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Whether the hope is just a turning back, or whether there are other out-of-bounds and unreasonable things.

He didn't know why it happened, these emotions he had never experienced before.

When he approached, he was distracted and couldn't help himself, but when Jiang Hao took the initiative to stay away from him, he was so sad that he didn't care to appreciate the scenery during the trip.

Before he knew it, he was completely immersed in a lake called Jiang Hao, allowing himself to sink continuously without any intention of resisting.

Why is this happening?

He didn't have time to think about it.

I didn't dare to think too much about it.

When his thoughts were chaotic, a ray of memory broke into his mind in a trance.

"How can you be sure whether you like it or not? It's just about friendship. If you chase after it for a long time and find out that you made a mistake in the end, it would be bad." He leaned against the window and asked Sun Ziming seemingly casually.

"I wasn't sure at first, but then when I got close to her, I blushed and my heart beat, and I didn't dare to look directly at her face."

"Also, I will pay special attention to her feelings, try my best to make her happy, and want to know more about her."

"I want to look at her all the time, and I will miss her if I don't see her for a day, it seems to have become a habit."

"I can find her in the crowd at a glance. When I meet her, I can't help but want to stop her so that she can look at me a few more times. If she really looks at me, my heart will beat very fast, as if to Like jumping out."

Thoughts and guesses are chaotic and clamoring, possibility and possibility compete with each other for dominance, turning my mind into a mess.

Until the boy raised his head and cast a look at him.

The heartbeat is messed up, and the mind is clear.

That's right, such throbbing can only be liked.

"Mu Chen?" Jiang Hao called him again, his questioning tone contained a question about his sudden distraction.

"Well, you said."

"Come with me somewhere."

Mu Chen stretched out his hand towards him, instead of answering him.

My parents won't be going home today, so I can go back later at night, and... I have something to say.

Jiang Hao was startled slightly when he saw his hand stretched out towards him, then gently took his hand and pulled him towards one direction.

The road seems to be very far away, between the sound of footsteps, the setting sun has already set, and the setting sun has completely subsided, only the bright stars are left, the bright moon is like a hook, and the breeze is gently blowing the hair of the two, soft and calm.

Mu Chen remembered that when he brought Jiang Hao over the wall to enter the school, he seemed to hold Jiang Hao in the same way, but he was the one who led Jiang Hao and led him into the willow forest that was just beginning to spring.

Under the stars and the moon, the palms overlapped, and the footsteps were heavy. One was in front and the other was behind, but the positions were reversed, and the figure had grown from a child to a teenager.

Mu Chen tried his best to identify the direction they were heading in the trails in the suburbs, and vaguely felt the familiarity of this journey.This feeling became more and more intense, and finally when he saw a thick willow tree at the fork in the road, the truth came to light.

He and a boy once carved a thousand paper cranes on the peeling trunk of the willow tree as a mark of their secret base.

Turn right after the fork in the big willow tree.

This is the direction of the small pond.

Nine years ago, he and that boy made an appointment to meet at that small pond, but he broke the appointment.

Jiang Hao led him to turn right and walked through the fork in the road, slowly approaching the pond in his memory.

The outskirts of summer nights are the noisiest time of the year. The cicadas seem to be tireless, agitating the ensemble of other insects, and sometimes birds sing high-pitched, bringing the ensemble to a climax again and again.

This pond is extremely deep and huge, with a radius of more than ten meters. A slender tree trunk three to four meters high still disappeared after entering it. It is said to be a pond, but it is actually a lake.The pond is connected with running water, and the water flows into the pool and then flows away, keeping the water clear for many years.

Listening to the mix of voices, they continued on their way.

The sound of the water seemed to be louder, and there seemed to be the sound of turbulent water waves.

No, not right!

Mu Chen suddenly let go of Jiang Hao's hand, and quickly ran towards the pond under the shade of the trees, passing through the thick branches and bushes, only to see the water in the pond surging, and a small figure in the pond was struggling!

Before Mu Chen could think too much, he jumped down and swam to the struggling but sinking figure, groped and grabbed his body in the dark pool water, and dragged him to swim to the shore.

This is a child.

Mu Chen found out the moment he grabbed him.

The boy looked to be only seven or eight years old. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to open his eyes, and could only struggle hard.While leading him to try to leave the pool, Mu Chen prevented him from embracing himself in a panic.

The moonlight fell into the pool through the gaps in the bushes, casting a hazy light and shadow on the boy's face, outlining the contours of his cheeks.

Under the moonlight, the boy's vague face and memories gradually overlapped, pulling Mu Chen's consciousness into the messy light and shadow.

