrant as spring.Li Xia turned around, and remembered that a classmate said that the cats in his house called spring regardless of the seasons, from the beginning to the end of the year. I remembered the magazine I just bought after school in the afternoon.This time the priest's painting is called "A Past Without God".Inside was a boy in white clothes standing in the heavy rain. The traffic on the turbulent street could not be seen clearly, and he was the only one who was clearly visible.Those who were hiding from the rain under the eaves looked at the boy in the rain with wide eyes, and the boy had no expression on his face.Below the painting is a sentence: "He passed through the four seasons with a blank face" And at this moment, drowsiness hit him violently. Like a sudden tide, it drowned every sober nerve. Every day when Li Xia walks through the camphor under the scorching sun with a stack of test papers, he always thinks, this is how my high school life started?After thinking about it many times, the question mark at the end became a period. I see those two boys every morning.In the self-introduction on the first day of school, Li Xia memorized the names of the two of them, because their names were very special, one was named Fu Xiaosi, instead of the "laughing death" that he misheard, the other was called Lu Zhiang. Li Xia gradually felt that the two of them were really geniuses, because many times Li Xia could see that Fu Xiaosi didn't listen at all during class time, but just casually drew patterns one after another on the draft paper, while Lu Zhiang was lying on the ground. Sleep on the table.Occasionally, when I woke up, I took the draft drawn by Fu Xiaosi to read, and then started to draw some messy things on it, but every time because of this, Fu Xiaosi kicked him under the table and screamed.Lixia thought that if it was me, I would definitely kick him too, because no painter would like others to mess around with his paintings. Occasionally, Lu Zhiang would suddenly raise his head and smile slightly at Li Xia who turned his head to look at them, saying: "Hey, hello." Li Xia immediately turned his head away, feeling a little blushing for being discovered by them.However, Lu Zhiang seems to be more talkative, and he often said some accosting words to her, such as "Your name is so nice", and the words also had a coquettish taste that is rare among boys.It really doesn't match his handsome and tall handsome appearance. And Fu Xiaosi seemed to always have that frosty expression.Occasionally, when a classmate talked to him, he would slowly raise his head, look at the other person for a few seconds, and then slowly ask: "What?" There was no focus in his eyes like a thick fog, and his voice was moist and soft. in the air. It's already September.The