I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Zhuang Wenyao chased after him like crazy.

His eyes were fixed on the paper plane for a moment, and he jumped up to grab it, his fingertips were only a line away from the wing.

A gust of wind blows, and the paper airplane is lifted up.

He was blown to tears by the wind, but jumped up again regardless, but still couldn't reach it.

Forced to look up, out of reach.

why? !

The paper airplane flew higher and higher with the wind, boundless, and suddenly flew to the ginkgo tree by the roadside, and got stuck on the branch.

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Mu Mian went inside without knowing it, followed him running out of breath, looked up, and said regretfully, "I can't play anymore now, what a pity..."

Before the words fell, the figure in front of him flickered and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the ginkgo tree in front of me shook rustlingly!

Mu Mian turned pale with shock: Zhuang Wenyao is climbing a tree!

She screamed: "Zhuang Wenyao! It's so dangerous, come down quickly!"

He jumped up the tree at once, turning a deaf ear to Mu Mian's reminder, climbing up joint by joint, stretching out one hand to reach it, tried several times, there was always a certain distance, and the trunk, which was not considered thick, had already been crushed by him bent.

Mu Mian was about to cry in fright, and kept begging: "Zhuang Wenyao, I don't want it anymore, come down quickly, okay..."

But he couldn't listen to anything, only the paper airplane was all he could see.

He held the tree trunk tightly with one hand, clamped his legs to keep it stable, and sprinted forward with his upper body, and finally touched the plane!

And the weight-bearing capacity of the branch was exhausted, and it was broken from the middle with a click!

There was a piercing pain in his ankle, but Zhuang Wenyao didn't care, holding the paper airplane tightly in his hand.

"Are you okay!" Mu Mian ran to him and squatted down, tears welling in her eyes, "Why did you do such a dangerous thing? What if you break it? I'll accompany you to the infirmary for a checkup!"

But Zhuang Wenyao didn't respond, he lowered his head, panting violently, his hands clenched tightly on the paper airplane trembled uncontrollably.Then, as if suddenly regaining consciousness, he hastily let go of his strength, held it cherished in the palm of his hand, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the fuselage.

It turned out that he clearly remembered every bit of his childhood, and he never forgot!From beginning to end, it's really just pretending!

And I was still foolishly making excuses for him, wishful thinking about him... how ridiculous!

The corners of Zhuang Wenyao's eyes were flushed, and his clean face was covered with traces of tears that had been dried by the cold wind.

Mu Mian looked at him sideways, not daring to take a breath, and poked him on the back lightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Zhuang Wenyao...what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." He carefully restored the paper airplane to its original state, and said in a hoarse voice while maintaining a half-curled up position, "It's getting late, you should go back."

"No!" Mu Mian blurted out anxiously, "I have to make sure you're all right! Let's go, let's go to the infirmary..." He stretched out his hand to help him up.

"Scared you?" Zhuang Wenyao avoided it calmly, and stood up by himself, "Look, I'm fine."

In order to prove what he said, he stomped his feet twice.There was almost shattering pain in his ankle and hip bone, which made him almost burst into tears, but he held on, pressing the paper airplane to his chest and heart with one hand, and clenched his fist tightly with the other hand, trying to make himself look good Natural, normal expression, can not see the slightest abnormality.

Mu Mian stared at the paper airplane, puzzled: He took it down from the tree with great difficulty, won't you give it to me?

"Let's go to dinner, I have to study by myself at night." He said.

"..."

Although Zhuang Wenyao tried his best to maintain a calm appearance, Mu Mian, who knew nothing about his inner activities, still had an illusion, as if the young man who was always full of vigor and high spirits had changed. He was always sincere and enthusiastic. The smile also becomes fragile, sad and distressing.

Is it because of the bleak autumn wind and the cool weather, or the scene of yellowing vegetation and wild geese flying south?He seems to have merged with Xiao Sha, who is full of eyes.

"Then let's go back together, shall we?" Mu Mian asked tremblingly.

At that moment, a deep sense of powerlessness hit Zhuang Wenyao's heart like a torrent.

He is so tired.

It's really tiring to maintain a decent and peaceful appearance.

"Classmate," Zhuang Wenyao turned his head, as if looking at the yellow leaves on the ground, but his eyes were out of focus, "I want to be alone for a while."

Mu Mian's eyes suddenly turned sour, and she bit her trembling lower lip, which was covered with a layer of nude lipstick, and the shape was fuller than usual: "Zhuang Wenyao, do you hate me?"

He shook his head: "No, it's my problem. Don't ask, okay?"

Mu Mian took two steps back, turned around and ran away.

Tears that had been accumulated for a long time fell from the eyes, and strings of pearls fell on the withered yellow ginkgo leaves all over the ground, bursting into countless fragments.

She is not a seasoned and experienced love veteran, a mature woman who can deal with the opposite sex with ease.

