With You

(No.87—No.91)

No.87

It was a day of trouble.

I have participated in so many parties since elementary school, and the happiest thing is not in progress, but when the venue is arranged. Just like the best scenery seen during travel is always on the way to the destination.

I lowered my head and swept the mess, and the students who didn't need to be on duty had already left one after another. Suddenly Zhang Ping walked in and called out most of the few day-to-day students to help clean up the sports ground. When I got back to my senses, only me and Yu Huai were left in the classroom.

He is erasing the blackboard. The propaganda committee painted too much oil on it, and it was very difficult to wipe. I stood there stupidly leaning on a broom, the afterglow of the setting sun came in from the window like a gentle hand, and gently stroked the boy's generous back, smearing it with a brilliant but not glaring color, even layer after layer.

With the right temperature and mild wind, I was standing in the messy garbage dump, stepping on the coke can with my right foot, gently, not dare to make a sound, tilted my head and looked at him.

He turned his head, his eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected me to look at him so straight, blushing for a moment.

But maybe it was just a joke made by the setting sun.

"Is my soul lost?"

I laughed: "Almost. Your back is so beautiful, it looks silly."

He was also very happy. Every time I praised him, he wouldn't refute, instead he turned around, twisted his hips and shook his shoulders exaggeratedly.

Like a clumsy Xinjiang uncle dancing.

"Hey, Yu Huai!"

He stopped: "What to do?"

I shook my head, my eyes were a little sore. The loneliness after the excitement is matched with the sensational power of the setting sun, and there is a kind of wet feeling creeping up my back, making me feel very heavy.

He shrugged, turned back and continued to wipe the blackboard.

"Yu Huai?"

"What the **** are you doing?"

Nothing, I just want to catch something. It’s just that after I can’t yell arrogantly at the moment I go home and enter the door, after I can’t talk about everything in school arbitrarily in front of two other strange family members at the dinner table, I think of midterm exams. After having a deep sense of powerlessness but not being able to give up willfully, I want to grasp something. Maybe it’s just your sleeves, really nothing.

Really.

I smiled: "You know what, I really like..." He raised his eyes and looked at me quietly.

No.88

"...I like sitting at a table with you."

He opened his mouth, and I immediately stretched out my index finger and yelled: "Don't say you know that you are loved!"

Yu Huai, whose classic lines were blocked by me, was furious: "Then what do I say, say I know you love me?"

Do you know how it feels when time stops?

I know. Because my heartbeat also stopped.

Then the instigator, the teenager who caused the trouble, jumped up and corrected the error with incoherent explanations with a flushed face. The hands moved, and I heard the sound of time and heartbeat again.

I lowered my head, swept the floor slowly, the corners of my mouth raised, the corners of my eyes were sore, and I said loudly, "No need to explain, who loves you and is blind?"

"What's blind, I'm pretty cute, Xiaoye!" He was very proud when he finally said the line.

I tilted my head: "I am not an ordinary person."

You are a mortal, so you like Ling Xiangqian. I am not, so I don't like you.

not at all.

No.89

We put down the brooms and rags in our hands and sat side by side on the podium table with our legs dangling in the air. On the right hand side is the moist and moist sunset outside the window, the edges are ambiguous, the virtual reality is real, and the beauty is very fake.

Later, I remembered this scene countless times. I always wondered if there was something wrong with my memory.

The evening when the party ended was so long, so short, so quiet, and so noisy.

It's so long, as if the good memories of a lifetime have been exhausted.

But it's so short, as short as a playground carousel for children who don't play enough.

It was so quiet, I couldn't believe it, everyone seemed to have left the stage and gave way to me. But so noisy, his energetic smile is in my vision.

He told me that the walnut tree next to their junior high school playground was very tall and had a special leaf texture.

"Later I learned that it was my dad who planted it—my dad was also a student in the High School Attached to the National Normal University. The playground was still a dirt road. He was at the same table with him and ran outside to plant trees on the Arbor Day. I was playing around, I didn’t know where I got a small seedling, so I planted it in..."

Who knows, grew up unexpectedly.

When his son skipped class, he would sit in the shade of a tree and drank iced juice to avoid the harsh summer sun. Who would want it.

I was thinking about another thing.

"Where is your father's tablemate?"

"what?"

"I mean, she..." I don't know if the other party is a male or female, but fortunately, the pronunciation is the same, "Where is she now?"

Yu Huai shrugged, "Your question is really weird. Who knows, you must be a **** kid too."

"But fortunately, they still have a tree," I rubbed my eyes. "If there is a chance, let's plant a tree too?"

He agreed easily: "Okay, I have a chance."

I'm serious, Yu Huai.

Then he turned his face sideways, without insisting.

No.90

"Yu Huai, what do you want to do in the future? Do you want to go to Peking University and Tsinghua University?" I asked casually. He apparently replied casually: "Cut, can I pass the exam?"

I was surprised: "They said that as long as Zhenhua's top 50 is in a stable performance, there is no problem."

Yu Huai still wrapped the humble skin: "Come on, I..."

"Yu Huai!" I scowled, I don't like him like this, "Can you... be sincere?"

These good students crawled upwards silently, but worried about falling off proudly, so they always used such ridiculous expressions to cover up their true desires.

I can understand. But I don't want it, I don't want Yu Huai to be like this when facing me.

He was silent for a while, then nodded: "Well, it's me. I...hehe, who doesn't want to."

Yeah, who doesn't want to.

"Everyone thinks, but not everyone is possible," I looked at him seriously, "such as me, it's impossible. And you can."

He didn't use cheap words to encourage me.

Therefore, the time I can sit next to you is very short. If you are lucky, I will play the whole game for three years.

We are silent side by side.

I accidentally kicked him with my foot, and as soon as I was about to apologize, he kicked it back.

I was anxious and directly fought back with Foshan Wuyingjiao.

When the shoes collided, they made a fluttering sound, like a heartless rhythm of joy. He jumped off the table and hit my face with the chalk head. Of course I won't show weakness, grabbed a piece of chalk and threw it out.

Then directly hit Zhang Ping's forehead, who appeared at the door in due course. In the middle of the red heart.

No.91

I continued to sweep the floor sullenly, and Yu Huai continued to wipe the blackboard sullenly.

The sun did not know when it sank into the distant buildings. The sky is a quiet blue and purple, making people's hearts empty.

I raised my head again and glanced at Yu Huai who was still erasing the blackboard-he was still standing there, smearing the last stroke of the word "Huan" vigorously, and there was still the empty Coke can at my feet.

It seems that time has changed into a magic. Everything just now was a dream at all. We didn't move a bit, but time was stolen like this.

Quietly, without a trace.

It's just myself, when I was just arguing, I did secretly grab his sleeve.

In an instant, he was drawn away by him who was busy fleeing.

I gently twiddled my thumb and index finger, and there was a little soft texture of a cotton shirt between my fingers. It was a little warm, which should be just an illusion.