Post-90s Rebirth Daily

The door of the audio-visual store was open, and the curtain was blown by the wind to make a rustling sound. On some old tables, there were barbecues that were left with sticks.

Li Baimo didn't drink the green bottle of snow beer, but he felt a little drunk.

Raising his hand to hook Zhong Xia's chin, Zhong Xia followed his strength and turned his head.

Li Baimo has traveled to many places, but his favorite is the summer in Northeast China, perhaps because the summer here is too short, so it is so cherished.

He also likes the yellow light with a sense of age, because this light casts a soft filter on Zhongxia, like a fairy who finally knows the fireworks in the world.

Unknowingly, the distance is slowly getting closer.

Just when they were about to touch each other, someone said ignorantly: "Have you been poisoned by the mosquito coil? I think your complexion is a little purple and green."

Li Baimo looked at Wu Liang and found that his face was sincere.

He subconsciously glanced at the circles of burning mosquito coils, feeling the urge to snuff out the fire.

"Then let's go, go home and kiss, and don't irritate you, a lonely family."

The momentary freedom in the evenings of Saturday and Sunday made up for the sadness he had been hiding these days.

Early on Monday morning, Li Baimo was a little tired of studying, if he didn't want Zhong Xia to face those people who came to see the fun by himself, he would definitely ask for leave.

They stayed in the alley a little away from the school for a few minutes, until the bell rang for the morning class, and they entered the campus with mixed emotions in front of Old Xu.

As soon as you enter the classroom, the sight of everyone in the class makes you feel hairy.

After returning to his seat for a while, those eyes that could see through his bones moved away.

These arrogant and smart kids seem to have made a deal, but it's certainly not because they like their new book.

Three big words flashed in his mind: Premeditated!

These people are too far from usual, and their enthusiasm makes people panic.

Until the big break, when Li Baimo was about to go out, Jiang Zerui blocked the door of the classroom.

He handed over a copy of "Breeze", with rare embarrassment in his eyes: "Can you sign it for me?"

Li Baimo nodded and signed.

Then there are a few girls, these people should be people who like this story in the first place.

Li Baimo sat down on the empty seat at the door and began to sign for people.

As soon as these girls got out of the way, there was a long queue of everyone in the class behind them.

Li Baimo frowned, looking at Liang Chao who had at least 5 copies of "Breeze" in his hand, and a group of grass and mud horses ran past roaring in his heart: "Why, your family will keep these few books as lucky money for the children during the New Year? "

Sitting next to him, Zhong Xia couldn't help laughing, Tang Tang Fei Ma was forcefully forced by his classmates to become a tool person.

"No no no no, how can it be? That's a waste of resources, don't we want to keep it well? Feima is this, we have to cherish the resources around us!"

Liang Chao gave a thumbs up while flattering.

Li Bomo looked at his appearance and wanted to kick him.

However, the classmates behind Liang Chao were not as "shameless" as him, and each of them only held a book.

What a top class, it was made like a signing party.

After he went to high school, he played well with his classmates, and he didn't mind signing autographs, and he didn't bother.

"Put the book on my table, I'm going out now," eat.

The moment he stepped out of the door, he turned around again: "You have a total of 26 copies in your hands, no more, and my autographs are worthless!"

After they walked out of the house, the remaining people looked at each other for a while.

Li Bomo's manga has added some things that are not in Shiguang's book.

The details of love are not exactly the same, he made Cheng Hai more three-dimensional.

Cheng Hai's image is ordinary with a bit of slyness and cuteness, with round eyes.

He looks a bit weak, but sometimes he is very courageous and responsible.

There are many small details of love, Li Baimo added some small things around him.

For example, Cheng Hai and Nie Cheng like music very much, and they took the money they had saved for a long time to listen to the band singing.

For example, their favorite Banlangen band whose lead singer is a girl.

It is also true that he wanted to get rid of this tragedy for so many times, but he couldn't bear it.

In the end, Zhong Xia saw his hesitation and helped him make up his mind, even though he cried countless times because of this story.

As the creator of this story, Li Baimo chose to stick to his heart.

He wanted to use this story to reflect many real problems. Although he couldn't solve them, as long as he raised them, people would notice them.

School violence, homosexuality, discrimination, objectification of men and women, etc.

And the most frightening thing is that a person's good and evil never depend on his age.

