June is our farewell song

Chapter 132 Colorful Black
There was a small amount of sleet floating outside the window, and due to the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, a thick layer of white fog condensed on the glass window.Qing Si propped her head with her left hand, breathed forward, and the white mist dissolved into a small oval hole, which slowly gathered again after a while.Qingsi took another breath, and the hole spread out again.

There were junior students running around in the corridors and gardens outside, and laughter and inquiries came in from time to time.

She used the index finger of her right hand to draw lightly on the white mist, completely unconsciously, Qing Si didn't know what she was writing, suddenly.

"...Gu Yuan..." I vaguely heard someone call out like this.

Qing Si woke up instantly from her daze, and immediately wiped off all the white fog on the lower half of the window with the palm of her hand. After wiping, she looked back at the other people in the classroom with some guilt, paying special attention to Chi Yu. The seat, thankfully, was empty.

However, the moment he turned his head again, the figures of those two people clearly appeared in his sight.

However, it doesn't look very happy.

The door is closed, the windows are closed, the air conditioner is beeping, and in the classroom, it is impossible to hear what the people in the garden outside are saying, so Qingsi can only watch their expressions and movements, as if watching a colorful show. mime.

"Why do you keep avoiding them? What's wrong? I don't understand."

"No, it's not what you think..."

"What is that like? Chi Yu, I don't know. I didn't think much about it. I just don't understand. Why?"

"..."

Qing Si dubbed their conversation in her head through the glass, but things obviously didn't develop in the direction she expected.She saw Gu Yuan sighed softly, rubbed Chi Yu's hair with a smile, then turned around and went upstairs along the stairs on the right.

Chi Yu stood there for a while, staring at the bell tower in the sky in the distance, wondering what she was thinking.

But she didn't stand for a long time, and after only about 30 seconds, she opened the door and walked in.

A gust of cold wind squeezed in through the crack of the door and hit Qingsi's face, causing her to quickly regain her scattered consciousness unconsciously.

"It's cold!"

The girl in the front row shrunk her neck and muttered dissatisfiedly. Only then did Qing Si notice that Chi Yu hadn't closed the door. She stood up and walked over to close the door. When she sat back in her seat, she casually glanced in Chi Yu's direction... She is working on a problem.

He was doing a question.

Qing Si frowned.

In the evening, when there was no evening self-study, Qingsi slipped out of the classroom alone. Of course, such a situation was not allowed by the school discipline or the rules for middle school students, but she didn't care that much.The grades are her gold medal for avoiding death. As long as she can keep leading the liberal arts in the city like this, even if she doesn't come to class, the school will not say much.

Chen Ge said that in exam-oriented education, grades are the goal, and class and homework are the means. Now that the goal has been achieved, the means become unimportant.

Sitting alone on the roof of Wende Building, the rain had stopped, and there were still snowflakes as small as rice grains. Qing Si looked down at the bright lights stretching from the playground to the teaching area, her eyes swept from left to right, Sweeping from right to left, the milky white halo outlines silhouettes of different sizes in the night, casting long and short intermittent shadows on the ground, and the emotions in my heart go round and round like this.

It shouldn't be like this, at least not right now.

She hugged her legs and coughed lightly twice.

"Squeak—" There was an overwhelmed panting from the old iron gate. Qingsi looked over and saw that it was Jiang Zifeng, wearing a purple scarf and an indigo hat, with long hair hanging down from the brim of the hat. A pair of black-rimmed glasses that are rarely seen, wearing warm black tights, and brown short boots on the feet.

"Sister Zifeng? Why are you here?"

"I just finished the exam two days ago, because my grades were not very good, the class was dead silent, and I was so bored, so I came out to get some air." Jiang Zifeng walked over with a smile, "And you, why are you here?"

"I don't want to study by myself..." Qingsi replied, "I'm in a bad mood."

"How come? Isn't the art festival coming up soon? It stands to reason that it should be quite easy recently?"

"It's not because of the art festival, it's because of..."

Liu Qingsi didn't continue talking, but hid her chin in her knees.

"Because of what?" Jiang Zifeng sat down beside her. Although she asked a question, she didn't seem to expect an immediate answer. Instead, she took off the scarf around her neck, wrapped it around Liu Qingsi's neck, and gently Patted her shoulder lightly.

