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Ji Jian got up the next day, and when he walked into the gate of Yumiao Primary School, he saw flowers blooming in the yard. They were bright red, but they looked earthy and vulgar in the small, dusty yard. The children folded flowers and threw them at each other. Playing, the petals fell to the ground.Seeing him shouting loudly one by one, they all called Teacher Ji.

Ji Jian looked into his heart and sighed, thinking that this is really a waste of spring time.

When he was a child, flowers were also grown in the yard next door.As soon as spring came, those flowers passed through several walls and fences, and came into Ji Jian's yard.

Song Manzhi still kept the habit of living in a small foreign-style house in the concession when he was a child, and set up a small table in the yard, which was made of wood, with a thin layer of varnish on it.Specially stay Ji Jian's father when the moon is full and the family of three gather around for a reunion.But the Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated every year, but his father doesn't come back every year.

So the image of father became very blurred in Ji Jian's mind.What does his father look like?Song Manzhi often stares at Ji Jian's face for a long time, saying that the longer you grow, the more you look like him.Where is his father?Song Manzhi chanted to him in front of the calendar with his fingers painted with Kodan, that Dad went to Hong Kong to make money, and next Mid-Autumn Festival and the next New Year, Dad will come to visit us and take us to Hong Kong to take a double-decker bus and eat golden Western food. Toast.

So in Ji Jian's mind, his father became Sitoshi who looked very similar to himself.

What grew with Ji Jian's age was not only his father's increasingly blurred face, but also Song Manzhi's growing desire for control and expectations on him.

Song Manzhi is not particularly beautiful.She is gentle, yet unquestionable.She is well-educated and educated, which makes her have a kind of arrogance engraved in her bones. She never complains about how difficult life is, but just standing there, the teenage Ji Jian feels that she should not do anything. Something happened that broke her heart.

So when other children went up the mountain to steal pomegranates and went down the river to fish, Ji Jian was mostly reading.The house was too cramped, so Ji Jian simply took the table that was rarely used for himself. In the small courtyard, the birds outside could be heard arguing, the pots and pans next door, and Aunt Zhao shouted loudly for the Shao brothers and sisters. name.Accompanied by such a background sound, he lay on it to read and write, and sometimes wrote a diary.

Ji Jian doesn't like to talk, but he writes everything in his diary. Talking about desire is like the conservation of energy.His second uncle gave Song Manzhi that book when he came to see Song Manzhi from Shanghai. It has a dark brown hard shell, with bronzing gold and cursive English characters. It was opened the first night and printed with a world map and a perpetual calendar.

Ji Jianjin wrote the running accounts on it, writing that the geography teacher farted in class, writing political questions that he couldn't memorize, writing that he didn't do well in mathematics, and writing that Shao Youguang next door skipped class to play the arcade and was scolded again.Ji Jian wrote all the bad things in front of him, and only after writing this did he feel a little gloating and happy.

Suddenly it seemed that the wind was blowing, and the branches and leaves were shaking. When Ji Jian raised his head, he first saw the tree full of red flowers, and then half of Shao Youguang's face, which he wrote in his diary just now, appeared on the top of the wall.

Ji Jian and Shao Youguang went to the same high school, looked up at the same flowering tree every day, but the communication was limited to a few greetings when the two women met and said hello on the way to school, and they parted ways— —Ji Jian went to school, and Shao Youguang went to skip class to play.

Shao Youguang was probably very bored today, so he tried his best to find trouble for himself.He stretched his arms again, and sat on the top of the wall, but the gentleman on the beam was not at all disrespectful, so he said to Ji Jian, "Ji Jian, come out to play, let's take Zhenzhen to the street."

The sun was so dazzling that Ji Jian couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"No." After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at Shao Youguang.

Ji Jian kind of hates the freedom and lack of worry in him.

"Hello." Shao Youguang picked a flower and threw it on Ji Jian's body. He usually played basketball well, so the red flower flicked on Ji Jian's forehead impartially.

As he said that, he jumped down and landed in front of Ji Jian.

The approaching Ji Jian foolishly took a step back, only to have a sense of responsibility for the violation of his private territory.The two boys are about the same height, but Shao Youguang is taller if I have to say it.Ji Jian was usually silent, but at this time he pushed Shao Youguang hard: "What are you doing, get out."