Li Baimo went into the attic of the small restaurant, but there was no one there.

Midsummer's room is neat.

The rows of books standing on the desk are arranged strictly according to classification and size, and the eraser is completely vertical to the table, which is simply the gospel for those with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

There are some musical instruments hanging on the wall, a well-wrapped guitar, a flute, a clarinet, and two erhus.

There are also small gadgets such as xun, harmonica, and hollow drum on the shelf.

Things are a bit full, and the facilities are a bit yellow and old.

But, very reassuring.

There is a notebook on the desk, the owner of the room should be writing something here before going out.

Li Bomo couldn't hold back his curiosity, and leaned over to have a look.

Discovery is a half-written lyric, "My World Spreads Over You."

The lights flicker and the fire stretches

Encounter is a trace of coolness in the heat of winter

Since then my world has spread

Push the cup to change the water vapor

Your eyes are the sea of ​​stars full of smiles

There is the smell of wine on the corner of your lips, secretly conveying to you the dream under your tongue

The moon meets the clouds and the flowers meet the wind

On the day I miss you, I suddenly think of the aroma of cooking wine with a strong fire

Not carefree when saying goodbye Missing you is a dream every night

sea ​​breeze blowing sea romance

The sunset is divided into fine pieces by the clouds

Love is a hand that wants to touch and let go, an eye that wants to follow and hide

Orange-flavored sparkling water, large expanses of blue sky

The summer cicadas outside the window call countless stars in the sky

The warm wind passes by mountains and rivers all over the world and blows around me

My world begins to flow to your world

my world spreads over you

Li Baimo picked up the post-it note on the shelf and wrote: The happiest thing is to meet you in a life of scraps and pieces. From then on, I fell in love with love and hatred in the world.

Then he didn't know what sound alarmed him, and he quickly stuffed the note into a certain book.

Like a shameful child who was caught stealing food, his embarrassing and shameful toes couldn't help curling up.

Sitting there stiffly and waiting for a while, I found that no one had climbed into the attic.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to find the note. God knows why he was so... toothache all of a sudden?

After a while, he arranged all the books neatly and restored them to their original state.

Hmm, didn't find it.

He flipped through the culprits on the table.

I found that more than a dozen pieces of music have been written in this notebook.

The first page is the song Zhong Xia gave him, and that song already has the name "Falling in Love".

Of the remaining ones, there are a few of them that already have simple songs, and Li Baimo has heard his sharing.

For the rest, some are just lyrics, and some have a simple short tune.

This should be Xia Xia's manuscript, with many traces of smearing.

Probably there is always idol burden in front of the one you love, and Zhong Xia will always record what has been completed on a beautiful piece of paper to share with Li Baimo.

Four of these dozen songs are love songs.

These passionate love songs, fine writing, clear and gentle composition, sandwiched between those lyrics that are either attitude or very casual, make Li Baimo can't help laughing.This is Zhongxia, he never bothers to hide, his love is always fierce and gentle.

Looking at it, a song called "The Penultimate" made him laugh out loud.

Zhong Xia is always reserved and cold in front of outsiders. He never expected that he would write such interesting lyrics except for love songs.

Turning to the last song again, Li Baimo put the notebook back on the table as it was.

Staring at those lyrics, the pictures in my mind kept coming.

He flicked his fingers on his legs a few times, and an inspiration burst into his mind.

After looking at the musical instruments around him, he casually took the harmonica from the shelf.

The two of them got along bit by bit and kept showing it in their minds. No matter what the emotions were at that time, they were all memories and beautiful things at this time.

He closed his eyes and slowly immersed himself in the music, and the crisp and melodious minor tunes floated out of the room.

The sound came out through the window, and the small restaurant downstairs gradually became quiet.

The song makes people can't help but think of beauty.

Like in summer, blowing a fan, lying on the table to watch the rising bubbles in the orange soda;

It's like riding a bicycle and passing by the girl you had a crush on when you were young, without looking back, but beautiful and nostalgic.

Zhong Xia heard voices in the bathroom, and put down the sheets he was scrubbing.

I laughed out loud as I listened.

Then gently climbed up to the attic, just in time to see the boy leaning on the desk and playing the harmonica.

He closed his eyes, his face was gentle.

Zhong Xia sat at the end of the bed, hugged his legs, rested his head on his arms, and listened quietly.

The smile is as sweet as colored fruit candy.

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