Hey, fate

After more than half of the summer vacation, everyone’s enthusiasm has not diminished. As soon as they came up with the idea of ​​gathering, most of the class agreed, and then the class leader was responsible for contacting the old class on behalf of everyone. It was originally a weekend, and the teachers of the third year went back to teach. I am in the first year of high school, unlike the third year of high school, I have already learned to death in school last year.There is plenty of time.

Everything went well, everyone raised funds to book a small restaurant, which is a little out of the way, but it is said to taste good, they are all poor students, and they don't pay that much attention.

The pet shop was quite close to a restaurant, and a few people walked there. It was three or four o’clock in the afternoon. It was too late for lunch, and too early for dinner. The waiters inside are all bored sitting and playing with their mobile phones, which is embarrassing.

Xie Feng had an idea, "Let's have afternoon tea."

Everyone agreed: "It's amazing."

Chang Cheng patted Xie Feng on the shoulder, "Brothers come to Sichuan restaurant for afternoon tea, it's quite unique."

Xie Feng knocked off his hand, "Little Chic, who has your stuff?"

Everyone burst into laughter and filed in.

I was quite happy during the meal, they were all in the same class, they were very familiar, and I didn’t have any scruples about making jokes. Teacher Ding was wearing a very ordinary dress today. She looks like a big sister, laughing and laughing with everyone, and she doesn't look like a teacher at all.

"Teacher, don't you think we don't?"

Teacher Ding stretched out his arms and picked up a piece of dried cauliflower, "I can't think of it, let's see when you kids will think of me, and I haven't been disappointed in the end."

Everyone enjoyed Teacher Ding's way of speaking like a pet child, answering questions and answering questions, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The graduation party of the third year of high school will inevitably talk about the college entrance examination, scores, universities, etc. Although everyone did well in the exam this year, but the score line has been raised by several points, there are still many people who have not passed the line, and many people still want to go to junior college in the end Colleges are also reasonable.

Xie Feng took a sip of the juice, he was finally admitted to an undergraduate college in the provincial capital, so he silently turned himself into a transparent person on the sidelines, it's better not to spread hatred.

Such a harmonious atmosphere reminded him of the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere when Chang Cheng celebrated his birthday.

It's just that the person sitting next to him is not that person anymore.

He took out his mobile phone to take a picture of a large table of dishes, and sent a message. He picked up his mobile phone after the breakup. QQ, which he doesn’t play much at ordinary times, was very deserted, but he added no one who should be added. , the recent dynamics are frequent, and the number of visitors has also increased rapidly.

It wasn't until the Weekly Space Visitor's Daily came out that he became a "human flesh fan machine" that he realized in a trance that it had been a week since they broke up.

They didn't delete friends, they were still brothers after all, and they didn't make any messy things like couple portraits, and no one even knew that he had been in a relationship except for the few close friends around him.

Still with boys.

Finally broke up.

Gee.

Xie Feng looked at the bustle and bustle of everyone talking and laughing, but he didn't feel the desolation of "the excitement belongs to them, I have nothing". His face could even be said to be calm. After the breakup, he ate and slept well. Well, from time to time, I share my life on social software. From the perspective of friends who know it, Brother Feng is still that Buddhist boy.

He also broke up with his parents lightly, and explained that life can be said to be smooth sailing.

It's just that he knows that this is all appearance.

He actually missed An Jia very much, very much.

Thinking that no matter what the situation, what occasion, he could always think of An Jia. When he was in the pet shop, he could think of the two of them doing their homework at the small table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Knowing that An Jia always looked up at herself every once in a while, as if she was afraid of losing it if she missed a glance.At that time, the relationship between the two had not yet been established, and he was already silently guarding her.

Xie Feng sometimes wonders these days, since when did he start liking him?

Moving forward, he remembered that he sprained his ankle, and An Jia insisted that he go to his dormitory and apply medicine to himself, is this time?Or going forward, he went down to put up big-character posters in the last few minutes of evening self-study, and met at the entrance of the restaurant. An Jia said, "Look at you, don't let you do anything." Is this time?

Every time I think about it, I feel very boring, and then I want to cry.

He also felt that he was pretty good-for-nothing, that he was spoiled by An Jia, and now that the person who spoiled him was gone, no matter how pitiful his tears were, he was the only one who touched him.

When he was in a difficult situation, he started to learn new things and tried to divert his attention, such as smoking. At the beginning, he didn't know what to do, and coughed himself half to death. When he was heartbroken, he remembered that An Jia said that he felt uncomfortable He would smoke when he was young, was he like this at the time?

so what?so what?

It should be me who broke up, and I dumped him, but why do you still think of him so much?What's the point of wanting to experience everything he's experienced?

Xie Feng couldn't understand himself a little bit, and hated himself crazily.

After An Jia left from Xie Feng, the two of them still met in a threesome. Xie Feng occasionally taught calligraphy to students, but most of the time he still sat at the front desk.

