Spring Summer Autumn Winter

The penultimate day of school.

Three in the afternoon.

The stack of blank papers on the table is now much shorter, and it is still falling at a faster speed.

Li Yu'an rubbed his brows, and finally pulled out a paper for him, put it aside, and said, "I put it here, I don't need to do the whole paper."

Yang Siyuan looked up while he was busy, and replied: "Oh."

Li Yu'an's task was completed, he let out a sigh of relief, and watched him do his homework in a daze.

When Yang Siyuan wrote his homework, it was no different from hanging up, with a face of "I am invincible in the world", with his head stuck, and his right hand swishing.

Li Yuan tilted his head to look at what he wrote, and slowly raised his eyebrows following his chic movements, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and complained: "Your calligraphy... have you really practiced calligraphy?"

Yang Siyuan was struggling with breaststroke, butterfly and freestyle, swimming in the ocean of knowledge. He was afraid that he would drown here tomorrow, so he would not have time to think about writing, so he replied casually: "Practice! I wrote too fast. Can't care about it."

Seeing his state, Li Yuan didn't dare to disturb him anymore, and said, "I've been writing for a long time, let's take a break after finishing this piece."

"Ah? No, no, I can't finish writing." Yang Siyuan looked up at him.

Li Yu'an was stunned by the stare, but he also lost his temper. He pressed his hand and said every word: "Rest after finishing this paper."

It's the end of summer, and the heat has not completely dissipated. Yang Siyuan, who is in the air-conditioned room, still writes hot and dry.Li Yu'an seemed to have walked through the winter, his bony hands were so cold that Yang Siyuan froze.The vertical lines on his right hand came into Yang Siyuan's eyes silently at this moment, rushing straight from the pitifully small crescent to the edge of the perfectly manicured nails.

Suddenly, like being drenched in an icy night rain, Yang Siyuan's hotness was defeated instantly, and he fled without a trace, but what followed was a numbness crawling from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, like an electric shock.

He stared blankly at Li Yu'an's hand, the ink had soaked into an irregular circle.

After losing his temper, Li Yu'an was a little flustered by this action.

Withdrawing his hand pretending to be unintentional, he lowered his eyebrows and said, "The brain will not be able to bear it if you write for too long."

Pale hands gently rubbed the back of Yang Siyuan's hands, he forced himself to calm down, and let out a hoarse "oh".Then mechanically picked up the pen and continued to write, but couldn't read a single word.

The air was flowing invisibly, but Yang Siyuan only felt suffocated.

Not knowing what he was writing, Yang Siyuan exaggeratedly dropped his pen and shouted: "It's finished! Rest!"

Li Yu'an also wished that the embarrassment just now would end quickly, so he didn't read what Yang Siyuan wrote.

He cleared his throat, resumed his indifferent voice, and said, "Where's your copybook?"

Yang Siyuan was stretching his arms exaggeratedly, when he heard Li Yu'an asking him a question, he didn't even dare to look at him, staring at the ceiling and replied: "Ah. Let me think about it."

"Don't you want to write every day?" Li Yu'an asked in surprise.

After Yang Siyuan stretched, he hummed comfortably, which made Li Yuan frown.

"That's what my mother wanted to read. She didn't have time to read it long ago, so I didn't write much." He said, and then touched his nose unnaturally.

Li Yu'an didn't know how to answer, so he waved his hand again, and said in disgust: "What's the use, I can write when I describe, but I can't when I write by myself. Wait a minute, I will look for it."

After hearing this, Li Yu'an watched him rummaging through the drawer in disbelief, suppressed his emotions and asked, "You...are you describing?"

Whether it's the tone of voice or the matching expression, these words are almost the most distorted state of Li Yu'an in the past ten years.

"Otherwise?" Yang Siyuan turned around when he heard the words, and asked him with a puzzled frown.

"..." Li Yu'an was completely speechless, and smiled helplessly, "No... I wrote it with a black pen, how did you describe it?"

Yang Siyuan fiddled with it for a long time, and finally caught up with the right time to take out some Mongolian stickers, shook them, and said with a smile: "Use this. I bought a copybook and tore it off. Are you smart?"

"..." Li Yu'an held his forehead and laughed angrily.

He rested his hand on his forehead, half-closed his eyes, and his upturned mouth was exposed under his arm.

Yang Siyuan looked at him, the feeling just now came back suddenly, he hurriedly gathered his mind, unfolded the montage paper and put it on the table, pushed it over and said, "You, take a look."

Li Yu'an's smile persisted, and the corners of his eyes were still slightly raised.He took the paper over and flipped through it one by one.

Yang Siyuan couldn't control his eyes, and secretly glanced at him.

"The description is pretty good...but it's useless. I'll teach you how to write." Li Yu'an folded the Mongolian stickers, put them aside, knocked on the table, and asked Yang Siyuan to bring over the one he wrote for him.

Yang Siyuan pushed over in a daze.

