Chapter 2 1995 Summer Solstice · Camphor · Unknown Land (1)

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 are like the colors that have been repeatedly depicted in their dreams since childhood, with ignorant collisions and gorgeous turns in their eyes.Lixia thinks that there should be no summer solstice in Asakawa, no matter whether the sun rises to the highest point or not, but half of the city will always be gently hidden under the tall shadow of camphor, isolated from the world and breathing peacefully with eyes closed. Those camphor trees receded 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 already 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.How much yearning do you have for living in school?Moreover, 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 at a relative's house. Li Xia kissed her decisively and said that I live in the school.

The sun is slanting into the window, it should be out of the camphor.Li Xia closed his eyes and thought.When I close my eyes, my mother's face appears.Lixia felt that he had never been so attached to his family 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 beat tiny and weakly. Qiqi also came to Asakawa from Muro County. Qiqi grew up with Lixia, went to the same elementary school and junior high school, and was successfully admitted to the same school after graduation.But 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 she was not a delicate person after all.Driving a car to school is a concept similar to traveling in a rocket.

traffic light. When I opened my eyes, there were already more people outside the window.Standing diagonally on one leg on a mountain bike.His hair covers some of his eyes.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. Li Xia watched him for a while, and he lay quietly on the handlebar of the bicycle.The white T-shirt is slightly cast with the shadow of the camphor tree.He turned his head slightly, and then his eyebrows suddenly rushed into Li Xia's eyes.She had to admit that this was the best-looking boy she had seen in Asakawa, with a cleanness that others did not have, as if no matter how many hours of walking in the crowded streets, the dust would not be able to stain her body.

Li Xia still frowned slightly.Because of his beautiful mountain bike and the looming CK classic LOGO pattern behind his clothes.After all, Li Xia doesn't like a boy from such a rich family, but his clean face can't be hated.But at this time he turned towards Lixia's window, Lixia saw his eyes, with a hazy mist, Lixia seemed to be looking at a lake shrouded in cold mist in the early morning.Li Xia felt that he just turned to the direction of the car, but he didn't care about anything and didn't look at anything, his eyes were out of focus. Then the green light.The car moved forward slowly.Light and darkness alternate repeatedly, constantly entering the shade of the tree and then constantly walking out.

Li Xia still had his eyes closed, and then the face of the boy just now appeared flickeringly. 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.The camphor in this school is more prosperous than anywhere in the city.There is no whole patch of sunshine to be found. This made Li Xia feel at ease. 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 playground is full of cicadas, making the summer even hotter.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 in his heart. 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 inadvertently written on the draft paper.The name was like a restless but silent oracle, a dim light in the darkness.

The principal spoke more and more proudly and politely on the rostrum, which made Lixia a little unbearable.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. It is nothing more than what is not allowed to do. What is strange is that from elementary school to high school, the content of these prohibitions has never changed in the past nine years. .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, Li Xia thinks it is much better than listening to the principal's lecture.The alternation of shadow and shadow makes time go fast.But something went wrong, like a slow river flowing over the instep, and the tick-tock rhythm slowed down.

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.Hearing him talking to the boy next to him in a trance, Li Xia felt a little surprised, because she couldn't imagine any voice that fit him.Then he vaguely heard the person next to him call him "little four". Little four?How could someone have such a strange name?Li Xia couldn't figure it out, 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.She was sitting under a tree while eating and flipping through an unknown art magazine.Every issue of Li Xiazhi will buy this magazine because of a painter named Priest on it.Lixia has fallen in love with this painter since he suddenly saw a painting called "Summer on Fire" by the priest in this magazine one day when he was in the second year of junior high school.Although Lixia never knew the priest's gender, name, and appearance.But Li Xia thought he should be a young man with good-looking features and a quiet personality.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 only one bird in the sky, slanting through thick clouds.Wings cover events so never found an opportunity to tell.Time flows slowly.