weather started to cool slightly.When I ride to school in the morning, the shirt will be covered with a layer of autumn chill, and my skin will be slightly granulated.Fu Xiaosi sneezed, and the hair on his forehead fell down to cover his eyes.It has been several days, Fu Xiaosi has always wanted to cut off the unintentionally long hair, but he has never had the time.Recently, I draw every afternoon, and the art teacher said that I want to participate in a competition, so I have to make a surprise move. After four o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang are not required to attend the self-study, they directly carry the drawing board to the studio or the mountain behind the school.Lixia always watched the two of them leave early swaggeringly, and when they left, Lu Zhiang would greet her with a smile and say goodbye.This made Li Xia often gnash his teeth.But gritting his teeth, Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang's achievements are indeed unmatched by him.This is also what makes Lixia feel very unfair. Why can a person who sleeps while drawing in class get the first and second place in every exam, but he has to work hard to write pages and pages of notes in class? Breaking into the top ten? God are you sure you're not asleep? The gate of the school is the terminal of the No. 16 bus, and the other terminus of the No. 16 bus is at the edge of the city of Asakawa. There is an abandoned factory, which has been covered with weeds for a long time. When you walk in, it is submerged and you can’t see anyone. The depths and shallows render water-like patterns in the ups and downs of the wind and wind. The pink and white fluff flew up and covered the whole body. Fu Xiaosi leaned over the handlebar of the car, loud music played in the earphones.A man inside kept humming something like "I walked ten thousand smiles, ten thousand smiles to reach you", like a vague raving in a dream, but with a clear accompaniment, like standing in a noisy train station Those who play the flute.Standing in the hustle and bustle, they blow the dusk into silence, the crowd into birds, the time into the past, and the past into memories. Fu Xiaosi raised his eyes, and Lu Zhiang appeared in front of him.He frowned and said "you'd better hurry up next time". "Ah, it's not that I don't want to be quick, there is a MM who insists on buying me a Coke, it's hard to be kind, but it's hard to turn down the kindness." "You reversed your subject and object. Please?" "you are vicious!" "If you don't go get the car again, I tell you that you will be late again today." Lu Zhiang suddenly understood, patted his head, turned around and ran away, the hem of his shirt was raised, like a white flower in full bloom in summer. A good-looking boy like him is always associated