Time is not alluring

"Hey, you two are still not leaving, the flag-raising ceremony is about to take place." The duty shift yelled outside.

Qu Xiaoxiao and I walked at the back of the crowd. When we stood in line, I crossed the black crowd, looked at the class in front, and looked at the rostrum.

The front has turned into a freshman in a dark green school uniform, Shen Shen on the rostrum has turned into a weekend, and Jiang Xin, the flag-raiser, has turned into Xiao Huan.

Everyone's position changes, time goes by, and we grow up.

I suddenly thought of myself last year, always taking the opportunity of raising the flag to look for Jiang Chuanfeng's figure in the vast crowd, and then blatantly looked at him.

But now I haven't thought of his name for a long, long time. Time has a kind of power, which can dilute the illusory people in your life, but the people who really stay by your side always make you miss more and more.

Liu Xu put her hand on my shoulder from behind and asked me what I was looking at. I retracted my conscience and said it was nothing. I inadvertently saw her clear eyes and turned my head away hastily.

Missed her fleeting injury.

Today's me repeats yesterday's me, and the person next to me is replaced by Qu Xiaoxiao. She puts her hands on my shoulders, leans her head over, and asks in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

I answered subconsciously, even I didn't know when I developed the habit of covering up, so that after I finished speaking, I was a little distracted, and I always felt a little familiar.

I turned my head to the side, looked hard from class [-] to the class in front, and searched hard for Liu Xu.

The backs of the big guys are all the same, wearing sky-blue school uniforms, their hair pulled up into ponytails, their backs straight and curved, and the breeze blowing through their hair, they have become very mischievous just now.

I retracted my gaze just now. It is very strenuous and difficult to find someone I am familiar with from a large group of people who wear the same clothes, so I give up.

Another year's school anniversary is approaching, even though I really want to, I haven't looked for Liu Xu, and I can't explain why, maybe there is a lack of an opportunity.

I haven't been to the first class, and Xiao Huan didn't come to accuse me. Anyway, she has already forgiven me generously, so it doesn't matter.

And none of them... came to see me.

Life is no different from usual, except that the content of math textbooks has become more and more complicated and difficult to understand. I have already spent a lot of thought to get her alone, and I have no extra energy to organize a school celebration performance.

Qu Xiaoxiao wanted to put old wine in a new bottle, and re-performed last year's mermaid drama, so she came to ask my opinion, and I said it was very good and innovative.

"Can you give me some guidance?"

I had no choice but to dig out the things that had just entered Jiangnan from the bottom of the press box. I flushed a key into the toilet at the beginning, and a backup one was hidden on the top of the cabinet.

I am a person who tends to be forgetful, and I like to prepare with two hands when doing things. The two hands I do are just passing by. If it is too complicated, I will not be able to do this preparation.

The lock of the wooden box was rusted because it hadn’t been oiled for a long time and stayed in the corner. I flipped it with my fingers, hoping that it would look as cool as in the movie, and it fell off with a click.

But I still need to do it myself, clumsily remove the key, twist it, and open it.

I thought that the books and notebooks that I took good care of would be covered with a layer of dust. I carefully dusted off the dust, and the floating dust confused my eyes.

I stretched out my hand and rubbed it. My eyes should be very red. I looked towards the window. I wished that someone would see my red eyes and act as if I couldn’t see them. She would secretly show me my back and tell me that she had been here before.

Later I ran to ask her, she flicked the pen very handsomely, and said in a muffled voice, why are you crying, isn't it me?

The past is vivid in my mind, the memories are tumbling, and the thoughts are undercurrents, which woke me up.

It turned out that Liu Xu made a promise to me a long time ago, and later fulfilled it one by one. I stretched out my hand and pushed her further and further away.

I rubbed my eyes for a long time, and found that the more I rubbed, the more comfortable it became. I was addicted to eating Xuanmai, and I couldn't stop. After a long time, I found that I wanted to cry, but I didn't.

Growing up is the process of gritting your teeth. She used to make you cry when you wanted to, but now makes you cry when you want to cry, but finally makes you cry when you want to cry.

It's just a change between a few verbs, but it's been difficult all the way.

I reached out to dig through the things in the wooden box. In addition to my writing, there were also Liu Xu’s writing in the notebook. Back then, my dream was to be an editor and to act out the stories I wrote for many people. At that time, Liu Xu immediately said, Then I want to be an actor.

"So I can be the hero of your story."

I still remember how sincere the look on her face was when she said this, the world is so dense that only I am left in her eyes.

No way, to the back, my first story on the stage, she and I are just inconspicuous background boards.

I spread out the notebook full of stories on the ground, flipped through them one by one, and found that the writing style of my former self was really immature, the story structure was very scattered, and even the character design was often OOC.

That's okay, I'm never going to write a story again in my life anyway.I thought a little sadly.

I found a story script with a relatively novel concept and content that met the requirements of the school celebration, and gave it to Qu Xiaoxiao. If she is not satisfied, then that's really it.

