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It was his new roommate who was speaking.

After Lu Jiu went to Class [-] and left the dormitory, a new student moved into their room, also in Lu Jiu's original position.

Chu Ge walked over.

He had been classmates with Lu Jiu for so long, and he never said that he found any photos.

The new roommate pointed to the inside of the closet, and said uncertainly, "I think it's you, right?"

The light was too dim, and it was almost impossible to see clearly. I could only vaguely see something stuck in the closet, and I don't know how his new roommate saw it.

Chu Ge found a flashlight and tried to illuminate it, and then he could see the situation inside clearly.

There was a photo posted on the wall of the closet, and the two people on it could be vaguely seen.

There was a little younger him, and there was a teenager who was about the same age. The two sat side by side on the lawn.

"Where is where?"

Le Kaiyan was making a fuss, and came over all at once, looked at the photo inside, and said in surprise: "...how do you know it's three years old, I don't think it looks like it?"

Chu Ge didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Can I take it off?"

The new roommate agreed.

So Chu Ge dipped a little water, and carefully removed the photo from the wardrobe wall.

His behavior undoubtedly showed something.

Le Kaiyan was a little surprised: "Three years old, is it really you?"

Chu Ge silently nodded while holding the photo.

He carefully wiped off the water droplets on the corner of the photo with a paper towel, and in the lower left corner, he saw a khaki, dim date.

Probably in the summer of three years ago.

On the other side, the young man sitting next to him had a vaguely familiar outline.

The new roommate asked curiously, "Who is this?"

Chu Ge hadn't had time to answer.

Le Kaiyan took the first step: "It must be Lu Jiu, don't you need to think about it... This used to be his cabinet."

That was the younger, greener Lu Jiu.

It made Chu Ge confused, when exactly did he meet Lu Jiu.

How long did Lu Jiu live in his house? How many days did they live under the same roof?

In the photo, two teenagers sit side by side on the lawn, with the faint outline of the training ground behind them.

They wore similar jerseys and laughed together for the camera.

—No, that's exactly the same.

Same jersey, same shorts, same wristbands and socks, and sneakers thrown aside.

Le Kaiyan asked curiously, "Is this when you played football together?"

Chu Ge gave a vague "um" and put the photo in his Chinese textbook.

Le Kaiyan was still sighing: "In the past, Lu Jiu said that the two of you made an appointment to play professionally together, but now, the two of you don't play professionally anymore?"

Chu Ge hasn't been to the stadium very much since last semester, and now Lu Jiu has quit the team.

He was a little surprised and a little puzzled: "...Ah?!"

Chu Ge couldn't remember clearly.

Is there really such an agreement?

It seemed as if time had passed in a flash.

It's Friday again.

Chu Ge didn't even know how he got through this week.

Once again he went home alone, with no one to accompany him.

The family was still the same as when they went back by themselves. Not long after, Father Chu and Mother Chu came back.

However, the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor was still empty after the door was opened.

There was no one there for a week, and there was dust on the bedside cabinet.

Chu Ge returned to his room.

The desk was still messy, just like it was when he left, and it hadn't been tidied up at all.

Seeing that he was upset, he didn't want to clean up at all, but he didn't even have a place to bend his elbows.

I have no choice but to clean up by myself.

There was dust on the cover, and there were black handprints on it.

I don't know what it is, it's dead heavy, throw it away...

He thought so.

But in the end, he still didn't throw it out, just pulled a paper towel and wiped off the dust on the cover.

Chu Ge opened the booklet without hesitation, and then his eyes froze.

He was dazed for a while, and then, as if his tail had been stepped on, he jumped up and grabbed his schoolbag.

With a "crash", a large pile of books fell down, making a mess all over the place.

But he didn't seem to see it, he quickly searched inside and found his Chinese textbook.

That was a little hesitant.

Chu Ge held his breath, and he carefully turned to the first page, revealing a photo.

He put the Chinese textbook next to the huge booklet.

The two photos were made together, and they were... exactly the same.

Chu Ge closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes and stretched out in front of himself.

What was dug out...was a photo album.

With trembling fingers, he wanted to take the photo out of the album, but when he reached it, he realized that the photo was pasted in the album.

