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Lu Wanting slowly picked up a piece of paper sandwiched in the diary, like a page torn from a magazine, it was wrinkled and old, she couldn't believe her eyes, this article was definitely where she was before seen.She read aloud the black letters on it:
The dusk in my memory is swaying in the moist air, and the clouds dyed orange on the horizon embellish the surrounding tranquility with a light brush.A bunch of delicate dandelions lean quietly against the afterglow, and the setting sun gilds each of their tiny hairs into golden yellow, shining a dazzling dreamlike light under the sky.

The wind is blowing, and the dandelion seeds finally leave the dry branches and fly to the unknown distance, imagining how a certain inch of soil in the future will be full of fragrance.

The dullness of July wraps itself in the branches and pours down in black shadows.They passed by the barren wilderness, passed countless huge green leaves, and heard the cheerful singing of birds.Those electromagnetic waves that carry sweetness, pain and sadness pass by in a hurry, like a string of notes of different lengths, completely penetrating every corner of the world.

Everything here is changing, only the huge and peaceful sky above.The ignorance and frivolity that contains them is like a huge blue signpost in the maze, instructing them to find new hope.

In the steaming hot wind, those weak seeds wander tirelessly, without direction, and don't care about direction.When passing by the ear, is the sound of hula hula flapping their wings bravely, tough and free, just like his rhythmic breathing.

In the summer of freshman year, he held my wrist for the first time and squeezed through a group of noisy students, looking for our place in the placement list posted on the wall.That night, I wrote the above paragraph in my diary.

He said that only by believing in flying can one have wings.

He said that we, like dandelions, must fly to repay the whole sky.

The wind was so strong that his voice was gradually taken away, and white dandelions suddenly rolled up in front of my eyes. It was as if I was witnessing a fluttering snow in the sun, the lingering dazzling white dandelion. , is the coldest ever in memory.Suddenly, a train whistle pierced the sky, and I opened my eyes suddenly, surrounded by endless darkness, the sound of the second hand sliding through the turbid night and across the blank space in my mind.

He left, as if taking everything about him with him.But at the moment he got on the train, I sat blankly in the empty room without knowing where he was going.I just remember that in the dream last night, he was crying softly in front of me.

Later, I went to the train station and stood on the platform where he might have stood.The three years of high school seemed to be faster than the speed of the train, and I gradually lost sight of him. We were still toasting and cheering the night before, but today I am alone surrounded by a sense of loss.

He's going abroad, I know, I know.This information, which he kept from me, was rolled into the wheels of the train, and then pressed deep into the tracks, into the soil, into the core of the earth.

The current him has never been so strange to me. A few weeks ago, the face that I was so familiar with when I closed my eyes immediately appeared, now it is like a poor-quality picture, with blurred facial features, caught in my hand and being torn by the wind randomly , Our distance is so close and yet so far away.

I always remember that you deliberately stayed late after school one afternoon, and then took me to the roof of the school teaching building.It was the season when dandelions were floating all over the campus. We stood upright under the dazzling sunlight. The beautiful dandelions decorated the whole sky with their thin bodies, as if they were about to blend with the air. We were fascinated by the sight.

Only by believing in flying can we have wings. We are like dandelions, we all need to fly to repay the whole sky.He said.Above his head was a sky stained blood red.If we were holding a sword with a cold light instead of a strawberry ice cream that was about to melt, the scene would simply have the unique sense of pathos of the heroes in the movie.

What's even more rare is that after he finished those words, the ice bully in my hand slammed onto the ground with a bang, and we laughed unscrupulously, almost to tears.I yelled "Fuck your love" and I didn't believe it, but unexpectedly, the security guards were called.

It wasn't until I was overwhelmed by the yelling school security downstairs that he dragged me downstairs.You said, don't be afraid, I will stand in your way.

Actually, but I'm not afraid anymore, listening to your rhythmic breathing, it's the same as when you took my hand and shuttled through the crowd on the first day of high school.Moreover, I really wanted to just hold your hand like this and never let go.I firmly believe that you will take me to the most beautiful place in the world.

