The mountains and rivers are gentle today

Nine years ago, the T Cup final was held in a sweltering June. City B of that year had long been shrouded in smog. fail.

Lin Xiqing's father went downstairs to drive. Lin Xiqing adjusted her skirt for countless times, and waited quietly behind her door for her father to sound the car horn downstairs. Like a princess at her own ball, head held high, shining proudly on stage.

Someone knocked on the door.

Did dad forget to take the car keys?

Lin Xiqing unlocked the door angrily.

Standing outside the door were two uncles and aunts she didn't know - judging by their faces, it might be more appropriate to call them brothers and sisters.

Lin Xiqing didn't recognize their faces, but she recognized the clothes, which were police uniforms.

The elder sister spoke very gently, saying that she would take Lin Xiqing out to play and leave the house to the adults.

"I don't want it. I'm going to the competition and I want my dad to send me off." Eight-year-old Lin Xiqing raised her head and looked at the policewoman fearlessly, with her neck stuck.

The policewoman also gently persuaded her a few words, but she just looked at the policewoman with her lips pursed and said firmly that she was going to the competition.

Finally, the male police officer picked her up and took her downstairs.

She found that there were many people standing behind the two police brothers and sisters, wearing the same uniform. Her father was surrounded in the middle of the crowd, and the corridors of the small old community were crowded and hard to breathe.

For the first time, she felt fear, whether it was the competition or the endless dance, everything was far away from her.She tightly grabbed the skirt of the police officer who carried him downstairs, trying to grasp some kind of hope like grabbing a straw.

"Oh... don't be afraid, my brother is a policeman at your mother's house, don't be afraid, you will see your mother soon."

"Where's my father? Can't I see him?" Lin Xiqing lowered his head and murmured.

"This..." The policeman's body froze for a moment.

"Brother, can you tell me... I can understand, what's wrong with my dad?" Lin Xiqing asked in a low voice, as if a loud voice would disturb something.

"He... made some things, and it would be very bad for other uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters to eat these things." Officer Wu Zhe tried his best to search for gentle words that the children could accept, "So we have to Ask your father, where did these things go..."

Not long after New Year's Day is the final exam. The No. [-] Middle School has recently put all the students in the school, including the art students who took the evening self-study training, all to the classroom for evening self-study. The results are too ugly.

"Lin Lin, I'm really envious of your chemistry score once." Xu Lan patted Lin Xiqing's warm-up chemistry test paper, "You're a monster with a perfect score!"

"It's inherited in the family, it's purely true." Lin Xiqing shrugged and smiled bitterly, "After all, my father's chemical engineering skills are quite strong."

"Ham, it's good to have inheritance. I don't think there is any inheritance. You can use the right path for this chemical engineering talent." Xu Lan patted Lin Xiqing's shoulder vigorously.

Suddenly, before she could finish her sentence, the lights on the ceiling of the classroom and the multimedia that was lit in front of the classroom all flashed twice—then, she slowly swallowed her breath.

The dark silence was accompanied by low exclamations, rising from all directions, enveloping the campus of No. [-] Middle School.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I just said that there are so many private and random buildings in front of our school that there will definitely be problems one day!"

"Look who broke the wire?"

The teacher ran out from various places and yelled in the corridor to tell the students not to move around or leave until the school arranged.

"If we don't leave, what are we doing here? Practicing Zen?" Xu Lan took out her mobile phone, and the light from the mobile phone's built-in flashlight hit her face from bottom to top, looking eerie.

"You should turn it off soon." Lin Xiqing reached out to block Xu Lan's light, "How about lending me your mobile phone, so I can correct this set of math papers."

"Take the supernatural powers, big sister." Xu Lan quickly put away the phone, "Doing homework under this kind of light, you don't want your eyes?"

Teacher Jiang Zhi walked into the classroom at this time, holding a pile of white things in his hands, which was particularly eye-catching even in such a dark night.

"Students," Jiang Zhi handed the pile to the class monitor, and ordered him to distribute the things, "This is a candle prepared by the school for us. I hope the students will continue to study hard under the light of the candle."

Lin Xiqing was dumbfounded: "This light is worse for the eyes than the light from the mobile phone, isn't it?"

Xu Lan replied in a low voice: "I now suspect that the entire power outage is a conspiracy by the school to solve the arrangement of unsalable candles in the canteen."

Lin Xiqing carefully arranged a place for the candles on the table, and was always on guard against the candles on Xu Lan's table not accidentally turning them upside down, and even burning her books.

