June is our farewell song

A few years ago, Qiu Ling was just the most common student in the school, she listened carefully to the lectures and took the exams, and her life trajectory was the two points and one line between home and school.He is not an active person who is often picked up to answer questions in class, nor is he a troubled student who is always called to the office for questions between classes.He is very talkative, and will actively cater to others when needed. Even if he doesn't have any special friends in class, he won't be alone in dinner party.The impression in the teacher's mind is very weak, but at least you can be called out by name when you meet in school.

From the age of 13 to 16, at the dividing line between junior high school and high school, life has undergone a huge turning point.

"Dad is going to the south next month."

Qiu Ling, who had put down her schoolbag after returning from school, happened to pass by her mother who was doing housework, and she spoke in a chatty tone.

"Eh……"

At first, Qiuling didn't quite understand what her mother meant, she followed her mother's back who was wearing slippers, Pata Pata, got up and walked away with her absent-minded eyes. took her hand and said:

"Are you going to be transferred again?"

"This is the last time. Your father has always wanted to transfer back to his hometown to work. He called and told me that it was finally settled today. I could hear him very excited. Although it is true that there are more opportunities for development in big cities, that He just never forgets his hometown."

"Well, then..."

"The speed of settling down will be very fast. There is a rented house in your father's hometown, and it will be vacant at the end of the month. By the way, you have to notify the cleaning company to clean it!"

"Then..." Qiu Ling tugged on her mother's sleeve, "Are you going to move again?"

"Yes." The mother stopped, and then put her hand on her cheek, looking at her with a troubled face, "Lingling will be separated from her classmates again, what should I do?"

It was an expression of pretending to listen to other people's opinions, while dabbling for time, slowly making things develop as she expected.

Although there were many discussions in the next few days, the conclusions of the parents were quite clear.

For someone who has made up his mind from the beginning and is not going to change it easily, no amount of discussion will mean much.

So, she left that big city with some feelings but not too much, and came here, to Nanhua.

"It's pretty much the same everywhere." She always thought so.

But here, her life will be completely changed.

She met those people, and she also met the tree.

"Ah? What's going on?"

"What's the matter? If I can't go, I can't go. There are 24 hours in a day, 440 minutes, [-] seconds. There are enough times for things to happen that make me unable to go. "

"So what's going on..."

"Ah, that's it, I'll hang up first, we'll talk later."

After changing his clothes and getting ready to go out, Gu Yuan's cell phone rang when the paint was halfway through, and the screen flashed a call from a humanoid creature. The reason decided to put his own pigeons.After hanging up the phone, Gu Yuan put the phone away, leaned against the table and thought about other issues.

Inexplicably, my heart became empty, and I actually felt more tired than going over the wall in the evening a few days ago.

As the sky darkened, the glass reflected the self holding the mobile phone. Every time he looked at such a self, Gu Yuan couldn't help but ask in his heart: "What am I doing?"

Although it's a holiday, I don't feel "resting" at all. I'm really tired recently, and I always want to "take a good rest" after finishing some things, but it turns out that I'm always busy.

Sitting on the edge of the desk for a while, Gu Yuan wiped off the paint on his eyelids, but still took his coat and went out.

Unlike before, which was cloudy and sometimes rainy and sometimes snowy, the heavy rain the night before made people really feel the arrival of winter. The temperature dropped several degrees suddenly, breaking the record in the past ten years. The sky is covered in a hopeless gray, only the red roof is looming.

In the evening, the boy appeared in the dessert shop named Superlucky. Facing the hospitable store manager and seniors, the boy looked at Si Junmo wearing a dark green apron with his cheeks on his hands, and asked:
"Do you believe in ghosts?"

Gu Yuan took a sip of orange juice viciously, and felt a little angry at the thought of being let go by that guy, although no matter from which angle he thought about it, there was no proper reason to be angry, obviously he could go alone, and this happened to be the original plan , but still very uncomfortable, maybe this is "I could have endured this darkness, if I had never seen the light".