She was just an ordinary girl who fell in love with a beautiful boy and longed for the most pure and beautiful thing in the world——love.

When the figure disappeared at the end of the ginkgo tree, Yu Zhuang Wenyao was the only one on the whole path. He finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to his knees.

He clearly knew that today was October 10th, which was Shiyue's birthday.

……

A few years ago today, in the same late autumn, under the ginkgo tree, two boys were doing origami games around a stack of white paper.

Zhuang Wenyao was engrossed in studying the folding method of the paper airplane, but he still couldn't figure it out. He irritatedly threw the strangely shaped semi-finished products aside, and there were already countless balls of waste paper piled up around him.

He pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, turned his head to look at Shiyue who was concentrating on one side, and instantly put on a naive smile: "Xiaoyue~"

Shiyue was holding a short pencil tip, writing something on the inside of the paper airplane, when she heard the sound, she raised her head and looked at him with a smile: "Huh?"

Zhuang Wenyao leaned in front of him like a girl coquettishly: "How do you stack your paper airplanes? Teach me, okay~"

This trick was learned from his cousin Chi Yi.No matter what troubles she caused or what unreasonable demands she made, as long as she spoke like this, my aunt and uncle would have nothing to do with her.

But Shiyue didn't seem to like this, no matter how he swayed, he just shook his head with a smile.

"Oh, Xiaoyue~ You can teach me~~"

"No." Shiyue smiled meaningfully, "Only I can do it, A Yao can't do it."

"Why?"

"Because in this case, when A Yao wants to play, he can only come to me!"

"What, I'll look for you when I don't want to play..." Zhuang Wenyao flattened his mouth bored, but caught a glimpse of the paper airplane in Shiyue's hand, with a line of pencil writing written on the inside.

Curious baby online: "What did you write, can I read it?"

"En!" Shiyue handed it over generously.

"I hope mom won't cry anymore."

The font is delicate and immature, and the strokes are very light. It seems that it won't last long. It seems that a gust of wind can blow away the traces of graphite powder without a trace.

"What is this?" Zhuang Wenyao didn't understand.

"My birthday wish." Shiyue said.

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly choked up, didn't know what to say, hesitated for a while, and chose the latter between "Does Auntie often cry" and "Today is your birthday".

"Today... is your birthday?"

Shiyue nodded: "My mother told me. I heard that you can make a wish on your birthday. I want to make a wish with a paper airplane. I hope it can come true..."

Zhuang Wenyao felt sour for no reason.

Shiyue's family conditions don't seem to be very good.He has only seen toys that everyone of the same age has at Zhuang Wenyao's place.The annual birthday cake and candles seem to be impossible to have.In this case, his parents should be under a lot of pressure in life.

But so what?His Zhuang Wenyao's friends, even if they are poor and penniless, are still his favorites.He will never be biased against him because of family conditions or any other silly reasons.What's more, Shiyue has a family, parents who love him, and him, so every day must be very happy.

"Yes!" Zhuang Wenyao said loudly with great certainty, "It will definitely come true! Think about it, your way of making a wish is so special, it will definitely attract the attention of Santa Claus, and he will fulfill your wish for you!"

"Santa Claus?" Shiyue frowned, "But today is not Christmas..."

"Oh yes, I was wrong..." Zhuang Wenyao quickly changed his words, but couldn't remember who he should wish for on his birthday.

Shiyue was also confused by this question: "Yes, which god should I pray to on my birthday?"

Small head, big question mark.

When a gust of wind came, the golden tree shook gently and rustled.The sunset glow at dusk is like spilled spirits, and the gorgeous rays of light sprinkle generously on the canopy of the tree, and the mottled leaking out of the zigzag leaves outlines the slender figure of the boy, which is very dreamy.

At this moment, with this situation and this scene, Zhuang Wenyao felt blessed in an instant, his obsidian-like pupils shone brightly: "If you don't know who to make a wish to, then make a wish to the ginkgo tree!"

"Ginkgo Tree?"

"Well! If the leaves of the ginkgo tree turn yellow on the same day in the coming autumn, it means that your wish has come true!"

"Okay!" Shiyue was full of joy, and sent the paper airplane with wishes high into the sky.

Dusk, sunset, ginkgo road.

The boy was chasing the plane and the wind, and the ginkgo tree was flying past behind him. This golden path seemed to have no end.

……

In the evening, Zhang Rui, Zhang Yeran, and Zhu Finance returned to the dormitory. As soon as they opened the door, a strong smell of Yunnan Baiyao came over their faces.

"Pfft." Zhang Yeran wrinkled his face, waved his hands, saw Zhuang Wenyao sitting at the desk doing his homework, and asked, "Brother Yao, why didn't you go to study by yourself last night?"

Zhuang Wenyao turned around and stretched out his right foot towards him, his ankle was swollen like a steamed bun.