"I really like looking at the night sky."

"Eh?"

"In the past, I sat on the window sill of my bedroom, leaning on the glass to see the faint light of a few lamps on the side of the road in the community. After struggling all night, they had almost no strength to fight for the light, and gradually dimmed, and the stars stood out. It’s bright. I think, since street lights are not good at persevering, then this shining moment is what the stars deserve.”

Jiang Zifeng started another topic. Qing Si gently grasped the scarf around her neck with her hand. The warmth that poured in quickly dispelled the discomfort in her trachea. She didn't speak, and Jiang Zifeng continued to talk.

"I like the place where I was born and raised. It is not far from the city. There are lighthouse chimneys of factories and brick houses that have not been demolished. Before a long time ago, there were large wheat fields and mossy old The house. The pace of life there is very slow, so slow that I can’t accept that I’m not allowed to relax and have fun. I don’t think life should be about studying hard in the classroom, and then running back to the dormitory to ask for the dormitory supervisor downstairs. Auntie opens the door for herself, but watches the sunrise and sunset in front of the window, and goes out to visit temple fairs during the Spring Festival.”

"I think so too." Liu Qingsi echoed in a low voice, and Jiang Zifeng looked sideways, only seeing a pair of black eyes shining on the scarf, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's hard for me to imagine living in a completely unfamiliar city for the next four years, and I can't help but miss all the things I once had and are about to lose." This kind of fear: I am losing. I feel that I should do something, but the useless effort of cutting off the water will only make people worry about gains and losses. Gradually, I think, if it is really impossible to prevent, then I can at least remember them.”

"remember?"

"Use this." Jiang Zifeng took out a pen from his pocket, "Writing is the best weapon against time."

Qingsi lowered her head slightly, and the light in her eyes also dimmed.

"what happened?"

"Sister Zifeng, I don't believe in the power of words anymore." Qing Si's voice came through the scarf, muffled and weak, "No matter what is written or how it is written, it is a record of the past. Things are memories that have already happened, not the present, not the future.”

"I can stay away from the test papers and the classroom. I don't have to be afraid of the teacher finding out that I haven't done my homework well in the classroom, and I don't have to be afraid of staying up all night in the dormitory. The desk lamp suddenly loses electricity. But I am not happy. I don't think I got rid of them because I Everyone around me is bound by them, Chen Ying, Feng Ziqiu, Jiang Lu, Xiao Yu, and even Gu Yuan are also bound by these things, so I don't feel free at all."

"Why did you put Gu Yuan at the end and add even?"

"Eh?!"

Consciously missing something, Qing Si immediately shut her mouth.

"You have different expectations of him, don't you?"

"No……"

Qingsi immediately denied it, but her voice lacked force and firmness like a mosquito's chirping.

Jiang Zifeng smiled and poked her forehead with his finger.

"Impure mind, you."

"I do not have!"

This time Qingsi's objection was very firm, but it had lost its meaning.

"Alas—" Jiang Zifeng sighed first.

"Miss Zifeng..."

"Ok?"

"You haven't been to the literature club for a long time."

"Ah."

"As the acting president, I'm about to become the official president in everyone's eyes."

"Isn't that nice?"

"Not good, not good at all." Liu Qingsi shook her head, "I think Xiao Yu is more suitable to be the president than me."

"why?"

"Because she's more active, in all aspects, you know, socially, she's much better than me."

"But this is the literature club, Qingsi." Jiang Zifeng put his arms around Qingsi's shoulders, "No one is more suitable than you to be the president of this club, and I know that you are the one who wrote the emotional column later. Bar."

"Eh? Sister Zifeng, how do you know? You obviously didn't sign it."

"Your words have a special power and flavor."

"However, I still think Xiaoyu is more suitable..."

"Damn, she, she still has her own thoughts."

"My own thoughts?"

"You will know after a while, that guy has such a restless temper, he can't stop, he keeps running, and he doesn't know if it's good or bad."

Qing Si nodded, and the two of them looked up at the sky together, it was not pure black, but a bit blue.

"Sister Zifeng, what's your senior year like?"

After a moment of silence, Qing Si asked.

"Colorful black."

(End of this chapter)