"I didn't believe it before," Gu Yuan continued, "but what happened recently made me gradually feel that there may be ghosts in this world, and further inferences, that is to say, gods, Buddhas, etc. Maybe they all exist.”

The owner of the store who ordered at the next table quickly sent the order to the back kitchen, then ran to Gu Yuan, looked at Gu Yuan with eyes like looking at a rare animal in a zoo, Gu Yuan looked at him inexplicably .

"what did you just say?"

"Eh? I said, do you believe in ghosts..." The store manager's eyes made people unable to refuse, Gu Yuan replied seriously, "Recently, some supernatural events have happened in school, especially some of them happened to people I know. Even though I never considered the authenticity of those campus legends, now... Hey, why do you look at me with such disdainful or even contemptuous eyes, if you don’t believe me, don’t believe it, just look at me and get angry!"

"Gu Yuan." The store manager wiped his hands with his dark green apron, sat down, and called his name again, "Gu Yuan."

"Ok?"

"Can you tell me more about the supernatural event you just mentioned?"

"Ah, you said this, but nothing actually happened. It's just that some of my friends and I saw a phantom of a person wearing an old school uniform at school." I wouldn't even believe it, but since the other party asked, then tell the truth, and he initiated the conversation. If you say no at this time, it will only make the other party feel very shameless.

"The old school uniform? Can you tell me what kind of school uniform it is?" Si Junmo did not show the jokes and teasing that Gu Yuan expected, but put on a serious posture and asked about the supernatural event Details, "Is it the tattered one, or the bloody one?"

"What...it's nothing, it's just a very common high school uniform, it's just the old style, oh yes, it should be the one you wore when you were still in Nanhua."

"That's it, it sounds quite real." Si Junmo nodded while talking, with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand against his chin, and his eyes were tilted at thirty degrees to the upper right, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, " I remember that when we were in high school, there were similar legends, and there were also a group of people who believed in it, and when others asked, they also spoke plausibly, saying that they had seen it with their own eyes, but..."

As he spoke, he adjusted the direction of his sight and landed on Gu Yuan.

"Although the legends of various supernatural stories spread rapidly on campus, more people report an attitude of having fun in a peaceful life, and not many people really believe them."

"Ah, I guess it would be like this... In this day and age, how can anyone believe in ghosts and gods..."

"Yeah, I said similar things back then, but what I didn't realize was that this kind of mistrust would spread." Si Junmo continued, "Trust between people is established through a series of things. Things have been accumulated and cultivated bit by bit. Although you will think [she just said something unbelievable in this matter, it does not affect my trust in her], but the reality is that if a person always says If you talk about things that others cannot understand, your subconscious will gradually classify her into the [unbelievable] group, and then everything she says will subconsciously feel unbelievable.”

"Hmm..." The topic was diverted to another place for some reason, but out of politeness, Gu Yuan still listened carefully.

"This kind of mistrust is very harmful to people. Imagine that scene: you try hard to describe what you see to others, but it is just a passing impression to others. I can only get the other party’s hesitation. It’s like writing on the beach, no matter how serious you are, you can’t beat the waves, or it’s like when it rains in winter here, no matter how many clothes you wear, you will feel cold.”

The feeling of not being trusted?Gu Yuan was a little distracted, he felt that Si Junmo's words meant something.

The store manager smiled lightly: "If you encounter similar difficulties, you can come to me."

"I hope not, but thank you anyway." Gu Yuan stood up and walked out, stopped for a moment when he reached the door, looked back at him and said, "Why do I say some weird things every time I chat with you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm weird myself."

"Understood, I'll go first, goodbye."

Si Junmo let out a long breath, walked a few steps, looked back at the figure who had disappeared outside the window, and then withdrew the smile from the corner of his mouth bit by bit until it became a straight line like a scar.