June is our farewell song

That night, Yang Hao sat in front of his desk, with a few locks of hair on his forehead wet from the rain and sticking softly to his forehead. His emotions were like invisible fish swimming under the ocean of his skin.Anger, confusion, sadness, pity and hatred will surface if you are not careful.He ignored it, just opened the exercise booklet on functions and sequences, and continued to complete the remaining homework.Then do the laundry, then clean the room, then turn off the lights and go to bed.

He actually fell asleep quickly without even dreaming.

how is this possible.

It was already past half past eleven when he finished everything. His eyes were sore and painful. After washing, he lay down on the bed and tried to fall asleep.

He used to be able to be touched by some small details in life, like water drops hanging on leaves in the morning, but when something really happened, he was indifferent, as if there was a more powerful person deep in his body. , usually sleeping and letting him control the body and do whatever he wants, but at a certain time he will start to take over everything, and have an indifferent attitude towards the people and things around him.

Maybe I drank too much coffee during the day to improve my efficiency and couldn't sleep.He sat up and turned on the radio to listen to something, but found that there was only a late-night radio station telling ghost stories. The host lowered his voice and tried his best to create a scary atmosphere with a low voice. There was nothing else to listen to.

He couldn't listen to such ghost stories, not because he was afraid, but because he would continue to have nightmares.

The man still hasn't come back. In fact, he has long been used to it. Ever since he found a job at a car repair shop, the man has often not come back. He said it was because the distance was too far and he lived in the carport to save time. In fact, he didn't know where to hang out. , he was lying on the bed tossing and turning with random thoughts, and suddenly he remembered that after his mother left many years ago, he was sitting on the bed tossing and turning, listening to the English channel on the radio without understanding a word and not knowing how to change the channel. He laughed, laughed. Smiling, I don’t know why I shed tears.

I got up and washed my face, changed my clothes, put on my headphones, it was already past midnight, and I went for a walk.

Yesterday, or rather the day before yesterday, it rained again in the middle of the night and it didn't stop until yesterday morning.But the weather had warmed up, so he pulled some of the clothes around his neck and walked towards the commercial district to the north, where there were still bright lights. Although all the shops were closed, there were only a few food stalls and food stalls that only opened night markets. The barbecue stall was still open, and there were people talking and laughing loudly in the seats on the street. There were occasionally a few pedestrians on the street, and there was more greasy garbage everywhere.

A red plastic bag containing wooden skewers stained with black and red meat residue was blown up by the wind, passed in front of Yang Hao, and was photographed on a billboard nearby. On the billboard was a delicate crystal necklace, the largest of which Highlights are also added to each crystal.

A store that has been closed down for a long time was originally the only small gift shop here, selling cheap but beautiful gifts.I don’t know which bastard’s sales pitch the shop owner accepted to open such an inappropriate jewelry store in such a half-dead neighborhood.Most people living here cannot accept high-priced jewelry, and the few who can accept it still have a concept of jewelry that only involves wearing gold and silver.
So no matter how beautiful the crystal necklace on the billboard is, opening a jewelry store here is a dead end.

Even though it has been closed for many years, the store here is still not available for rent.The billboard became tattered due to no one maintaining it, and the red plastic bag that passed by his eyes happened to be stuck to the largest crystal. Yang Hao reached out and pulled it off, but it still remained. An ugly oil stain,

He suddenly thought of Chi Yu.

In other words, he has never forgotten Chi Yu for a moment.

The disappearance of the gift shop can be attributed to the owner's obsession. In Yang Hao's eyes, Chi Yu's change is also due to the same reason.

Although they lived in the same community and were in the next class in elementary school and junior high school, he and Chi Yu did not have any in-depth friendship after the New Year incident. They might say hello when they met, but they were just avoiding each other. When it's too late, it will start and end with a polite and awkward smile.More often than not, he would turn his head to look at the world-awakening mottos or portraits of scientists hanging on the wall to avoid that greeting. Zhuge Liang's ambition cannot be clear without indifference, and he cannot reach far without tranquility. He can already write it down with his left hand with his eyes closed.Of course he didn't do this because he hated Chi Yu. In fact, this kind of avoidance was only for her, because the person who was often avoided at other times was himself.

