God said I would meet you

"Oh," Lin Jinyu said, "he is domineering and does a lot of evil."

Zhang Wenbin scratched his head: "It happened a long time ago... He has been studying outside for two years, and he has changed a lot. He treats you really well, and I don't care about you like my cousin. , Muse is not like this to Lalong, you don't know, Lalong is bullied by his brother twice every day.

"...It's not...it's not for the money. If it's really for business, just give me some food and a place to sleep... You know, there's no need to do this for money."

Lin Jinyu didn't speak.

15 years old is a hypocritical age, the emotions of puberty come and go quickly, everyone is arguing upside down for a second, as if it's either you die or I live, and the next moment you can forget these festivals and put your arms around each other's shoulders Smile more happily than anyone else.

In fact, he is not very sad anymore, but he is still holding his breath.

"Really, Zhang Xinli is very interesting to you. He usually doesn't talk much..." Zhang Wenbin said, "In fact, he did everything he could for you, but he just didn't say anything."

Lin Jinyu then remembered those scenes, remembering that when he got up every morning, Zhang Xinli was busy, but remembered the breakfast on the table; remembering that he always silently took away the dirty clothes he had changed, Never forced him to wash it; remembering he didn't want to read his composition himself and put it away, but still answered his questions...

Zhang Wenbin was still tirelessly talking to him. He felt confused, so he lowered his head and swiped his phone to avoid answering.

He clicked here and there on the phone, pressed in and out, back out and in again, and finally clicked blindly into the browser for some reason.

Black vertical lines danced in the search box, and there were several more entries in the search history somehow.

“What is the difference between Shanghai cuisine and Sichuan cuisine”

"How to make local dishes"

“What are the characteristics of Shanghai cuisine”

“What are the representative dishes of Shanghai cuisine”

“How to make Shanghai style sweet and sour pork ribs”

……

Lin Jinyu slid down one by one, and he clicked on each one to see the search results, and he read each search result seriously.

"So..." Zhang Wenbin's reserve of words has really been exhausted with such a long series of words over there. He is a bit at a loss for words, but he is still trying his best to organize his words: "So...you don't get angry, go home quickly, it's dark Now, your brother waited and waited for you not to come back, fearing that something might happen to you, he woke up half the village to look for you."

Lin Jinyu regained consciousness from the phone, and was taken aback: "?"

Zhang Wenbin said awkwardly: "Hey, it's okay, it's just us kids, I didn't tell the adults, I'm afraid it will be heard by your parents. I just came here to look for it, and I ran into you."

Lin Jinyu heaved a sigh of relief. It would be too embarrassing if his parents knew about this crap, and if it got into his parents' ears, they would know that he didn't listen to the arrangements when he was outside. If he ran away from home and fled privately, there must be no good fruit for him.

"Okay..." Lin Jinyu said, "I'll stay here for a while and I'll go back." He said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, go home quickly."

Zhang Wenbin didn't know whether he was telling the truth or a plan to delay the attack, so he dared to leave.In case Lin Jinyu pushed him away and ran away by herself, it would be another search.

He still wanted to do some more ideological work, but before he opened his mouth, he heard a very soft shout from a distance: "Xiaoyu."

Lin Jinyu raised her head abruptly, and saw Zhang Xinli holding a flashlight, walking towards them with the bright light.

That beam of snow-white light was like a needle piercing the night, and shone into Lin Jinyu's eyes. The stimulation of the light made his brain accustomed to the darkness suddenly wake up.

Zhang Xinli stepped on the weeds, broken bricks, and stepped on the uneven road, stepping deep and shallow in front of Lin Jinyu.

He took a photo, and after confirming that it was Lin Jinyu, he turned off the flashlight and squatted down in front of him.

It was a clear night with few stars, Zhang Xinli squatted at the same height as Lin Jinyu, and they were very close.

With the moonlight, Lin Jinyu could clearly see his eyebrows hidden in the night, his heroic nose bridge, and his eyes reflecting the faint light. His eyes were like deep pools of water.

Zhang Xinli sighed softly, and said, "Don't be angry, go home."

His tone was quite helpless. Although what he said was a sign of weakness, it somehow gave people a feeling of coaxing a child.

"Actually... I'm not angry," Lin Jinyu said, "The thing about the workbook was originally my fault. I'm... sorry, I hope you forgive me. But I didn't mean it. It was the cat that knocked over the Coke It's not that I deliberately used such childish tricks to trick you... Don't treat me like a child."

Zhang Xinli nodded, stood up and said to him, "Then you went back?"

Lin Jinyu nodded.

Zhang Wenbin heaved a sigh of relief on the sidelines, looking at this posture, this wave should be considered over.