"Damn it!" All three of them were overwhelmed, "What did you do?"

Zhuang Wenyao lied casually: "I fell down the stairs."

Otherwise, what should I do, say that he climbed a tree and took a paper airplane and crushed the branch?Probably will be arrested as a fool.

"Did you go to the infirmary to see, didn't you hurt your bones?" Zhang Rui looked worried.

Zhuang Wenyao shook his jio left and right: "I've seen it, it's nothing serious, it's just a little soft tissue swelling, just take care of it."

Zhang Yeran: "I have an ice pack, can I use it for you?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "No, I've applied it all night. It's just that it's not convenient to get in and out of bed these two days, so I have to trouble you..."

Zhang Yeran is very smart: "I'll help you get into bed, right? No problem! I promise to serve you submissively..."

"Get out... Ah!" Zhuang Wenyao kicked him, hurting the enemy eight hundred and himself hurting one thousand, screaming in pain.

"Well, Zhang Rui, you get up early, bring Brother Yao's breakfast to the classroom, and pack lunch and dinner together." Zhang Yeran arranged the division of labor, "Finance and I are responsible for getting Brother Yao up and down the bed and downstairs. Question?"

Zhang Rui and Zhu Finance: "No problem!"

Zhuang Wenyao clasped his palms together on the top of his forehead: "Thank you everyone!"

Zhang Yeran: "How many times have I told you, don't be polite with your fathers!"

"From now on, you will all be fathers!" The big man is able to bend and stretch, and he will depend on these roommates for the next few days. When it's time to bow his head, he must bow his head.

Zhuang Wenyao thought of something again, and said, "Also, the All-Star game..."

"Your feet are swollen like basketballs, so don't play basketball!" Zhang Yeran looked regretful, "Oh, why did you fall at this time? So careless, what are you thinking? Lost your soul Like. Do you miss a little girl?"

No, it's the boy.

Zhuang Wenyao didn't answer.

"Really!" Zhang Yeran misunderstood his silence, "Look at how promising you are! Haven't you been chased by a girl before? You're so happy..."

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly lost his face: "Stop talking."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yeran was sensitive at times, but at other times he was a bit overbearing, just like now, he still refused to give up the topic of "little girl", "It didn't work?"

Zhuang Wenyao's face turned cold again.

Zhang Rui hurriedly dragged the person away: "Brother Ye, you said you have an ice pack, can you lend me one?"

Zhang Yeran's attention was quickly diverted: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Rui: "During the evening self-study, my head was a little hot, maybe I had a fever..."

"Let me take a look." Zhang Yeran held Zhang Rui's face against his forehead. He had a cold anyway, so he wasn't afraid of catching it. "Tsk, it's a little hot, but it shouldn't matter. Let's take your temperature first. Brother Yao Use your thermometer—"

Zhu Finance: "I'll find it for you!"

The medicine box was placed in the public area behind the dormitory, and the sound of the three people's busy conversation gradually faded away.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhuang Wenyao took a shower, washed out his camouflage uniform, changed into pajamas, and forced himself to concentrate on his studies.Now that the homework is almost finished, there is still a big competition question that has not been moved at all, but he can't read a single word.

Frustratingly folding the test paper in half and throwing it aside, he took out his phone from the drawer and sent a message to Youwei:

Yao: [/picture (Jio of him swollen into steamed buns)]

Yao: [Miss Wei, I'm sorry, I sprained my ankle when I went down the stairs this afternoon. ]

It's not too late to pick up flowers in the morning: […]

It's not too late to pick up the flowers at night: [You're hurt a little bit badly]

It's not too late to pick up the flowers in the morning: [Take care of them, don't come to the radio station for the next two days]

It's not too late to pick up the flowers in the morning and evening: [Sick, sick, injured, it seems that my old bones are going to come out of the rivers and lakes again! ]

Yao: [/hand over]

After exiting the chat interface, Zhuang Wenyao saw the top of the message list at a glance.

Lu Zhiheng.

Forgot when it was set.

Obviously only sent a message once, but set him as the same as his family.

I subconsciously clicked in, and the news was still on the night when the new results of the press team were announced, so I said good night.

The time in the upper left corner shows 25:5, the lights will be turned off in [-] minutes, and one and a half hours will pass today.

I wonder how he spent his birthday this year?Do you have cake and candles?What wish?

Wait, wish?

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.Zhuang Wenyao hurriedly found the paper airplane from the drawer, as if he was holding some valuable and fragile item, or he seemed to be spying on some secret that did not belong to him, he moved clumsily and cautiously, unfolding the paper airplane bit by bit, But not fully unfolded to make sure it can return to its original shape.

On the inside of the fuselage, there is a line of very light pencil writing.

"Everytime we say goodbye, Idiealittle."

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Warm reminder: don't climb trees!Dangerous action, please do not imitate.