with flowers in the eyes of girls. It turned out to be late.Fu Xiaosi glared at Lu Zhiang viciously, Lu Zhiang coughed a few times and pretended not to see it.But the teacher will not pretend not to see.The final result is that the two will each hand in five plaster portraits tomorrow.Backlighting and forward lighting on the positive side cannot be repeated.Fu Xiaosi looked at Lu Zhiang, his eyes almost burst into flames. On the way back, Fu Xiaosi said blankly, "I sympathize with you. I need to draw ten plaster casts tonight." Then Lu Zhiang's bicycle swayed twice and fell down.Fu Xiaosi rode away on his own, leaving Lu Zhiang sitting on the side of the road and yelling "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". A flock of sparrows flew terrified into the sky from the grass by the side of the road. October passed in a blink of an eye.The sky began to get higher and higher, and Lixia occasionally raised his head to see flocks of migratory birds slowly flying to the south.The sound of wings covering wings is clearly audible under the sky.If you close your eyes, you can see those southern swamps filled with warm water, and flocks of birds flying among the tall aquatic plants. There are exams every week. Almost everyone in the province knows this school with a close to 100% undergraduate enrollment rate.Therefore, it is not easy to enter the top ten in this school. Li Xia felt exhausted every day.Qi Qi is an art student, and she is not in the same class as Li Xia. She is in class seven, while Li Xia is in class three.Class 3 and Class 7 are the two most famous classes in the whole grade.Class 7 is a well-known art class. Almost half of the art candidates who entered this school are in this class, so in the upcoming art festival, almost all the students of Class 7 have signed up.And the third class concentrated all the students with high scores, eight of the top ten students in each exam were from the third class, and sixty-six of the top 150 students from the third class. There are a total of sixty-six people in the three classes. So Lixia often feels that he and Qiqi live in two worlds.Qiqi is a Chinese painting student. She has been painting goldfish, tadpoles and prawns since she was a child. Peonies bloom on rice paper in summer and never wither.And Lixia drew sketches for a year in the first year of junior high school, stopped going to art classes in the second year of junior high school, and completely threw away the brush and drawing paper in the third year of junior high school.But Lixia never felt that there was anything wrong, the world is fair, and the result in exchange was that Lixia got the first place in the county in the culture test, so he came to Asakawa No. 1 Middle School smoothly.And in the four major exams in the