Spring Summer Autumn Winter

During the review week, the results of the Qiushi Cup project selection came out, and the name of the team leader Xu Linshuang was not on the list.

Xu Linshuang immediately informed everyone in the QQ group, and wrote a long thank you letter, with some self-blame between the lines, and took the responsibility for the failure of the subject on his head.

The team members joked with each other, saying that it was enough to learn a lot during the process. As for whether they could be selected, there were too many factors involved, and they would not blame themselves too much.

Like them, Yang Siyuan was also laughing in the group, as if he didn't care about it at all.But when he puts down his phone, he can no longer deceive himself like this.

When the project proposal was handed over to the instructor, only the part he was in charge of was pointed out by the teacher and revised many times before it was finally passed.Not to mention that the teacher felt that there was a problem, even he himself didn't know what he was writing when he wrote it.He spent a lot of time in the library and electronic classrooms every day, searching for various relevant materials, and spent a lot of thought on the part he was responsible for. Although the instructor finally said that it was enough, and said that the subject was well done and should be approved as a project, but Yang Siyuan I still don't feel good enough.

His heart was hanging in the air until the result came out, and that heart finally fell into the ice cave completely.

He couldn't lie to himself, he believed that the reason for the failure of the project was his own.

Xu Linshuang lives as usual every day, doesn't seem to be disappointed, and seems to have ignored this matter, and still chats with Yang Siyuan as before.Yang Siyuan responded with his mouth, but his mind was not here.When facing Xu Linshuang, he always felt guilty, and the chats were not going well.

Because of this incident, his review was affected that week, and some basic professional courses were indeed difficult for him, so he was actually very dissatisfied with the results of the final exam.

Of course, this is just what he thinks.The average score is more than 90, and the whole dormitory will kneel to him.

But so what?He has learned that grades are not enough in college.But if he is asked to do other things, he will not be interested at all. If he is not interested, he will not take the initiative to study, if he does not take the initiative, there will be no results, and if there is no result, he will feel flustered.Going around like this made him fall into a strange circle of confusion.

A few days after the start of the winter vacation, all the grades came out. After Chen Limei found out, she was so happy that she took Yang Siyuan out for a day of shopping.

Yang Siyuan was in a bad mood, and he faked smiles all the way, Chen Limei could tell at a glance that what a controlling person like her hates most is being perfunctory and ignored, so she lost her temper without saying a word.

"It's hard to be able to go out for a walk in the street when I'm free, and make a face every day. I'm so busy that I take you out, you're such a young master, aren't you satisfied?" She didn't care about the occasion when she was upset. , Anyway, just want to scold it.Not only do you have to scold him, but you also have to push him while scolding.

Yang Siyuan was pushed aside by him, staggered, and bumped into the glass window of a storefront.

In winter, the blood is blocked, and the pain is more obvious. Yang Siyuan hissed, turned his head after steadying his body, but saw that the store was actually the one where he bought clothes for Li Yuan last year.

Chen Limei obviously noticed it too, how could she let go of this opportunity, and immediately raised her voice and yelled: "What are you looking at, you still want to go in and buy it, and buy it for others, right? They don't pay attention to you, you are still rushing , with your father..."

When she mentioned Yang Jianxin, Yang Siyuan immediately came back to his senses, gave her a cold look, and forced his mouth shut.

"Don't compare me to my dad." He said, then turned and walked home.

Chen Limei had never been contradicted by him before, she was stunned for a long time before she gritted her teeth and went back, holding her breath to go back and yell.

However, when Yang Siyuan got home, he locked himself in the room, and let her slam the door, shouting that almost lifted the roof, and he just lay on the bed and listened to the song.

"Thousands of Miles Away" was playing on the MP3, Chen Limei's voice couldn't be suppressed, but Yang Siyuan had already calmed down.

To say it is calm, it would be better to say it is dead silence.

He discovered when his roommates frequently called home that he didn't miss home at all.In the past few months, he and Chen Limei almost never talked on the phone, let alone chatted.

