Dressed as the school grass of the heartthrob [the past wears the present]

With heavy steps, he slowly stepped into the classroom at the farthest corner. He walked to the back door, and there was his light source sitting in the window, but today the light source was equally dim.

He went in and sat down, opened the textbook, and the two of them did not speak in a tacit understanding, as if speaking would reveal the sadness.

Lao Yang also walked back to the classroom, saying that the seats will be re-adjusted for self-study tonight. In fact, their seats will be slightly adjusted every month, but they have never moved.

Lao Yang walked to the corridor in the middle of the classroom, pointed to a place, and said to the classmate, "You and Song Yu are interchanging."

Jiang Yun raised his head and looked over. It was a good location, located in the center, and he could see the blackboard very clearly. The important point was that his deskmate turned out to be the study committee member in the class, the No.2 female student bully Luo Dongdong in the class.

Song Yu suddenly said back: "I won't change!"

Lao Yang turned around and looked over, roaring angrily: "Song Yu, if you don't change, I'll call your mother and tell you to change!"

Song Yu immediately died down, curled his lips, and lay down on the table depressed.

Only then did Lao Yang continue to walk back to the podium to teach everyone.

Everyone was uncomfortable in this class, and no one was listening carefully. When the class was over, Jiang Yun and Song Yu were still in silence. It was Nie Wuyi who ran over to break the silence, "Damn, what's going on? Song Yu Yu, why did you adjust your seat? Couldn’t it be because of the photo I sent?”

Song Yu was lying on the table with his head tilted out of the window, and he ignored no one and said nothing.

A lifeless look.

Nie Wuyi wanted to speak again, but was interrupted by Jiang Yun. He shook his head at Nie Wuyi, motioning him to stop talking.

When Nie Wuyi saw this, he retreated and sat quietly.

Jiang Yun looked at Song Yu's stubborn back, turned his head to the outside, his shoulders were covered with loneliness, he put his hand on his shoulder, and called out softly, "Song Yu..."

Song Yu quickly interrupted him, "I'm fine."

Jiang Yun paused, since he had just come back, he had realized that something was wrong with Song Yu, he must have heard what Lao Yang said in the office just now.

During the evening self-study, he really adjusted the seat and sat in the front.

Song Yu even moved the table away, and there was no trace of his smell left in the air.

"Hello Xueba, I'm your new deskmate Mofei." The new deskmate Mofei greeted himself, Jiang Yun nodded and smiled politely, looking at this boy with a completely different temperament from Song Yu, Jiang Yun was really not used to it He sits next to him.

This man has a fat head and fat ears, with round glasses on his face, short short hair, and a naive expression, a bit like a copy of Lao Yang.

Jiang Yun couldn't help looking at Song Yu who was obliquely ahead. He was sitting in a straight line with the podium. When Jiang Yun looked at the blackboard in class, he would always see the back of his beautiful head.

He moved away the first class, not used to it.

……

The first night he moved away, he was not used to it.

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The first week he moved away, he was still not used to it.

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In one day's Chinese class, there was an in-class exam. Surprisingly, this time, Jiang Yun, who has always written excellent essays, got a zero.

In addition to him, there is one other person in the class who also scored zero, and that person is Song Yu.

Looking at the eye-catching composition topic on the test paper, Jiang Yun's writing hand hesitated.

The composition title is "I have a secret."

After hesitating for a long time, I finally wrote down only one sentence, I have a secret, followed by a string of ellipses, and did not write anything else.

When writing this sentence, his eyes fell on the back of Song Yu's handsome maroon hair.

The secret in his heart is related to a teenager.

At the same age as Hua, he secretly fell in love with a boy, which was his biggest secret.

That is a secret that can never be told to the world.

At the moment when the papers were handed out, everyone rushed to grab his and Song Yu's papers to read. Nie Wuyi first glanced at Jiang Yun's, then at Song Yu's, and then burst out laughing.

"Song Yu, you're too annoying."

