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One day is the epitome of life, late night is dying, early morning is rebirth, countless sleeping nights are not just countless death exercises.

It's not clear what happens with death, but the exercise occasionally rewards good dreams.

Foggy blue, the atmosphere is hard to describe, he told himself not to wake up.

The alarm clock in his arms persisted, and Yuan Mu on the bed curled himself up even smaller, let out a sigh of relief, and still opened his eyes.

On the days of school, the sky was not bright, and it was gloomy.

The bus they took was still at the terminal, Yuan Mu loosened his clasped fingers without authorization, got up and left his seat after saying goodbye, wondering if Qiu Yu who was left alone in the dream would blame him or miss him.

Standing unsteadily back in the real world, it was as if a certain part of his body had been dug out, leaving an indescribable emptiness, but the dream was virtual, and Yuan Muming never got it.

Yuan Mu hesitated for a few seconds, gave up opening the curtains, put the cold metal alarm clock on the desk, put his arm around the pillow, and went straight out to wash.

Passing by the wall calendar in the living room, I was surprised that tomorrow would be Saturday.

It turns out that the six-to-ten life is so easy to paralyze people's nerves, making five working days slip away in a hurry.

The bathroom was very close to Yuan Cha's room. Yuan Mu knew that the sound insulation was not good, so he twisted into small strands when he used a cup to catch water.

The toothbrush was stuck in his mouth, and he hadn't seen Qiu Yu for seven days.

He had promised to come to make up lessons that day, but he failed to show up both times. Yuan Mu understood that the accident happened to Xu Yiqing again.

Promises are made by others, and it is up to others to decide whether to keep them. Yuan Mu doesn't care much, and he is not in the mood to interfere, but if the object is replaced by Qiu Yu, the process of waiting and accepting the result will become more difficult.

Spreading the water-soaked washcloth on the face, the remaining charming aftertaste of the dream was wiped out.

Boring, no breakfast today.

When he arrived at the school, Yuan Mu saw Li Xuedao's head on the second floor from a distance on the playground. He was probably guarding the classroom door early to check his homework.

Sure enough, when Yuan Mu was climbing the stairs, he met a few acquaintances in the class at the corner. Their schoolbags were placed on their laps as desks, and they were curling up their exercise books and scribbling hard.

"Damn, don't read the questions, when is the time, just choose one randomly and fill it in!"

"Damn, I don't want to read either, but I have obsessive-compulsive disorder!"

"Damn, you obsessive-compulsive disorder didn't let you finish your homework last night."

"Damn, the situation is so urgent, you two talk a lot of bullshit!" The third person said.

"Fuck, it's not about doing homework with your mouth, you don't care if they say it or not."

A fourth came forward.

"Damn, Yuan Mu Yuan Mu, what time is it after seven?" The fifth person glanced at him, holding his pen and writing as if his hands were cramped, and he could only ask the time with his mouth.

Yuan Mu slid open the zipper of his schoolbag, and took out his useless Nokia from the hidden compartment, the screen was blank.

"wait."

Had to stand next to them and wait for the boot.

"Damn, Yuan Mu, why does your schoolbag smell like sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Now the whole city is full of this kind of fragrance, so what's so strange about having one more of my schoolbag.

When the start-up bell rang, Li Xuedao appeared above their heads with his hands behind his back: "One, two, three, four, five, six, I said I haven't seen anyone coming for a long time, what are you doing here?"

Li Xuedao hid the knife in his smile.

The other five people silently moved the workbook behind them as if they were stuck.

Only Yuan Mulai took the initiative to answer, he raised his phone, and the two hands just separated on the screen.

He said, "...watch the time."

Leading a group of people across the corridor, it was so majestic that it attracted the attention of everyone in several classes on the same floor.

Yuan Mu didn't raise his eyes, he didn't know which sense he used to detect the gloating and curiosity of the crowd, did they also feel that this team was too much like those candied haws sold on the poles at the school gate.

The students who were catching up with their homework were punished to stand for morning self-study. When it was Yuan Mu's turn, he heaved a sigh of relief, fearing that Li Xuedao would find another opportunity to drag him to the office for training.

Fortunately not, he waved him back to his seat, even omitting the steps of checking homework.

Huang Chenyu: "Damn, that's fine too. If I had known earlier, I would have used my mobile phone to keep time for you."

"Damn, first of all, you have to take No. 1 in politics."

Wang Chengxing stood up with his book and buried his head in eating breakfast. The steamed bun was fried until golden and cut open, stuffed with spicy potato shreds, and it became a mouthful of spicy oil in one bite.

The light above his head was suddenly blocked by someone. He dropped the book and covered it in his bag, not daring to glance around, and immediately straightened his back and fished for the vocabulary book at hand.

"I."

Yuan Mu said.

Wang Chengxing collapsed back to his original state in an instant, and picked up the things from the pile of books again: "Do you want it? I still have one."

"Thank you, you can eat."

Yuan Mu said, "But Li Xuedao is still by the window."

Wang Chengxing swallowed a mouthful of air and closed it abruptly.

The light was milky white, dazzling people, typefaces danced wildly on the textbook pages, Yuan Mu's eyelids were heavy.

