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Chapter 42 A Long and Fulfilling Day

After getting off the bus, Mu Zhengguang talked about his strange idea: "The bus is too slow. It seems that it will be difficult to sell the bus in the future!"

Xu Ying asked him, "It's very slow. How long have you not been back to town?"

"Less than a month."

Judging from the time span, Mu Zhengguang just came back last month. But since he entered high school, he has never walked around the town again. There are some things he remembered very clearly before, but not necessarily now, but there are also some things he has always remembered.

There are 17 primary schools and one middle school in Yuantian Town. He has only seen five of these 17 primary schools: the First Primary School, the Second Primary School, the Third Primary School, the Yuantian Town Central School, and the Fourth Primary School.

The No. 200 Primary School is located in the old street, which is a little remote. There are ponds and farmland within meters outside the school. There are woods, open spaces, tombstones and abandoned houses everywhere near the school. Some abandoned houses only have wooden doors and a small section of wall left, and paper mulberry and roses grow in the yard. The high-hanging paper mulberry fruits and the rose flowers covered with dew add a lot of brilliant colors to my childhood.

The Second Primary School is on Xinjie. Turn left and then turn left again and you will reach the most prosperous area of ​​Harada Town. The street is full of shops, restaurants and milk tea shops.

The Third Primary School is near the shopping mall and is on the same street as the Second Primary School. There are more than a dozen alleys and roads on both sides of the street. The Second Primary School is in the alley, and the Third Primary School is on the roadside.

The Harada Town Central School and Health Center are very close to each other, and he had seen them when he went to see a doctor.

The Fourth Primary School was the most special. One day, he was walking along a newly built road. At the end of his sight, amidst the dense green, a brick-red and sky-blue building stood out. He thought the building looked like a school building, so he continued walking forward and saw its true appearance. It was indeed a school.

He and Ying are in the same primary school.

Once upon a time, a primary school had four doors: the front door, the back door, and two doors that could not be locked: a gap in the wall and a store.

Needless to say, the gap in the wall can be passed by bending down. There is a door in the canteen that leads to the school vegetable garden. After entering the vegetable garden and passing through a rough round arch, you can see your classmates and teachers.

The front door is a thin iron door placed in the wall, with a small square window on it, facing the more remote road with abandoned houses. The back door is a large iron gate, in front of which is a cement road, with huge trees standing on both sides of the road, providing shade.

The front and back doors are closed during class time and are only opened when school is over. In the summer, some students take a nap at home, and the doors are opened again when they go to school.

In the scorching summer, the sun is high in the sky, and the lush green that blocks out the sun leaves cool shadows on the ground, allowing everyone to stand comfortably by the iron gate or on the side of the road, waiting for the gate to open.

There were sunken spaces on both sides of the cement road. The large pits, about five or six meters deep, were full of shrubs and grass and were used as garbage dumps. There was a small pond farther away on both sides, where some students used to catch shrimp.

The cement road at the school gate is connected to the highway. Two- and three-story cement houses can be seen everywhere on the roadside, and Ying’s hometown is among them.

At first glance, her house looks like a villa, but upon closer inspection, it is indeed a villa.

For a long time, his definition and criteria for a villa were nothing more than these: marble columns, tiled walls, a yard surrounded by a fence, a wide iron gate, and a height of at least three stories.

Her house met all these conditions, and she also had a garden. However, beneath the magnificent exterior was the third floor, which was barely decorated, and the second floor, which was only half decorated. From then on, he knew that when looking at a house, one should not only look at the surface, but also the interior.

Memories emerge, the past is reversed, reality and the past overlap, and I stand in front of the familiar house again.

Xu Ying opened the door with the key and Mu Zhengguang followed her into the house.

Xu Ying found two shovels on the cement ground next to the garden and threw one of them to her classmate: "Take it, let's go."

Then they went to the school "gate" together.

The gate was gone, replaced by a three-meter-high brick wall. The trees on the roadside were gone too. Without the shade of the trees, the road was exposed to the scorching sun, dilapidated and worn out, and its original advantages were gone.

In the four years since graduation, the school has been renovated several times. Not only have tall walls and a brand new cafeteria been built, but even the location of the door has been changed.

Xu Ying looked up at the high wall with a complicated look in her eyes. In the past, when I went to school in the morning, there were many morning glories on the road from my home to the school gate. Now, the gate has been replaced by a wall, and now is not the season for flowers to bloom.

She said in a deep voice, "How does it feel to revisit the old place?"

Mu Zhengguang walked to the wall and patted the bricks: "Things change with the times, and things are changing with each passing day."

"Oh, I thought you would be sad for a few seconds." Xu Ying said this, and she was also sad in her heart. Just like in the past, after she fainted and went to the hospital, she woke up and said to Mu Zhengguang, "You are also in the hospital? Are you injured?"

"It's sad. But it's a good thing that the children have a better learning environment. Where did you bury the things? Not in a big pit, right?"

"I won't bury things in the garbage. I just want to show you my alma mater, where we first met."

Mu Zhengguang also missed those rare old times: "There were only two classes in one grade. You and I have been in the same class since the first grade, and we have been in the same class ever since. It is a wonderful fate."