Since that magazine, Lixia will see the priest's paintings 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.The way he strokes the paper; the way he looks down to sharpen the pencil; What was it like; when he put the scroll into the painting tube, his heartbeat beat fast, his lips were dry and his tongue subconsciously licked his lower lip, what was he like; what was he like during the day; what was he like when he fell asleep at night.This seemed to become a habit until Lixia graduated from high school.And liking for priests has become a part of faith, Li Xia understands it.The priest's paintings always have a feeling of burying youth. Li Xia often thinks that he is a man wearing a black and heavy priest robe, standing beside the dim road, watching the funerals with no return.Birds flew by.

Unknowingly fell asleep.Summer noon is always lazy, the heat, light, and smell permeate together, and when it covers the eyelids, it becomes heavy, breathing slows down, and then falls asleep.Many times at noon, Li Xia fell into a coma like suddenly losing consciousness. When Li Xia woke up and looked at her watch, she yelled "Damn" and packed up her things in embarrassment and ran to the classroom. Li Xia always regrets his reckless character, it seems that Qi Qi never does.Holding a picture album, bento box and schoolbag in his hand, Li Xia looked extraordinarily embarrassed.Then at the corner of the third floor, Li Xia suddenly felt a figure in front of him, but it was impossible to stop.So hit it.The soft T-shirt was slightly cold, and it touched the warm skin further forward.Li Xia's face bumped against the spine of his back, and he felt the protruding shoulder blades on both sides.The smell of cotton is mixed with perfume and sweat, but it has a non-strong sense of smell like grass.In the panic, all the things in my hand fell down, and I couldn't stabilize my body, so I hugged the person's waist subconsciously, and immediately retracted my hand when I realized it, but the temperature was burning in my hand, and my center of gravity was unstable when I retracted. So he fell down hard.

