Chapter 7 Chapter.04 1998 Summer Solstice·Warm Fog·Breakdown

At first, Fu Xiaosi didn't know that the days were so long. Every morning, he opened his eyes in the sun, and then walked towards the writing desk with his messy hair and flip-flops, and picked up a pen to draw another day on the desk calendar. brush teeth.wash your face. In the mirror, I don't know when the long hair has been messed up. It suddenly occurred to me that almost a month had passed since the summer vacation.Summer is summer after all, and the temperature is astonishingly high. Even in a city with a high latitude like Asakawa, the white light shining on the concrete floor is enough to kill everyone's desire to go out.

Watermelons are piled up in piles by the roadside to form a green ocean, and occasionally there are flies making restless noises in the air, which is annoying.Li Yanran still comes over to play every two days. He said it was just watching TV in the living room, because Xiao Si didn’t know how to play with girls at all. The things he likes to play are puzzles, reading books, listening to CDs, playing video games, etc. Wait, it should be boring and outdated in the eyes of girls, right?Xiao Si thought a little annoyed, after all, Lu Zhiang is more popular with girls, and he can't finish talking, unlike himself, after "Hey, I'm here." "Would you like watermelon?" topic, so I went to the bedroom alone to put together puzzles.

Fortunately, Li Yanran was used to such a low-key person, reticent and distracted, so the two of them didn't feel bored when they stayed at home quietly, and even showed a little warmth with some tacit understanding.Yan Ran is not annoying, this makes Xiao Si feel very good.Many girls chattered endlessly whenever they discussed something, and Fu Xiaosi felt a severe headache every time and couldn't do anything about them.For example, Lixia and Qiqi both seem to be very quiet, and they talk more than their mother. The whole summer is still normal, there is nothing wrong with it.There are still many young boys and girls going swimming in groups, the bright sunlight reflected in a large swimming pool, young smiles and bubbling Coke with ice, how many young loves will be produced in midsummer?The air conditioner in the whole city is still fully turned on, and the movie theater can even make people cold.The real estate uncle in the community still smiles brightly every day.All time passed silently.

But what is it?Let this hot and incandescent summer vacation become slow and lengthy, with drowsy heat, crawling heavily from the eyelids. weird idea.Can't figure it out.Fu Xiaosi waved his hand, as if trying to drive away the steam in his head.Later, when I opened the closet to look for clothes, I saw the white shirt that Lu Zhiang left at home because of the rain last time, and then I remembered that Lu Zhiang hadn't contacted me for a month.Fu Xiaosi thought of this the moment he opened the closet, so he opened his mouth slightly and made an expression of "ah" silently.

Changed into a short-sleeved T-shirt and went out, stepped on the bicycle and drove out of the gate of the community, followed by a downhill, then turned left, turned left, passed by several street corners with mottled walls, and several wanted posters on the walls There has been no movement for several months.The camphor trees on the side of the road covered Fu Xiaosiwei's back with the shade as thick as splashed ink in summer, mottled with flickering light and dark. The T-shirt seemed to become translucent in the sun, revealing the wheat-colored skin of a young boy. Fu Xiaosi rode to the gate of Lu Zhiang's house, before he stopped the bike, he saw Lu Zhiang pushing his bicycle out.

As soon as Lu Zhiang looked up and saw Fu Xiaosi who was straddling the bicycle by the door, his expression changed slightly and strongly in an instant, but finally returned to calm, he opened his mouth and didn't speak for a long time, and finally said: " What are you doing here?" What am I doing here.Xiao Si thought to himself, it really sounded like his usual tone of speech, and he was as expressionless as himself. "It's nothing, just passing by here, just come to see you, have you been locked up at home this month to make bullets?" Fu Xiaosi rang the bicycle bell back and forth angrily, then looked up at Lu Zhiang in front of him.I don't know when this guy is half a head taller than me.The root of the tooth itches with hatred.

"It's nothing that I don't want to come out at home." "that's it?" "that is it" "Okay, then I'll go back first." Sulk. It was as if a balloon was slowly inflating in the chest cavity.Every push of the pedal is like pressing hard on the pump.The balloon is getting more and more inflated.Stuffed like it's about to explode. No matter what, it can be seen that Lu Zhiang has something on his mind, but he doesn't want to talk to him.It seems that this kind of situation has never happened since childhood. The normal situation should be that Lu Zhiang blah blah blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. How many CDs and which books have I bought in this month? If there is a slight setback in life, I will complain repeatedly with a mournful face.In general, Xiaosi would not answer, looked around blankly with blank eyes, and would occasionally pick him up with "ah" and "really" when he was talking too excitedly by himself, lest he get too involved in the drama.

And now it's like waving his head to the air. Vigorously, waved into a dense void. The fire in my heart didn't come out, so I rode my bike desperately.The camphor was blurred into long patches of green with furry edges and swished back from the side.Because his mind was full of the spectacular scene of beating that kid and stepping on the ground to relieve his hatred, he didn't notice that he almost bumped into someone when he turned the corner. Fu Xiaosi braked the car in embarrassment, then raised his head and saw a familiar face, which was almost exactly the same as the expressionless face he had seen just a few minutes ago.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, Uncle Lu, why are you here?" The summer air makes people feel stuffy and suffocating.Fu Xiaosi has also been thinking about how to understand what Lu Zhiang's father said just now, "His mother has terminal cancer in Sichuan Hospital". Fu Xiaosi even felt that he had gone through a long hibernation and got up lazily, feeling weak all over. It seemed that there was still heavy snow outside the window, but when he opened his eyes, it was already scorching summer. There was a burning pain all over my body.Like something is burning from the skin.Fu Xiaosi thought about the expression of Lu Zhiang passing in front of him just now—expressionless face—and the back view of him leaving by bicycle.