After one class, when the bell rang, he collapsed on the table.

I closed my eyes, covered with drowsiness, the dream that was broken by the day seemed to be still fragmented in my mind, floating softly in the vast darkness at this moment, you can touch it lightly but it is difficult to grasp it firmly.

Half asleep and half awake, Yuan Mu clearly realized one thing.

As long as Qiu Yu doesn't want to have any contact with each other, he and he really can never see each other for a lifetime.

Wang Chengxing was next to him licking the terribly cold potato shreds, and the chatter and his sucking stopped abruptly, and Yuan Mu guessed that it was Li Xuedao who had come in.

But the class bell didn't ring, and he still fell asleep and ignored it.

Like water droplets rolling into a frying pan, the classroom that had stopped for a few seconds boiled up.

"Damn, what a dick."

Wang Chengxing said.

Damn, whose oral addiction suddenly became popular in the class.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Li Xuedao took the teaching ruler dropped by the math teacher and slapped the podium vigorously.

Yuan Mu gritted his teeth secretly, he was always afraid of all man-made rampant noises, and his heart would jump if he touched any sound.

With an unknown fire in his heart, he buried his head in his right arm, and moved his left arm to cover his ears tightly.

"Everyone has also seen that this is a new student in our class. He will study and live with us in the next year. I will bring him here in advance to let you know. I will formally ask him to introduce himself later in class."

"Do it now! Do it now! Do it now!" the filmmakers booed.

In fact, this class will have one or two newcomers joining halfway every year, so it should be no surprise at all.

How excited today.

Right, the third year of high school is so boring.

"There are not enough people!" Li Xuedao said.

"It's all set."

"no problem, no problem."

There was a lot of chatter, most of which were girls making fun of them.

"Yuan Mu, Yuan Mu."

Yang Lanqing leaned over to call him.

Yuan Mu moved his arms and opened his eyes to look at her, she pointed to the podium with a happy face.

Just when the class bell rang, there was thunderous applause and cheers.

Yuan Mu straightened up and saw the young man next to Li Xuedao. He was the protagonist in everyone's eyes, but his attention was drawn away from such a noisy situation, and he only stared at the egg-yellow triangle ruler in the teacher's hand and frowned.

When everything subsided, the man straightened his expression, glanced lightly, and nodded: "I am Qiu Yu, Qiu Yiqiu, the elm of the elm tree."

He was wearing a purple jumper, and he had removed the chains from the overalls.

The one-shoulder bag is carried by the short strap in the hand, and it stands refreshingly in the light.

How did you come out of my dream.

Yuan Mu was in a daze throughout the class, lowering his head from time to time to wonder whether the pillow he hugged when he washed in the morning was really stuffed into his chest.

Wang Chengxing has been touching his own head, he has cut the notch short before, how come he doesn't have Qiu Yu's shape.

He leaned over to ask Yang Lanqing, do you both know him?

Li Xuedao was talking about the test paper he did yesterday, and Yang Lanqing signaled him to shut up and listen carefully.

Wang Chengxing went to Yuan Mu's side to rub his arm again, although he didn't hold out hope that he would return to him.

"Primary school students."

Yuan Mu said.

I didn't say that I was an alumnus from junior high school, and the family lives together so far.

"How is he? Are you easy to talk to?"

In fact, not only Wang Chengxing, but the whole class was waiting for the answer to this question, especially the boys who wanted to hang out with others.

"You'll know if you try it."

Wang Chengxing hissed, then turned to look at the back row: "It's not easy to try."

Then he retracted as if his eyes were scorched, "Damn, it's so embarrassing, you're looking at me."

When it was over, I felt wrong: "Why did you mess with him.

Why are you staring at me? "

Yuan Mu twirled his pen twice, and decided to turn his head back. As a result, Qiu Yu was putting his head down and putting together a test paper with Huang Chenyu, listening to the lecture, seemingly concentrating on it.

Yuan Mu turned his eyes back, and looked at Wang Chengxing thoughtfully.

After class, Yuan Mu hesitated whether to go to the back row to find Qiu Yu.

He was the only one he knew here, after all.

However, at present, it seems that there are many people who want to know him, and there is no shortage of Yuan Mu.

Unexpectedly, before he could figure it out, the man came forward from the back, knocked on the edge of his table with his knuckles, and said, "Come out."

Wang Chengxing looked at Qiu Yu's back as he walked away, thinking: "Don't go, he looks like he wants to have a fight with you."

Yuan Mu picked up the phone: "I will make a call."

"Who to call?"

"You."

Yuan Mu smiled and left.

Wang Chengxing: "I—look like this, I can't beat you, bro."

Yang Lanqing raised her head from the pile of test papers, looked out the window and the two of them disappeared at the top of the stairs together, and commented with the pen cap on her chin: "Don't worry about it."

After a long 10 minutes, they came back to the classroom one after the other.

While the math teacher was recognizing the newcomer Qiu Yu, Wang Chengxing asked in a low voice, why did he ask you.

Tell me to wait for him to have dinner together at noon.

The author says:

late come late come late