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After returning from the trip, Mi Zhiqiu is a sloth, hugging the quilt as if he has obtained an arboreal life, hanging on the bed.

Mi Zhiqiu's mother came over to pat his tanned legs, and he hid his legs under the quilt. When the sound of mahjong continued downstairs, he also stuffed his head into the quilt, exposing a little of his back, like a moth about to hatch when a cicada chrysalis hatches. Time to spread your wings.

Mi Zhiqiu's tiredness makes people think that he goes out early and returns late every day with the tour group. Xia Xin is a person who has experienced it first-hand, so he can only reasonably suspect that Mi Zhiqiu secretly went out to play during the day without his back, "Is it so tiring just going out for dinner in the evening? "

Xia Xinran's voice was distorted after being filtered by the phone, and the smile was constantly amplified by the microphone.

Mi Zhiqiu carefully explained the principle, "We mages usually consume blood bars, but travel consumes blue bars, which is different."

The implication is that even if you go out to sleep, you will be tired.

Xia Xin suddenly listened to his nonsense, and agreed as if it was true, "This magician has worked hard."

The little girl from the neighbor's house appeared in the summer vacation with the sound of mahjong as promised. She wore two braids and seemed to be growing taller every month.At the age when she was starting to think, she would ask Mi Zhiqiu if people would become farther and farther apart when she grew up.

This question is somewhat philosophical, not as profound as a little girl's question.Mi Zhiqiu couldn’t learn how to talk to children, and after questioning him for a while, he finally understood. The translation of this sentence is actually “Is it true that friends in elementary school will gradually lose contact with each other?”

Primary school friends.

This term is too far away for Mi Zhiqiu. The last time I touched it was in units of ten years. It sounds inexplicably cute, like a baby asking a little girl who is already a junior high school student, "Sister grows up?" Don’t you like fairy tales?” It’s easy to be sloppy when answering some questions across ages.

The tsundere junior high school student might reply, of course, that's something childish.

Mi Zhiqiu, who is an adult, subconsciously wants to say that most of the friends are staged, there will be more and more, and there will be fewer and fewer, and maybe he won't think about this problem anymore when he grows up.

But he looked at the little girl's softness in the light, and suddenly felt that he should treat her like an adult, but he shouldn't talk to her like an adult.Adults always like to talk coldly and take the bad things for granted, as if not caring is the attitude that adults should hold.

Mi Zhiqiu knelt down and thought for a while before telling her, "Smart people will maintain friendship. If you are smart enough, you won't get farther and farther."

There are always various distances between people, and distance is relative.

The distance for elementary school is sitting at the far left and right of the classroom, the distance for junior high school is not in the same class, as long as you are in the same school for high school, it is not far away, and it seems that the same city is close when you are in college.

20-year-old Mi Zhiqiu feels that living in the same time zone is close enough. Xia Xin with jet lag is suddenly far away, and Xia Xin without jet lag is suddenly close.

In the era of Mi Zhiqiu's mother, there was only an agreement and an indefinite wait for people to meet each other. Changing the number may mean goodbye forever.The emergence of the Internet and intelligence makes people inseparable from each other, but children who grow up in this era still ask questions about alienation.

The little girl seemed to be really eager to know what "maintenance" was, she pursed her mouth and lowered her head to read the book as if she understood, but she couldn't help asking Mi Zhiqiu, "Then how can you be smart?"

Getting along is a very big subject, and Mi Zhiqiu, who has been passive all year round, can't answer for a while, so he can only describe it very abstractly, "The friendship between gentlemen is like water."

He explained, "Don't make too many demands, maybe you can be friends forever."

Later, the little girl asked a lot of questions, such as whether it means being selfless if you don’t ask for it, why a best friend needs a gentleman’s friendship, and also such as “Then you and that brother who always call on the phone are as calm as water, my friend and I are not on the phone."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't know that this little guy was always gossiping, so he patted her on the head amusedly, "Because we are friends of villains."

He purposely answered out of line, the little girl didn't understand this time, she just thought he had a nice smile, much better looking than the boy in the next class who everyone said was handsome.

Magnolia magnolia in July is in the final stage of blooming. The petals are wide open, and it seems that if the wind is careless, one piece will be blown off.The white flowers are crystal clear when they first bloom, and the color of snow is full of light. When they are about to wither, the edges are oxidized, giving people the illusion that the flowers are old and yellow.

It is rare for Mi Zhiqiu to get up early, so he specially sent Xia Xinan a good morning, and two hours later, he finally got his wish and received a very surprised message, "Why do you wake up so early?"