The white shirt is like a windless banner. It must be very sad.But he still looks strong. Xiao Si suddenly felt very sad, because he was afraid that Lu Zhiang would never show his teeth and laugh like before.Thinking of this, he panicked a little, so he said goodbye to Lu Zhiang's father, then turned around and rode towards Sichuan Hospital. The world is silent, as quiet as water.It started when Lu Zhiang walked out of the gate of Sichuan Hospital carrying a metal insulated lunch box. He raised his head and saw Fu Xiaosi sitting on the side of the road at the gate of Sichuan Hospital, feeling a little sad in his heart.But so many words were stuck in his throat, and in the end he only said: "Do you want to go back? Together"

"Next semester, we will be divided into arts and sciences, have you thought about it?" ——Zhiang, will you separate from me? "I don't know, I haven't seriously thought about it yet, Xiao Si, you should study literature." "Yeah. There is an exhibition of Yan Bo's paintings at the Asakawa Art Museum this weekend. Will you go with me?" ——Go to any place to relax, let me accompany you, it will be very sad when you are alone. "Xiao Si, go by yourself, I'm a little tired recently." "I met a very beautiful girl that day, but she was very proud. I will introduce you next time and see if you can handle it." ——Zhiang, you must be the same as before, you must laugh, you must be good at making girls happy, you must be happy, and don’t frown like me, which is so ugly. Fu Xiaosi was waiting for Lu Zhiang's answer, and by the way, he was racking his brains to think about the next question, even if it was just a casual chat, but it seemed difficult, and he couldn't remember how Lu Zhiang comforted him when he put on a bad face my own.Just as I was thinking about a bad question like "Let's go get my hair cut together", I just turned my head away, and then the world fell silent for a moment. Lu Zhiang was sitting in the middle of the road, his legs were too long and innocently bent and stretched in front of him, the setting sun was sinking from his back, and there was a layer of furry light on his back.There were no vehicles or pedestrians, only the tall camphor trees on both sides of the road exuded the strong smell of leaves.His head was lowered, his hair covered his clear eyebrows and eyes, but he could still see a drop of water suddenly smashed on the white concrete road.Fu Xiaosi's heart suddenly felt pain after fit, because in the crashing sound of the overlapping camphor leaves, in the rustling of the treetops like the sea tide, in thousands of clear or indistinct sounds Here, he heard Lu Zhiang's words that were so light that there was almost no trace, and he said slowly with a crying voice: "Xiao Si, I've actually thought about it seriously. The road ahead must be very sad." The wind blows over the tops of the trees, carrying all the sounds up into the sky.Then disappeared behind the white clouds. Above the head is the lonely blue sky of seventeen years old.Always will be. Disappeared. those voices. In the following time, Fu Xiaosi went to Lu Zhiang's house by bicycle every morning, and then went to the hospital with him. He used to go downstairs to call him every day when he went to school, but now it's reversed, every morning Fu Xiaosi even got up earlier than when he was in school, hurriedly brushed his teeth and washed his face, then quickly raised his throat and drank milk, grabbed the bread and Rush downstairs.When biting bread on the road, the index finger and middle finger of the hand holding the handlebar will fold together to pray, God please bless Zhiang with a happy mood today. There was always not much talking on the road, the sunlight swayed from the branches and leaves of the camphor and sprinkled on the two boys.In the second year of high school, he suddenly turned into a seventeen-year-old boy, his body gradually became slender and thin, and his muscles showed lines.The shoulder blades are clearly outlined in the white shirt.In the hospital, because of the brain tumor, Lu Zhiang's mother had an operation on the head and a lot of stitches. Coupled with the chemotherapy, all her hair fell out.His mother was in a deep sleep most of the time, occasionally Lu Zhiang would bend over immediately when she woke up, and then she closed her eyes and fell asleep again. Fu Xiaosi didn't know what he should do. He spent most of his time reading on the bed next to him, and occasionally drew some patterns on the white paper.As for Lu Zhiang, his legs were curled up on the chair, his eyes were red and he was in a daze.Occasionally, Xiao Si would peel an apple and give him half of it. The days just passed away day by day, with the unique tranquility before death, huge and powerless. The world seems to have turned into a splendid fruit, but there is a worm in the core that is constantly nibbling slowly, biting the empty core and pulp bit by bit, and gradually approaching the peel.Before the sharp bite that breaks through the peel, the world is still bright and shiny, only the rustling sound of gnawing slowly spreads out from the center of the world bit by bit. Every day, Xiao Si and Zhi Ang walked back and forth on the concrete road with few passers-by, silent in the rising sun, and bowed their heads sadly in the setting sun. The carving knife of time is merciless, and the raised chin is already surrounded by the blue beard unique to teenagers.During the many evenings when he went home, Xiao Si was thinking, have we grown up like this?Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, growing up into the long future. Time stopped for an instant, and at dusk when the sky was full of sunset, Xiao Si and Zhi Ang raised their heads at the same time, and heard the long sound of the heartbeat monitor's waveform returning to a straight line. After Li Xia got up, he marked off another day on the calendar, and there were still seventeen days left for school to start.Li Xia also felt a little strange that the days passed so long.Sometimes I went to Qiqi's house to chat with her, and I would talk about many things about Asakawa No. 1 Middle School, and I would always talk about Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang, two students in Asakawa No. 1 Middle School that all the teachers in the school regard as treasures.There are many things to talk about, such as Lu Zhiang's never-changing blue backpack, Fu Xiaosi's usual white shirt, the coke that both of them love to drink, Lu Zhiang's lawless laughing up to the sky, and the perennial fog in Fu Xiaosi's eyes , the two desks in the classroom with patterned patterns, and the long black windbreaker in winter, when the year is about to pass, Lixia recalled them all clearly in his heart. Every time Lixia talks about it, she feels a little sad in her heart.If I had known that I would not have left a phone call to the two of them, it made me so depressed now.I don't know what those two people are busy with. When Li Xia occasionally sees the quiet phone at home, he will think, what is Xiao Si doing now, is he still frowning and drawing?And Lu Zhiang is still sleeping with his head covered next to him? These things about Asakawa No. 1 Middle School can only be discussed with Qiqi, because in a small town like Muro County, people who can be admitted to Asakawa No. 1 Middle School are as rare as students from small cities who are admitted to the best universities.Li Xia was very careful not to mention Asakawa No. 1 Middle School when meeting with his junior high school classmates, let alone mentioning that he was in the top ten in school, otherwise there would always be people with red eyes and sour words.Li Xia is most afraid of these.But privately, I can also be a little angry.I didn't try to blame it at the beginning, I used to stay up late at night when you were sleeping when I was suffering, and now I'm jealous that I can go to the best middle school in the province.absurd. Lixia has been thinking about the division of arts and sciences throughout the summer vacation. Qiqi is a student of literature, so don't ask, but Lixia has two other people in his mind besides himself. Uneasy, even pacing back and forth at home when thinking about this issue, just like an old man.And that day I called Xiao Si to ask about this matter, but in the end I heard about Lu Zhiang's mother. Li Xia clearly remembered that when he heard that sentence, the microphone in his hand dropped to the floor with a bang, and when he picked it up again it was already disconnected, but he didn't have the courage to call again.Li Xia turned her head to look at her mother who was busy in the kitchen, the setting sun hit her hair, her hair was slightly gray, and her back formed a slightly sour arc.Li Xia felt unstoppable sadness in his heart, and the circles of his eyes turned red in an instant. Li Xia walked over and hugged her mother from behind.Mom yelled: "Oh, be careful of the oil, it's hot." Tears slid down.Mom didn't see it. My heart is full of water.dare not move.Afraid of the sorrow that spreads out from the ground. The yard was crowded with people coming and going, and the summer heat sinks and accumulates near the surface, making the whole yard extremely hot, and countless wreaths are placed outside the door.White chrysanthemums are scattered in every corner in piles.When Fu Xiaosi and his parents came, the surrounding area was full of people, with blank expressions or whispering.Occasionally, he could hear something like "too poor, such a small child" clearly, and Fu Xiaosi frowned slightly. Uncle Lu has been busy greeting those who came to the funeral, he looks haggard, his eyes sunken deeply.It must have been several days without sleep.Xiao Si started to look for Lu Zhiang after greeting Uncle Lu, but he couldn't find him. There were many people crowded around. After all, Uncle Lu was a respectable figure in Asakawa, so there were many people who came here. While frowning, Xiao Si kept saying "Excuse me, excuse me" in a low voice while loosening the collar of his shirt. It was too hot, and his chest was sweating all the time.This black shirt was just bought by my mother, and I have never had an all-black dress in my closet. Fu Xiaosi saw Lu Zhiang sitting in the corner after those spiritual masters beating gongs and drums made a fuss.With messy hair and an unshaven beard on his lips, he was still wearing a white shirt with patches of mud on it. Fu Xiaosi felt the pain in his eyes was unbearable, he thought in a trance, maybe the people around him were all black, in the whole