Li Yu'an didn't move, and Yang Siyuan didn't know what to do.

After a while, Li Yu'an sighed and said, "Blank paper."

"Oh!" Yang Siyuan suddenly realized, and took a piece of white paper.

Li Yuan took the paper and sat closer to him.

Half of Yang Siyuan's body seemed to be deprived of nerves, neither moving nor still.Li Yu'an's low voice lingered in his ears, he seemed to be able to see his Adam's apple up and down, and the faint smell of washing powder wafting from the black T-shirt, he watched Li Yu'an scribbled on the paper like an idiot Write.

"Your handwriting is too hard. For example, when you write your name, don't connect all the strokes together. You should leave some space like this, otherwise it will look crowded." Li Yuan pointed to Yang Siyuan's name and said .

However, when he finished writing the word "Yang", he didn't hear a single response from the owner of the name.

He was slightly puzzled, and turned to look at him.

The movement stopped two-thirds of the way, and he froze there, not daring to move.

Yang Siyuan seemed to have lost his soul, staring at him blankly, motionless, even if Li Yuan turned his head and approached his space at this time, he still looked like that, as if he didn't perceive it.

At this time, the distance between the two of them was so close that they couldn't take care of both eyes at the same time when they looked at each other, and the tips of their noses could touch each other with just a flick.

The breaths of the two intertwined, and Li Yu'an could feel the hot breath coming.

In an instant, Li Yuan's ears turned red.He wanted to move, but his body didn't listen to him.

The air seemed to freeze, and time stopped.He didn't even dare to swallow.

"I..." After a while, Yang Siyuan said.

A sound awakened the sleeping space, and Li Yuan suddenly turned his head as if regaining consciousness, and exhaled as if nothing had happened.

"I see." Yang Siyuan said, "You...you can continue writing."

He watched Li Yu'an prick his head, write the word "Siyuan" extremely hard and slowly, and beautifully finished the word "Xin" to outline the winding scenery.

His sight shifted from the black words to the pale hand, climbed up along the hand, and finally lingered on his cheek.

After staring at it for a long time, Yang Siyuan scolded himself and shook his head.

This half day was surprisingly difficult, and it finally ended after an hour, and both of them secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"I'll see you off." Yang Siyuan pretended to be innocent and said as usual.

"I don't need to go to the store today." Li Yu'an put on his hat and said with a sigh.

"Going home? That's just right. I will have dinner with Dafan and the others in the evening. It's the one last time. I'll drop by." Yang Siyuan scratched his head and said.

Li Yu'an didn't say any more and nodded.

In the dim corridor, Yang Siyuan tried to use more words to eliminate today's embarrassment: "It seems that you haven't been to the store for a few days, why, are you afraid of Chen Miao?"

Li Yu'an almost slipped his foot, and said sullenly, "She hasn't been here for several days."

Yang Siyuan waved his hand and said, "She must also make up her homework. Hey, it means that there are few people in the store these two days? Don't you need to go there?"

The question was thrown at the corner of the stairs, and after the two of them went down the first floor, they waited for Li Yu'an's answer: "The waiter is hired, I don't need me anymore."

His tone was the same, as if he was describing a common event that happened repeatedly.

When Yang Siyuan heard the words "I don't need me anymore", he suddenly slowed down and let out an "oh".

It rained last night, and the road downstairs to the garage was uneven. Yang Siyuan walked forward in shallow puddles, while Li Yu'an looked down at the puddles to avoid them.

Yang Siyuan was carrying Li Yu'an, and the two of them were speechless all the way.

When he reached the intersection, Yang Siyuan braked and said, "We're here."

"I won't use it tomorrow." Li Yu'an got out of the car and asked.

"Ah..." Yang Siyuan scratched his head.

Tomorrow he has to clean up the messy things for the start of school, so there is really no need for Li Yuan to come over again.

"Well, then you have a good rest tomorrow." Yang Siyuan said, and then said as if thinking of something: "Hey, you are going to start school soon. I haven't asked you about the university for so long. You have to prepare."

Li Yu'an was stunned for a second when he heard the words, but didn't respond, he adjusted his hat, turned around and walked away quickly, leaving behind a puzzled Yang Siyuan.

At the dinner table, a group of people did not see Qin Ziliang.

Someone asked, "Hey, where's Lao Qin? Why don't you come over?"

Yang Siyuan bit the potato and turned slightly to look at Fan Li.

Fan Li was concentrating on peeling the shrimp and didn't answer.

"He also has to pack his school stuff. After all, he has traveled across half of China, so he must bring a lot." Yang Siyuan responded while chewing.

It was said that it was a farewell meal for prospective college students, but there were only three or four graduates present, and the people at the table were laughing and talking about embarrassing things about each other's school days.

Amidst the laughter, Fan Li silently ate his meal bite by bite, and occasionally said a few words, but he didn't talk like before.

In the end, she drank a bottle of wine by herself, and no matter how much others teased her, she just smiled and said that her mother was at home today, and she couldn't go home with alcohol.