two months since the beginning of the school, they have all ranked among the top ten in the school.Li Xia said to herself: "Well, this is not easy." But after he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tragic feeling for no reason. During the meal, Qi Qi asked about Li Xia's situation, and Li Xia said it was very good, but he was a bit tired from studying.Qi Qi asked if she had any new friends, Li Xia shook her head. The whistling sound of the fan became louder and louder above the head, making the originally empty school cafeteria a bit noisy. Lixia felt that the weather was still very hot, and October should be regarded as autumn. It seemed that autumn tigers, both male and female, were very powerful. Qiqi's eyes widened, and she said, "I thought you didn't come to see me all this time because many new friends in the class needed to be taken care of, so you didn't have time." Li Xia took two bites of rice and said, "I'm not as good as you, and the people in my class are all reading machines. When you talk to them, you will smell the smell of chemical formulas in your mouth." "Ah, it's so scary, is everyone like this?" "Well, of course oh no, there should be two people, right?" "Huh?" Qiqi became interested, "Yes?" "Forget about them. What about you, Qiqi, are you happy in the new class?" "Happy. We are full of gods in our class. There is a lot of noise all day long, and the roof of the classroom is about to fall off." "Really?" There was some envy in Li Xia's voice. "Well, let me tell you a funny thing. I laughed all day today. The girl in our class named Liu Wenhua wrote a composition: 'The antelope ran desperately into the woods... 'You know what the teacher's comment was, the teacher wrote: 'Does that antelope want to die or live?'” After Li Xia was stunned, he immediately laughed out loud.Then recalling my teacher, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.The physics teacher with a face that conforms to the theory of levers, and the chemistry teacher who smells sulfuric acid when he opens his mouth.Li Xia couldn't help feeling a little numb in his back. The afternoon sun is always good, with a languid laziness.Qi Qi leaned against Li Xia and sat under the camphor tree, the shadow slowly crawled over the two of them.A cloud, and then another cloud.So these reflections crawled slowly over the young faces of the two of them.Light and darkness have colors, and the wind blows from the north like water.Lixia joked: "There are two clouds in my sky, one is a white cloud, and the other is also a white cloud." "It's like there are two trees in front of my house. One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree. By the way, is it a jujube tree? Or is it a eucalyptus?" "It should be a jujube tree, right? I can't remember the