black world, only Lu Zhiang was pure white, that's why he felt the glare.And this weak and powerless white, in the dark and boundless world, is like a group of innocent and soft white catkins. Just as Fu Xiaosi was about to call him, the phone rang suddenly. Xiao Si took out his mobile phone from his pocket and saw that it was Li Xia.Just after finishing two sentences, it was cut off abruptly.After hanging up the phone, Fu Xiaosi looked over at Lu Zhiang, just in time to meet Lu Zhiang's gaze. Lu Zhiang raised his head when he heard the same phone ringtone as himself, he knew it was Fu Xiaosi.Xiao Si standing in front of him was dressed in black, standing in the gradually darkening twilight, his eyes shining like a compassionate priest, and except for his bright eyes, his whole body seemed to melt into the night behind him Same here. Lu Zhiang's chest was a little tight, and in the space of breathing, he felt that the whole world was extremely turbulent like the moment before a torrential flood broke its embankment.This kind of emotion even made it too late for him to think about why Fu Xiaosi's eyes that were always blurred would become clear and bright like the brilliant North Star again. On the day of his mother's funeral, Lu Zhiang didn't say a word. The car drove out from the gate of the community, and there were people in twos and threes standing on both sides to see them off.Everyone else sat in a bus in the back.There are also fallen paper flowers on the side of the road.White, with a dazzling light. He watched everything progressing slowly like a silent movie, and the only thing he knew was that Fu Xiaosi stood beside him also silent.In the past, he always didn't understand why Xiao Si could talk so little, but now, he found that he could do it easily. The bodies were put into the incinerator.Mom's face disappeared into the narrow steel space.He remembered that when he was five years old, his mother could have left Asakawa to go to a big city for further studies, and when she came back half a year later, she could become a senior executive of the bank.And that day at the train station, Lu Zhiang watched his mother step onto the train, and suddenly burst into tears. One minute before the train started, his mother ran off the train.After Lu Zhiang grew up, she realized that the decision her mother made at the beginning was actually giving up her own life. She chose her mother and gave up her own career as a woman. ——Mom, I will never cry again, and I will never let you give up anything for me.You are free to live your own life. The flames were faintly red, and the heat increased in an instant.Lu Zhiang felt his eye sockets swell, he remembered the thing that he almost died of illness, it was when he was ten years old, he had a sudden high fever, couldn't get a car at night, and it was pouring rain, father was on a business trip, mother hugged him alone It took almost three hours to get to the hospital.At that time, his family didn't live in the city center, and the mountain road was muddy, and his mother couldn't change hands when she was holding him. Her hands were exhausted, so she clung tightly to each other and wouldn't let go.Later, the doctor said that if the child arrived at the hospital a few hours late, it would not be possible to save the child.Zhi Ang remembered that his mother was crying loudly in the hospital, and he could feel her sadness even in his coma. ——Mom, I will never play outside all day and don’t know how to go home. I will never let you sit and wait for me in the living room. Mom, I will never go out to have fun with girls I forgot your birthday, mom, I will never cheat and force you to say that my paintings are better than Fu Xiaosi, mom, I will never say that your dishes are not delicious, mom, I will never Cry and make a fuss when sick. Black dust began to fly out of the chimney, and the tall chimney looked particularly bleak in the twilight.When Fu Xiaosi raised his head, it suddenly occurred to him that this dusty entrance and exit had taken away the sadness and longing of many people. In the evening sky, a flock of black birds flew silently.Zhiang remembered that a girl who liked him once went to his house, and her mother was very happy, because she was always worried that she would not find a wife if she was such a fool.Mom was so happy to see the girl that she was even a little overwhelmed with nervousness.That day his mother chatted with them all the time, and Lu Zhiang knew that his mother was very happy.But the girl whispered in his ear, "Why isn't your mother leaving? I want to chat with you alone."Just because of this sentence he kicked the girl out.His mother scolded him for his bad temper.He didn't talk back at that time, thinking in his heart, he will definitely find the best wife in the world in the future to let his mother know that I am also a very good boy.But he didn't expect that the time was so short that he didn't have time to do so many things. ——Mom, I will never get my clothes dirty again every day. Mom, I will never forget that you like red and buy green clothes for you by mistake. Mom, I will never give you to me again. The gift was left somewhere in the room under the pretext of not liking it, mom I will never forget your birthday again mom I will