He often stood in the corridor and looked at himself against the reflective window glass, not to straighten his appearance, but just to see himself better.The boy reflected in the glass was pale, his eyes were cloudy, and his clothes were dirty.Whenever this happens, he will feel a little unwilling, and there is no need for you. Only this unreasonable unwillingness ties him down like a shadow, dispelling the loneliness of being alone. Perhaps his unwillingness comes from this loneliness - he doesn't Know.

He remembered that one day during class, he stood at the door of the class and looked from the corridor to the next class. He heard the cheers and applause inside. Lu Siyao was standing next to the podium, surrounded by a group of people. Her cheeks were slightly red, but she still maintained her usual expression. She was cold and confident, but also a little shy, and opposite her stood a boy wearing blue earrings.

Yang Hao knew his name, Ye Jun.

Leaning against the railing, Yang Hao couldn't hear clearly what they were saying in the classroom. He could only see the excited and gossipy expressions on the faces of the onlookers. He glanced at the boiling classroom and quickly looked through the gaps in the crowd. When he arrived at Chi Yu, the expression on his face was unlike anything he had ever seen before, and his eyes were bright and full of envy.

He almost never cares about how others live or how they live.He has become accustomed to living under the strange looks of others. He doesn't feel isolated when he sees others avoiding him. Sometimes he even thinks that he has isolated others.But he had to admit that whenever he saw such a youthful and sincere smile on other people's faces, he would be a little envious.Because of myself and because of Chi Yu.Sometimes he would think that maybe he would be like this for the rest of his life, but the girl who would find him in a crowded corridor to send New Year blessings during the New Year should not be like this.

She should live another, more colorful youth.

Why? What is so great about Lu Siyao?Why did everyone circle around her involuntarily and willingly?Yang Hao couldn't figure it out no matter what, what was the difference between Chi Yu and her?
He wrote their names over and over again in his notebook, writing them carefully and vigorously without looking up.

He was indifferent to other people's lives. When the story of Ye Jun, Lu Siyao and Gu Yuan was very popular in the school, all he cared about was Chi Yu, and Chi Yu only had Lu Siyao in his eyes.At first he thought there was nothing wrong with this. After all, Lu Siyao was one of the most popular girls in the school. There were many more people who liked her than hated her, and Chi Yu was her friend. , there are definitely benefits.Maybe you can slowly live that kind of "colorful youth."but it is not the truth.

They have lived in this school for three years, and gradually everyone's faces have become familiar. Even people they don't know at all, who can't tell each other's name or class, will immediately recognize each other when they meet in school or on the street. Realize that the other person is your classmate.At least this is the case for Yang Hao, so he feels that Chi Yu always attracts more attention from others when he is with Lu Siyao, but the result is that everyone's eyes are still focused on Lu Siyao, and no one pays attention to that The girl sitting behind her, even Chi Yu herself, was like this.

Yang Hao has doubted whether the world is normal more than once.

He remembered that one time after school, he stood in the corridor and watched Chi Yu and Lu Siyao chatting. A boy came over, glanced at him with a wary and arrogant look, and then said hello to Lu Siyao inside.

He was annoyed but didn't show it, but he remembered the boy's name.

Gu Yuan.

Although he had heard this name before, that was Yang Hao's first impression of Gu Yuan. He understood why the other person looked at him like this, which made him unbearable.

Then he remembered that evening when his hands and feet were cold.

When he saw the two gangsters holding art knives blocking Chi Yu into the alley, he found that his palms were numb, and he ran almost crazy to find Ye Jun.

A bloody knife, a deserted alley, two people confronting each other, a silent world.

However, Yang Hao knew that the real silence was not in the world, but in his own heart.

When Lu Siyao appeared between Ye Jun and Gu Yuan, he left alone silently.

She was supposed to be the one to save her, but it turned out to be him.

This is not what makes Yang Hao angry the most.

From that day on, Chi Yu took off the glasses she wore in class, grew her hair long, and got rid of her habit of laughing.

She becomes less and less like Chi Yu and more and more like Lu Siyao.

Yang Hao's eyes fell on the crystal necklace billboard that was riddled with oil stains and damage.

The rusty iron sheet behind can be seen through the damaged cavity.

This is not a billboard at all, just a piece of paper.

He raised his hand and tore off the advertising paper from top to bottom.

The glue was so tight that it was easy to tear off a strip. It took him a while to tear off all the advertising paper.

Then he stepped on the soles of his feet and walked over.