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Varsity Games (3)

I can't see you in the crowd, and the only thing that stays with me to the end is the shadow, I see it collapsed, but it never cries.Strong is always there.

An Xiaomu's eyelashes drooped gradually, and the lost emotion left her body. She lost her voice. A long time ago, the cicada had only its husk, and the withered and yellow breath swept across her ankles. , hair tip.It is always such a warm bondage. When I passed out, I thought it was happiness.

She woke up, once again, insomnia in this early autumn, where ginkgo trees stood forever in rows, with green leaves and white fruits.

Her pupils couldn't see so clearly, and her glasses were still on the table, but she could only see dark green and gray, like someone.

The cheers were far away, as if it had nothing to do with her. They both hated being out of place, like their absence when they celebrated, and their stupidity when they parted.

She moved the table under the ginkgo tree and continued to reassure herself that she was fine.

Is it strength or deceit? At this time, even Ah Q's spirit is so short-lived. She lowered her head and stared at the leaves on the ground. Maybe she is the leaves in front of her. It doesn't matter, no one cares about the humble self.

In a blink of an eye, the wind took away a lot, but brought nothing. The taunting leaves were quietly suppressed under her feet, and her shadow could be seen collapsing.

The leaves 'Sasa Sasa' on the tree are swinging, wandering, and time surrounds them.

"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu." Their trembling voices resembled two voices, both calling her name, one was cool and soft, the other was warm and wrinkled.

It seemed that in the afternoon, the boy said that his arms were light and nothing special, but that was enough.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is still wafting, it smells very good, thick and faint like scorched sunlight.I don't know when the white and soft catkins will float.

Suddenly a strange figure appeared in her mind, she was startled and woke up, who is that?

He still fails to show up, her bangs are wet, and her thoughts are short.

"Why are you here, hurry back to the classroom, today's sports meeting is over." A girl came to him panting and said angrily.

It seems that a long time ago, a boy told himself not to wait for someone. After a long time, she knew that it was Wang Yuan. It was raining heavily and the sky was very dark that day.And what she was waiting for was En Xiaoyu.

Could it be that anyone she can't wait for will leave her, like En Xiaoyu, like a bamboo horse, like Yan's.

"I'll wait for someone." An Xiaomu looked at the place where Wang Yuan disappeared.

"Wait for Wang Yuan? Don't be stupid, he's going to record a show."

This kind of scene is also like the romance in an idol drama, but what's so romantic about it, it's just bleak.

"It's okay, I'll wait a little longer."

It was so far away at that moment, the burning clouds in the sky disappeared, and the school door was left open, maybe to let her out, maybe to let him in.

At this time, An Xiaomu would rather be crowded than be alone, feeling a bit like a tramp.Only the shadows are willing to look directly at themselves.