Song Yu's test paper also only wrote one sentence: It's a secret, how could I tell you!

Nie Wuyi continued to laugh and said, "Jiang Yun's tone is sincere anyway, unlike you, even the Chinese teacher dares to hate you."

Song Yu glanced at Jiang Yun's test paper, "Cut, how can he be capable, the ellipsis almost fills a whole page."

Jiang Yun's composition square was filled with small black ink dots, and he seriously suspected that he was not writing a composition, but drawing a greedy snake.

"Eh..." The corners of Jiang Huan's mouth twitched. He was thinking far away at the time, so he drew the ellipsis unconsciously. When the sound of turning in the paper sounded, he looked down and found a page full of ellipsis.

He took back his paper, then pressed it into the book on the table and hid it, no longer for them to read.

Song Yu also took his paper and went back to his new seat, Jiang Yun was still not used to his leaving, there was an aisle between them, but it seemed like a vast Milky Way, and the Cowherd and Weaver Girl were nothing more than that.

He really wanted to pull him to ask, what is the secret in his heart?

However, they are not as close as before.

Even the back of his head in the distance was stained with a touch of melancholy, Jiang Yun didn't know whether his eyes were sad or his back was crying.

During the recess time at night, there was a sudden burst of light music sounded in the campus. The silk and bamboo were melodious, like weeping, and it was a very melodious and sad piece of music.

As soon as the music sounded, the noisy campus fell silent, and everyone listened attentively.

Who is playing such a sad tune?

Whose heart is so sad and lonely?

"Who is blowing the castle in the sky?"

Someone in the corridor heard this familiar tune and said in surprise.

Castle in the Sky?

Jiang Yun remembered that Song Yu's screen name was Sky City, and he felt a little proud at the time, his screen name was Sky, but he was called Sky City.

It always feels like he's doing it on purpose.

"It sounds like a harmonica, who is playing it?" A female student asked curiously.

Hearing that voice should be on the rooftop, Jiang Yun took a step forward and ran up the corridor quickly.

There was no one from Song Yu in the classroom, and a thought exploded in Jiang Yun's mind, was he the one playing the harmonica?

He strode up to the rooftop, pushed open the rusty iron door, and the cold winter wind was blowing in his face. He shivered, and then walked to the source of the sound on the right.

Going around a rectangular concrete pillar, I saw a boy in white sitting on a high platform not far away.

That person was indeed Song Yu.

Song Yu likes to wear all kinds of sweaters, even in such a cold winter, he only wears an off-white hooded sweater.

He sat on the one-meter-high platform with his back straight, his long legs hanging, and his off-white clothes were covered with moonlight like water.

The thin curly hair is slightly raised, which is the most unruly posture of a young man.

He held a black harmonica in his hand, his lips were facing the hole of the piano, his slender fingers were dancing on it, and a sad tune was blowing out of his mouth.

Jiang fainted and just saw his silhouette. He was playing with his eyes closed and didn't notice anyone coming up.

Jiang Yun stood here and made a sound, listening to him playing quietly.

The piece he played, like a spring of water flowing through the years, could penetrate his heart and arouse the deepest resonance in his heart.

He would like to wander in this long river, waiting for the arrival of the other side.

Song Yu finally opened his eyes in the quiet other shore, looking at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, "Jiang Yun, it's you who came."

He put down his harmonica, and took out a small fluorescent stick from the pocket of his sweater. It was the fluorescent stick on the lollipops he had collected.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple, all kinds of colors have been collected by him.

He was sitting on the high platform, with the night wind blowing his hair, he broke off the fluorescent sticks one by one, and in an instant, the bright light burst out.

"Jiang Yun, do you think it's the fluorescent light in my hand that is bright, or the moonlight that day?"

There is no light on the rooftop, only a crescent moon and a few sleepless stars are shining hard, and the light stick in his hand looks small, but it also emits eternal light, which complements the moonlight in the dark blue night sky. struggle.