After leaving school, he took me to eat Malatang. He knew that I was broken in love. He smiled and said, if you cry, no one will find out.Later, I really couldn't help crying, but he put away the previous jokes and told me seriously that people are always lonely, but sometimes happiness surrounds you and makes you feel delusional.

Such a boy who taught me to grow and be strong, and gave me safety and warmth, has suddenly disappeared in my life without a sound.

However, I have never doubted his choice, after all, growing up is a matter of one person.It was his leaving that made me understand this.I will not be lonely when I have him, and I will gradually get used to it without him.

I put my dreams into dandelions, let them float across the ocean to his window, told him the time we had, told him that I was no longer a crybaby, told him that I would try to fly like him.Did he see it?

Although dandelions cast lonely shadows between heaven and earth, since they have chosen to fly, they should not be sad.Behind them is a colorful sky.

After reading it, she searched for the fragmented memories of this article in her mind. She remembered that one day during the summer vacation of her third year of high school, she went to a newsstand at the gate of the community to buy a magazine. It was her favorite semi-monthly magazine in high school. It mainly publishes some novels and poems that meet the tastes of teenagers, and she was impressed by this article in one of the issues with the theme of "separation".

Unexpectedly, this article was written by Qiang Wei. It turned out that they had met through writing a few years ago, but now, she who is still living a good life and she who has long passed away from this world met again because of the same man .

While she was sighing, she was also curious about the content of the article. It seemed that Qiang Wei and a certain boy had been classmates for three years in high school, and they had a very good relationship. After graduating from high school, the boy went to study abroad.She was startled, the "he" in Qiang Wei's works must be Chen Bowen, she remembered that when she was chatting with her grandma at home, she had heard her grandma say that he had gone to study in the United States.

She was excited, and finally caught some shadows about him in this diary.She picked up the cup and drank a big sip of latte, and continued to read, but his records did not clearly appear later, and as the remaining pages became less and less, she gradually became disappointed.

Until she finished flipping through the diary in her hand, she didn't get a single word about him.It's just that there are several pages missing, and she slides her fingers over the torn margins, wondering if these missing parts are the important information she wants.But now that Qiang Wei is gone, these have become unsolved mysteries.

In fact, the missing part of the diary was exactly as she had guessed.Qiang Wei has been using this diary since high school. She puts it in her schoolbag every day and takes it out to write a few sentences anytime and anywhere, so it is reasonable for Lu Wanting to not understand some of the illogical words in it.

After class, Qiang Wei and Chen Zhongwu often go to the library to read books or go to the cafeteria to eat. Naturally, he often sees her taking out the notebook and scribbling. At first, he was very curious, even when he learned that it was her private diary. I still have the cheek to reach out and grab it, I have to have a look.

But she stopped his curiosity every time. Just in case, she rarely took out the diary in front of him. After a long time, he naturally forgot about it.

But on the day when the graduation photo was taken, he started to have a stomachache right after the photo was taken. She insisted on holding him back, took a photo of the two of them with her Polaroid camera, and asked him to put the camera in her drawer In the middle of the day, I followed a few girls to the library.

After he returned to the classroom, there was no one there, and soon a few classmates came in sporadically.He went to her seat and knelt down, and stuffed the camera into her drawer, but his eyes were immediately attracted by a blue-covered notebook in the drawer, and he remembered that she had been protecting it tightly a long time ago. He was not allowed to read that notebook, so today he could take a sneak peek while she was away.

Even thinking this way, he still hesitated, peeking at someone else's diary is not a glorious thing, but curiosity killed the cat, he still wanted to see what she wrote about him in the diary.

Just as he was flipping through it with relish, a hand stretched out from behind him and snatched the diary away. He turned around in horror and saw that she was looking at him angrily. He asked sharply, "What did you see!"

"I didn't read anything. You snatched it when I opened it, and I didn't know it was your diary." He pretended to be innocent, stood up from the ground, and patted the ashes on himself, "Besides Well, so what if I saw it, it’s not a big deal.”

"You lied, you must have seen it, tell me, what the hell did you see." There was uncontrollable anger in her voice, and he realized the seriousness of the matter, and said hesitantly: "I just read and wrote The ones with mine, I don’t see anything else!”

In front of him, she flipped through the diary and quickly tore off the paper with Chen Zhongwu's name on it.