never cry again mom I will be the best CPA mom you must Go to the kingdom of heaven, and I will come when I die in the future. You can rest assured that I will definitely come to the kingdom of heaven, because you told me to be a strong and kind person.God will love me very much, bye, mother. Fu Xiaosi raised his head, the sky was so gray that he couldn't see clearly.He thought, this summer is finally over, there will never be another summer like this. Fu Xiaosi had many inexplicable emotions in his heart when he walked home with Zeus, and he couldn't even tell whether it was panic, anger, or deep sadness. He thought that Lu Zhiang's mood had gradually improved, but in fact everything was only getting worse.Standing in the courtyard of Lu Zhiang's house, he could only see Zeus squatting dirty beside the dog house with an innocent expression on his face, and when he saw Fu Xiaosi walking into the courtyard, he would bark in a low voice. Like Lu Zhiang, Lu Zhiang's father is still in a sad mood.It's just that Lu Zhiang is more serious.Fu Xiaosi only found out after chatting with Uncle Lu that after his mother was buried, Zhi Ang often came back from the outside in the early morning, reeking of alcohol and with red eyes. Uncle Lu said: "When I slapped him, he didn't make a sound, and the tears in his eyes didn't fall. I can also hear the sound of him gritting his teeth. I know my son better than anyone else. Usually He seems very easy-going, but his personality is more stubborn than his own." When Fu Xiaosi said goodbye, he looked at the poor Zeus in the yard, and said, "I'll take Zeus home to raise him for a while." Fu Xiaosi tied Zeus to the railing at the entrance of the hypermarket, and then went in to buy dog ​​food.When I came out, I saw Zeus squatting on the side of the road in the twilight and watching the rushing cars. There were many people around who cast curious eyes on Zeus. How could such a big and beautiful shepherd dog be tied to the road so sloppily? side? Zeus lay on the ground intently, staring at the distance of the road, waiting quietly, while Fu Xiaosi looked at Zeus's back and suddenly felt sad for unknown reasons. On the way home, Fu Xiaosi remembered many things from the past.At that time, Zeus was still a very small dog. Zeus almost grew up with the two of them. From being so weak, he now stands taller than Xiao Si. Those past years all came back again, he and Lu Zhiang took Zeus to climb the mountains together, and dragged Zeus to swim in the river, bought all kinds of dog food, and changed three dog houses of different sizes , the last dog house was hammered out by him and Zhiang with wooden blocks and nails.Those past events surged from the depths of my heart to the top of my throat.Fu Xiaosi suddenly stopped and patted Zeus' head. Zeus obediently raised his head and licked Xiao Si's palm with his wet tongue, and then Xiao Si burst into tears.The noisy road in the twilight silently absorbed Fu Xiaosi's tears, and the hot ground accommodated his sorrow and quickly descended towards the depths of the earth.Xiao Si knelt down and hugged Zeus, then wiped away his tears, he thought, cry one last time, and never cry again. When Xiao Si stood up and was about to go home, Zeus suddenly called out loudly. Among the domineering boys in front, the most obvious one was a tall, thin man in a white shirt with an expressionless face, holding a beer bottle in his hand.The moment he saw Fu Xiaosi, the hand holding the wine bottle tightened suddenly, the knuckles turned white, and the slender knuckles could even be heard cracking. Fu Xiaosi's eyes were more unfocused than ever, and his face had a cold expression.The excited Zeus stood motionless, and then said word by word: "Lu Zhiang, when are you going to make trouble!" Fu Xiaosi was very angry when he saw a group of sleazy punks standing in front of him.Fu Xiaosi also knew several of them, who were problem students who were expelled when he was studying in the junior high school of Asakawa No. 1 Middle School.The person who hooked Lu Zhiang's shoulder was Wu Yue, and almost everyone hated him when he was in school. "Have you been with this kind of person these days?" Originally, he wanted to say "this kind of bastard", but Fu Xiaosi still maintained some rationality.Because during this time, he didn't want to get angry with Lu Zhiang either. Lu Zhiang didn't speak, just sat down on the railing by the side of the road with his head down, holding the bottle in his hand and unconsciously knocking on the railing, his hair was hanging down in front of him, and he couldn't see any expression. On the contrary, Wu Yue came over and grabbed Fu Xiaosi's chin as soon as he raised his hand, and said arrogantly: "Speak clearly to me, what is this kind of person, what kind of person?! I know you are Fu Xiaosi, Fu Xiaosi. Is Xiao Si amazing?" Before Fu Xiaosi could react, he heard the muffled sound of bone hitting bone, and then a figure from behind flashed in front of him, Lu Zhiang slapped Wu Yue hard on the face, and Wu Yue screamed in pain Lu Zhiang knocked the beer bottle on the railing, then pointed the broken bottle at those people who opened their mouths because of surprise, and said: "I'm in a bad mood, anyone who wants to fight, come here." Lu Zhiang looked