——Not the kind put in a layer of plastic film, but directly pasted on the album.

Lu Jiu has one.

And he has one too.

Those once, forgotten, young past.

With trembling hands, he turned to the next page, and on each page were the same two people.

The former him and the former Lu Jiu, young and green, ran side by side under the sun.

Play together, play together, train together and play football together.

Wearing the same jersey, holding the same ball.

The time in the lower right corner changes day by day, and the two people in the photo also grow day by day.

Finally, one day, it came to an abrupt end.

Chu Ge silently flipped through the entire photo album.

As if he suddenly came to his senses, he rushed to his bookcase, and found a huge booklet in the place where he used to search for the keys.

Similar appearance and weight, all are albums.

At the beginning, there was no Lu Jiu in those photos, but at some point, he appeared by his side.

They met when they were young and grew up together. No matter what time it was, Lu Jiu's shadow was indispensable.

Daben Daben, both of them, appeared on the court together.

He looked at them one by one, as if he saw the time when he was growing up.

Until he finished looking through all the photo albums, until he put those heavy books on the table, Chu Ge finally realized that he had read all the past.

The first book is the last photo album.

Time seemed to stop abruptly, and he never saw any related photos.

Chu Ge searched tirelessly, and moved the booklet away, revealing a whitish corner of the paper.

It was a medical record.

His name was written on the cover.

The date of inscription is very close to the last photo, almost in tandem.

The doctor's handwriting is scrawled, flying and flying, and it is difficult to decipher it.

--concussion.

- Fracture of the fibula.

At that moment, time screamed and turned backwards, wrapped in an extremely stern wind, whizzing over.

The smell of grass and soil intertwined, the sound of shouts and screams lingered, and sweat swayed in the sun, but there was another thin figure who fell weakly.

The referee blew the whistle, and the medical staff and the stretcher hurried forward, while the person lying on the turf, curled up, was about to lose consciousness.

The screen suddenly changed.

The gloomy incandescent lamps flickered brightly, as if they were going to burn people's eyes.

The pungent smell of disinfectant was pervasive, and a thick plaster cast was cast on his leg. The person sitting on the hospital bed was anxious.

"...Can I still play football?"

The doctor pushed the glasses: "You need to observe after the injury recovers, but this may have some impact on your strenuous exercise."

The person on the hospital bed inhaled softly.

The woman guarding the bed was too tired and her glasses were bloodshot. After hearing this question and answer, she said coldly, "Don't even think about it."

"Why?!" The person sitting on the bed retorted, his voice was sharp and sharp, "...just recover from the injury, I will pay attention next time!"

"This time it was a fracture and a concussion. Next time, what do you want to do, just kick your own leg!"

There are also those scattered little problems, which accumulate day after day, which is especially shocking.

"I'll pay attention, Mom." The teenager whispered, trying to convince his mother.

However, no results were received.

His mother's face was still cold, and the former enlightened parents became extremely feudal and authoritarian at this moment: "It's not that you pay attention, others are coming for you. You can escape once, and you can escape A second time?"

"Yes..."

But at this time, he was still lying on the hospital bed, was hit by a concussion, and had a thick plaster cast.

So he turned his head pitifully, looked to the other side, trying to find an ally: "Lu Jiu..."

But the young man standing by the hospital bed pressed his lips tightly together without saying a word.

The doctor came and summoned him, and his mother went out.

Sitting on the hospital bed, he felt unspeakable grievances facing his partner's suppressed and terrifying eyes.

So, she complained in a low voice: "Why are you like a log, you don't know how to speak for me."

The boy beside the bed was still biting his lip. At this moment, he complained, but he felt more and more self-blame and depressed.

It seems that it is still on the emerald green turf, as if the scene of the sudden fall is still reflected in front of my eyes.

Lu Jiu asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

He climbed up the pole and was not polite at all. Hearing this, he immediately moaned in a low voice: "...the leg hurts."

"Is it particularly painful?"

"Yeah, it hurts a lot."

He tilted his head, looked at his stiff partner, and found that he seemed to be frightened by himself.

As if he knew it without a teacher, he felt Lu Jiu's feelings of self-blame and guilt, and tried to comfort him.