He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest. Even though his clothes were dirty, he looked like a child from a wealthy family...
None of his shoes were on his feet, and his white socks were dirty.
She stood next to him and looked at him for a long time. The young man suddenly opened his eyes in confusion and looked at her...
His eyes are more beautiful, and his pupils are as shiny as glass.
At that time, his eyes were wary and full of defense, like a wounded animal.
"you……"
She tried to talk to him, but the boy suddenly stood up from the ground, missing one shoe on his foot, and staggered forward.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei stood where he was, looking for the direction in his memory and walking towards the front.
At that time, she followed the young man in such a mysterious way, following him closely, following his figure, leaving a short distance...
He never said a word to her, walked forward alone, and fell down in embarrassment in front of her countless times...
After falling down, the young man stood up again and started walking again.
Fall down and stand up again.
She just watched him repeat those actions without helping him. She just followed him with curiosity, following him along the black highway line.
She vaguely remembered that she walked and walked with the boy until the dawn sky became brighter and brighter.
The sky at that time was cleaner and clearer than now, with the most beautiful colors.
Unknowingly, Jiang Weiyi walked a long way alone, following the memories in his mind, and his two slender legs slowly stopped beside an independent red-walled house by the sea...
It's been so many years.
This house built privately by fishermen has not been demolished yet?
At that time, the mute boy fell down in front of the house. With a "bang", he fell to the dirt floor, covered in dirt, and never stood up again.
"Wow..."
The sound of waves blowing on the distant seaside was exactly the same as that time.
As if the scene was reappearing, Jiang Weiwei turned his head and looked at the sea in the distance. The water was not blue, but gray. There were many fishing boats operating, and the sound of "boom, boom, boom" was louder than before...
"boom."
Jiang Weiyi walked forward, hesitated for two seconds, raised his hands and pushed towards the door.
The door was unlocked, and she easily pushed open the old wooden door. A lot of dust fell on the door, as if it was a door that had been sealed for a long time.
The moment the door opened, the box of memory was also opened, and everything returned to her mind...
Nothing in the red-walled room has changed.
It's still the same spring bed, that old locker, and even the green hot water bottle seems to be in exactly the same place as before...
On the wall with faded paint, there are a few pieces of yellowed paper, which are paintings.
It was such a mess and dark that it was difficult to understand what it was. She had never understood these paintings since she was a child.
It turned out to be Xiang Yutian.
She remembered that he loved painting at that time.
At that time, she took care of him for three days.
Every day, she walked a long way to bring the porridge cooked by her grandma from home to give it to him so that he would not starve to death.
He always sat in the corner, not sleeping on the bed. He sat there with his knees crossed and his eyes looking straight at the ground. The indifference and defensiveness in his eyes were not what a young boy should have.
He maintained this stiff posture for three whole days.