At that time, he suddenly felt that his family was really not happy.

After he came home, Chen Limei first asked about his grades, then how he was getting along with his roommates, and then they quarreled.

What are the reasons for the quarrel?

Amid the yelling and singing, Yang Siyuan turned over, lay flat, closed his eyes and thought about it.

Hmm...he missed one while washing the dishes, he didn't hear her calling him to eat, she thought he was listless and didn't talk much, and he dropped a chopstick while eating...

A lot, and also very inexplicable.

Forget it, it was just an excuse for her to vent her emotions anyway.

Why is she venting her emotions?

The voice outside the door weakened and then disappeared. It must be that she was finally tired.

The sound of the music gradually became clear, and the gentle and melodious singing tried to warm Yang Siyuan's cold heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, then took the phone, and clicked on the text message Fan Li sent him a few days ago again.

"I didn't want to say it at first, but after thinking about it, you may need to know about it. Your mother must have lost her temper recently. After I tell you, you at least know why she is like this, and you will know it sooner or later." The slightly lengthy preface is really not like Fan Li's style. Yang Siyuan has read this text message many times, and already knows that these are not the main points, and the latter sentence is the main topic——

"Your father and my mother have obtained the certificate."

The single track of the song was repeated several times, and the sound waves kept hitting his eardrums. The inferior earphones supported the pinna for a long time, which made his ears feel a tingling pain.

He pulled off the earphones, and the surroundings immediately became quiet.

But it was strange that at such a quiet moment, he still couldn't hear his own heartbeat.

……

During the vacation, he signed up for a driving school, and the cold wind blows in the training ground every day, and his hair is flying with the wind. When Yu Fei met him in the driving range, he almost didn't recognize him.

"It's you." Yu Fei stared at it for a while before he dared to confirm.

Yang Siyuan was also a little surprised, and asked, "Are you here to practice driving too? I thought you took the test after graduation."

Yu Fei laughed, bowed his head and lit a cigarette, Yang Siyuan was a little surprised by his proficiency.

"Graduation. There is no free exam, and the family is in a mess." Yu Fei took a deep breath and said.

Yang Siyuan turned his head to avoid the smoke: "Sorry, I made you think of something bad."

Yu Fei sneered: "No, life and death are normal. Hey, you go to school in Wuhan, right?"

Yang Siyuan nodded, and then asked, "What about you?"

"Beijing." Yu Fei took a few more puffs and then extinguished it.

Yang Siyuan said "Oh" and did not continue to ask.

The relationship between the two of them is a bit delicate, no matter how you talk, it's a bit like an awkward chat. If you really want them to talk about something, then you can't get away from that sensitive topic.

"Have you seen it in No. [-] Middle School?" Yu Fei asked.

"I saw the teacher once, and I wanted to meet the repeat students, but I couldn't because they were too busy in class." Yang Siyuan said.When talking about "repeating students", he glanced at Yu Fei.

Yu Fei opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and lit another cigarette.

Yang Siyuan frowned: "You're a bit of a smoker."

"I smoke too much, I'm used to it." Yu Fei said.

In the end, Yang Siyuan couldn't hold back, and said softly: "Qi Ming is still repeating his studies in No. [-] Middle School, and he is doing well now."

"Oh." Yu Fei stopped holding the cigarette, and it took a few seconds before he passed it to his mouth. "Did I ask him?"

"You didn't ask, but you want to know." Yang Siyuan said.

"Hey!" Yu Fei wanted to say something else, but it happened that the coach yelled at Yang Siyuan and asked Yang Siyuan to go to practice driving, which abruptly interrupted his train of thought, leaving only this word.

"Huh?" Yang Siyuan was walking forward, when he heard him calling, he turned his head.

Yu Fei had already forgotten what he wanted to say, so he said casually, "Where's that Li An of yours?"

Yang Siyuan faltered and stopped in place.