Mao Mao's emoji stared wide-eyed.

Mi Zhiqiu replied with a crying cat expression, and then took a photo for Xia Xinran to see.

The flames fluttered with debris and banana leaves, and the sun cast sparkling shadows on the ground.

The old man in the photo on the tombstone looked familiar. Xia Xin suddenly thought that Mi Zhiqiu looked a bit like him, and then recalled that he was more like Mi Zhiqiu's mother. "Is it the anniversary of my grandfather's death?"

When Mi Zhiqiu saw the message from Xia Xinran, he quickly returned it with one hand, "As expected of learning from me."

It has been a sunny day for seven years.

The summer torch burned the air tremblingly, Mi Zhiqiu and grandma took turns stuffing Ming coins into the iron bucket, grandma threw half of it and sighed that it was too hot, so she couldn't help hiding behind Mi Zhiqiu.

Grandma has shrunk and can stand completely in Mi Zhiqiu's shadow.

The neighbor's grandfather passed away last year and was also buried in this cemetery. Mi Zhiqiu's mother in the distance is picking a good angle. She is going to put the white chrysanthemum bought for the grandfather in front of the grandfather's grave to take a picture and send it to the neighbor. Act as a "visiting relatives and friends".

Probably because their family never went to the grave on Qingming Festival, so they couldn't learn the atmosphere of the anniversary of death.When my grandfather just passed away, Mi Zhiqiu held the refill left to him, which could not be circled with both hands, and felt that it would take him a lifetime to finish writing them, as if he would feel sorry if he continued to live without carrying any heavy things. .

Later, he found that his life was much longer than he imagined, and he had just tasted the thickness of time, so he shouldn't try to use life as a unit to measure nostalgia.It's like missing is not so heavy, it's just light, like the time grandma slapped the tombstone.

The neighbor to the left of the grandfather is also a spiritual Mediterranean, and the neighbor to the right is a family of military officers. The names of the children are all obscure words, and half of them are unknown to Mi Zhiqiu.Everyone is kind and friendly, except for the grandmother's name next to the grandfather's name, and there are no photos yet.

Grandma used her real body to prove that she is the most serious one here who doesn't laugh. She silently and happily researched how to make the fire burn bigger. Mi Zhiqiu inherited her inability to express herself, so she secretly whispered in her heart, hoping that he can do it wherever he is. Take it easy and have fun, and find another wife if it gets too boring.

Mi Zhiqiu was hypnotizing with an orange paper. This is an unlimited check. Grandpa, you can fill in as much as you want, as long as you give my mother-in-law to me for a few more years.

It's been better for many, many years.

When he left the cemetery, it was not the time for Mi Zhiqiu to get up. He was a little drowsy in the car, and suddenly remembered that he hadn’t read the news for a long time. like."

Mi Zhiqiu only jumped like that when talking to him, but he never worried that the other party would not understand, "If you are not sad, it is not good."

Xia Xin replied quickly, "When no one wants to be remembered, everyone is sad."

Mi Zhiqiu asked again, "Didn't you like fairy tales when you grew up?"

Probably because this question really leaped too far, Mi Zhiqiu obviously felt that he had typed for a long time, and guessed that Xia Xinran's expression would be blank for a few seconds at this time, "It's not that I don't like it, but I haven't read it since I grew up, so I don't know if I like it or not."

Mi Zhiqiu was struck by the seriousness and cuteness of this kind of answering questions, and wanted to laugh a little.

Xia Xinran probably didn't expect Mi Zhiqiu's feelings to change so quickly, and he still answered seriously, "Many fairy tales are originally written for adults. It's not that they don't like it when they grow up, but they can understand too much under the hood when they grow up, so they don't want to read it. gone."

Mi Zhiqiu wanted to reply "Teacher Xia is really good", but for some reason, he had some wonderful illusions, as if Xia Xinran was answering his own question, just like himself when answering a little girl's question.

He looked at the luxuriant sycamore trees outside the window, the branches and leaves on both sides were connected together, like a natural dark green tunnel, and the light falling down was like small boats floating on the ground.

In the process of growing up, people will continue to define more worlds, and gradually accept farther and farther distances, until one day life and death are separated, just say a word to remember.

More than five meters is far away, across a corridor is far away, across a district is far away, different times are far away, and finally forgotten is far away.

Mi Zhiqiu pinched the phone, knowing that a complete Xia Xin was suddenly in the dialog box.

But it seems that everything is far away, and I suddenly miss him so much.