[Yesterday's blue sky slaughtered] Today's blue sky

01.

On that summer day, on the train going far away, Tu Xiaoyi suddenly realized, and from then on, a second love sprouted in his heart.

02.

People always like to recall the past, and want to go back to the past. There are always things that are regrettable, and some things are never let go.

Tu Xiaoyi has drawn a lot of comics, and he also likes to think wildly. He always wonders what he would choose if he went back to the past.

His current life seems to be complete, the new comics are selling well, his dream of being a cartoonist has come true, freelance work does not have so many workplace troubles, it is obviously a comfortable and worry-free life, but Tu Xiaoyi feels that something is missing .

"When you become a cartoonist, just draw a story about us."

Qi Jingxuan's words have been remembered by him for 18 years, and they have also become a resource for him to draw comfort when he is frustrated in the past 18 years.

Tu Xiaoyi lowered his head, a burst of unbearable sadness hit him, he couldn't help scratching the hand on the drawing paper, and the handsome face on it suddenly distorted.

"what!"

Tu Xiaoyi let out an exclamation, and frantically smoothed the drawing paper, and with sore eyes, took a pen to fill up the smudged areas of the paint.

The setting sun was long, and Qi Jingxuan was avoiding the encirclement of two people on the school's basketball court, his eyes were staring at the front seriously, and he raised his hand to pass the ball forward.

Tu Xiaoyi pretentiously wiped away his tears, and wanted to write a pretentious sentence in the lower right corner of the drawing paper, but the tears in his eyes seemed to fall uncontrollably, blurring his vision, and it was too late to wipe it off.

03.

"Catch the ball!"

A familiar voice came from the front, and Tu Xiaoyi raised his head suddenly. The setting sun in the distance elongated the light, making him unable to see the people in front of him clearly for a moment. He only saw a round ball in the air hitting his forehead.

Tu Xiaoyi sat down on the ground, the basketball bounced a few times on the ground, and rolled to a person's feet.

Tu Xiaoyi thought, it's really a pity not to shoot three-pointers with this accuracy rate.

"Are you in a daze?"

Another impatient voice came from the top of his head. Tu Xiaoyi felt that his heart was sore and he was about to cry again. He stood up with one hand on his hands, and faced the boy opposite him. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a while.

haven't seen you for a long time?How are you?I miss you?

If I said it, I was afraid that I would be regarded as a neuropathy, and I would be beaten violently.

Tu Xiaoyi obviously already has a heart that is nearly forty years old, and it is still beating non-stop at this moment, he tried his best to squeeze out a natural smile: "I'm fine."

Qi Jingxuan glanced at Tu Xiaoyi, bent down to pick up the basketball, raised his hand to put the ball on Tu Xiaoyi's head, and said in a calm tone, "Can I play?"

"Ah!" Tu Xiaoyi subconsciously reached out to grab the ball, but accidentally caught Qi Jingxuan's hand, her heart jumped heavily, and her hands bounced away as if being licked by a tongue of fire.

"Are you really okay?" Qi Jingxuan looked at Tu Xiaoyi suspiciously. Tu Xiaoyi took off her schoolbag and threw it aside gracefully. She rolled up her sleeves and looked imposing: "Come on!"

Qi Jingxuan squinted his eyes and took a look at Tu Xiaoyi, then threw the ball to Tu Xiaoyi, and when he turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Let's try throwing one first."

The other two people standing aside were unhappy, and began to complain: "Qi Jingxuan, you are making a blatant handicap!"

Qi Jingxuan glanced at them lightly, raised his hand and said, "Any comments? Be careful, I'll beat you up."

Come on, the two of them held back, Qi Jingxuan was tall and big, and they might not be able to play doubles.

Yao Zhetian, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, cheered for Tu Xiaoyi. Tu Xiaoyi was just about to throw the ball, but he had mixed feelings for a while, holding the ball halfway in the air with both hands and holding the ball for a long time.

Qi Jingxuan stood five steps away from Tu Xiaoyi, and was dazed again when he saw Tu Xiaoyi. He glanced at Yao Zhetian outside the basketball court, and then at Tu Xiaoyi. He raised his foot and wanted to go over, but Tu Xiaoyi suddenly became serious in his eyes, and squatted down slightly , took off, and made a nice... miss.

Tu Xiaoyi rubbed her head, looked at Qi Jingxuan with some guilt, and smiled apologetically in her clear eyes, "Sorry, my skills are too poor."

Dazed for a moment, Qi Jingxuan didn't say anything, and ran to pick up the ball silently.

"Don't lose, someone still wants to eat the ball."

Qi Jingxuan dropped this sentence and started to participate in the competition.

it is good.

Tu Xiaoyi answered in his mind, this time he accurately caught the ball from Qi Jingxuan.

18 years have passed, and some tacit understandings will still not be forgotten.

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