As night fell and the night was clear and starry, Fan Li walked ahead with her hands in her pockets.

"I'll see you off." Yang Siyuan said from behind.

Home is the opposite direction. Yang Siyuan rarely sent Fan Li home before, and it was basically Lao Qin.

Fan Li said yes, which was her agreement.

Ever since he was a child, Yang Siyuan was most afraid of this kind of Fan Li—without saying a word, with a deadpan face.

A woman's heart is like a needle under the sea, but Fan Li, a woman who doesn't look like a woman, has her heart [-] miles under the sea.

He glanced at Fan Li, her short hair was blown by the wind, covering her eyes.

"Is Lao Qin doing well these days?" Fan Li asked suddenly.

Afraid of what to come, Yang Siyuan didn't dare to be perfunctory, nodded: "I look good. He went on a trip before and had a good time. He should be packing his things these days."

Fan Li said "oh", stretched out her hand to count the stars in the sky, and said slowly: "Look, it's not far."

The sky in 2008 was still clear, unlike today, where the cool breeze, stars and moon are gifts on summer nights.

He didn't understand what Fan Li was thinking, so he looked up and said, "It's far away."

"It will get farther and farther away." Fan Li's hand slowly dropped.

Her voice was very soft, more like she was talking to herself, Yang Siyuan looked at her after hearing that.

"Da Yang, I'm telling you something, don't tell others." Fan Li said without looking at him.

Yang Siyuan nodded.

Fan Li lowered her head, brushed her hair, and said casually: "When I was young, I was in the first and second grades of junior high school. I...well, I liked Qin Ziliang."

Yang Siyuan was stunned immediately.

Fan Li?like?Qin Ziliang?

Fan Li likes men?Or Lao Qin?

etc?Aren't these two happy with each other?

Etc., etc? ?as a child?Then now...?

A bunch of question marks hung danglingly on Yang Siyuan's head.

Fan Li seemed to have guessed his reaction, smiled wryly, and said, "It's an accident."

"No no no no... I never doubted that you like men!" Yang Siyuan almost bit his tongue.

Fan Li gave him a disgusted look.

"Then what... I didn't quite react..." Under Fan Li's strong aura, Yang Siyuan hurriedly explained.

Fan Li didn't pay any attention to this, and the shadow under the street lamp gradually became shorter as the two walked forward, and she stepped forward step by step.

Walking directly under the street lamp, the shadow hid under her feet, and she kicked a stone and said, "It means, I liked him before, but now I don't like him."

Yang Siyuan's mind cleared up a bit, and he remembered that Qin Ziliang liked another girl in junior high school, so he asked, "It was... when he chased after your class monitor in the third grade of junior high school?"

The stone rolled a few times and shrank in a dark corner.

Fan Li nodded and said softly, "Yes. That's when."

There are not so many choices in the big fart county. The three of them went to the same junior high school. It's just that Lao Qin was only familiar with Yang Siyuan at the time. Later, Fan Li moved to his house after graduation, and the two became acquainted.

Yang Siyuan still remembers that when he was in junior high school, Fan Li was in the class next to him, and the class monitor was a very beautiful and good girl, fair and clean, with a smile on her first love face that could melt the hearts of boys in the whole grade.

At that time, many boys chased her, and the one who chased her the most was Qin Ziliang.

It can be said that he used all the tricks he could think of to chase a girl on that girl.

He remembered that when Qin Ziliang said that he fell in love with Fan Li, he asked Qin Ziliang, and said that the way he liked that girl so much back then was not very clear.

Qin Ziliang frowned at that time, and after thinking for a long time, he moaned and said, "I don't know why... I just... now I panic when I see Xiao Fan, and I have nothing to do."

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes to look at Fan Li, and asked tentatively, "Then... why didn't you like it later?"

One after another, Fan Li still stepped on the shadow, bowed her head and said, "I don't know. He didn't notice me for two and a half years. Maybe it's because he's tired, or it could be...haha, the monitor is much better than me." too much."

Her usual aura was gone, and she ran in all directions as if fleeing famine, revealing Fan Li's lonely figure.

Yang Siyuan had never been in love before, so he didn't know how to answer, so he asked straightforwardly: "Then can I still like you? He likes you now too."

A gust of cool wind blew by, and Fan Li's hair moved.

She didn't respond, or perhaps responded with silence.

The two of them walked like this, passing by one street lamp after another that was bright or dark.

"Da Yang." Fan Li stopped suddenly, and reached out to catch a moth. The moth fluttered, escaped from between the fingers, and flew to the place where the light gathered.

She looked up at the lamp surrounded by a few moths, not afraid of the glare of the light, and said slowly: "If you like someone one day, you must tell him immediately. Don't miss it."

The night was getting darker, and the warm yellow light hit Fan Li's face, revealing a very lost tenderness.

Yang Siyuan walked with her all night, chewing on these words, his heart was empty for no reason, and he didn't have any words to answer.