She didn't come back for so many years, and the primary school was abandoned, and she didn't know.
She once spent her first girlish years in this elementary school. In my memory, the elementary school is still bright and beautiful, and even the slide at the door is bright in color.
And now, she is like a weathered and surviving old man, with a dark door open in the darkness, as if she has a mouth with front teeth, so lonely, so lonely...
Just like herself...
The uncle shook his head and sighed, "Okay, girl, if you want to go in, go in, I parked my car here, anyway, I'm a little sleepy, I'll take a nap here, you'll be within half an hour
Come back, remember to be careful!”
"Well, okay!" Huanyan got out of the car and walked in step by step, thinking in her heart that the uncle is such a good person and she cannot let his expectations down. She must have a good talk with Situ Chenjue when she goes back.
She walked into the primary school step by step. Although it was midnight, she didn't feel scared at all. Suddenly, many memories revived in her mind.
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At that time, this primary school was still so full of vitality.
At that time, she was not Ye Huanyan, who was physically and mentally disabled now. She was just a ten-year-old girl.
She wears braids and always wears old clothes because she buys new clothes for her sister every time she buys new clothes, but she doesn't care.
Whether the clothes are beautiful or not, it doesn’t matter whether they are new or not, as long as they are clean!
At that time, my sister had become a celebrity in the class, class leader, squadron leader, and brigade leader. She always wore little red flowers on her chest. In the eyes of the teacher, she was the best elementary school student.
And I like to be idle in class. I often go to class and see the little birds singing on the branches falling into deep thoughts.
How wonderful life was at that time!
There are not so many sufferings in life, there are not so many tortures, no tears, no worries...
By the way, remember there is a shop selling mung bean soup at the door!
The grandma who runs a shop has a surname Li!
Thinking of the mung bean soup shop, many memories poured into Huanyan's mind.
I remember that at that time, she often bought mung bean soup in the mung bean soup shop.
I remember one time, a famous little bully in elementary school bullied a teenager at the door of the shop.
At that time, the boy's face was dirty and splashed with mud. She didn't see clearly what he looked like, but she remembered his eyes.
Although she has never forgotten it after so many years.
That look was extremely indifferent, like moonlight.
No matter who is bullying himself, it doesn't matter at all.
Such a young boy actually had that look!
I don’t know how that little boy is now, I don’t know if he is doing well…
Huanyan slowly walked to the front of the teaching building, where there was a bulletin board with photos of previous graduates.
Through the moonlight, she vaguely saw her unclear face in the same period.
My sister stood in the center, proudly like a beautiful swan.
And I was only in the corner of the last row, like a shadow that was unnoticed.
But I like this very much. She doesn't like to pay attention to it. That will make her feel that she has no freedom and no sense of security.
The elegant fragrance drifted from the wind at night. Huanyan looked casually and saw white flowers blooming on the vines on the branches.
Is there an alias for this kind of flower called [Xiyan]?
The flower is as thin as a cicada's wings, and looks very weak, but it also has a posture of not admitting defeat.