Even in a classroom with closed doors and windows, the flame of the candle is jumping and jumping. Maybe it is the wind that turns the pages of the book that disturbed it.The cold print under the candlelight was coated with a layer of soft light at this time, and Lin Xiqing felt as if she had returned to many years ago, to a time when she was not even born.

She suddenly regretted that she was a science student. Since she was in middle school, she never thought that she would learn literature. The nearly five years of science and engineering training made her lose too much sensitivity to hurt spring and sorrow.She thought, maybe she was studying liberal arts, and now she would express more and deeper emotions in front of the candlelight in the classroom.

At ten o'clock, 15 minutes to go, most of the students' evening self-study is coming to an end.Even if their class had to stay in the classroom until after eleven o'clock, their brother Jiang would have gone home to accompany his daughter long ago.

Now there are only a group of idle students left in the classroom, most of them are staring at the candle in a daze, and a few who insist on doing their homework stare too long under the candle that hurts their eyes, so they end up staring at the candle in a daze. .

Suddenly, they heard faint singing.

"Later/I finally learned how to love/It's a pity that some people have disappeared in the crowd"

It is "Later".

Lin Xiqing raised his head and looked out the window, saw the opposite teaching building, and saw the flickering candles in the whole No. [-] Middle School.

The voice of the chorus is getting louder and louder, and the flickering candles seem to have found their way back to one place at this moment.

Under the leadership of Xu Lan, their class joined the chorus without warning.

Lin Xiqing held up the candle amidst the overwhelming singing.

For no reason, she suddenly longed to see Cheng Yanfan.

Right now, she wants to see her so badly.

She walked out of the classroom singing like a tide, her feet were wrapped by the tide, and pushed to the door of Cheng Yanfan's classroom.

The front door of her classroom was left open, and Lin Xiqing held the candle in front of her chest, carefully adjusting the direction of holding the candle to avoid dripping candle oil on her hands.

When she poked her head into the classroom, she found Cheng Yanfan almost at the first sight - she was so conspicuous, it was impossible for Lin Xiqing not to notice her.

And when she looked at Cheng Yanfan, Cheng Yanfan just happened to lift his eyes from the desk and look back at her.

The flickering candles made people unable to see each other's eyes clearly, but they put a damn soft light on all the edges and corners.

At that moment, Lin Xiqing felt that the person who lived under the same roof as her, the person who would leave a lamp for her at night and made her have to leave a lamp for her, was such a gentle person.

Obviously, he is not a person of the same world at all.

Lin Xiqing loosened his hand, and the candle fell to the ground.

After rolling twice on the concrete floor that was not even willing to lay terrazzo, the small candle went out.

It was at this moment that Cheng Yanfan broke through the sea of ​​singing and walked towards her.

"In this similar night/Are you the same..."

Cheng Yanfan picked up the broken candle and stuffed it into Lin Xiqing's hand.

"Let's go." Cheng Yanfan took Lin Xiqing's waist and led her out of the front door of the classroom.

"Do you know what I'm here for?" Lin Xiqing asked back.

Cheng Yanfan shook his head and said, "Do you know?"

Lin Xiqing lowered his head and smiled, but did not speak.

"Let's go." Cheng Yanfan said again, "Go back."

Cheng Yanfan didn't take a candle, she held up her mobile phone, and illuminated a small area in front of Lin Xiqing with the thin white light from the rear camera.

She walked a foot away from Lin Xiqing, illuminating for her the long and narrow staircase leading upstairs to her own classroom.

"Later / I finally understood in tears / Some people / Once you miss it, you won't stop"

The impromptu chorus of the whole school came to an abrupt end under the scolding of the head of the teaching office holding a loudspeaker on the first floor, and as the class bell rang, most of the students dispersed, leaving only Lin Xiqing and his class sitting dryly in front of the candles .

The monitor asked Lin Xiqing symbolically why he left the classroom suddenly, but was prevaricated by saying that people have three urgencies.

Lin Xiqing leaned on the table in the back seat, looking at the candlelight on her table, feeling lost.

She suddenly remembered a literary film she watched last summer. In the last scene, after the summer carnival, the main character looked at the candlelight in winter and remained silent.

But I don't even have a summer carnival?

What is this for?

Lin Xiqing rubbed his sore eyes, opened the biology book, and silently recited the contents of each page in his mind, and checked with the contents of the book from time to time—even the position of the illustrations had to be written down.

This is her way of trying to let go of herself.