I can’t remember which book I saw that sentence in.
Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. The sky was still blue and the sun was still bright, just like last year and countless summers many years ago.
It's just that he seemed to have had a dream.
Faintly, I woke up from five years ago, passed by three years ago, and then woke up in this same bright summer.
Later that day, he did not cry in front of Lai Lai.
In front of Teacher Zhang, in front of Xiuxiu and Cheche who had returned from school, he smiled at them just like yesterday, as if Tian Jingjing had never been here and that list had never existed.
He was still just learning to make vegetable pancakes with Lai Lai very seriously.
Later that day, my father and mother rushed back at noon.
Seeing a table full of people, surrounding a pot of vegetables, holding vegetable pancakes and eating happily, she smiled happily. My mother smiled and said, Xiao Rui and Lai Lai have grown up.
Then my mother said to Teacher Zhang, thank you Brother Zhang for educating them so well.
Teacher Zhang repeatedly waved his hand and said, "Let's sit down and eat together. If we don't eat, we will be gone. These little guys have an amazing appetite."
Liu Ruixuan saw his mother and father clearly, walked to the side with a smile on his face, washed his hands, and sat down.
Later that day, Xiuxiu and Cheche went back to school.
Teacher Zhang also left. Before leaving, he did not take out the list brought back from the town education office from his briefcase.
Mom and dad tidied up and went out with the cart again in the afternoon.
He habitually sat under the grape trellis in the yard.
Under the grape trellis in July, the fruity aroma is astonishing, and that sweet and familiar song floats in the air. The light blue color in front of your eyes can make people feel a kind of peace, a kind of softness, and make them feel like drinking.
Drinking fine wine is like entering a dream.
Lailai touched his arm gently and sat next to him.
Only then did he come back to his senses.
A gust of wind blew by, and the emerald-green vine leaves were swaying lightly above the head.
It seemed as if something had fallen down and floated onto his face.
I raised my hand to pick it up and found a piece of green and slightly yellow leaf. I held it in my hand and looked at it again and again. Suddenly I remembered the sentence: Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
When I lowered my head, I discovered that the fallen leaves had already formed a thin layer on the ground. It turned out that the youth of this leaf had passed away, so no wonder the fruity fragrance was already strong.
He suddenly remembered Teacher Zhang's low and slightly hoarse voice from before.
At that moment, his heart that was so sad and wanted to cry was suppressed in an instant.
The saddest thing is not him, he just missed the opportunity to see his cousin again.
Maybe, this summer, my cousin will suddenly appear again.
Or maybe my cousin suddenly received another letter.
And what about Teacher Zhang? What did he lose? The failure of hope and the guilt for himself.
He once heard his mother say some things about Teacher Zhang, but he was too young to understand them before. Now, thinking about it, Teacher Zhang was actually the one who was hurt the most by these blows.
However, Teacher Zhang still educates them with good intentions and helps them realize their little dreams.
But, what about Teacher Zhang’s dream?
Who can help Teacher Zhang? It’s just them, a group of students who want to work hard and make progress?
What about Teacher Zhang, who has been cheering and cheering him through rain and wind?
Who will comfort you when you are hurt again and again?
Liu Ruixuan looked outside the courtyard door and saw that Teacher Zhang had already gone away.
He won't cry, no matter how sad he feels, he won't cry, at least not in front of Teacher Zhang.
Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.
I have forgotten where I saw it. When you feel uncomfortable, you can raise your head slightly and pretend to look at the blue sky leisurely, and your mood will calm down.
The sun shines through the green leaves and vines in tiny fragments of time.
The grapes on a shelf are either green or slightly purple, and are particularly crystal clear in the sun.
He just sat under the grape trellis, looking up, watching the wind pass by and occasionally blow down the leaves.
The leaf seemed to be begging for mercy, and gently fell on his lap. When he looked down, he felt a chill in his neck, and it turned out that it was another leaf.
They fell one after another, on our heads, on their feet, on their shoulders. In such a light, soft and fragrant leaf rain, he suddenly found that he seemed to be falling asleep.
Somewhat lazy and tired.
Come on, Xiao Rui, are you okay?
Liu Ruixuan gently waved his hand to Hu Lai, saying it was okay.
Oh. Lai Lai responded, sat quietly beside him, and stopped talking.
Later, I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to really fall asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already set, and a crescent moon was already hanging in the corner of the yard.
The hazy first quarter moon and the few stars flashed in the silent night sky.
The night is as quiet as an ink moonlight picture, using calm tones and light brushstrokes to outline and trace, giving it a slightly familiar flavor.
Then, he opened his eyes in such a quiet night, saw the gray night, and thought of the past summer, when the grass was slightly green, the blue sky and the pink sunshine were very fresh, or very peaceful.
Not knowing who was confiding to whom, he heard both deep and shallow expectations and loneliness. Or was it a drop of rain falling on the heart of the flower, and secrets began to appear throughout the summer?!
Lai Lai fell asleep next to him, leaning against the grape trellis, sleeping soundly.
He took some clothes from the house and covered Lai Lai.
I looked around and found that Xiuxiu and Cheche were not back, and neither were my mother and father?
I walked out of the courtyard quietly and looked around, but there was no one there.
The entire village was also silent in the rising moonlight, with tall poplars and occasionally one or two leaves falling with the wind, like those slow-motion scenes in the film of memory that are slowly picked up and spliced.
He suddenly remembered that May two years ago, through the rain and fog at 7 o'clock in the morning, crossing a three-kilometer dirt road, Teacher Zhang led him all the way south.
Opening his eyes in the gray rain, he smiled in the silent rain, did the questions, and then confidently waited for the results to be announced.
Pass through memories, pass through childhood, and move forward.
Later, he began to be alone on the road and became silent. He became more persistent, with clear eyes and a relaxed expression, as if no one was around.
Many years later, he was walking alone on the road, carrying a big suitcase, just like he had dreamed of many years ago. Occasionally, a fellow traveler would help me, smile and thank me, and then we would go our separate ways.
.asxs. It's far away, and the destination is unknown. No one is waiting for him, so he no longer cares about rushing to arrive. He delays his youth on the road, like those nameless flowers, extremely gorgeous.
He, finally, walked alone from Liujia Village to the distant Jingyun.
No more fear.
However, I suddenly forgot why I came to Jingyun in the first place.
During the three years at Zhenxi Middle School, he was still the best in everyone's eyes, and he was still the favorite of all the teachers. In the end, he defied everyone's opinions, insisted on what he had seen, and came to Jingyun.
Oh no, I came to Yunling Middle School next door to Jingyun, passing by Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
Xiao Rui, look at Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
When my mother said that.
He thought that he would be miserable and feel distressed.
However, he just smiled slightly and his nose was slightly sore.
Later, three years later, when he passed by twice a month, he no longer had the sore nose at the beginning, because he knew that his cousin was no longer in the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
Just like Teacher Zhang was no longer his teacher three years ago.
In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed since our first acquaintance.
In eight years, it seems that nothing has changed, but it seems that a lot has changed.
He came to Yunling Middle School to study.
Come and go to Officer Command School.
There is still no news about my cousin. There is no news about my cousin for a long time.
In other words, since that summer three years ago, no one would mention his cousin in front of him.
Xiuxiu didn't mention it again, Cheche didn't mention it, and Lai Lai didn't mention it either.
Everyone seems to agree on it, but also seems to be deliberately avoiding it.
No one mentioned my cousin, and even when my father mentioned Jingyun, he changed it to the word "city".
He smiled and said nothing.
There is a dream that has gone far away, in that early summer...