Flowers bloom under the low wall

Scattered winds scatter a bundle of fallen leaves into the air like a golden cloud.

In fact, autumn comes sooner or later every year, and the changes of seasons every year always leave the deepest and deepest traces in the school.

The time in school is always arranged so full, and the imprints of those seasons that have not yet faded will create uncomfortable hairs on these people who are most sensitive to time.

Yu Xi waited at the leftmost window of the cafeteria for a piece of sauce pancake. When he came out, the setting sun had completely shrunk the golden light, and it was evening before he returned to the classroom. It was late autumn.

Night seldom falls before he returns to the classroom. These seemingly non-existent fluff of time always remind him to hurry up and complete the tasks in this time period. Go back immediately as usual.

Yu Xi walked back to the southwest corner of the playground for the third time. This place is facing the direction of the northeast wind. The wet wind will turn the fine sand in the sandpit to the outside, and it will fall into the passers-by inadvertently. in the shoes.

So few people go here.

When he was seventeen or eighteen, he always liked to take friends with him when traveling, in twos and threes. It was rare for a person to be out of place in the crowd, but when he was still a teenager, he suddenly had a world that he wanted to cherish alone. The world can have nothing to do with him.

Yu Xi was probably also this type of person. He seemed to be walking around under those half-bare trees with no intention or special concern. From the gap between the trees, he could still see a group of boys playing ball and booing not far away.

The tallest boy jumped up from beyond the three-point line and slammed the ball straight into the basket with force and skill. The sound of the collision rippled through the trembling of the basket, and the air seemed to splash invisibly into a huge bouquet of roses.

By the time Yu Xi realized it, he had subconsciously photographed it.Lin Yi also plays like this, but he is more casual, laughing openly when shooting, and whispering softly in the heat that has not yet recovered.

It's just that Lin Yi doesn't know how to play in the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School. Besides, Yu Xi's impression of him wearing a school uniform is still in the earliest days, when Lin Yi stood on the low wall and turned his head to gesture.

Yu Xi only ate half of the pancake. He doesn't like this kind of sauce pancake. In fact, it's hard and thick, and it's uncomfortable to bite. It's just that buying this can shorten the meal time as quickly as possible.

That piece of cake didn't eat much in the end, it quickly cooled down in the autumn wind.Yu Xichu stood in front of the trash can, folding the packaging bags with a wandering expression, the trivial sound of those papers being folded became more and more obvious amidst the distant cheers.

There is a basket full of maple leaves in the trash can. The maple leaves in life are not as beautiful as those in literary works. Usually, the red ones are rarely beautiful, and more are waxy yellow with a little wormhole.

But when they are piled together like this in handfuls, they suddenly smell like a gift.

Yu Xi looked at the big bucket of maple leaves, and finally wrapped up the dirty bag and put it in his pocket.

People are sentimental when they are young, and some people may be gentle to some things that no one notices, which seems a bit silly.

But if someone is here, maybe he will do something even more stupid, such as holding a large handful of fallen leaves and giving it to him as a real gift.Yu Xi thought for a while about that person's smile, such a bright and exuberant smile, might really match the No. [-] Middle School in Autumn.

He used an insignificant bucket of fallen leaves to find a reason for himself that he thought was sufficient. He put his hand into the pocket of the dry and rough jacket, squeezed the hard shell of the mobile phone inside, and hooked it out with a little effort.

Yu Xi simply leaned behind the bald tree, holding his mobile phone high up close to his face, squinting his eyes as if admiring some pictures, the lines at the end of his eyes blended together softly, and there seemed to be a misty mist floating on his pupils.

Distant lights cut straight across the shoulders, revealing the sheer plush edge of the scarf's right side.

The young man stood in the shadow, and sent a voice message in the only ball of light: "Your test center for the entrance exam, is it in the middle school?"

After about a few minutes, there was no movement on the other side, and Yu Xi began to regret setting the rule of "talking after eleven o'clock".

The light above his head turned on slowly from weak to strong, and he could see the name of a certain star on the street light that he didn't know which class of students had scratched with a knife.

Almost all the lights on the campus path were turned on, and this place was no longer a hidden corner. Yu Xi walked towards the brightly lit teaching building. On the way, he couldn't help but checked his phone twice, but there was no reply from the other side.

When he got up the stairs, several boys ran and jumped down from the top. Yu Xi hurriedly put away his mobile phone, turned sideways to make way for the yelling people, and watched them hit a tall boy with a ball and disappear on the stairs. Only then did he look back up.

There was a figure standing in the backlight at the top of the stairs. Yu Xi's eyes were sore. His vision was suddenly blurred from reading papers for a long time and staying up late.

He squinted his eyes, and in his field of vision, the edge of the black shadow shrank violently twice, and the gradually clear outline made him quickly recognize the other party, it was Bai Ling.

Tomorrow is the first day of the exam. The exam room has been arranged before the last class tonight. The first 10 minutes of evening self-study is reserved for students to move books, so there will be people coming and going in and out of the corridor. The place to walk is very tight.

Bai Ling was stuck in a corner where she could barely stand. Usually, she rarely came to the third year of senior high school. Except for the occasional few encounters on the road, Yu Xi almost never saw her again.

Maybe her brother's troubles have been relatively serious recently, and it is inevitable for others to worry.

