When you want to cry, you can look up.
I can’t remember which book I saw that sentence in.
Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. The sky was still blue and the sun was still bright, just like last year and countless summers many years ago.
But, he seemed to have had a dream.
Faintly, I woke up from five years ago, passed by three years ago, and then woke up in this same bright summer.
After that, he didn't cry in front of Lai Lai.
In front of Teacher Zhang, in front of Xiu Xiu and Che Che who were returning from school, he smiled at them just like yesterday, as if Tian Jingjing had never been here and that list had never existed.
He was still just learning to make vegetable pancakes with Lailai very seriously.
Later, my father and mother came back at noon.
Seeing a table full of people, surrounding a pot of vegetables, holding vegetable pancakes and eating happily, I smiled happily. Mother smiled, Rui and Lailai have grown up.
Then my mother said to Teacher Zhang, thank you Brother Zhang for educating them so well.
Teacher Zhang repeatedly waved his hand and said, "Let's sit down and eat together. If we don't eat, we will be gone. These ghosts have an amazing appetite."
Liu Ruixuan saw his mother and father clearly, walked to the side with a smile on his face, washed his hands, and sat down.
Later, Xiuxiu and Cheche went back to school.
Teacher Zhang also left. Before leaving, he did not take out the list brought back from the town education office from his briefcase.
Dad and mom tidied up and pushed the cart out again in the afternoon.
He habitually sat under the grape trellis in the yard.
Under the grape trellis in July, the fruity aroma is overwhelming, and that sweet and familiar song floats in the air. The light blue color in front of the eyes can make people feel a kind of peace and softness, and make them feel like drinking fine wine or entering a dream.
Lailai touched his arm gently and sat next to him.
He just came back to his senses.
A gust of wind blew by, and the emerald-green vine leaves were swaying above the head.
It seemed as if something had fallen down and floated onto his face.
I raised my hand to pick it up and found a green and slightly yellow leaf. I held it in my hand and looked at it again and again. Suddenly I remembered that sentence: The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up.
When I lowered my head, I discovered that the fallen leaves had already formed a thin layer on the ground. It turned out that the youth of this leaf had passed away, so no wonder the fruity fragrance was already strong.
He suddenly remembered Teacher Zhang's low and slightly hoarse voice from before.
At that moment, his sad heart that wanted to cry was suppressed in an instant.
The saddest thing was not him, he just missed the opportunity to see his cousin again.
Maybe, this summer, my cousin will suddenly appear again.
Or maybe my cousin suddenly received another letter.
And what about Teacher Zhang? What did he lose? The hope was dashed and I felt guilty about myself.
He once heard from his mother that he didn't understand some things about Teacher Zhang before. Now that he thinks about it, after all these blows, Teacher Zhang is actually the one who supports him the most.
However, Teacher Zhang still educates them with good intentions and helps them realize their dreams.
But what about Teacher Zhang’s dream?
Who can help Teacher Zhang? What about these students who want to work hard and make progress alone?
What about Teacher Zhang, who has been cheering and cheering him through rain and wind?
Who will comfort you when you are hurt again and again?
Liu Ruixuan looked outside the courtyard door and saw that Teacher Zhang had gone away.
He won't cry, even if he feels sad, he won't cry, at least not in front of Teacher Zhang.
Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at Fang Kong above his head.
I have forgotten where I saw it. When you feel uncomfortable, you can raise your head slightly and pretend to look at the blue sky leisurely, and your mood will calm down.
The sun shines through the green leaves and vines in tiny fragments of time.
The grapes on a shelf are either green or slightly purple, especially crystal clear in the sun.
He just sat under the grape trellis, looking up, watching the wind passing by, occasionally blowing off the leaves.
The leaf seemed to be begging for mercy, and gently fell on his lap. When he looked down, he felt a chill in his neck, and it turned out that it was another leaf.
They fell one after another, on our heads, on their feet, on their shoulders. In such light, soft and fragrant leaf rain, he suddenly found that he seemed to be falling asleep, feeling a little lazy and tired.
Come on, Rui, are you okay?
Liu Ruixuan gently waved his hand to Hu Lai, saying it was okay.
oh. Lai Lai responded and sat quietly beside him, saying no more words.
Later, I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to really fall asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already set, and a crescent moon was already hanging in the corner of the yard.
The hazy first quarter moon and the few stars flashed in the silent night sky.
The night is as quiet as an ink moonlight picture, using calm tones and light brushstrokes to outline and trace, giving it a slightly familiar taste.
Then, he opened his eyes in such a silent night, saw the gray night, and remembered the past summer, the grass was slightly green, the blue sky and the pink sunshine were very fresh, or very peaceful.
Not knowing who was confiding to whom, he heard both deep and shallow expectations and loneliness. Or, a drop of rain fell in the heart of the flower, and the whole summer began to have secrets? !
Lai Lai fell asleep next to him, leaning against the grape trellis, sleeping soundly.
He took some clothes from the house and covered Lai Lai.
I looked around and found that Xiuxiu and Cheche were not back, and neither were my mother and father?
I walked out of the courtyard quietly and looked around, but there was no one there.
The entire village was also silent in the rising moonlight. There were tall poplars, and occasionally one or two leaves fell with the wind, like those slow-motion scenes on the film of memory that are slowly picked up and spliced.
He suddenly remembered that May two years ago, through the rain and fog at 7 o'clock in the morning, crossing a three-kilometer dirt road, Teacher Zhang led him all the way south.
Opening his eyes in the gray rain, he smiled in the silent rain, did the questions, and then confidently waited for the results to be announced.
Skimming through memories and childhood, moving forward.
Later, he began to be alone on the road and became silent. More persistent, clear eyes, happy expression, as if no one else is around.
Many years later, he was walking alone on the road, carrying a big bag, just like he had dreamed of many years ago. Occasionally, a fellow traveler would give me a hand, smile and thank him, and then we went our separate ways.
The starting point is far away and the end point is unknown. Since it didn't warm him up, he no longer cared about arriving in a hurry. He delayed his youth on the road, like those nameless flowers, extremely gorgeous.
He, finally, walked alone from Liujia Village to the distant Jingyun.
No more fear.
However, I suddenly forgot why I came to Jingyun in the first place.
During the three years at Zhenxi Middle School, he was still the best in everyone's eyes, and he was still the favorite of all the teachers. In the end, he defied everyone's opinions, insisted on what he had seen, and came to Jingyun.
Oh no, I came to Yunling Middle School next door to Jingyun, passing by Jingyun and Zheng
Rui, look at Jingyun Zheng
When my mother said that.
He thought that he would be miserable and feel distressed.
However, he just smiled slightly and his nose was slightly sore.
Later, three years later, when he passed by her twice a month, he no longer had the initial sore nose, because he knew that his cousin was no longer in the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
Just like Teacher Zhang was no longer his teacher three years ago.
In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed since our first acquaintance.
In eight years, it seems that nothing has changed, but it seems that a lot has changed.
He came to Yunling Middle School to study.
Come and go to Officer Command School.
There is still no news about my cousin. There has been no news about my cousin for a long time.
Or, since that summer three years ago, no one would mention his cousin in front of him.
Xiuxiu didn't mention it again, Cheche didn't mention it, and Lai Lai didn't mention it again.
Everyone seemed to agree on it, and they seemed to be deliberately avoiding it.
No one mentioned cousin. Even when dad mentioned Jingyun, he changed it to "city".
He smiled and remained silent.
There is a dream that has gone far away, in that early summer...
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