Because it is impossible for me to go through the box full of memories and toss my memories back and forth. This process is like running a marathon. I don't have the energy to run anymore.

I'm drowning in memories, I've exhausted all my thoughts, and now I'm on shore.

Qu Xiaoxiao was very satisfied, she started to write, based on the original story, and made extensive revisions, and when I went to school the next day, I saw her listless, so I couldn't help but ask, "Why did you go last night? "

"Change the script."

"How much?"

Qu Xiaoxiao didn't answer, she used the action of sleeping soundly for a class to tell me that she slept very tired last night.

Qu Xiaoxiao is indeed very tired. There are a lot of things going on recently. It is the second year of high school, and everyone is very nervous about their studies. The school celebration cannot be easily thrown away like the third year of high school, nor can they have enough time to prepare like the first year of high school.

So now she is busy until late at night every day, and she has to get up early to go to An An's house to accompany her to school.

say to accompany...

She was taken aback by her own thoughts, as if she had forgotten her original intention and gave it willingly.

Up to now, he complained a little bit about the other party, and was a little puzzled.

Qu Xiaoxiao gathered herself together, carefully watched the rehearsal on the stage, discussed the details with the students, and reported to the student union after everything was finalized.

After receiving Qu Xiaoxiao's program list, I changed Class [-]'s Pending to Scheduled, scrolled down the program, and found the program of Class [-], Grade [-], but I haven't reported it yet.

The mouse just stopped there, and I looked at the words on it in a daze, remembering that I was in a toilet, and accidentally touched the mug beside me, and the lid was about to fall off.

I was in a hurry, and for a moment I forgot that the mug contained freshly boiled water. The lid caught it, but the hot water splashed out of it, scalding the back of my hand.

At this time, Xiao Huan came over suddenly and handed me the program list. I didn't care about the pain, so I quickly took it.

My heart became a little nervous, and I was suddenly afraid of seeing Liu Xu's name on a piece of paper.

Three seconds later, I was not afraid, because there was no Liu Xu's name in the playlist.

I turned my head to look at Xiao Huan, and she only left me a back view.

From that day on, the relationship between Xiao Huan and I fell into a stalemate, and we couldn't slow it down. Although we were in the student union, although we looked up and looked down, we didn't have much to say.

Many things about Xiao Huan, I know through Liu Feifei, sometimes, I am often confused, do I really live in the student union?

After finishing work, I locked the door of the broadcasting studio, and as soon as I went downstairs, I saw Qu Xiaoxiao sitting in the flower bed waiting for me.

After the rehearsal, they were going to have dinner, Qu Xiaoxiao declined, Zhu Beibei teased, "Are you looking for An An again?"

Her tone was very calm, without the sarcasm and targeting in the past, and her impression of An An changed because of this script.

Zhu Beibei also likes to write stories. She knows that it is not easy to write a story with a concise but full content.

In addition to not being easy, of course there are other factors, talent.

So, when she saw the script, she was a little surprised, and asked Qu Xiaoxiao casually, who wrote it?

Ann.Qu Xiaoxiao took it for granted.

If...you can discuss it with An An, the skill of writing stories...is still possible.

As for the previous noise, let's put it aside.Zhu Beibei thought.

So...it would be great if An An came to eat, Zhu Beibei said again, "Why don't you ask her to come to eat with you?"

"What? Eat?" I looked up at the sky, the winter in the south was getting dark very quickly, and the lights began to come on at six o'clock.

Refused.

"Don't go."

"If you don't go, don't go."

After Qu Xiaoxiao said this sentence, I looked at her in surprise, and realized that the author had set up an OOC for this sentence. According to Qu Xiaoxiao's personality, she should have dragged me along without asking why.

He said viciously, "Please give me a reason why you can't go."

As a result, her next sentence made me deny the author's idea of ​​setting up OOC, "I don't want to go anyway."

"Oh."

"Your hand?" Qu Xiaoxiao looked down at my hand carefully, "What's wrong?"

"Oh... this..." When the hot water was splashed just now, she didn't feel any pain, but now that she said that, she started to feel mean again, feeling a little miserable.

"Just fiddled with it." I withdrew my hand and said, "It's okay."

"It's all red." Qu Xiaoxiao looked around and said, "There is a pharmacy in front, go buy some medicine."

I said no, Qu Xiaoxiao dragged me forward arbitrarily, I denied the author's idea of ​​setting an OOC, but Qu Xiaoxiao has never changed.

It’s just that God often repeats the scene sometimes, which makes me feel that life is very dramatic. Xiao Huan, who left early, saw her the moment I pushed open the door of the pharmacy.

I met her like I met Liu Xu last time. I didn't know whether to say hello, but I chose to be silent, turned sideways, and made way for her to walk by.

The moment I passed by, I heard the four words Xiao Huan squeezed out from between his teeth.

"The gangsters."

Zhu Beibei's classic lines.