at Fu Xiaosi silently looking for various medicines for wounds in the room, back and forth on the floor with bare feet, looked at the bruise on his chin near the ear, and felt a burst of emotion. Feel distressed.He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, Wu Yue's force is really ruthless.Although I have often fought with Xiao Si since I was a child, and even rolled all over the floor, I still can't bear others to fight against Xiao Si.So when he saw Wu Yue pinching Xiao Si's chin today, Lu Zhiang's heart instantly became furious.But now, although I wanted to say a lot, I didn't know how to say it, and I only asked vaguely "Does it hurt?" "Of course it hurts, you fucking let me pinch it and try." Sure enough, there was no good voice.This is also what Lu Zhiang expected.However, Xiao Si can still lose his temper at himself, which proves that he is not too angry.Growing up together, Lu Zhiang understood his temper, if he was really angry, he would never say a word to you.So Lu Zhiang felt less guilty. "But having said that, you really don't know how to fight well. Fortunately, you have me, otherwise you would not only have a bruise on your chin." Lu Zhiang couldn't help but miss a word. "I have your dog in my hand! You try to fight with a dog!" Fu Xiaosi didn't stop because Lu Zhiang was speechless, he continued to squint and stare at him and said: "Moreover! Don't you see how many people get paid!" After finishing speaking, he threw a lot of things such as cotton, gauze, alcohol, iodine, hydrogen peroxide, Band-Aid, Yunnan Baiyao, etc., at him.Then he fell on the sofa and rubbed his chin, thinking in his heart, mother's Wu Yue, this bastard is so strong! Lu Zhiang spread his hands and made a helpless expression of "OK, you won", and then began to clean the wound with cotton dipped in alcohol.Seeing his clumsy appearance, Fu Xiaosi could only sigh and got up to help him. Pushing away his hair, he saw a deep gash on his head. Fu Xiaosi didn't dare to use any force while holding the alcohol cotton ball. The red flesh and coagulated blood made Xiao Si feel uncomfortable, because he knew that the gash was Because Lu Zhiang ran over to help him block the smashed wine bottle, his throat was a little choked, especially when Lu Zhiang was shaking involuntarily.Xiao Si knew that it was because the alcohol touched the wound. "Scream if it hurts, and pretend to be a fart in front of me." The tone was calm without waves, concealing the distress in it. "I'm afraid my dad will hear it. If there's no one at home, I'll call God a long time ago. Take it easy, you!" Fu Xiaosi pressed the cotton down hard, looked at Lu Zhiang and said: "You also know that you are afraid that your father will hear. What are you thinking, hanging out with people like that." Lu Zhiang lowered his head and didn't say much. He didn't know when he didn't dare to talk back to Xiao Si. He didn't know why, but he felt that Xiao Si was too majestic.If it was in normal times, he would definitely have a hippie smiling face, but now, because of his heavy heart, he remained silent. Fu Xiaosi turned around and walked out of the room, brought water when he came back, he felt a little sad looking at the silent Lu Zhiang, but also a little angry, especially when he saw him mixing with people like Wu Yue.He handed the water to Lu Zhiang, and said: "If you give up on yourself like this, your mother will hate you to death" As soon as Lu Zhiang heard the word "Mom", he waved his hand, "Don't mention my mother!" But with a wave of his hand, he hit the boiled water handed over by Xiao Si, and when he raised his head, he saw that the whole water flowed from Fu Xiaosi. Splash it on your shoulders.Lu Zhiang stood up at a loss, because his hands touched a little water, and just a little bit was very hot.He looked at Fu Xiaosi's expressionless face and suddenly panicked. Fu Xiaosi didn't say anything, even though his shoulder was so hot that he almost cried out.Just for a moment, there was some sadness in my heart.The boy's feelings should be so forbearing, no matter how much pain he endures without any expression, he can bear all the sharp corners and sharp blades with a calm side face. That night Fu Xiaosi stayed at Lu Zhiang's house, he lay on the bed in the guest room and couldn't sleep, Lu Zhiang's sad face was still appearing in front of his eyes repeatedly. The pain in the shoulder haunts my mind from time to time, and when I touch it with my hand, it feels like a hot burn. "This idiot." It seemed that he could only curse "this idiot". The next morning when Fu Xiaosi opened his eyes, he saw the ointment for burns on the side of the pillow.At that moment, he felt that something was blocked in his throat.He could imagine that Lu Zhiang would come in quietly at night to put down the ointment, or he would look at himself sleeping soundly with guilty eyes.Then sit on the floor and say something to your sleeping self that you can't usually say, or cry weakly.Then quietly close the door and leave. Fu Xiaosi went to the balcony and opened the curtains to look out. The sun was shining brightly, with the scorching brightness unique to summer. Under the sun, Lu Zhiang was helping Zeus take a shower with the faucet.His face was full of smiles again, although not as