Lin Jinyu made a gesture to stand up, Zhang Xinli extended a hand to him, probably wanting to use this "pull" action to bring an end to the quarrel.

Lin Jinyu also stretched out his hand, but instead of grabbing Zhang Xinli's hand, he patted his palm gently.

His fingertips brushed against Zhang Xinli's warm and slightly sweaty palm. Amidst the childish and crisp sound of impact, Lin Jinyu said, "Well...we have made peace for the time being."

He stood up, as if nothing unpleasant had ever happened, and walked home with Zhang Xinli.

This sudden quarrel seems to have been revealed in such an understatement.

Zhang Xinli lit the lamp in front, Lin Jinyu walked behind him, Zhang Wenbin also put out his cigarette, stood up to say goodbye to them, and prepared to go home.

When he got home, Zhang Xinli went to check the doors and windows. Lin Jinyu simply washed his face with cold water. When he entered the room, he saw the exercise book that had completed the task of adding fuel to the fire by "conscientiously" lying quietly on the dining table. In the cold moonlight, the Coca-Cola print looked like a dried blood stain.

It wasn't until this time that Lin Jinyu stopped to seriously examine the "peerless masterpiece" he had created indirectly for the first time.

The dirty place is the extended reading after the exercises, where there is a little poem by Neruda:

"Here I love you, and the horizon hides you in vain. In these cold things, I still love you."

Hey, Lin Jinyu thought: I'm so sorry, Neruda who loves to write love poems.But thank you too, because you bravely stepped forward, these dirty spots will not affect his homework.After all... you are just a humble, untitled extended reading.

After a peaceful night's sleep, Lin Jinyu heard the slight sound of dew dripping from the blades of grass in her sleep.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, Zhang Xinli was no longer in bed, and it was like this every day for several days.

He may be making breakfast, he may be chopping firewood, he may be feeding the livestock, he may be cutting rice in the field, and he may be doing laundry in the yard.

He could be doing anything, except in his sleep.

He still came into the house on time at ten o'clock in the morning and woke Lin Jinyu up on time, and told Lin Jinyu to turn off the lights and go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, but he didn't interfere too much with his other affairs, and he didn't talk about him reading idle books, and he didn't talk about it anymore. He can't do anything.

Lin Jinyu also seemed to suddenly become obedient and "knowledgeable". He no longer bothered Zhang Xinli with nothing else. Every day, besides walking cats and dogs, he just played with himself quietly in the room.

After lunch, Zhang Xinli would go back to his room to read his homework, while Lin Jinyu would take a nap on one side of the bed. He slept until three or four o'clock. When he woke up, Zhang Xinli was often still at the desk. It was quickly turned over, and the extended reading in the exercise book changed in a few days, from Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina" to Exupery's "The Little Prince", and then to Lu Yao's "Ordinary World".

Sometimes Lin Jinyu would go over to take a look curiously, but would not speak to him, and then went out to drink water, bask in the sun, play with the dog, and wait for dinner.

After dinner, Zhang Xinli had to go out to do other things. Zhang's father and mother were not at home, so he had to do everything by himself during this time.

After the two of them washed up in the evening, when they were lying on the same bed in the cool night breeze, Lin Jinyu counted, and the two of them usually didn't say more than five sentences in a day.

Then Lin Jinyu would carefully cover the corner of the quilt with the towel, lie upright on the side of the bed, and repeatedly warned herself not to cross the [-]th parallel!Don't cross the [-]th parallel!I fall asleep with my thoughts, and then the long, unbearable night passes, the sun rises, and the cycle repeats itself.

In such an atmosphere where the well water does not interfere with the river water, Lin Jinyu spent several days bored.

A delicate but fragile balance has been reached between the two, and no one will interfere with their own business to break it.

If this trend of "respecting each other as guests" continues, the greatest possibility is that Lin Jinyu will count the days in this backwater and backcountry for 31 days, and then at the end of the summer vacation, he and Zhang Xinli will bid farewell politely and distantly, and then go back to the distant Shanghai alone, never to be together again. No more intersections.

There are countless crossroads in a person's life, but people are often ignorant when they stand at the crossroads.

Just when Lin Jinyu thought that her summer vacation would always be spent in such a state of boredom, lack of passion, and copy-and-paste, the crossroads had come silently.

The flapping of the wings of a butterfly on the other side of the ocean can trigger a hurricane on the far coast, and the falling of a drop of dew on a flower petal may cause a seed buried in the soil to take root and germinate. A small wave is about to appear in Lin Jinyu's life. A small fish deviates from its original course, which causes the aftermath of his swimming to intersect with another fish, and they will get closer and closer, crossing currents, waterfalls and canyons, to touch each other's scales.

The wave started with an invitation from Laron.