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... It turned out that he had seen it outside the bus window this morning. that face.There was no expression on that face, except for a slight frown.Lixia saw that the greasy on his lunch box had stained the hem of his T-shirt, and then raised his eyes a little more to see the classic CK logo pattern, Lixia gasped and said in his heart that he was going to die. Li Xia hurriedly stood up, and the words "I'm very sorry" turned into a hesitant "I...I..." Finally, the voice was low and there was no trace of it, only the heartbeat clearly seemed to come out of the 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 lacked 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 good opera.Li Xia suddenly felt that this person was a bit annoying, as if gloating about his misfortune.He was half a head taller than the person I saw outside the bus in the morning, with bigger eyes and better looks. In fact, I can't say who is better looking. Both of them should be very eye-catching in the crowd.Li Xia thought that he should be the one sitting next to him and chatting during the school meeting in the morning.Also because of his good-looking face, Li Xia couldn't hate him. 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 bit and also gave birth to some inexplicable disappointment.In fact, Li Xia himself didn't know what he was expecting to happen.It's just that this kind of blandness can make people feel discouraged. Li Xia said "I'm sorry" behind their backs, mustering enough courage to make his voice louder in the corridor, even Li Xia himself was startled, his back paused for a moment and then continued to move forward, his back Image his expression is generally quiet color.But the person next to him turned his head and smiled, with a canine tooth. Li Xia hurried past them and rushed towards the classroom.Li Xia thought that he was extremely 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 bit too big.But this is no joke - this is much worse.The teacher said a few words to Li Xia, although the tone was not very heavy, but Li Xia still felt embarrassed in front of all the classmates 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, found his student number and sat down. All the things were stuffed into the table, and when I looked up, I saw two boys who were just outside the window walking by in the corridor.Appeared at the door of the classroom three seconds later.But what made Lixia feel aggrieved was that the teacher nodded and smiled at them instead of saying anything, and then they walked in straight. Li Xia felt a little angry.People who are late than themselves don't get 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?" "probably." "I heard that they were directly promoted because of art students, 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." ... 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 very careless.But I still couldn't help but look back. 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 as if they were out of focus. He didn't know whether he was looking at the blackboard or himself.This made Lixia turn around immediately.After turning around, I heard the person next to me smile again, and said, ah, that girl just now.The other person still didn't respond. 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. The electric fan was still running, creaking and making the summer longer and longer. Lixia Diary Sunny finally arrived in Asakawa on August 29, 1995 I dragged things big and small from home to Asakawa, got out of the car and saw trees everywhere. It was like visiting a botanical garden. It felt a little scary. I don’t know how much money is invested in the greening construction of this city every year, but if you can turn all of them If it's under my name, oops, drool, how many dresses can I buy.Really sad. Mom didn’t come over anymore. In fact, she still wanted to come when she left, but I finally convinced her that I am really great and have a brilliant tongue. I guess when I am in college, I will be able to talk to that so-and-so Go to the college debate as well.A group of people cursing and cursing in front of the TV is really enjoyable, and there are also a group of people below helping to cheer and shouting, and some people will applaud when the scolding is exciting.What a perfect world. But I know that my mother's eyes were red when she sent me to the car, but I just pretended not to see it.In fact, my eyes were red too, and my mother just pretended not to know.Hehe, what a pretentious mother and daughter, I can't bear it. It is always uncomfortable to be in a relative's house.Although everyone's smiling face is still standard and there is no flaw.But I can't find a little bit of temperature after all, which is so frustrating, hey. Qiqi's father came to see her off in a car, it's so crazy, it's too cool to die.But if I have such a father, I think I still don’t want to take a private car to go to school, it’s too much, in fact, taking a private car to go to class and taking a rocket to Mars are both necessary in my concept. Things that can only be achieved with a Latin magic lamp, but if God gave me a magic lamp, I would say five words to him-let me go to Mars. Inside the box was a pile of letters written between former friends.Thinking about it now, in the same school, we can write so much about each other, and even post stamps and go around the post office. Maybe it is the impulsiveness and stubbornness of youth, but it is also pure, which is somewhat reassuring. At night, those letters were cleaned up, and the same people put them together in four or five piles.Then I moved out and asked relatives to borrow an iron bucket to burn it.When those firelights reflected on my face, I felt a little bit emotional for a moment. Those old days all ran out. Who wrote it in the letter and went out to buy clothes together next week. Who wrote it? How do you deal with me being with so-and-so all day, I'm going to be angry. Later, the letter burned out quickly, and I turned around and went back to 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. Go in and watch TV. Those boring people on TV are still in their thirties this year