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The news of Yang Qicheng's death spread all over the schools in Chuzhou County. It was said that he was just a bit fierce in appearance and bad in grades.

Many girls in their class said that although Yang Qicheng has a relatively cold personality, he will take the initiative to move the table when he meets a sports meeting. He is basically responsible for the pure water and books in the classroom, and he even finishes class in the evening Evacuating the timid girl home - not because she wanted to date someone, but because she overheard "a lot of things have happened recently, I'm a little scared when I go home".

Is it true that once a person is gone, the only thing we can remember in our minds is his?

"I heard... It was his aunt who wanted to divorce her man. That man also likes to drink and beat people. He beats people very hard even when he is not drunk. The man went to his mother and said that he didn't want a divorce, so he went to enlighten her. His aunt. She has been harassed many times, but her mother didn't want to, and accidentally got into a fight at his house that day, and that man had a knife in his hand..."

The mother pushed him into the room in a panic, not letting the man get close to her son-as if she couldn't feel the pain, she didn't know how many times she had been stabbed, she didn't know how the blood stained the floor, she didn't know I don't see if I screamed for help.

They all said that Yang Qicheng could avoid disaster.

But no one can watch their mother being hurt by a ruthless man just across a door from themselves.

So he banged on the door.

With scarlet eyes, he ran into the kitchen and picked up the kitchen knife.

In the end, there is only a tragic ending without a period.

This is the sad part of this era. No one has thought that many of those stories that seem to be like fairy tales are actually true.

The author wept silently without speaking, and the listener wept without speaking.

The stars fell in the swamp, in the polar night, in the dark and boundless universe, where they could not be found, nor could they make a sound.

There are fewer and fewer sobering truths, and fewer and fewer deafening articles. Everyone is full of joy and imagines the fireplace, roast goose, and grandma’s embrace by a ray of matches...

But can just a little bit of light illuminate the world?

At some point, Lin Lian's hands were cold, and his fingers were tightly intertwined with Jiang Cun's. Suddenly, he felt that the magic of this world was too unacceptable: "Then, where is Yang Qicheng's father?"

"I don't know...Maybe I'm working in another place..."

"I'm going to slow down, I just feel... feel..."

After "feeling" for a long time, Lin Lian didn't say why. He didn't know why he was sad—was it because his rival was really dead?Was it because the news came so suddenly that he had no buffer?Is it because of the thought that two fresh lives will become two icy corpses, which will never be seen again?

Is it just these?

Not really.

There are still a lot of sad things that I dare not say, and I can't say them, I can only hold them in my heart, day after day, brewing a wine of bitterness, helplessness and disappointment.

Take a sip and there's nothing but distressing taste.

Since knowing the news, Lin Lian's mind has been a little dull, and he didn't say anything along the way.Jiang Cun didn't say anything, he took his hand and walked slowly on the way home.

I went home and took a nap, and no one mentioned it when I got up the next day, and it was still the same.

In the morning, I wanted to take Jiang Cun to my childhood favorite steamed stuffed bun shop for breakfast, but found that the shop had closed down for a long time, and I felt regretful all of a sudden; it was cold and windy, and there was no fun in this place , I went home and passed by the bookstore downstairs to buy some pens, and I also heard from the new owner of the bookstore that the aunt and her husband divorced and opened a new cake shop.

Walking on the road, there were no more rotten bricks that were warped here and there and splashed muddy water here and there. Only then did Lin Lian realize that many things had changed, but he didn't know it at all; many things even went backwards, but no one would dare to notice.

What can cover up scars is never healing, but time.

After a long time, those pains will get used to them, and they will be forgotten, and no one will remember them.

The whole winter vacation was peaceful, but accidents happened one after another at this juncture, and I didn't know where I was messing with God.

"Baby, say something naive, I really think that God is too unfair."

He buried his head in Jiang Cun's furry hat brim, sat on the sofa and hugged him.

"Brother Lian, nothing is absolutely fair. Mr. Lao She also said that the rain is not fair, because it falls on an unjust world." Jiang Cun hugged him tightly, "If you don't want to accept it, you can't change it. If you want to, just remember those things and work hard on yourself—at least, that’s what I’ve always done.”

"Sometimes I think too much, yes, who doesn't die..."

Jiang Cun didn't know how to answer the conversation, and listened to Lin Lian's words, and responded softly.

"Ah."

In fact, in Lin Lian's life script, Yang Qicheng is indeed just a vague character, and his life will be long in the future. It's just that this kid was taken advantage of, and he left the stage casually, without even having time to say goodbye.

"Baby, I'm going to work hard." Lin Lian took a deep breath, and smiled brightly on his face, "Damn it, there are so many things I like in the world, how can I be sad?"

How can I be sad for a person who fights when I meet, how can I be sad for a strange woman I have never met, how can I be sad for those things that have nothing to do with me.

How can I not be sad.

"Ah."

"Of course, so far, my favorite is you."

"Ah."

"Boyfriend, come on together."

"Let's go to the place where there is light together, and make everything within our ability bright."

"Baby, hello middle school two."

Jiang Cun closed his eyes and turned his head away, not looking at him.

Everyone knows these things, but no one can do anything about them.

Lin Lian only occasionally thought of Yang Qicheng a few times, remembered his clean cut hair, thought of his desperate fighting spirit, felt that this world was too illusory, always wanted to say something, but his mouth seemed to be stuck with glue, Can't spit out half a word.