text either." Li Xia moved his body slightly, and changed into a more comfortable and lazy posture. "It's been a long time." Qi Qi said suddenly. "seems like it." "Lixia, have you thought about what you want to do besides studying?" "I don't know." Li Xia stretched his legs, his knees hurt a little, maybe it's going to rain. "Continue to draw, have you thought about it?" Something in Li Xia's heart was awakened, but he didn't seem to wake up completely, as if he was sleeping in a dream and heard thunder and rain outside the window, but he didn't open his eyes, only felt the water vapor and coolness on his body, so Wrapped tightly in the quilt.Yes, that's all. "Ah, I haven't thought much about it. I don't study Class Seven, so what's good to draw." "Did you go to the sketch class at school? There is no restriction, you can go." Lixia felt his heart move again, he felt like he was turned over, and his eyes opened in a daze. "Then, are there people from your seventh class?" "No, it seems that all students in the school can go, and there are students in almost every class. Lixia, are you going?" Li Xia turned his head to look at Qi Qi, feeling as if he woke up from a dream and sat up, and heard the sound of rain outside on the bed.Li Xia smiled and said, "Well, then I'll go." The school's studio is in a corner in the southwest, covered by camphor so that the outline of the house can hardly be seen. It is a bungalow with blue tiles, the earliest classroom in the school. It seems that this house has existed since the Qing Dynasty.At that time, students took classes in low-slung bungalows, studied for exams, and then a few years later, they left Asakawa and went to the capital to catch up for exams. Li Xia pushed open the door with his drawing board on his back and a drawing toolbox. There was a rustling sound, and many pencils rubbed against the drawing paper. There were various plasters, geometric figures, and human heads on the ground. The most striking one was David. Lixia sat down in a corner by the window, and the teacher came as soon as he set up the drawing board. It was a young teacher with a beard on his chin, which made people feel weird.Li Xia doesn't like such people very much.She couldn't understand why those who engage in art must make themselves into works of art? This is already the third class, and fortunately Li Xia learned it before, so it doesn't matter if you start listening from the middle.In fact, it is mostly my own business, the teacher rarely talks about it, and it always requires talent. The nib of the pen moves stroke by stroke, the arms and wrists are lifted up and down, forming a frame and shape, and then covering it with fine shadows, silver gray gradually occupying the drawing paper. A cat suddenly jumped out of the window, Li Xia was startled, and the pen tip snapped off the paper with a shake of his hand. "Ah." Li Xia whispered.Although it was so weak that it was almost inaudible, it still seemed abrupt in the silent classroom.Someone frowned slightly. Lixia reached out to look for the pencil sharpener in the painting kit, but he couldn't find it.Sweat trickled down on her forehead. “喏。”