However, with just a few points of fluorescence, how can it fight against the moonlight that has never been extinguished for thousands of years?

It's just hitting a stone with an egg.

Just like their love, how can they resist the world?

However, he is still willing to step into this vortex.

Jiang Yun chose another answer, saying: "In my heart, you are the brightest."

"Whether the light outside is dazzling or dim, all I see is you."

The cold wind blew violently again, and Song Yu, who was sitting on the high platform, smiled at him who was rushing down from the merciless wind, but there was a bright tear in his dark eyes.

The class bell rang at this time, Song Yu jumped down from the high platform, sniffed, and did not respond to what he said just now, and returned to an indifferent attitude, "Let's go, class is over."

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After Song Yu moved away, every day was like a year.

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It's finally time for the winter vacation, Jiang Yun thought that he and Song Yu could spend a month at home, but on the first day of the winter vacation, he saw him carrying a drawing board and dragging a suitcase to go out.

Jiang Dao was stunned in front of the glass door outside his house. Seeing such a scene, he was terrified in his heart. He was the last person to see people leave, because he had seen too many people leave his side. When Song Yu held the salute and was about to leave, his throat suddenly tightened, and sadness immediately spread.

"Where are you going?"

Song Yu inside turned his head when he heard the voice, and was startled, and said, "I'm going to Beijing, and I'm going to take a school exam."

Beijing... Youzhou... is so far away from here.

Jiang Yun slowly walked in from outside the house, suppressing the melancholy that was about to overflow in his heart, and said softly: "When are you leaving? I'll see you off."

"Let's go now."

Jiang Yun came over and pulled up the black suitcase in his hand, then walked towards the door, "Let's go."

Song Yu was stunned, then immediately carried the drawing board on his back, and followed him out the door.The whole journey was silent, Jiang Yun didn't ask him how long he was going to stay, didn't ask him which school exam he was going to take, and didn't ask him when he would come back.

It was cold and windy on the street outside, Song Yu pulled up his collar a bit, and reminded him: "You pull up your collar too, don't let the wind blow your mind."

Jiang Yun just shook his head lightly, and said as he walked, "How? Where are you going?"

Song Yu said: "Take No. 25 first, then take the subway, and then take the plane."

Jiang was dizzy and said, "I'll take you to the airport."

"It's too far away, just take me to the bus station." Song Yu said.

Jiang Yun insisted, "I'll take you to the airport."

"Okay..." He couldn't persuade him, so he had to let him send it.

They waited for the bus at the tree-lined station not far outside the community. They used to wait for the bus at this platform when they went to school in the morning.

A trip to No. 18 stopped in front of it, and then drove away, just like theirs, coming and leaving soon.

They stood quietly in the howling cold wind and waited for the arrival of Route 25. Song Yu suddenly thought of something and said, "Jiang Yun, let's guess when we are 25, will it snow in Qingrong?"

"Ah??" Jiang was puzzled, what kind of weird idea was this?

Song Yu continued, "It's not that you don't know that there is basically no snow in our place. If it snows in any year, it will be a miracle. In my memory, it seems that only snow has fallen in the past 18 years. Let's go through two snowfalls."

Jiang Yun said slowly: "Then I guess...it will go down."

Song Yu burst into a bright smile, warming the cold wind around him, "I guess it will fall too. I really like snow, but it is really rare, the more I like it, the more I love it To, the more you can’t get it, the more you like it.”

"If it snows in 2022, let's meet." Jiang Yun stared at his brown pupils and said, his soft voice drifted away with the cold wind, and gradually dissipated on this street.

At this moment, the No. 25 bus drove over, and Song Yu turned around and smiled at him, and replied, "Okay."

Although he said "yes" on his lips, what he thought in his heart was that after seven years, the love in his heart might disappear with the annual rings.

By that time, he should no longer have the same thoughts about himself as he does now.

What's more, seven years later, it may not necessarily snow.

However, he is still so looking forward to snow after 2022, and he still wants to see him again.