This scene... so familiar...

Memories flooded into my mind like fragments, tore through the barrier of reason, and blurred consciousness for a moment.

Mu Chen's arm loosened unconsciously, forgetting what he was doing.The boy suddenly felt his body sinking, and stretched out his hands in panic to find something he could grab. He grabbed Mu Chen's neck tightly and pulled Mu Chen into the water.

Mu Chen gulped down a mouthful of water, his whole body was wrapped in the icy pool water, and he wanted to swim up, but his neck was locked tightly and he couldn't move.

Sure enough, saving people doesn't always go so smoothly.

He used his last strength to lift the boy to the surface of the water. While struggling, the boy grabbed a branch on the bank and was temporarily safe. However, this action accelerated Mu Chen's fall, and the last trace of oxygen was exhausted. It's getting heavier and heavier.

He felt his own fall, suffocation, coldness and despair...

The moonlight penetrated the pool water, reflecting a clear light.

Did it just end so suddenly?On a calm summer night.

Have you said anything yet...

I didn't understand my own mind before, but now I understand, but I don't have a chance to say it.

Is that so?

I left in such a hurry that I didn't even have time to say goodbye...

At the moment of dying, memories emerged one by one like a revolving lantern.

Two cups of sweet soy milk, as long as it is a little cold, he will drink it for himself; outdoors in the hot summer, he is the only one who plays basketball with him tirelessly; on the way to school, he is the only one who will always be like his own little shadow , followed behind him quietly, answering his childish questions...

In the early morning, he and himself saved a life together; in the back row of the classroom, he took the initiative to accompany him to stand for punishment; in the basketball game, he rushed into the crowd and rescued himself from a coma, showing a rare panic; It's also him who occupies all the scenery in his eyes, no matter how much beauty there is, he can't tolerate it...

The boy who owed money nine years ago, Jiang Hao who met nine years later...

It's a regret that is hard to come by, it's a self-deceiving out of reach...

In any case, these two people will never see each other again.

I owe a sentence of "I'm waiting for you" that I can't give anymore, I owe a sentence of "I like you" that I dare not say...

In the end, nothing was said, and no one was left behind.

Consciousness slowly fell with the body, and the sound of insects was gone, only the sound of water remained.At the last moment when his eyes were closed, he saw a hallucination.

This familiar temperature again...

Rescue him from the chaos, free him from the cold, and lead him to swim upwards.

It's an illusion... Maybe it's the feeling of floating when the soul leaves the body.

The body floated up, but the consciousness was still sinking, sinking into an unfathomable darkness.

Under the moonlight, a boy in black dragged another boy to swim to the shore, sent the unconscious boy to the dry shore, and turned around to rescue the little boy who was clinging to the branch.

The boy was just a little frightened and shivered aside, but the drowning boy closed his eyes tightly and lost consciousness.

The black T-shirt was wet with water and stuck to his body. A gust of wind blew by, making people feel an unbearable chill, but he took off the T-shirt on his body, wrung it dry and covered it on the boy with his eyes closed tightly, as if This will protect him from the chill.

The cold moonlight enveloped the naked body, outlining the well-shaped muscles, and the water droplets left along the muscles.

The thin lips parted slightly, and the indifferent voice was so soft that only he could hear it, but it trembled so rare that Xia Chan unconsciously fell silent.

"Why are you still so stupid after all these years?"

50. Life after death

The style of the suburbs is cool outside, and the night wind blows, only the rustling of grass blades and the endless sound of insects, no one passes by, and no one can give a helping hand.

The mobile phone has no signal here, so there is no way to call 120.

Without hesitation, Jiang Hao immediately knelt beside Mu Chen, leaned close to his cheek, pressed his smooth forehead with one hand, and lifted his chin with the other, forcing him to open his mouth, and inserted his fingers into his mouth to clear the mouth. The sundries, picked him up and poured out the accumulated water in his abdomen, then removed the hand pressing his forehead, pinched Mu Chen's nostrils, leaned over and wrapped his lips around Mu Chen's, and sent warm air into him. of the respiratory tract.

Jiang Hao confirmed that Mu Chen's breathing was gradually smooth and his heart was beating normally before he stopped.

After doing some necessary first aid measures, Jiang Hao turned his head to look at the little boy. The boy was fine, but he was startled when he fell into the water at first, but now he has calmed down a little. chest, asked Jiang Hao with worried eyes.

"Brother, brother, is this brother okay?"

Jiang Hao looked down at Mu Chen, his breathing had returned to normal, but he hadn't woken up yet, "It's all right, do you know where there is a place to live near here?"

"I, my family