midsummer restlessness

There are not many pedestrians on the street in the early morning after the rain, and there are sporadic office workers or elderly people doing morning exercises.

Only the station opposite No. [-] Middle School was extremely crowded, mostly students in school uniforms.

The students got off the bus noisily, or chatted and laughed in pairs, but most of them walked alone in a hurry and in a hurry.

An oversized schoolbag was carried on her skinny shoulders, and her immature face was full of youthfulness and exhaustion.

The occasional sound of laughter woke up this cold and quiet morning, bringing some warmth.

Xia An stepped on high-heeled shoes, and his slow steps seemed out of place in the slightly hurried rhythm of the surroundings.

Occasionally, I passed by students in a hurry, and I seemed to see my former self in a trance.

When passing by the school gate, Xia An couldn't help but stop.

Eighth Middle School started construction and expansion in the year they graduated, and the current scope is much larger than when they graduated.

The gate of the school was refurbished at some point, the old iron gate was removed, and a retractable gate was installed.

The newly built teaching building is as simple and high-end as a commercial building. The traditional hinged windows were removed and replaced with a floor-to-ceiling window that runs through the third floor. From a distance, you can clearly see the clean white tiles on the hall floor under the sun.

"See that red school building?"

Xia An pointed to a dilapidated and old building behind the front main building, and turned to Wang Junkai.

"I spent the best time in my first year there. Before the mock exam in the third year of high school, I cursed countless times in my heart that I could use it as the center of the circle and half the length of the teaching building as the radius, drawing a typhoon in a circle. , Blow it down."

"But it has never been effective once. It stands tenaciously until now."

"Fortunately, it wasn't demolished, otherwise, I guess I wouldn't even recognize that this is the place where I stayed for three years."

She talked to herself and laughed, but turned around and found that Wang Junkai was looking in another direction.

"What are you looking at?"

Xia An was puzzled and followed his line of sight.

Then freeze on the basketball court separated by a walking path on the right side of the main building.

Maybe it's because of the class time, there is no student on the basketball court, the net is old and worn out, the iron rails are also covered with gray-brown rust, and tall weeds protrude in disorderlyly along the gaps in the railings. Go to some glaring desolation.

At the beginning, Wang Junkai played here in his spare time, because only this court is close to their teaching building. Even if the class bell rings, he can take the ball back and walk back without haste, without worrying about being late.

"When I graduated, I was talking about renovations. After all, we stepped on our backs and expanded. If there is a new gymnasium, there should be few people coming to this basketball court."

Wang Junkai shrugged his shoulders and smiled not too much.

After all, the basketball court has been around for some years, and for the safety of the students, the school will try to ban it with other recreational facilities.

Perhaps due to funding or other unknown reasons, it has been delayed until now.

In Xia An's vague memory, this basketball court was always extremely lively.

The boys often wear vests and shorts. Here, they spin the basketball in different ways, and then forcefully throw a graceful arc towards the basket, causing the girls gathered outside the iron fence to applaud and cheer.

However, time is like thick coffee, which was accidentally knocked over when we were writing the years at the desk, spilled on a certain page of the notebook, stained the paper full of trivial matters, and left dark brown damp stains. It became blurred, and the beautiful warm and sunny scenery in my memory was also soaked into the desolate and yellowed scene in front of my eyes, with dry fallen leaves sprinkled one after another, and the coolness is strange.

"gone."

Wang Junkai patted Xia An on the shoulder.

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