The winter sun shines on the ground, and the cold wind blows over Yang Siyuan's temples.The training ground is noisy, full of cursing and complaining one after another, accompanied by the harsh sound of plastic tires rubbing against the concrete floor when braking, it seems to be mixed into a pair of hands, pinching people's peripheral nerves, making them lose their last trace of patience .

Yang Siyuan stood amidst the commotion around him, and it seemed after a long time before he said, "His name is Li Yu'an."

His voice was only enough for her to hear, Yu Fei only saw his lips moving, but didn't know what he said.

But he didn't care, he turned and walked forward after speaking, leaving no other words.

……

There was a new ice cream shop opposite the bookstore, and there was a long queue every day, so he must have made a lot of money. When Li Yu'an was free, he would look across the way, and it made him want to go to work part-time.

"Brother Li, I'm going to buy ice cream, what flavor do you like?" Cen Huan saw that the business on the other side was so good, he proposed to buy some ice cream and come back to try it.

Li Yuan didn't eat ice cream very much, so he didn't know what flavors were available, so after thinking about it, he said, "Just the original flavor."

Cen Huan responded, and ran out briskly, and came back with several small bags in a short while.

"Brother Li, yours."

"Thank you."

Not many people in the bookstore came to read books that day, and the staff members were quite free, so they gathered together to eat and chat.

"Hey, his shop still sells ice cream in the winter, and there are quite a lot of people. But it doesn't mean that so many people burn buns all winter?" Someone asked Li Yu'an's heartfelt feelings.

Cen Huan curled his lips and said, "A lot of people eat ice cream in winter, too, and their store seems to sell milk tea. Milk tea must be drunk all year round."

milk tea?Li Yu'an glanced at the opposite side again, but there were too many people, and he couldn't see what was written on the sign.

After get off work, the ice cream shop was still open, Li Yu'an struggled for a while, and finally walked over.

"Hello, what do you need?" The clerk's smile was much more sincere than his previous self.

"Uh, I want a cup of milk tea." Li Yuan said.

The clerk pointed to the menu for him: "The milk tea is here, let's see what flavor you like."

The menu was gaudy and the layout was messy, Li Yuan was dizzy from seeing it.

In a circle surrounded by many small flowers, he saw a touch of pink, with three words "Sakura Smell" written on it.

He fixed his eyes on the small cup and asked, "This...does it have cherry blossom flavor?"

The clerk nodded and quickly recommended: "Yes, it's a new product, do you want to try it?"

Li Yu'an was silent for a while, and said, "Then I want a cup of cherry blossom flavor."

The voice of this machine is so familiar to Li Yuan, he knows what step she is taking, but now his identity is a customer, and someone else is playing with the machine, it reminds him of the time in the milk tea shop that feels like a lifetime away .

A few minutes later, the milk tea was ready, and Li Yu'an thanked him and left with a plastic cup in his hand.

It was a cold winter night, and the temperature of the milk tea passed through the wall of the cup to his palms, slowly warming his hands.

He took a sip lightly, and a burst of sweetness slid into his mouth, not greasy, it was just the right amount of sweetness.

"Gudu", the sweet tea made from cherry blossoms swam into his stomach, warming that empty place.

"It's delicious." He said to himself. "Sure enough, it's only delicious when made by professionals."

He recalled the sakura flavor he made, and compared it with this one, it would be instantly killed.

At that time, Yang Siyuan still liked to drink it, probably because other shops didn’t have this taste at that time. If he tastes this now, he doesn’t know what expression he will have.

This milk tea is so delicious, he must be very happy, but he will definitely try his best to suppress his happy emotions, and then pretend that it is not delicious, saying "I don't think it tastes as good as yours".

Yes, he would definitely say that.

but……

Li Yu'an slowly gripped the cup tightly, and then threw it into the trash can beside him.

But... If Yang Siyuan had said that, he would not have heard it.

No, Yang Siyuan couldn't have said that.

Li Yu'an suddenly thought that many things seemed to be the same as this cup of milk tea.Yang Siyuan will meet better milk tea, and at the same time, he will also meet better people, find better friends, discover better scenery, and have a better life.And the "warm" time that I had brought to him was suddenly bleak in comparison.Of course, along with the dimming of that period of time, there is also myself who stubbornly guards that period of memory.

