When I was a child, I grew up like a pure white flower, and everyone loved it.

In the alley which has been carrying for many years, every brick and tile has a story. Jimo lives in the deep lane.

Summer hot weather, season mother moved out of the small table and stool, table put half of the frozen watermelon.

Jimo sits on a small stool, digging with his own spoon.

She eats very well. She takes a small bite.

Not high into the wall into a person, he gathered to Jimo, raised his face to call her: "season."

Jimo looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued to dig watermelon to eat.

The boy was embarrassed to scratch his head and said to her, "season, give me a bite."

Jimo or ignore him, concentrate on eating their own.

Ji mother came out of the house, saw the boy and laughed: "Xiaomeng is coming."

"Mama Ji!" Jin Meng stood up, straight and straight, crisp and raw.

Ji's mother came into the house and brought him a small stool and a spoon, "sit down and eat with Jimo."

"Good."

When two heads meet, Jin Meng smiles shyly. Ji Mo has no expression at all.

"Season, go fishing in the river tomorrow, will you go?"

"No Jimo throws two words.

"Why?"

"My mother said that girls should look like girls. Fishing is for boys." Say, Ji Mo looked up at Jin Meng one eye.

He ate watermelon juice all over his mouth.

She took out a handkerchief embroidered with flowers from her pocket and wiped his mouth with her hand. "It's dirty."

Jin Meng laughed and took the handkerchief. "I'll return it to you after I wash it."

Youth time is always so carefree, Jin Meng and Jimo eat half a watermelon, one after another into the house to wash hands.

Jimo do everything is slow and elegant.

Jin Meng is used to it carelessly, but in front of Jimo, he will become a obedient little sheep.

He is several years older than Jimo and regards Jimo as his sister.

At the beginning, he liked this sister and thought of her all the good things. Later, he realized that his love for Jimo was the boy's love for the girl.

"Season, when you grow up, will I marry you?"

When he said this, Jin Meng was sitting on the top of his own wall, looking arrogant.

Jimo is squatting in the small yard, washing their underwear.

Found Jin Meng's eyes staring at his own washing basin, she glared at him and said, "what are you looking at?"

Jin Meng made a big red face and jumped down from the wall. "Really, Jiji, when you grow up, will I marry you?"

"Not good."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like you."

"Good season, how do you like it? Tomorrow, tomorrow, my family will move to s city. "

Ji Mo a Zheng, look back at Jin Meng, "you want to move away?"

"Well." Jin Meng nodded and took out a strawberry hairpin from his pocket. "Here you are."

Jimo took over, pinched in the palm.

"My father killed someone, and our family will move away. Don't tell anyone else."

"Well." Jimo nodded and looked at the strawberry hairpin, feeling a little sad in my heart.

Jin Meng quickly recovered his smile and asked her, "Jiji, you grow up, I'll marry you, OK?"

……

Suddenly woke up from sleep, Jin Meng rubbed his face and looked at the naked woman lying beside her eyes.

He opened the quilt and got up. He went to the French window.

Why did you dream of this again?

It's been three years. I don't know if his season is good.

He always can't remember whether he promised him to marry him when he grew up.

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