brilliant as before, but he looked extraordinarily calm, and Zeus in the splash of water also looked extraordinarily happy. Fu Xiaosi closed his eyes, and heard the wind that came and went freely above the high blue sky, and the sound of the wind passed through more distant places one after another.He thought, these sudden pains can only be healed by time.It's just that the idiot who has suffered such pain will become more brave, or will he become more vulnerable to injury? Anyway, the long summer is finally over. It's been a week since school started.But I still can't feel any changes, or a lot of things have changed unconsciously, but I just didn't notice it with my too dazed eyes. I can't help but look at the children who have just entered Asakawa No. 1 Middle School.It should be the mentality of the old people. Looking at them, the word "youth" echoed in their minds.Hell.Just over a year ago, Lixia looked at the gate of the new school curiously, at the endless camphor trees, at the honor roll in the school window, the seniors who graduated from higher education and one school after another. The name of the prestigious university has been open mouthed in surprise. But now, when school is over, they have to fight for seats in the cafeteria with those children who just came in, use the same swimming pool, and stand in the same playground every Monday to watch the national flag raising. The laughter covered the past, and more painters appeared in the studio.Sometimes Lixia really feels very depressed, and this depression comes out of nowhere. The classroom was moved to the second floor, and it was still the classroom in the middle.We all know that this is just a temporary classroom, because the final division of arts and sciences will be decided one week after the start of school.At that time, everyone will enter a new class, become friends with new classmates, have new seats, new lockers, and a new duty schedule.Then gradually start to forget the previous things. Then gradually start to forget the previous things. When Li Xia thought of this, he suddenly felt a little sad. Because Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang didn't talk much for a week, in fact, Xiaosi didn't talk much at first, and she was used to it long ago, but Lu Zhiang's bright smile really disappeared out of thin air. Sometimes watching him ride a bicycle with Xiao Si across the campus peacefully, watching him quietly leaning against the railing in a white shirt, or going back and forth in the swimming pool without saying a word during swimming lessons, Li Xia can't stop In a trance, I felt that it was another Lu Zhiang. 小司告诉过立夏陆之昂妈妈的事情，可是她什么忙也帮不上，甚至不敢在陆之昂面前提起，怕一瞬间气氛就失控。只能在看到他沉默的时候一起沉默，在他安静的时候一起安静。 有时候她就想，会不会陆之昂的人生就此改变了呢？在他以后的十年，二十年，甚至更加漫长的岁月里，他还会像以前没心没肺地笑么？他还会戴着有两个小辫子的帽子摇头晃脑地耍赖么？他还会对着每一个路过的女孩子吹口哨么？ 想到这里只觉得心酸。 夏日渐渐消失。 气温变得失去锋利的热度。已渐渐像要秋天了。It was getting dark quickly. 立夏站在阳台上朝着黑暗的夜色望出去的时候，心里对未来没有任何的把握。远处的楼房透出星星点点的灯火，在浓重的黑暗里显得格外的微茫。觉得世界突然凭空地陷落一块，然后夜色像墨般迅速地填充进去，声音消失无踪，所有的未来都像是被硬生生地埋进了深深的河床，在河床的厚重淤泥之下一千米，然后水面还有一千米，永无天日。 已到来的高二，即将到来的高三，那些曾在传说中无数次出现的千军万马过独木桥的片段来回地出现在脑海里，轰轰作响。 像是梦境里常出现的那列火车，发出有规律的铁轨撞击声。又像是有人拿着刀，找准了我们最弱、最不设防的部分温柔地刺进去，然后出来，血肉模糊，然后再刺进去，一直到最后痛苦变得麻木，现在变得模糊，未来变成没有人可以知道的结局。 立夏突然有点儿想哭。 小司以前跟她讲过一个天使的故事，大概是说，每一个人都有一个一直守护着他的天使，这个天使如果觉得你的生活太过悲哀，你的心情太过难过，那么他就会化身成为你身边的某一个人，也许是你的朋友，也许是你的恋人，也许是你的父母，也许是你仅仅见过一面的陌生人，这些人安静地出现在你的生命里，陪你度过一小段快乐的时光，然后他再不动声色地离开。于是你的人生就有了幸福的回忆，即使你以后的道路上布满了风雪，一想起曾幸福的事情，你就可以依然勇敢。所以那些默默离开我们的人，其实都是天使回归了天国，比如那些离开的朋友，那些曾给过你帮助的陌生人，那些曾爱过最后分开的人，曾讲过一个很好听的笑话逗你开心的同学，曾唱过一首好听的歌给你听的歌手，写过一本好书的作家，他们都是善良的天使。也许你有段时间会对于他们的消失感到伤心或者失落，会四处寻找想知道他们去了哪里，到了什么国度，可是到最后，你都会相信，他们在这个世界的某一个角落，安静而满足地生活着。于是曾的那些失落和伤心都将不复存在，时间是最伟大的治愈师。 立夏有时候也在想，小司和之昂会是天使么？有时候都觉得他们不像人间的男孩子，没有普通男生的邋遢与聒噪，也没有故意的扮帅和出风头，他们安静地出现在每一个清晨和黄昏，安静地笑或者微微地皱起眉头，可是无论如何都不能掩盖他们身上的光芒，有时候她甚至会想，当他们两个人站在人潮汹涌的街头，你不用费任何力气，就可以找到他们。 还有遇见，遇见也是一个天使吧。有时候都觉得这样的女孩子，已坚强到了让人心疼的地步。咬着牙在漆黑的夜晚里走路，也有风雪，也有沼泽，也有反复出没的让人恐惧的梦魇。很多个晚上遇见都会给她讲她在酒吧遇到的事情，比如某一天某位客人突然送了她花说她唱歌真的很好听，说老板这个月又给她加了薪水，因为她的歌越来越受到客人的欢，或者说有男孩子专门从一个很远的城市赶过来听她唱歌，因为他的朋友告诉他，在浅川有一个很会唱歌的女孩子，这甚至让青田都有点儿微微地吃醋呢。 她对立夏讲起她的梦想像是一个孩童在描述她玻璃瓶里五彩的糖果。她说总有一天她要红遍全中国，成为全国最红的明星，她要每一个人听到她的歌就觉得充满了力量，她要让每一个哭泣的人都会因为听到她的歌声而变得勇敢，并且可以继续以后艰难而漫长的路。她要让善良的人们在历黑暗和丑恶的人性的时候还可以在她的歌声里找到温暖和勇气。 在遇见对立夏描述这些的时候，立夏总会看见一些微弱的光芒从遇见的身上散发开来，在浓厚得如同海水一样的夜色里发出微波的光晕，像是从小到大看过的夏日夜晚的萤火虫。而她也明白，这些微弱的光芒，总有一天会让遇见变成最为华丽的燕尾蝶，在所有人的目光里光芒万丈。 无论什么时候，立夏都深深地相信着。 无论如何，寒冷总是让人无望。 这是立夏今天在语文书上看到的一个句子。 在课间去水房冲咖啡的时候她就在不断地回想着这个句子。 每到冬天在开水房前就会排起长龙。她靠在墙上反复地想起这句话，心里一瞬间有了一些无法言说的感觉。手上小司和她的±子发出微微的热度，像是隔了无比久远的夏天。 立夏很诧异语文书上会出现可以在她心里激起波澜的话。因为好长一段时间以来，她都是做着无数的语文试卷，机械地背着古文的意义，觉察不出任何的美感，在看到一句优美的诗词时，第一个反应不是文字组合的瑰丽，而是它的下一句究竟该如何背诵。做完一张语文试卷，然后到参考书的最后几页对答案，然后自己给自己打分。 而这样无望的日子，似乎已持续了好久。 立夏觉得自己依然是那个刚刚进入浅川一中的小丫头，时间却不知不觉地快要走过三年了。她知道下一个夏天到来的时候，她们就会像学兄学姐一样，离开这个长满香樟和回忆的地方，散落在天涯。 We graduated.这是一句残酷的话，可是每个人都必须要说。 其实回忆起来立夏都觉得诧异，不知道什么时候开始时间行走得如此迅速。我们在寝室的那张硬木床上睡去醒来的过程里，年华就悄悄地离开了。 高三的日子很寂寞，每天都是做不完的试卷。身边只有傅小司一个人，回首高一的岁月就会变得有点儿哽咽。 七七因为家里的关系而且美术加试又好，已保送上海美术学院了，所以她不常来上课，有空就会待在家里画画，并且给她写信。 陆之昂在理科班，他和遇见一起留在了三班，而立夏和小司选了文科在七班上课。 小司因为学习的压力而没有继续为杂志画画，立夏也没有对他说起这个事情。只能在很多个晚上着以前祭司的画而感伤，那些杂志带着陈旧的气味一本一本地堆在她的面前，像极了自己同样陈旧的过去。 有时候上课立夏会突然产生错觉，似乎旁边就坐着遇见，她安静地趴在桌子上睡觉，阳光洒在她的头发上，她的眉头微微皱起来，梦中似乎也很倔犟。而身后就是傅小司和陆之昂，小司在桌子上画着花纹，而陆之昂则在旁边睡觉。自己一回过头去就可以看到那两张看了无数次的英气逼人的脸。 可是再眨一下眼睛，一切都回到现实。小司在教室的另外一边，很多时候当立夏穿越过各种各样的面孔朝他望过去的时候都可以看见他很严肃地望着黑板，然后飞快地在笔记本上写着什么。有时候看着他的侧脸会有些伤心，立夏自己也不知道是为什么。