and eighteen next year.If my physics teacher sees it, he will definitely tell them that this is wrong, at least it cannot be achieved in the short term on earth.However, it is not ruled out that my physics teacher has a pure and beautiful fantasy of a sixteen-year-old girl, which is also uncertain... The wrinkled face of the physics teacher appeared in front of my eyes, it was really a nightmare.I have not escaped this nightmare for three years.I saw an article called something before, it was just writing about me.A nightmare that never wakes up.Until the night before the physics exam for the senior high school entrance examination, I dreamed that the physics teacher wearing glasses said to me kindly, Lixia, you will definitely be admitted to Asakawa No. 1 Middle School.This dream woke me up in the middle of the night and I continued to sweat for an hour.Because I have heard others say that dreams are reversed. TNND.What kind of people are scared by the New Year's Eve? But I was admitted to Asakawa No. 1 Middle School.Feudal superstition kills people. Lying in a strange bed and unable to sleep.Tossing and turning, feeling the ashes of those letters fall from the ceiling again and cover me.It feels like being buried alive little by little, out of breath.So I got up and wrote this diary. I always like to keep a diary, and I have changed one diary after another, and this is the fourth one.One diary per year.primary school The diary from the sixth grade is still in my drawer.Turn it out and see that it is a girl in a white shirt and blue trousers, dressed like the Cultural Revolution.But now my notebook has a full 400 pages, which is almost as smooth as coated paper, and it is a pleasure to write on it with a pen.So every time I open it I write like a menopausal woman.Felt like a duel with my mom... There seems to be a cat outside the window that has been meowing, and the voice is mellow as if it has undergone strict vocal training.It's unbearable to make summer as vibrant as spring without sleeping well in the hot weather.It suddenly occurred to me that a classmate said that the cats in his house called from the beginning to the end of the year regardless of the seasons. Ah, I almost forgot to write the most important thing today. I bought the priest’s painting in Asakawa. Fortunately, this city can buy this magazine. My dear priest, I feel that the nosebleeds are coming again... 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 opened their eyes round the boy in the rain, but the boy was expressionless.Below the painting is a sentence: "He passed through the four seasons with a blank face..." Mr. Priest, how can you have such an accent! August 30, 1995 was still sunny and the summer was unbelievably hot Even if you have never been to some places, when you actually 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 You have been here before, you have been there, you have lived in real life, and you have touched every corner of every place. Asakawa is such an existence to me.Appeared in front of me in a real and slightly absurd way. I woke up very early in the morning, because the opening ceremony will be the next day, so there is nothing to do today.And yesterday I moved all the things that should be moved to the school, and the tuition fees have been paid. In short, the school deliberately vacated the day for us so that we can do a good job of our junior high school, full of deep feelings. Or, heartlessly, invite three or five people to go out to sing, dance, play cards, drink and bury all the past and future in our invincible youth. The school should think so.Even if the school doesn't think so, but we definitely think so.So this day becomes extraordinarily meaningful and glorious. But I am a boring person.Neither enjoy the joy of the spirit nor indulge the flesh.I 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. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. But it feels really weird, like many years ago I must have run several laps in school here, waited for a car on the street here, bought a bottle of water in a grocery store here, and rode under a tree here. It's too cold, and kites are flying one after another in the square here. My mother called when I was eating at noon, so I started talking on the phone with my mother before the meal was finished.After chatting for a while, I heard a cough or two from people 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 some food casually, and then cleared the table. But it's good to go to school tomorrow, otherwise I will definitely become neurotic if I stay at a relative's house.I think people like to stay in the environment they are familiar with after all. Once the environment changes, even if the surroundings are still fertile and colorful, there will always be a beast's intuition awakened in an instant, and then start to panic. Today's diary is really disgusting, I found myself turned into a literati, oops, this is really a creepy thing.Since I was in junior high school, I have seen those boys who can’t forget literature all day long, and I dare not approach them from the beginning to the end. Whenever I approach them, the strong sour smell makes me tremble violently.It was so torturous.And the appearance is mostly that he hasn't washed his hair for a week, wears greasy clothes, wears a pair of black glasses and opens a pair of wretched eyes.This is an absolute nightmare. In fact, you can't see people who are really keen on life and can write good literature in your life.Those who are heartless and laughing beside you are the greatest successors of life inspiration.Many friends around me have written good articles, but if they abandon their writing, they are a group of people who are far away from literature on weekdays. Anyway, today's diary has been made disgusting by me, so I'll just sum it up in a disgusting way. Well, that concludes today's summary. PS: I woke up in the morning and found two youth beans, bad, I decided to kill them in the cradle before school starts tomorrow.I don't care if the cradle is my face anymore, what Lei Tong said is to be as cold as winter to the enemy.Strongly support him. August 31, 1995 was still sunny God you are sorry The