It has nothing to do with love, just a chill in my heart.

This matter was like an unexpected visitor, whether Lin Lian knew it or not, it couldn't have a huge impact on his life, but it just stuck in his throat like a fishbone, making it difficult to swallow.

It was not until many years later that Lin Lian had graduated long ago and stopped fighting. When recalling his youth, he suddenly thought of Yang Qicheng, and then he truly realized that he was no longer in this world.

February 29, the first day of school.

Jiang Cun helped Lin Lian write and write in the middle of the night, and finally finished his homework with yawns. The two went to school the next day with dark circles under their eyes. As soon as he got off the horse, Lin Lian smiled and bowed exaggeratedly to the tall and burly monitor, and happily went out to play with Jiang Cun.

The pink hair that was dyed before should basically fall off. I went to the barber shop and spent ten yuan to cut it short. I wanted to dye it, but I felt that I should start a new life. I walked out of the barber shop under the surprised eyes of the hairdresser .

"Students finally want to open this? Finally don't dye your hair? Oh, let me just say, good hair, why do you make it so gaudy!"

The corners of Lin Lian's eyes twitched, seeing Jiang Cun with his back turned to him, he shrugged his shoulders with a smile, rushed over and hit his ass.

"What are you doing!"

"Who told you to laugh at me!"

"Are you naive?"

Lin Lian slapped his paw again, and laughed wantonly. He was accidentally choked by the cold wind that poured into his throat, and bent over to cough suddenly.

Jiang Cun thought that Lin Lian would not be able to do this kind of game that boys like to play.

Whether in junior high school or high school, every time class is over, there will always be a group of boys sitting on other people's laps one after another like an arhat, shaking constantly, shaking while shaking; whoever bends down to pick up a pen or something Yes, there will definitely be another boy who will put his hands and fingers together to poke that person's ass...

Jiang Cun has always watched from a distance and never participated.

The most important point is that he hates having too much physical contact with others, and this kind of game is too dangerous for him, and he has no right to choose.

"Baby, let Brother Lian touch it again, you are so thickly dressed."

Lin Lian hugged him from behind with a smile, held him for a long time before letting go, and ran to a nearby milk tea shop to buy drinks.This store is called Xanadu, it should have just opened, maybe because there is a buy one get one free event, there are quite a lot of people, he and Jiang Cun sat on the chairs and waited for a long time, but they still haven't got their number.

"Honey, what date are we here?"

"99 is an auspicious number. It's only 85 now."

"I regret it, why did I choose this store."

"It's okay to sit and turn on the air conditioner, it's cold outside anyway."

"Brother Lonely Lian is empty and helpless, he needs a baby kiss to get better." Lin Lian lightly kicked Jiang Cun's calf under the table, showing his signature smirk.

"Keep your voice down!" Jiang Cun lowered his head, embarrassed to face the inexplicable eyes of the people around him, "Brother Lian, you are really not cute."

"I don't mind, I only provoked your love." Lin Lian held his chin, smiled, and immediately resumed his upright posture, "I'm sorry, Jiang Cun, I will be very serious in the future, you have to trust me .Ah...I seem to see someone I know..."

"Who?"

"Gu Liaoyuan. Didn't I order songs for you before, do you remember?"

"Ah."

"That girl at the radio station was her, and it was because of this that I met him."

After being silent for a while, Lin Lian suddenly thought of something again: "I remember she seemed to say that she was your primary school classmate, do you still have any impression of her?"

Jiang Cun shook his head: "No."

It's not Jiang Cun's fault for this, he hated that period of time extremely, and Gu Liaoyuan took a year off from school because of illness after finishing third grade, it's normal not to remember.

When passing by Lin Lian's table, he noticed that she seemed to be a bit out of her mind. She yelled several times before she realized it, and forced the corners of her mouth to rise: "It's you, senior, are you shopping here too?"

"Are you feeling unwell?" Lin Lian frowned, seeing that her face was a little pale, wondering if it was because of her menstrual period.And if it was really because of his menstrual period that he felt uncomfortable, as a boy, he was too embarrassed to ask, so he could only ask this question.

"I'm fine, I just want to drink milk tea," she ordered a cup of the most common signature milk tea, pointing to the vacant seat next to them, "Can I sit here?"

"I'll sit with Jiang Cun, you can sit with me."

"Thank you."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. In all fairness, Lin Lian had a good impression of Gu Liaoyuan. He liked this kind of girl who was like a little sun. They were enthusiastic but well-measured. Their smiles seemed to make everything warm—but I didn’t know what it was. , can make her sad to such an extent.

Gu Liaoyuan seemed to be in a bad mood, and Lin Lian didn't continue to drag Jiang Cun to sabotage. The two of them listened to music with headphones on, and just leaned on the chair, staring at each other in a daze, waiting for a drink.

Lin Lian blinked at him, and he smiled at Lin Lian.

Those idle days seem to be pieced together from these fragments, filling up the missing love bit by bit.

Lin Lian carried the packing bag, put away the receipt and change, turned to Gu Liaoyuan and said, "Let's go first, you... If there is anything unhappy, you can tell me about it."

"um. Thank you."

Gu Liaoyuan stared at the back of them going away in a daze. He didn't come back to his senses until the little brother from the milk tea shop brought the drink in front of him. He habitually picked up the bottom of the milk tea to look at it, but found that the brand was still the same. There is no printing.

This is the worst cup of milk tea she has ever tasted since she was 16 years old.