眼前有手伸过来，拿着白色的削笔刀。立夏抬起头，黑色的眉，睫毛，瞳孔。傅小司从前面转过来，眼睛望着立夏。 “啊。”立夏又轻呼了一声。这次是因为吃惊。他怎么会在这里？立夏心里有点儿慌乱。本来觉得三班应该没人会参加这种对高考无用的补习班的。可是在这里竟然看到傅小司，多少让她感到意外。 “小司，怎么了？”后面的声音响起来。立夏回过头去看到一双笑得眯起来的眼睛。陆之昂抬了抬眉毛和她打招呼：“嗨。” 立夏突然觉得坐立不安。 有点儿想走。因为她看过傅小司和陆之昂的画，自己的和他们的简直有天壤之别。她怕被别人看到自己的画，而且也不希望班里的同学知道自己在学画。她现在就想收起自己的画板跑出去。 在立夏低头的时候手里的铅笔被人抽了去。抬起头傅小司已在削笔了。手指缠绕在笔和刀之间，像绕来绕去的丝绒，立夏想，女孩子的手也许都没有这么灵巧呢。 “拿去吧。以后不要叫来叫去的。声音大了让人讨厌。” “哦。”立夏低头应了一声。抬起头想说声谢谢，但看着傅小司那张没有表情的脸以及那双没有焦点的眼睛，那句“谢谢”终究还是被硬生生地吓了回去。 前面是一句“声音大了让人讨厌”哎，“谢谢”如何说得出口？ 傅小司起身收拾东西，身后的陆之昂好像也画完了。立夏抬起头看着他们，心里想造物之神在造物的时候肯定也是有偏心的。为什么会有这样两个优秀的人呢？想不明白，心里微微有些懊恼。 黄昏开始降临。空气里开始浮现出一些黄色的模糊的斑点。傅小司揉揉眼睛，显得有些累了。他伸了个懒腰，关节响了几下。“真是累啊。”他说。 “哈哈，来来来，我背你回家。”陆之昂跳过来比了一个扛麻袋的动作。 傅小司回过头来眼神冷冰冰的像要杀人，陆之昂吓得缩回了手，嘿嘿地笑了两下。傅小司看着陆之昂白衬衣上的颜料皱起眉头。他说：“真不知道你妈是怎么洗衣服的。” 陆之昂说：“这个简单的，我妈洗不干净的就丢了，买新的。” 傅小司说：“中国就是这样才不能脱贫的。” 陆之昂愣了一下，然后奸笑了一声说：“我要回去告诉我妈。” 这下轮到傅小司发愣了。因为他也没想到要怎么来回答这句话。傅小司这一瞬间呆掉的表情让陆之昂笑疼了肚子。 傅小司的表情有点儿懊恼，半天没有说话。陆之昂还是笑得很猖獗，不知道见好就收。于是两人开打。尘土飞扬。 冗长的夏天在一群飞鸟划过天空的时候就这么过去了。 那是这个夏天里最后的一群飞鸟。 都没有看见它们最后消失在天空里的那一个时刻。云朵烧红了一整片天空。黑夜迟迟没有降临。月亮挂在蓝色的天空上，阳光还没有完全消失。那一刻，世界像是一个幻觉。 “七七，夏天终于过去了。” "yes?" “你想家么？想以前的那群朋友么？” “不知道。立夏你呢？” “我很想念他们。可是却不知道他们在哪儿，在干什么，过得好不好。” “那找个时间我们回去看看吧。我也正好好久没有回家了。” "just forget it." 好像还没有剧烈的炎热，秋天一个仓促的照面，匆匆卷上枝头。树叶越来越多地往下掉，黄色席卷了整个山头。 浅川一中坐落在一座不知名的小山上。放学的时候会有很多的学生骑着自行车从山上沿路往下。轮子轧过路面的时候会听见落叶咝咝碎裂的声音。道路两旁是深深的树林，飞鸟像游鱼般缓慢地穿行过高大的树木，飞进浓厚的绿色里，消失了羽毛的痕迹。 不过立夏、七七这种寄宿学生是轻易体会不到这个的。早上晨跑结束的时候七点二十五，而每天的这个时候立夏差不多都会碰见穿过操场去教室的傅小司和陆之昂。自从上次画室里有了简短的对话后，他们好像不那么陌生了，但也仅仅限于见面彼此点头而已。傅小司的眼里依然是大雾弥漫的样子，偶尔他和陆之昂讲话的时候眼神才会清晰一点。 立夏一直想不明白他的眼睛是怎么回事。也许是自己的错觉吧。不过怎么看着怎么像白内障。自己也留心过他是否看得清楚东西，不过看他又跑又跳又骑车的样子，怎么也无法说服自己“他是个瞎子”。于是也就只能解释为“这个大自然里总是有很多奇妙的现象”。 傅小司看着立夏朝自己点头，本来有点儿想不起这个女孩子的，但看到陆之昂叫了声立夏自己也似乎有点儿记起来了。傅小司从小到大都不怎么能记住人，除非常说话或者接近，否则根本记不住。 陆之昂拍拍小司的肩膀说：“你觉得这个女孩子怎么样啊？我觉得很可爱的。” 傅小司歪了歪头，说：“嗯，还好，安静，不吵闹，不讨厌。” 陆之昂露出牙齿哈哈笑了两声。一般傅小司这样说一个人的时候那就代表这个人在小司的心里还是蛮好的。傅小司很少夸奖人。应该说是从来没有过。陆之昂想了想，还是没有想起来小司夸过，从小到大这么多年都没听他说过。 陆之昂一直都觉得小司有点儿自闭，似乎一半时间活在这个世界里，一半时间活在另外一个世界里。所以他想，小司什么时候可以长大呢？长成一个能说会道口若悬河的人呢？也许永远都不可能吧。 陆之昂想到这里呵呵地傻笑了两下，走在前面的傅小司转过头来看了他一眼，冷冷地说了句：“有病啊。” 陆之昂眉头一皱，卷起袖子，扑过去。 尘土飞扬。 秋天的阳光充满了穿透力。像是聚光灯般照在这两个男生的身上，如同一种微弱的暗示。 周六破天荒的不用上课，但是周日要上课作为周六放假后的补偿。其实也就是把周日的假期和周六互相换一下而已。可是全校的学生好像捡了大便宜一样乐疯了。感觉如同过圣诞一样。 七七和立夏借了年级里男生的自行车准备出去买东西。当然这自行车是七七去借来的，七七长了一张美人脸，借什么都不需要花大力气。那些男生在外借自行车的时候甚至想把自己一起外借来当车夫。 一直到黄昏立夏和七七才从市区回来。大包小包的东西放在自行车车筐里，车子变得摇摇晃晃。两个人笑着，穿过两边长满高大树木的上山的路，朝着学校费力地骑上去，一直骑到学校门口的时候立夏才准备下来，可还没等到落地后面就传来尖锐的刹车声音。 七七的尖叫声在黄昏里显得格外的吓人，立夏刚转过头就看见车子朝自己撞过来。车筐里的东西四散开来，立夏的脚卡到车的齿轮上，一绞，血马上涌了出来。