Shao Youguang wasn't angry, but laughed and waved Ji Jian's hand to look around.He was sent by Zhao Fengqiu to deliver things every now and then, and every time he could only see a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the entrance hall, but it was the first time he "entered the hall and entered the house", so naturally he had to read the book.

He fumbled here and there.

"Tsk, your yard is so clean, and there are tables. My yard is full of sundries."

"Oh, the roses in your house are blooming beautifully this year."

Shao Youguang walked around the yard carelessly.Ji Jian hit the cotton with his fist, and seeing Shao Youguang's appearance, his anger disappeared.

He thought to himself: "We don't know each other very well, why are we so close to our neighbors?"

What Shao Youguang thought in his heart was that he really was just pretending to be angry, the little neighbor thought he was upright, and was bored at home every day and was very lonely.He said he didn't want to go out to play, but in fact he definitely wanted to.

Shao Youguang sighed, thinking, I am really understanding.

The more he thought about it, the more he got ahead, and he moved closer to look at Ji Jian's notebook spread out on the table.

"Hey? What were you doing just now? What are you talking about," he read out, "Today is a beautiful day..."

"... "

"Ji Jian, why are you kicking me? No, I just saw my name..."

Firstly, Ji Jian was most annoyed by others invading his territory, and secondly, he was most annoyed by others reading his writings. Shao Youguang hit a series of gunshots and was kicked on the crook of his leg.

Ji Jian grabbed the notebook and snapped it shut.The usually quiet little neighbor pointed at the wall at this moment: "Get out."

It means to ask Shao Youguang to go back and forth from wherever.

Shao Youguang was bluffed for a while, feeling annoyed.But he really couldn't save face and just walked away, so he sat down on the spot with a shameless face.

On purpose, he muttered loudly: "If you don't let me watch it, I won't watch it. Why are you scolding people?"

Ji Jian ignored him at all.He has Song Manzhi's undisgusting arrogance in his bones, and he is used to looking at people from top to bottom.The corners of his mouth were tense, and he put on a cold face without saying a word, with a funny seriousness that didn't match his age.The spring light shone on the young man's forehead, which was smooth and clean.

As for Shao Youguang's sweatshirt and overalls, the weather was too dry at the beginning of spring, so Uncle Zhang at Jiekou pushed him for free two days ago.Now just a short nod, Shao Youguang still feels that the hand feels good, so he touches it if he has nothing to do.

He sat on the ground and looked at Ji Jian, feeling ashamed for the first time for some reason.

His mother, Zhao Fengqiu, is a well-known beauty in the textile factory, and his sister Shao Zhenzhen is also very handsome, but unfortunately, neither of them is easy to mess with, one wants Shao Youguang to coax and the other Shao Youguang to pamper.

Shao Youguang looked at Ji Jian and thought, forget it, maybe anyone who is good-looking has to be coaxed.

After thinking about it, 16-year-old Shao Youguang sighed silently, it's hard to be a man.

The small courtyard is really not big, and the distance between the two people is neither far nor close.Shao Youguang stretched out his legs and kicked Ji Jian's shoes, causing Ji Jian to bow his head—two pairs of shoes, one pair was covered with mud, and the other pair was still clean.

Taking a clean step back, just as he was about to explode, Ji Jian looked up a little and saw Shao Youguang's heartless smiling face.The color of the skin is tanned healthy, and the short hair is almost green, but in the sun, each strand of hair reflects light.His eyes are full of vitality, looking up, a little Ji Jian is reflected in his pupils.

"Ji Jian, little neighbor, good brother, let's go out and play together," he said while twisting the petals that fell on the ground to show himself, "Staying indoors doesn't mind wasting this wonderful spring."

"Really." He said, grabbing the petals and throwing them at Ji Jian's feet one by one.

Ji Jian was still angry, but he thought of Song Manzhi standing in the yard one day and said casually: "What kind of begonia is this, I have never seen such a species." But Ji Jian has never seen April and May in Song Manzhi's mouth. The Xifu Begonia and Chuisi Begonia are blooming in the outer ferry garden.

The spring is still brilliant in the small dilapidated courtyard, how could it be said that young people are not moved.

The author says:

Last night I watched a play and cried and came back to write a chapter angrily and then repaired it for a day today (how did I do this)