Yu Xi went up, bent down behind Bai Ling, and conveniently carried the stack of books behind her to the steps. The movement of putting it down was relatively loud, and Bai Ling immediately reacted, "Thank you, ah, Brother Yu, you are here."

Yu Xi made room for her, raised his eyes and glanced over when he heard this, "Are you looking for me?"

"Yes, that's right," Bai Ling quickly took out a packaging bag, holding the rope of the decorative bag with one hand, dragging it with the other hand, and brought it over honestly, "I'll go to the canteen behind the dormitory. There is an aunt at the north gate who asked me to hand it over. your."

"Auntie?" Yu Xi took the bag and didn't realize it for a while.

"Yes," Bai Ling shook her hand. Yu Xi saw a white chain protruding from the cuff of her jacket, and the starlight was reflected on her wrist. Before she could see the whole picture, the other party said slowly, "It looks so fashionable, Is it Brother Xiao Yu from your family?"

Yu Xi realized something and didn't know how to answer it.

In fact, he doesn't really have a home, a place where he can put his cherished people in, a long-lasting and warm place, which makes him feel very powerless.

The rope of the packaging bag was pressed against Yu Xi's fingers, and the protrusions on the surface of the knot were very soft. This familiar touch made all of Yu Xi's senses focus, and countless memories rolled into his mind.

For example, on a hot day, he would lie on the counter and wear the ropes of these packaging bags boredly, and pedestrians came and went outside the window.

He did the same ordinary thing all morning, watching the people who went to work yesterday still going to work today, and the children who appeared outside the window throwing tiles yesterday were still throwing tiles there today.

For outsiders, what they saw was just the two teenagers chatting in the window yesterday, and they are still chatting there today.

One is doing simple packaging with a wandering look, and the other is unpacking the packaging box he has made, and winding the decorative ropes, like a mischievous cat.

In Sister Yinwan's shop, these ropes had been wrapped around that person's fingers countless times. He still remembered clearly what kind of shape they were, and the content of the chats when they were wrapped around each place.

Yu Xi lowered his head and saw that the packaging bag in his hand was indeed the one in Sister Yinwan's store, but it was not the fresh and bright light color in summer, but deep brown and quiet crimson. The trademark on the bag is also the words "pure love".

Yu Xi grew up safely in his own small world, and suddenly someone came in like this. It was quite reasonable and seemed legitimate to know what jobs he had, who he met, and what he liked to eat. What.

Chen Zeli explored these very sensitive places back and forth, and Yu Xi only felt a strong uneasiness of being offended.

He didn't show much emotion, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Bai Ling, then unzipped the jacket with one hand, "Are you going on vacation after the first evening self-study?"

Bai Ling was provoked by this "descriptive holiday", she made a gesture of wanting to cry, and then laughed, "Then I'll go back first, brother Xiaoyu, goodbye."

"Well, bye." Yu Xi's voice was very soft, but the hoarseness was obvious.

Usually the last evening self-study students before the exam are quite extreme. They either take out a novel and plan to play it through the night, or arrange a row of materials and plan to die overnight.

Class [-] is obviously mostly the latter.

After Yu Xi said goodbye to Bai Ling, the classroom had been studying quietly for a long time, and he entered through the back door carrying the packing bag without making a sound.

The bright lights cast dizzying white light, while the autumn wind coming in from the window was still bone-chillingly cold.

The seat was pulled wide open, and Zhisang was dragged to some unknown position. Yu Xi glanced over and couldn't find it, so he stopped looking around, put the bag on the window sill, and pulled out a stack of materials.

Coincidentally, it was not the function problem he wanted, but the professional form that Hua Youzhi so-called "secretly" sent to the top ten students.

The school wants to know the general direction of the eugenics, and the teachers want to use the college's professional scores to motivate the students, but these are not what Yu Xi cares about.

He glanced at "Clinical Medicine", pressed his fingertips on the "5+3" eight-year education system written on it, and on the left was the olive branch of his mother who had "married into a wealthy family".

Hua Youzhi came in from the front door with the textbooks in his arms, but Yu Xi had already pulled out his phone.

He hopes that everything will be peaceful, such as Lin Yi and Chen Zeli, such as the college entrance examination, such as all the variables that require him to grow up quickly, he is afraid that if he is not careful, all the barely built warmth will fall apart.

Yu Xi hid his hands in the belly of the table, and added a sentence after the voice, "What do you think of clinical medicine?"

These voices and texts were all left in a cold late autumn evening self-study, but some people will remember them for real. Every key is like knocking on the heart, so violent that it resounds loudly.

Boy, I just want to chase a gust of pink wind in the field with him.

The author has something to say:

To be honest, this book is actually quite immature in many places, and I think it is very bad when I read it myself, so that I have the idea of ​​giving up.

But I didn't expect anyone to like it. Looking back, it's because I really gave my heart, so I feel stupid when I recall it. But when I grow up, I realize that those experiences that we think are stupid and stupid, It is precisely the most precious thing.

It’s been a long time since I’ve stopped updating. I’m really thankful to the readers who fished me out of the river, and to those who have always liked "Flowers Blooming Under the Low Wall". Maybe there are very few people who have seen me, but I really do. I have actually done such a thing that brings warmth to others, which may be the most important thing to me.

Life is indeed busy now. The epidemic has disrupted many things, but people cannot follow the vortex of the current situation. Those who should move forward are still unhindered, whether it is life or writing.