可能是因为知道这样的日子太过短暂，马上就要毕业吧。 有时候也会听到不知道从哪里传来的钢琴声，不知道是不是陆之昂在弹奏呢。 毕业会是什么样子呢？立夏也不敢想象。以前听很多人说过，毕业就是一窗玻璃，我们要撞碎它，然后擦着锋利的碎片走过去，血肉模糊之后开始一个完全不同的人生。 傅小司有时候也会想，时光怎么会突然加快了速度，似乎前一瞬间一切都还停留在1996年的那个炎热的夏天，而再过一个瞬间，已是1997年的年末。 十二月，浅川已下过好多场大雪，圣诞节的气氛越来越浓重，街道上可以看见商店里挂出的各种礼物、各种圣诞树和各种漂亮的小天使。 街上有很多打扮漂亮的女生挽着自己身边的帅气男友，脸上是幸福的表情。灯光很亮，整个城市像是一天一天地变成一座游乐场。兜售不完的糖果，free的门票，摩天轮转动不停。 闭着眼睛也可以听到1998年一步一步地朝着自己走过来的声音。 很多时候傅小司独自穿越教学楼和操场之间的那条林荫道都会恍惚地想起很多高一的事情，而高二，似乎整个就是被跳空掉的。似乎生命里凭空地少掉了1997年。而1997年究竟发生了一些什么事情呢，以至于自己一直到现在都还耿耿于怀？ 其实是清楚的。记得比都清楚。只是刻意地不要去想起。 1997年发生了什么呢？ 1997年香港回归，整个中国热闹了差不多一个星期，那面有着紫荆花的旗帜印在了几乎每一个中国人的心里。 但是1997年也有亚洲金融风暴，天空似乎并不是完全那么灿烂。 1997年还有中国的海军军舰首次航行访问全球。 而凡此种种，对于傅小司或者立夏来说都不具有太大的意义。就像是悬浮在头顶几千亿万光年外的星体，无论它们多么的庞大或者耀眼，传递到他们身上的，都只有稀薄而微弱的星光。感受不到它们的气息，旋转，质量，甚至在它们死亡、爆炸几百年后，我们都依然可以看见它们的光芒。连死亡对他们来说，都不具有意义。 那么，具有意义的是什么呢？ 是文理分科之后，陆之昂和傅小司不再同时出入于一个教室。 是遇见对立夏说：“立夏，我不想再考大学了。我走了，但是我会永远想念你。” 1997年学校新建的文科楼投入使用，于是从那个时候起理科生和文科生开始在两栋不同的大楼里上课，中间隔了一个空旷的操场。 现在，傅小司已习惯了每天早上和陆之昂一起把自行车停到车棚之后挥手说再见，然后各自走向不同的教室。 窗外是熟悉的香樟，还有不熟悉的新的红色跑道和白色的线。 日光打到操场上变得更加的空旷而无力。 连飞鸟飞越的声响，都仿佛激荡起回声。 而1997年改变的还有什么呢？是太多还是太少？傅小司想不明白，也就不太愿意费心思去思考了。很多时候其实已没有什么时间去思考其他的东西，在高三这种水深火热的世界里，学习就是一切。 每天陆之昂和傅小司还是会一起上学一起回家。很多时候陆之昂下课都会比傅小司早，因为七班的老师出了名的会拖堂，而且文科的考试比理科频繁，浅川一中的文科在全省都是很有名的。很多时候陆之昂放了学就会背着书包穿越过操场，从理科楼走到文科楼，然后在小司的教室外面等他放学一起回家。 有时候立夏朝窗外望出去的时候就会看见陆之昂戴着耳机安静地坐在走廊上的样子，阳光缓慢地在他的身上绕着光圈，偶尔可以听到鸽子起飞的声音。在陆之昂抬头的时候也会对着走神的立夏笑一下，然后调皮地做一个“专心上课”的像是老师教训人一样的表情。只有在这种时候立夏才会觉得陆之昂像是高一的样子，仍是那个无忧无虑的少年。 可是都知道陆之昂的变化，立夏知道，遇见知道，七七知道，全校的喜欢陆之昂的女生都知道，可是都没有傅小司感受到的深刻。 而这种变化是溶解在这一整年的时光中的，像是盐撒进水里，逐渐溶解最后看不出一点儿痕迹。 在上学的路上，在陆之昂安静地坐在小司的教室外面等待他放学的时刻里，在偶尔钢琴教室里传出来的陆之昂的寂寞琴声里，在冬天和夏天的长假中，在抬头和低头的间隙里，在一条又一条的手机短信里，在日落时分回家的寂静的路上，傅小司一天一天地感受着他的转变，心里有一些难过，像是一漾一漾漫出来的潮水。 而陆之昂究竟变成什么样子了呢？是安静么？还是寂寞呢？讲不明白。 立夏很多时候都觉得陆之昂像是变成了另外一个傅小司，只是比小司看上去平和，可是更加的寂静。因为小司是一种带着锐利棱角的沉默，而陆之昂，日渐变成一个对什么都格外温和的人，不像以前爱说话，爱笑，爱对着过往的漂亮女生吹口哨。 他现在每天安静地骑车，有空的时候会叫着小司立夏一起去图书馆，开始戴着黑色边框的眼镜皱着眉头做题，在图书馆找个阳光充足的角落，然后拿出很厚的参考书开始安静地在草稿纸上演算。 最夸张的是他还会用数学的理念来与你分析生活中遇到的困扰，活脱脱一副被理科长年迫害的书呆子形象。只有很少的时候，面对像立夏、遇见、七七这样的很熟悉的人的时候，陆之昂才会回复到曾的样子，会讲很多的话，有着生动的表情，偶尔和小司比画着脚，更多的时候大家看到的都是带着微笑的一张无比安静的脸。当看着陆之昂专心在草稿上画出一个又一个函数图像时，立夏就会回想起当初那个在小司和自己旁边肆无忌惮地打瞌睡的陆之昂，想起那个笑容如同春日的朝阳一样的陆之昂，心里就会突然地刮过一阵风，把那些曾的往事都从心里往四下吹散开去。 是高三改变了一切么？还是我们改变了自己，在高三的这一年？ 自从立夏和傅小司离开了三班之后，遇见在班上几乎就没有说过话，只是偶尔和陆之昂聊天。遇见在每节课下课后的休息时间里，都会趴在阳台上朝着操场那边的阳台眺望，有时候会看见立夏常穿的那件红色的衣服，很红很红的红颜色，在一楼的走道里来来回回，有时候立夏会和傅小司一起出现在阳台上，虽然因为隔得太远，遇见看不清他们的表情，但她还是会很开心地冲着立夏挥舞着手臂，尽管她知道很多时候立夏都没有看见她。而陆之昂则常站在她身边安静地微笑。 在立夏离开之后，应付老师突然提问的差使就交给了陆之昂，而班上发生的很多事情也是陆之昂在帮着遇见处理。有时候遇见会问陆之昂：“你离开了小司觉得寂寞么？”陆之昂只是笑，然后会不带任何表情地说：“其实遇见是因为离开了立夏觉得寂寞，所以希望从我口中听到类似的字眼吧？遇见就是这么好强的人，永远都不会说寂寞啊、孤单啊这样的话。其实这样不丢脸啊，你根本没必要觉得难堪。就像我每天都会对小司哇啦哇啦地抱怨说离开他真是好无聊啊，整个班上都是一群理科机器。” 遇见白了他一眼，说：“你少来吧，你哪有哇啦哇啦，你现在不是已转型了吗，安静沉默王子型。哇啦哇啦是两年前的你吧？” 一句话把陆之昂说得灰头土脸，憋了半天后开始抱怨世界不公平好心没好报。 小司有这样的朋友真是很好呢，心里默默地对他说了声“谢谢”。 尽管每天晚上遇见依然会和立夏聊天聊到很晚，会告诉她在酒吧发生的很多事情，会告诉她青田每天送她回学校，会告诉她酒吧拿到的钱越来越多，可是却一直不敢讲那个在她心里已埋藏了一段时间的秘密，甚至连对青田都没有讲过。遇见总是觉得一旦自己讲出了口，那么一切事情就再也不能回头了。 彻底的，永远的，不能回头。 很多个晚上遇见都会回想这一年多发生的事情。学校里只有立夏几个人让她觉得还有一点儿存在的意义，而其他，其他的种种事物无论是沉落或者飞升，都不会让她多看哪怕一眼。她依然另类地行走在所有浅川一中的女生眼里，依然穿另类的衣服戴着越来越多的耳环，并且在高二结束的那一天软硬兼施成功地立夏去打了耳洞，然后买了一副耳钉，一人一个。遇见依然记得立夏打完耳洞惊恐的表情，并且每三秒钟就会去弄一下耳朵边上的头发，生怕有人会看到。 不过后来立夏比自己都喜欢那枚耳钉。很多次遇见都看到立夏对着镜子里的那枚耳钉臭屁得不得了，于是就开始嘲笑她一直嘲笑到她脸红，说她是没打过耳洞的良家妇女。可是嘲笑归嘲笑，心里却是满满的温暖。 这一年里有很多时候遇见没有回学校，晚上住在青田在外面租的房子里。遇见明白，青田不会对自己怎么样。哪怕是自己睡在他的旁边，头枕着他的胳膊，他也不会对自己乱来。遇见听着青田呼吸的声音就会觉得世界特别安静。整个黑暗封闭的空间里全部都是他呼出来的气息，然后再被自己吸进去，如此循环往复。 遇见因为这些温柔无比的意象而在很多个夜晚想起种种类似“永远”“幸福”等平日里永远不会想起的字眼。 在这一年里，青田捡了一只猫回家，取名字叫布莱克。遇见开始慢慢地学会烧菜做饭，有时候也会和青田去菜市场买菜，甚至渐渐地养成和青田一样的习惯，在每天太阳落山的时候念一段圣经，所以很多时候遇见书包里都背着一本厚厚的圣经，在每天放学人去楼空之后念完一小段再离开教室。 1996年圣诞节的时候青田买了手机送给遇见，他自己也买了一只一模一样的手机。遇见上课时常常会收到青田的短信。有时候问问肚子饿不饿，有时候告诉她布莱克顽皮掉进了路边的水沟现在湿淋淋地跑回家来，有时候就仅仅是一个念头——“窗户外面起风了，我突然很想你”。 有时候遇见会想，如果和青田结婚，应该是件很幸福的事情吧，在一日又一日的平淡里，却有着种种微小的温暖始终如阳光照耀。 可自从那天酒吧的老板告诉了遇见那个消息之后，遇见就觉得生命似乎开始缓慢地燃烧起来，带着浓烟甚至焦灼感。 老板说：“我朋友现在在北京的一家唱片公司做制作人，你有兴趣去北京唱歌吗？” 那天早上遇见终于鼓起勇气发了条短消息给青田，她说：“我要去北京了，你会陪我一起去么？” 整个上午，遇见的手机没有任何的响动。一开始遇见还可以静下心来想一些别的事情或者睡觉，时间过去得越来越久，遇见开始心神不宁。在操场上做操的时候，去水房打水的时候，站在阳台上朝着立夏他们的文科楼眺望的时候，她都会不断地看手机不断地看手机一直看到自己都错觉那个黑暗的屏幕永远都不会再亮起来为止。 中午回寝室休息的时候，遇见频繁地看手机还惹得立夏一阵嘲笑，立夏说：“遇见你怎么突然开始注意起手机来啦以前不是都不管的么，莫非青田向你求婚啦？” 立夏说这个话的时候并没想到遇见会发那么大的脾气，所以当遇见突然把手机朝床上一摔的时候立夏有点目瞪口呆，而且遇见用力太大，手机撞到床靠着的那面墙上，瞬间屏幕就暗淡了下来。 下午上学的时候遇见把手机留在寝室也没有带走，立夏提醒她的时候她也只是淡淡地说了一句：“坏都坏了，带着干吗？”放学后，立夏借了一辆自行车，出了学校的大门，朝着山坡下骑出去，心里很多细小的难过的感觉。立夏把遇见的手机放在书包里，准备带出去帮她修好，因为毕竟是自己多话才让遇见摔了手机。 在手机维修部待了大概一个小时，天色开始渐渐昏暗，那个修手机的男孩子终于露出了笑容，然后递给立夏，说：“喏，修好了。” 立夏按了电源，然后屏幕亮起来，立夏刚刚要骑上车子回学校，手机就震动起来，立夏不小心按了阅读，结果出现了青田的短消息： 遇见，我很抱歉还是不跟你一起去北京了，对不起。 回学校的路上，立夏脑子里一直都是各种各样的问题，旧的问题还没消失，新的问题就重新占据脑海，搞得自己像神经病一样。 北京？什么北京？ 遇见去北京干什么？从来都没有说起过呀。 是去北京旅行？还是去生活？ 要去多久？什么时间去？ 而所有的问题悬浮在黄昏的空气里，那些黄昏空气中特有的胶片电影似的颗粒顺着呼吸进入身体，立夏感觉全身长满毛茸茸的刺，充满了烦躁和不安的情绪。 把车停在车棚后，立夏在朝理科楼奔跑的时候正好碰见下课的陆之昂，他告诉了立夏下午发生的事情。 起初是一个很小的矛盾，班主任因为遇见上课睡觉而让她在教室后面罚站。后来的一切像是受了核辐射一样产生了奇异的变化，遇见与老师的对话让所有的学生都目瞪口呆。 “遇见你为什么又在睡觉？” “对不起，有点困了。” “有点困了？这是什么话，马上就要高考了，你考不上大学怎么办？” “能怎么办，总有出路吧应该，又不会死人。” “你什么态度！那既然不会死人你就不要再来上我的课啊？” “哦，那也行。我本来就不想上了。” 立夏在听着陆之昂叙述的时候心跳越来越快，她甚至可以想象出遇见站在座位上骄傲的样子，以及她不肯对老师认输的语气。立夏心里很悲伤地想，遇见可能真的是要离开了。 立夏问陆之昂遇见在什么地方，陆之昂朝教室指了指，说：“应该还没走吧。” 遇见走的那天是12月24日，圣诞节前一天，火车站的人很少，傍晚时分，空气迅速降温，天空很阴沉，黑压压的一片，好像是要下雪的样子。遇见抬起头模糊地想，大雪覆盖下充满圣诞欢乐的浅川，应该没办法看到了吧？ 立夏站在面前，一直在忍着不哭，尽管从知道她要离开浅川放弃学业放弃朋友放弃现在所拥有的一切时，立夏就大哭小哭不断，可是当分别就在眼前的时候，立夏却丝毫都不敢发出声音。因为在来火车站的路上，遇见就对立夏说：“你一定不能哭，不然我离开时就会很难过，以后的日子就会更加的想念你，和你们。所以，如果你想我难过的话，就尽情地哭泣吧立夏小姐。” 傅小司和陆之昂两个男生把她的行李扛上火车放到行李架上，把买的水果和零食等放在遇见的卧铺上，然后叮嘱她要怎样怎样，遇到什么情况要怎样怎样。陆之昂还好，以前很爱讲话，傅小司就不太适应，交代的事情太多，叮嘱的事情太多，放心不下的