It's also very good, Yang Siyuan can forget him, it's not a bad thing for Yang Siyuan.

Then when will I forget Yang Siyuan?

Repeatedly making up my mind and being slapped in the face by myself, when will I forget?

……

When I got home, the heating in the house was insufficient, and it was still as cold.

I don't know if it was because the cup of milk tea aroused him, or the cold made him instinctively think of warm days. When he was writing the manuscript, he suddenly remembered that hot night.

The air is hot, the breath is hot, and the skin is hot.

Li Yu'an's palms were sweating, and he rubbed it on the paper, blurring a few words.

He was restless, so he ran to the electric fan and closed his eyes to blow it. After blowing for a long time, his face became stiff before he calmed down. However, the scene and pain of that night are still in his mind, and he will probably never forget it in this life. .

If he didn't go back that day, maybe he would have let go of Yang Siyuan by now.

If you don't go back... wait, why did he go back?

Li Yu'an was taken aback for a moment, as if he had ignored this question all this time.

That day...it seems to be to get the parts of the electric fan...no, not only the parts, but also...

that painting.

When he left the next day, he forgot to bring the painting back!

That painting was placed on the table by him... Did Yang Siyuan see it?

Almost the moment he realized this problem, there was a loud bang in Li Yu'an's head, his heart speeded up suddenly, and then the pores all over his body opened suddenly, and cold sweat burst out in a flash, the coolness spread from his fingertips until it climbed onto his scalp.

If he sees... then will he guess that he likes him?

No, no, no, there's nothing else in that painting, it doesn't represent anything.

But why didn't I give him the painting?Why hide?

Yang Siyuan only needs to think about it a little bit...

Li Yu'an's hands were trembling, and he could hardly restrain his panic. Fortunately, he had already put away the knife, otherwise he didn't know what he would do now.

This is terrible, whether Yang Siyuan likes him is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he can't let Yang Siyuan know his feelings.

He couldn't make Yang Siyuan aware of his dirty love.

Throughout the night, he didn't sleep well, counting the seconds in a daze, waiting for the morning to come.

In the morning, he asked the shopkeeper for leave almost without hesitation, and then took the earliest bus to the county seat.

The bus was wobbly, and it stopped for a while, and the people on and off were yawning, and Li Yu'an just felt irritable.

Why is this road so long, especially today, it seems to be twice as long.

After arriving at the station, he jumped out of the car, but he couldn't stand firmly and sprained his foot.

"Hiss..." He supported the stop sign, twisted his ankle lightly, felt that it was nothing serious, and ran straight away.

It's nothing serious, but the pain is there.

As if he couldn't feel it, he ran towards the alley.

When he got home, he sweated a little, and the white gas from his breath fogged up his glasses. He took off his glasses and threw them on the TV cabinet.

No one came to the room for a long time, and the furniture had already accumulated a layer of dust. He went straight to the table, expecting the painting to lie there intact.

But not on the table.

Li Yu'an's heart immediately cooled down.

"Maybe I put it somewhere else and forgot..." He murmured to himself, then rummaged through the desk in a panic.

Just when he was about to finish flipping through the book and was about to collapse, he finally found the crumpled piece of paper in the corner of the bookcase.

How come here?

He tried his best to restrain his emotions, then slowly stretched out his hand and took out the painting.

The painting was slowly flattened, and the splicing of those fragments became clear to him.

And in the blank space covered by debris, there are two small figures drawn with pencils, cuddling tightly by the lake.If you look closely, the little man with slightly longer hair on the left seems to be still holding the hand of the little man on the right.

It is too obvious whose hand this came from.

And the information conveyed by the screen is too obvious.

Li Yu'an just looked at the two pencil figures for a long time, until he was a little tired from standing.

He carefully folded the painting, held it in his chest, and then slowly squatted down, but he seemed to have no emotion, his eyes were empty.