尖锐的痛感从脚上直逼心脏，立夏感觉连视线都在那一瞬间模糊了。 七七手里的袋子掉在地上，她手捂着嘴巴说不出话来，眼睛里面大颗大颗的眼泪往外涌。立夏想安慰一下七七告诉她自己没事，可是嘴巴一张就是一声呻吟。这让立夏自己也吓了一跳。钻心的疼痛越来越剧烈。很深的一道伤口，血染红了一整只袜子。 开车的司机走了出来，本来立夏想说“算了，没关系”然后就离开的。可是这人竟然开口就是一句“你眼睛瞎了啊”。 立夏想，真他妈狗屁你从后面撞上我到底是的眼睛瞎了啊，你眼睛是长在后面的么？可是心里想归想，却也没和他争辩什么，一来疼，说话说不清楚，二来这辆车子一看就很高级，立夏懒得和这种富贵人家的人纠缠不清。 但七七听不下去了。她上来什么也没说，只是摸出本子了车牌，然后从书包里拿出同男生借的相机开始拍。地上刹车的印记，立夏自行车的位置，甚至拍下了学校门前的减速带和墙上的那个机动车禁止入内的标志。立夏知道相机里根本就没胶卷了，心里想偷偷地笑。一个笑容刚诞生在嘴角，又被疼痛逼了回去。 那个司机有点儿慌了，额头上有了些细密的汗。他搓着手对七七说“你别拍了”。七七收起相机，把手抱在胸前，一副“我要听听你怎么说”的架势。 那个人有点儿尴尬地笑着，也不知道该说些什么。 七七过来扶立夏，她说：“走，我带你到保健室去，伤口要包扎一下不然会一直流血的。”立夏看着七七，突然发现七七居然有这么成熟的一面，刚刚吓得滚出眼泪的七七现在变得像是妈妈一样冷静。立夏真是佩服死七七了。 那个人过来连声说着“对不起”。立夏看着他也很可怜，并且自己的脚也就只有一道伤口，虽然非常疼，但好像也确实没伤到神和骨头。 立夏想干脆算了吧。 还没把这句话说出口，坐在车子后座的人出来了，一个漂亮的女孩子，一身的衣服也很漂亮，一看就知道价格不菲。立夏想又是富贵人家的女孩子。立夏低声对七七说：“走吧。” 刚挣扎着站了起来，那个女生说了话，她说：“你等等。” 立夏转过来，她走到立夏面前，从钱包里拿了一些钱，说：“拿去，对不起，是我们的司机不好。” 本来立夏觉得这个女孩子很漂亮，并且她道歉的语气也是很诚恳的，可是她拿钱的这个动作让立夏觉得有种恶心的感觉从喉咙里冲上来。 立夏摇了摇头，说：“不用。”然后转身和七七走了，心里想，富贵人家的孩子总归是讨厌的，有钱了不起啊。 “立夏！”有人在背后叫了自己的名字。 立夏转过头去看到陆之昂的笑容，还有旁边傅小司满脸的冷漠表情。 傅小司走过来的时候眉头皱起来，他转过头看着车里下来的那个女孩子，问：“怎么回事？” 那个女孩子对傅小司笑了笑，说“我家的司机不小心撞到这个女孩子了。” 傅小司走过来，低头看了看立夏的脚，问：“怎么不去保健室？” 立夏说：“刚撞，没来得及，现在就去。” 傅小司说：“我带你去吧。” 立夏突然觉得血液又开始涌起来，伤口突然变疼。像是每一根神末梢都被人用指甲重重地掐了一下。全身的感觉突然变得敏锐起来。 在自己的心里，这个眼睛里永远一层散不去的雾气的人，这个在班里出了名的冰山王子，不是应该看也不看地从自己身边走过去的吗？而那个整天在班级里逗女生开心、笑声响亮的陆之昂则应该是笑呵呵地望着自己，打个招呼说：“啊，受伤啦？”然后两人转身离开。这比较符合印象中的两个人的形象，也比较符合生活一贯的乏味和苍白。 而今天这是怎么了？像是符合了少女漫画的脚本，以及内心中那些若隐若现的素描。 转身走进学校，立夏突然感觉到手肘处被手掌托了起来，肌肤上有了些微的温度。立夏有点儿脸红，距离被一瞬间近，空气中突然弥漫起青草的香气，像是本就存在于空气中的夏日清香，从被突然压近的空间里挤了出来。 侧过去看到一张没有表情的侧脸，在黄昏里显得安静而深邃。光线沿着皮肤的各个角度遁去。 那个女生在后面说：“我想给她钱的，可是她不要。” 陆之昂从后面匆匆地赶上来，从她身边过的时候表情厌恶地说了句：“收起你的钱吧，你家还没我家有钱。” 傅小司这时皱了皱眉头，然后瞪了下陆之昂。 立夏也觉得气氛有点儿奇怪。本来陆之昂对都是一副温水般的亲切样子，不可近也不可推远，可是今天明显对那个女生动了气，而且语言刻薄得几乎不像他。 傅小司转过头去，说：“嫣然，你先进学校去吧，我送她去保健室，等下再找你。” 立夏瞪圆了眼睛。 ——认识的。 ——他们明显是认识的。 ——可是他们怎么会认识呢？ 各种想法从身体里冒出来，像是海底涌上来的气泡，冒出水面，就啪地破开。 香樟的阴影覆盖着这间坐落在教学楼底楼最右边的保健室。 风从高大的玻璃窗外吹过去，隔着玻璃，似乎也能听到呼呼的风声。 立夏躺在保健室的内间，手上打着点滴。 刚刚检查的时候医生说没有关系没伤到骨头，只是伤口有点儿深所以要吊盐水，消炎以及防止破伤风。而现在医生因为操场上有个女生被球踢到而赶过去处理了。 于是十几平方米的空间里，就只剩下傅小司和立夏两个人。 傅小司坐在立夏床前，眼睛有时候望着窗外，有时候望回来看看立夏。望来望去也没有焦点，看不出他到底在看哪里。这让立夏觉得脸上有点儿发烫。 “喝水么？”他突然冒出一句。 “嗯。”立夏起了起身子，点点头，然后又补了句，“谢谢。” 傅小司起身在房间里四顾了一下，没有看到饮水机。水瓶也没有。于是他拿起床头柜上的玻璃杯，打开书包，拿出了一瓶水，已经被他喝过了，剩下大半瓶。他拧开盖子，准备倒进杯里，又突然反应过来自己喝过，于是从口袋里掏出块手帕擦了擦瓶口。 立夏看着眼前的他，被窗外渗进来的微微白光照耀着，身上是一圈毛茸茸的光晕，像是电影里的人。 “是个细心的人呢。”立夏想着，挪了挪身子，坐得更高一些。 板放在病床的边上，本来今天准备把板带出去，看到美丽的景色就一下的，没想到和七七两个人玩得忘记了时间。 傅小司开立夏的速写本，正在喝着水的立夏想阻止可是已来不及了，张开口差点儿呛得喷水，动一动脚上就传来剧痛。 傅小司看了看立夏，皱着眉头说：“你好好躺着吧，乱动什么。” 说完他转过头去，一页一页地立夏的画稿，立夏看着他没表情的脸，觉得很尴尬。 傅小司看完后说了句：“嗯，真难看。” “不出所料。”立夏心里想。 “嗯，是很难看的。”声音低得听不见。也许只是说给自己听的吧，知道。 傅小司放下画稿，站起来，说：“我要走了，下次教你画画吧，这样的太难看了。” 立夏突然觉得傅小司也不是那么神秘的一个人。于是鼓足了勇气问了刚才一直想问的问题，她说：“傅小司，你认识那个女孩子？” 问完之后立夏就后悔了，因为她想傅小司肯定会觉得自己多事。 傅小司转过身来望着立夏，半晌，抬了抬眉毛，说：“你说李嫣然么，她是我女朋友。” 一群飞鸟从窗外飞过去。玻璃隔断了声响。立夏听不见。 无数双翅膀在立夏身后的高远蓝天上成群结队地飞过去。阳光穿过玻璃，将阴影投射到她的白色床单上。点滴放慢了速度。玻璃杯回荡起嗡嗡的共鸣。 There is no sound. 一百万个夏天。 都没有声响。