"The top five students in the school are in the same class, and the rest are randomly assigned to different classes." Xu Ying said this lightly because she didn't want her classmates to feel sorry. Looking at the transcripts of the next class and understanding the rules of class assignment are not complicated, but they require careful thought. If you don't have this kind of thought, no matter how much experience you have, it will be difficult to do these things. "Ah... I didn't notice it."

"It's not worth paying special attention to." Xu Ying pointed in a direction, "Let's go over there to dig the soil."

Mu Zhengguang looked into the distance: It was a wasteland before, and it is still a wasteland now, with no one digging the soil and weeds growing everywhere. You really have foresight to choose a place like this to bury something. Maybe in a few decades, the thing will still be there.

The two walked through the withered grass, getting closer and closer to their destination, but they just couldn't reach it. Xu Ying took him around, walking here and there.

As time passed and the past became distant, she had forgotten the exact location.

Mu Zhengguang handed her the golden hairpin and said, "Try it. It may not work."

Xu Ying used her running force to operate the golden step-shaking ornaments, and the images of past events came to her mind one after another. As graduation approached, there were at least five yearbooks passed around in the classroom, one of which was mine. I bought a brand new yearbook from the store and let Guang write the first page. Then I went to find other good friends and asked them to fill in the pages one by one. I kept these pages and kept them separately. What others wrote was just a foil. After graduation, I put the foil in a glass box and buried it in the ground.

Xu Ying was always open-minded and didn't take many things to heart. The golden step-shaking reminded her of the main part, but could not awaken her memories of the secondary part.

"I have a bad memory and can't recall it." She smashed the shovel into the ground, and the iron shovel went deep into the ground. "There's no other way. Let's dig! What's the saying? Dig three feet into the ground. Just think of it as exercise. Let's start."

Mu Zhengguang agreed with this. With his physical fitness, it would not be difficult for him to dig three feet deep. Anyway, the area of ​​this land was fixed, so he would find it after digging all over.

Before digging, he gave a pair of headphones to a classmate, and the two of them listened to music while working.

Half an hour later, Xu Ying shoveled the broken glass box, and the work was over. She used the outline of an hourglass to remove the broken pieces, picked up the yearbook, and shook off the dirt on it.

“Found it. Before it is consumed by time, become my strength.”

Xu Ying started to absorb. Page after page of thick blue paper, the colors and handwriting became bright and vivid. The buried memory was also clearly visible: on a summer evening four years ago, it had just rained, the wind was strong and cool, she walked here alone, took a big shovel, dug a "big hole", and put the box down.

The color of the windmill changed from purple-black to light blue, and then returned to its original state.

Mu Zhengguang was stunned: How can running power be used in this way? What are the benefits of using it this way?
Xu Ying saw his confusion, but she was not in a hurry to answer: "Let's go, we have finished digging the land, it's time to go home, I have something to give you. Do you want to see the yearbook?"

He really wanted to see what messages his elementary school classmates had written: "Good."

So, Xu Ying took two shovels, and Mu Zhengguang walked and read the blue book.

Mu Zhengguang slowly flipped through the yearbook, from the first page with words, to the last page with words, then to the first blank page, and finally to the last blank page. In the whole book, there was no word written by him. However, there were words written about him. He was moved and was surprised to find that all these things were just right. It turned out that four years ago, a classmate had already put the names "Mu Zhengguang" and "Xu Yingze" together.

Mu Zhengguang bid farewell to the past and returned to the present. He wanted to know where the page he wrote was.

Xu Ying had already noticed his doubts, and before he could ask, she gave the answer: "What you wrote is in my bedroom. Cui Yuxin, Zhu Xueyang, and Chen Rongrong, they are all gone."

When she said those three names, her speech was very slow, as if she was singing a long farewell song for her old friends.

Nostalgia and regret write together, allowing the past and the present to meet briefly.

Mu Zhengguang was brought into that long time by her, and he couldn't help but feel sad. He tried his best to hide his emotions and tried to comfort his classmates: "Maybe they have also thought about where you are now. Maybe we can meet again. In this era, people's thoughts are incomparable and infinitely powerful."

"Yes. Our intentions and our strength are unmatched."

The two returned home, put away the shovel, and went to the second floor. The second floor was very large, with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a clothes drying room, and the rest was empty space, with only a table and a chair on the ground, that's all.

There are two bedrooms. The bigger one belongs to Ying, and the smaller one is unoccupied.

In addition to the big bed and wardrobe, the bedroom also has a desk, a bookcase, and a display window. The display window is filled with glass, metal, plastic, ceramics, shells, crystals, stones, paper, cloth, and of course, not raw materials, but glass products and metal products...

Mu Zhengguang glanced at the window display, thinking that there were quite a lot of fake crystals here, and many of them were crystal balls that were obtained through traps.

There is a grand fair in the town in spring. Many people from other places come to the town. They set up an amusement park, erect tents and performance stages in a large open space, and set up stalls on both sides of the street, including a ring-tossing stall.

The rally lasted for several days. People from Xinjie and Old Street would go to watch. The crowds were so crowded that you couldn't see the end. That place was very close to the Third Primary School. But the Third Primary School hadn't been built at that time. When the Third Primary School was built, there were many more houses on the roadside.

As his memories gathered and summarized, Mu Zhengguang suddenly remembered: Is the rally over? I haven't noticed it. There was one in the second year of junior high school, but I haven't been there since. Time flies so fast. I just "took a nap" for a while, and I can't see or remember the past clearly.

(End of this chapter)