After they took the bus, they switched to the subway. There were too many people waiting on this line. They queued up at the gate of the subway platform. The moment the subway came and the gate opened, the crowd was pushing forward. Song Yu dragged his luggage and was squeezed into the subway, but just as Jiang Yun was about to go up, the door closed.

The glass door closed, and he and Song Yu were separated by a glass door, inside and outside the car, two worlds.

The eyes of the two were still intertwined reluctantly, and Song Yu inside the glass door was waving at him, telling him to go back quickly.

However, Jiang Yun couldn't bear him, and clearly promised to send him to the airport, but he only sent him here.

However, now he has no way to catch up with him.

As the subway continued to move forward, the glass door slowly passed in front of him, and Song Yu's face also disappeared in his sight along with the light and shadow.

Standing here, he touched the mobile phone in his pocket, but he couldn't find it. For a moment, his head was short-circuited. He couldn't remember whether he had brought his mobile phone with him when he went out today.

Without a mobile phone, there is no way to contact Song Yu.

He stood here reluctantly, until the arrival of the next subway, he was still in a daze.

Looking at the crowd passing by him, one group of people got on the bus and left, and another group of people came to wait for the bus again, coming and going, over and over again, but no one stopped for him.

The train in front of him shuttled away again, like a flamingo with fiery red wings, flying into the dim sunset, to a place he couldn't reach.

I didn't expect the separation to be so fast. The words that said we would be separated after graduation came true ahead of time.

They have not yet graduated, and they have already tasted the taste of separation.

This feeling that the whole world is running around, and only he is standing still, makes him very helpless.

He is afraid of such fear.

Fear of time flying away, youth withering, and time leaving no one.

He was even more afraid that Song Yu would fly away with those fiery red wings, leaving him alone.

"Jiang Halo!" A familiar and loud voice suddenly came from behind, it was the sound of shuttle back from the light and shadow of the train.

He looked back suddenly, and saw a dazzling figure stepping down from the opposite train. He was carrying a drawing board, and he seemed to be slimmer, like an adult.

"Song Yu, why are you back?" Jiang Yun was so shocked that he even forgot to walk towards him.

"I'm afraid you'll be waiting for me here." Song Yu walked towards him with a smile.

Jiang Han looked at his smiling face in a daze, and the train behind him moved away like a conveyor belt again, without emotion.

It turns out that although time is ruthless, there is love in time.

Song Yu walked to his side and said, "Anyway, there's still enough time, so I'll come back and sit down with you. By the way, why did you turn off the phone when I called you?"

Jiang Yun raised his head for a moment, and poured back the tears that had just come out. He said, "Maybe I forgot my phone at home."

"Okay, if I don't come back, don't you want to stand here until the subway station closes?" Song Yu joked.

"No, I'm about to leave."

"cut."

Jiang Yun finally squeezed into the car this time, he sent Song Yu to the airport and came back alone.

While waiting for the bus, I met a few aunts who were also waiting for the bus, and they were discussing a topic.

"Oh, you don't know, that sister Zhang only took the bus for three stops just now, and the mobile phone was snatched away by someone else, you all have to be careful and put your bags on your back."

"Has this thief been so rampant recently?"

"It's amazing. She didn't know when the phone was stolen."

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Jiang Yun listened to their conversation, and recalled the bus he and Song Yu had taken before, there were so many people on the bus, shoulder to shoulder, his mind was always on Song Yu's leaving, and he didn't care at all. his cell phone.

never possible...

Now he really can't remember whether he brought his mobile phone when he went out in the morning, so he can only go home to look for it.

He rushed home as fast as he could, and when he returned to the bedroom, there was nothing on the desk, nor on the bed, nor in the living room outside.He was shocked at the same place, if there is no one at home, then he must have put it in his pocket in the morning, and Song Yu just said that the phone was turned off when he called him, he remembered that he had charged it last night, It's impossible to run out of power so soon.

There is only one truth, that is, his mobile phone may have been stolen too.