June is our farewell song

Chapter 231 Late Summer
This winter has always concealed too much insurmountable desolation, like a short moment and a long eternity.

Gray is always the representative color of winter, and thick clouds smear the sky.The continuous gray is like a gloomy face, which can be seen everywhere.

The bus slid across the cold city like a fish, heading for an unknown place.Gu Yuan leaned his head against the glass window, his eyes drifted away, and the light from this city flickered in his pitch-black pupils. These strange and faint lights fell on this lifeless city, as if The stars in the sky exude a warm light in a drop-in-hand manner.

In the silence, the piano music in the earphones flowed through every corner of his heart like water, washing away the tired night, and then the music stopped abruptly, as if nothing had happened.

There was an announcement of the arrival of the train ahead.

Of course, this is not the beginning of the story. For the coherence and consistency of the narrative, we must turn the book of time forward a little bit, and go back to the time when the temperature just started to cool down in late summer and early autumn, and the sky was always clear , and start there.

In the early morning of the official school day, Gu Yuan turned off the alarm clock like he did on the first day of every semester in the past, stretched himself on the bed, smelled the cold air in the room, reached out and touched the corners of his eyes, but couldn't touch a trace of it. Moist, dry eyes.Suddenly, a burst of piano sounded, and the clear sound of the piano echoed in the silent and empty room.

He was startled, and after a few seconds, he found that the sound source was his mobile phone. Gu Yuan realized that it was a mobile phone alarm set just in case. He walked over and turned it off, then put the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, opened When the door came, Mario and Juzi were already lying there waiting for him, and when they saw him open the door, they jumped up and burrowed into his arms.

"It's almost there. They're not too young anymore, just like a child." Gu Yuan patted Juzi's forehead, then rubbed Mario's head vigorously, then looked up at the window, just facing the rising sun, He was against the light, and the light in the morning was relatively dim, so his face could not be seen clearly, but his figure and every strand of hair were soaked in a faint golden layer.

The wind came in through the gap in the window and blew on his face, giving him a cool breeze.

"It's just the end of summer, why is it getting cold?"

"Eh—? Did you know that this year is said to be the coldest winter since the beginning of the 21st century. Even our place will have heavy snowfall."

"Where did you get the gossip from?"

"Global Times, the newspaper of a major newspaper company, the news is very reliable~"

"boring……"

On the first day of school, it was the familiar serious nonsense from Qi Yu. Gu Yuan held his chin and yawned. He lay lazily on the bed and woke up naturally every day. The first class in the morning was a math test, which was more like torture.

But fortunately, after the exam, there was Qi Yu's never-stop Balabala, just like turning on the faucet, the cold water gushed out continuously, lingering around his ears non-stop.

It seems to be a paintbrush, adding color little by little to the world that is slowly turning gray.

The summer vacation came to an end, everyone went back to school and lived almost the same life as three months ago.

As for Lu Siyao, in the end she chose to stay because she felt that she was already in her third year of high school. Even if the admissions policy there was better, but in a sudden change of environment, there are too many uncontrollable factors, and it is easy to lose more than gain.

A month ago, at the end of the picnic, everyone gave their own gifts to Sister Zifeng as the end.Jiang Zifeng prepared a personal letter for everyone. Gu Yuan didn't know what was written in the letter received by others, but the one he received contained only a short sentence:

"Find the answer to that question and... never regret it."

It was a bit of a nonsensical sentence, but he probably understood what Miss Zifeng meant.

All in all, Jiang Zifeng has already left, left the city where she was born and raised, and went to a place far away.

With the report of the new senior year, they also naturally became the oldest group of students in Nanhua High School.

Although it was expected long ago, when all this really happened, there was always an indescribable feeling in my heart.

There is a sense of freshness, but more anxiety, they have heard too many rumors about the third year of high school, "black", "depressed", "tired", "dull"... Various adjectives are filled in their minds, but It's hard to come up with a positive word.

There is also Jiang Zifeng's description of the third year of high school, that very strange, contradictory wording.

"Colorful black"

Why black can be so colorful? Gu Yuan doesn't know, Qi Yu doesn't know, Feng Ziqiu doesn't know, and Gao Lian who sits behind him doesn't know, but everyone agrees that the senior year is very tired.The second week after the start of school is the day of the science competition exam. For those who have entered the third year of high school, this is the last chance, and almost everyone naturally cherishes this last chance.

But things like competitions are often not useful just by working hard.Gu Yuan feels a headache every day looking at those complicated physics formulas. Continuous hard work has not seen any effect. The more questions he does, the more he feels lack of thinking. He often can only face the blanks on the test paper in a daze.

Qi Yu is actually similar, in fact, her pressure is even greater than that of Gu Yuan, because besides the competition exam that is right in front of her eyes, there are other things lingering in her mind.

In fact, the person with the greatest pressure may be Chen Ge, this man who has been smiling every time he shows up in the past two years, now there are more and more days when there is no smile on the corner of his mouth. Once I saw him standing alone in the corridor outside the classroom, staring at the distant green hills in a daze, the coffee in the mug in his hand getting darker and stronger, which made people a little worried.

By the way, speaking of Chen Ge, there is one more thing that needs to be explained.

After the picnic on August [-]st, Gu Yuan found some time to visit the old campus of Nanhua High School.

The location of the old campus is right next to the pedestrian street in the city center. It is indeed a very good prime location. No wonder the city government has been trying to demolish this place. It will be countless vain silver.

Standing under the two sycamore trees at the school gate, Gu Yuan thought so.

It's not yet autumn, the leaves have not changed color, and the sunlight is projected from the gaps in the branches and leaves, dazzling people's eyes.

The big screen for publicity on the street is playing the mayor's speech on realizing the development of low-carbon economy, which is full of enthusiasm.Gu Yuan looked up, yawned, and walked across the intersection blankly.Cars were speeding by around the corner, leaving an air of smoke and gasoline.Gu Yuan took a deep breath, happened to be choked by this residual air current, and coughed forcefully, his voice echoed in the street, his face flushed red, and he actually choked out tears, streaming down his cheeks, "Papa Da "dropped on the ground, instantly shattered, and dissipated without a trace.

Showing Nanhua's student ID card, Gu Yuan easily obtained the right of way through the gate.The layout of the entire campus is similar to that of the new campus. He went in and looked at the literature club in the old campus. Although the activity room was dilapidated, it was not messy. It could be seen that the students in the junior high school still had regular cleaning, but this was not the case. Cleaning, along with time, washes away the traces of the past.He found nothing there, and Ye Qiuling seemed to have become a phantom in the long river of time, floating alone in the position ten years ago, losing all contact with the present.

Now, the only clue that can be thought of is Teacher Li Shiyu.

Gradually, Gu Yuan felt the distance.What happened ten years ago was like a strand of spider silk, a thin long thread in the air, trembling and gradually stretching in your field of vision in a state that cannot be easily found, and it will break at any time.

On the night before the competition exam, Gu Yuan opened the exercise booklet for the last time, took out a piece of clean white paper, laid it flat, and tremblingly ran the pen tip across the paper.

"Clap" sound.

The nib broke without warning.

(End of this chapter)