bus in Asakawa is very stylish, maybe because there are not many people, it makes me feel that everything is big.The seat is very large, and I feel like sitting on a sofa when I sit in a double row. I can imagine it as a mattress when I close my eyes.The windows are also very big, so that when they open to the side of the street, sometimes the branches and leaves of the camphor will suddenly come in to say hello to me, and then pull out coughing, feeling the same style as Zhou Xingchi... Then I saw a handsome boy.I hate rich people, and so does this guy, who wears a CK T-shirt and rides a super cool mountain bike.Even if it is nothing to have a mountain bike, how many cities in China can buy CK?I guess it was brought back from Hong Kong.Fortunately, he doesn't wear clothes with obvious LOGO like ordinary nouveau riche, but has a faint logo on his shoulder.And his clean face makes me embarrassed to hate him.Hey, it seems that in this era, there are still many people who judge people by their appearance, such as me... There are as many camphor trees in the school as grass, I think I will definitely not get tanned this summer.Qiqi has been jumping up and down the school since the morning school assembly, she is an absolute social butterfly.In fact, according to my personality, I am as noisy as Qiqi, but because I usually disdain things that are too right in life, so I don’t want to talk about many things, so that I become a snow in the eyes of others (beautiful ) people, Montenegrin old demons, dumb (beautiful) mermaids... In short, they are all women who can't speak.But in the end, I was so disdainful that I even annoyed myself.But there is still no way, I just don't want to talk when I see strangers.As soon as I speak, I feel that there is no oxygen around me and I have to roll my eyes.So by noon she had gone to eat with two new sisters Church.When she came and asked me to go, I told her that I couldn't go with my bento, and then she smiled and said that's fine, I'll go first.In fact, many times I really envy Qiqi, she is beautiful, cute and good at talking, both boys and girls will like her. I ate under the tree while turning over the priest, and my saliva flowed out continuously because of my appetite and things other than my appetite. No wonder I lost weight all day and it didn't work. Dear priest, you are sorry for me. I watched the heavy rain in "A Past Without God" again, and my heart felt empty.It feels like a tide surges up in my heart, and then recedes inadvertently——I am... a literati again... What happened in the afternoon made me very angry!Very angry!What a fucking world this world is! Everyone is the one who got hit, why should I say sorry?Why should someone who is late for more be able to walk into the classroom without training and I need to listen to indoctrination?Why the whole classroom is so big, why don't you sit behind me? Why?Hmph, looks don't determine everything! It was pitch black again outside the window.But there are still many stars in the sky.The air in Asakawa is better than I imagined, and I can see the bluest and farthest sky when I look up.Those glowing lights reminded me of the eyes of two boys behind the classroom seats.It is undeniable that they are really good-looking, hey, admit it, count me as unlucky. In fact, sometimes I think that maybe I should be a person like Qiqi, laugh and cry to my heart's content, even if I live like an idiot in the eyes of others, it is better than living in my own snail shell day by day and idle time in Fantasyland.The color of youth should have been stronger than Van Gogh's sunflowers, but why do I always take black and white photos? Big day, I think those two boys sitting behind me will be the beginning of my high school nightmare. 555555 God you are sorry for me. 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 two boys every morning.In the self-introduction on the first day of school, Li Xia memorized the names of the two of them. Firstly, it was because their names were very special. One was named Fu Xiaosi, not the "little four" that he misheard, and 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 bed. sleep on the table.Occasionally, when I woke up, I took the draft drawn by Fu Xiaosi to look at it, and then drew some messy things on it, but every time, Fu Xiaosi kicked it 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 often said to her some words like "Your name is so nice" or something similar to strike up a conversation.And Fu Xiaosi seemed to always have that frosty expression.Occasionally, when a classmate talked to him, he raised his head slowly, looked at others for a few seconds, and then asked slowly, what?There is no focus in the eyes like a thick fog, and the voice is 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, the bangs on his forehead fell down to cover his eyes.It has been several days, and Fu Xiaosi has been wanting to cut off his unintentionally long hair, but he has never had the time.Recently, I draw every afternoon. The art teacher said that I want to participate in a competition, so I need to train. 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 Lixia grit his teeth frequently.But gritting his teeth, Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang's achievements are indeed unmatched by him.But this is also what makes Lixia feel very unfair. Why can a person who draws and sleeps in class get first and second in every exam, while a person who writes pages and pages of notes in class has to work hard? Do you have the strength to break into the top ten? The gate of the school is the terminus 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, and now it is covered with weeds. The depth of the swaying renders a water-like confession in the ups and downs of the wind and wind.The pink and white fluff flew up and stuck to the whole body. Fu Xiaosi leaned over the handlebar of the car, loud music played from the earphones.A man inside keeps humming something like "They say nothing last for ever..." It's like a vague raving in a dream, but it is accompanied by a vigorous accompaniment, like those who are standing in a noisy train station. Flute person.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.