The person in charge said that he was excited. In fact, he still had to abide by the regulations, and he couldn't let inexperienced or just graduated students to teach the students. However, he was really amazed by his words, and it was only after two trade-offs that he came to such a result.

As a result, the two can still meet often, but they nod their heads without embarrassment, and there is almost no communication. Sometimes An Jia even forgets the fact that they broke up. After all, habits are terrible. He goes to the bakery in the morning to casually When buying a piece of bread, I used to want to take a few matcha-flavored puffs, and then put them back. He himself does not like to eat such sweet and greasy things. I have a soft spot, especially the matcha flavor.

He knows that Xie Feng has too many little habits.

He knew that Xie Feng sometimes got up late in the morning and didn't want to eat breakfast when he was in a hurry, so he had to help him prepare some snacks such as small breads for him to take out to eat and prevent his hypoglycemia. He knew that Xie Feng had a mild temper , but he is not very calm in life. His clothes are always in a mess. , he always looks directly into his own eyes, and every time he looks away from himself, he laughs at himself for being shy. When he smiles happily, he is really charming.

Sometimes when walking on the road, he would suddenly bend down or ask himself to see some beautiful flowers blooming on the side of the road, what kind of wonderful colors are the clouds today, etc., but they are common flowers in the city, but they are How special and beautiful can the same sky be?

But what I like is his energy, it seems that he can always find the beauty of life, and he is always full of love.

Why has it become like this now?

Does he know how much he loves him, that's why he summoned up so much courage, told him to separate for a while, and when he has strength and capital, he will love him with confidence.

There is actually another sentence behind him: Will you wait for me?

But he didn't have a chance to say it again, because Xie Feng immediately poured cold water into his heart:

He said so ruthlessly, "If you want to divide, divide it, don't talk about those useless things."

It's useless.

What is useless?

Was his courage useless?

Or is his determination to give him the best life possible for nothing?

Or are these more than 300 days and nights useless?

he does not know.

Before An Jia realized that she liked Xie Feng, what she had been longing for was a love between two mature souls, a love that can advance and retreat freely, give to each other, and have full freedom. .

And after falling in love with Xie Feng, he deeply felt that love is something that cannot be controlled at all. Xie Fengxu grew up with him for a few months, on the surface he is calm and reliable, but in fact, although his temper is light, he is by no means mature and stable. Once hung up, it seems that he doesn't care much about anything, but he will chase after him if he is sure. Although he is so reckless and impulsive, and even a little naive, he still allows himself to be addicted to this day.

At the moment of breaking up, his heart was almost numb, but it would be great if he was really numb, but he could hear with his ears and see with his eyes, and the pain doubled.

It was already night when I got home, and my parents were at home. When I saw his face, I was surprised at first, then understood, and finally mixed with sympathy and pity. An Jia looked at this kind of eyes, and it really hurts. I begged my parents in a low voice, don't let them separate, it seems like a lifetime away.

It was Zheng Xiaoqin who came over first and comforted her softly, "Mom and Dad understand, hurry up and take a bath, get some sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow—don't cry."

An Jia was already extremely exhausted, but she was startled when she heard what her mother said in a low voice at the end. Did he cry?

He touched his face subconsciously, and there was still a sense of tightness from dried tears, and the grievance welled up in his heart. He suppressed the choking in his throat, and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry."

An Jiang was still sitting on the sofa watching TV, "I didn't say I'm sorry to my family, besides, it's your own decision, that's all right, wash up and go to sleep, don't let your mother worry."

An Jia hugged her mother and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Thank you."

Zheng Xiaoqin's eyes turned hot, and he patted his son on the back, "It's good to be back."

Afterwards, he was depressed for a few days. As soon as he turned on his phone, there was Xie Feng's news, most of which were pictures of scenery and food. Xie Feng had a good life, and it seemed that he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

A few days later, his part-time job was enough for a month, and he got his driver's license. The summer vacation suddenly lost its meaning, and he was bored and wanted to do something.

Finally he decided to go to Beijing to see his future university.

Most of the people in the class had eaten and it was still early, so they went to book the KTV in the afternoon session. They were so excited, a group of demons danced wildly, there were snacks and beer piled up on the table, and the crowd gathered in twos and threes to play Games, drinking, grabbing mics, Xie Feng can't drink, he sings like he doesn't like to make money with them, so he sits by himself and gathers a few people to play games.

Even when he was playing games, he could still remember the first time An Jia was in a hurry when he was playing, and he couldn't even find where to type. .

After playing a few games, his neck was sore and his arms hurt. He really suffered. He touched the cigarettes in his pocket. Thinking of the girls present, he turned around and went out to smoke.

He took out his phone at the right time and looked, and saw a recent update, which belonged to An Jia.

He is good at taking pictures, and the iconic gate of Peking University was captured solemnly and solemnly by him.

Xie Feng took a puff of cigarette, he went to Beijing.

Then I saw An Jia's accompanying word: the direction of the heart.

The author has something to say:

Codewords late at night, the number of words is not good, and the mind is not clear. . . .

Take a bow and apologize.