1

Gu of the ancient prose class of the College of Liberal Arts fell in love.

How to describe the explosion of this news? Maybe it's like the first spring thunder, which rumbles and shocks people, and bugs crawl out, which is too lively and prosperous.

Good people are whispering, who is Gu?

Someone replied, "It's a girl from the College of Literature, nicknamed Little Dragon Girl from the Ancient Tomb School."

However, the parties are at a loss. When Qi Ming was reading in the library, he received a short message from Chen Jiaming and almost stood up. He stood outside the window of the tea bucket, which was the last and best time of the day, an aria of youth.

The setting sun seems to have been cooked by thick soup. He narrowed his eyes comfortably, and his brow was disdainful. He asked, "Do you promise or not?" How can there be such a loyal and bluffing person in the world?

Like a pupil who just put on three bars.

So Qi Ming nodded his head. So light, as if to refuse. However, she really agreed.

2

Girls around Chen Jiaming, like the soap opera "Golden Eight", never stop. Moreover, it is widely rumored among boys that he has a "fragrance catalogue", and when to catch up with which one, the handwriting is as correct as writing a life plan. He regards love as collecting stamps.

These are very clear, she even knows that his sudden pursuit of her is just a joke with his friends. The night they bet, she was also on the playground, hiding in the night, and heard his joking voice, "Then I will overcome the most difficult level before graduation."

They walked away, and she slowly squatted down with her hands around her knees. The night is as cool as water, and the runway in the old campus is still paved with cinders, which sets off the white and rich magnolia. The scene is beautiful, but there is no one around. Her heart is beating violently, jumping with joy and sadness.

Then I received his short message, his flowers and his date invitation the next day. Qi Ming didn't respond enthusiastically, but she arrived as promised and put on her best skirt.

Dating is actually very old-fashioned, eating together and then walking back, occasionally talking, all asking and answering, most of the time silent. Qi Ming thought, "He must think I'm bored."

So I went to the school gate speculatively, and an old woman was selling pomegranate with a bamboo basket. Qi Ming wants to pick some back to the dormitory and put them on the bed. But Chen Jiaming is here, so it's always bad to make him pay. So I walked over without looking at anything else, and I planned to fold it back and buy it myself.

However, Chen Jiaming said, "Buy some. I also like pomegranate. "

So they bought a big bag and sat on the steps of the gym peeling pomegranates to eat. Very sour, eat with relish. Chen Jiaming said: "When I was in primary school, there was an old pomegranate tree outside the classroom window, which was particularly beautiful when it was in bloom. I couldn't help walking away to see it. The teacher made me stand as punishment. However, doing homework, sleeping under the pomegranate tree, waiting for parents to pick it up, that time is really hard to forget. "

Qi Ming smiled. "My primary school also has a pomegranate tree. I also like doing my homework and taking a nap under the tree. I also stole small red flowers and hid them in my school uniform pocket to take home. "

* * * The same topic made them a little warmer, and they shared their childhood memories of pomegranate trees. Chen Jiaming said with emotion: "Sure enough, every primary school has pomegranate trees, just like every high school has camphor trees and every university has buttonwood trees."

He didn't notice Gu's eager eyes dimmed.

That night just passed.

three

Qi Ming is such a girl: cold-tempered, clever, never strong, only looking at each other's chin when talking. Early to bed and early to rise, her routine is more regular than that of the elderly. Plus, she studied ancient Chinese, which made her even more depressed.

In fact, she is a girl with no taste. Luckily, she has a beautiful face. Some junior and senior high school students were shocked by their female classmates' eighteen changes and turned to chase her. She just smiled. "You've seen me ugly before, and I feel inferior in my heart."

She is not in love, and no one knows why.

However, Chen Jiaming is an exception. On the third date, she kissed him. Or, when he kissed her, she didn't refuse. Just cold hands and feet, absent-minded, like a serious illness. When he let her go, he held her hand, a handful of bamboo, cold and delicate. He smiled, "the first kiss? So nervous? "

She shook her head. "Not really."

Qi Ming's first kiss was in the fifth grade, and there was a teenager who liked to do his homework under the pomegranate tree. It was a midsummer evening, and only the two of them stayed at school waiting for their dead parents. The teenager finished his homework and fell asleep in the gazebo. He has no interest in talking to her. He is the class representative, monitor and leader. She is just a good student who sits quietly in the corner and has no good or bad class.

Such students are the most easily forgotten.

She doesn't know how she has the courage. Maybe the pomegranate blooms so well that she seems to die at any moment. She frantically imprinted her lips on the lips of teenagers. In three seconds, she panicked like a white rabbit hunted by herself and ran away.

Qi Ming told Chen Jiaming that she secretly kissed a boy she liked in elementary school, but the boy didn't know.

Chen Jiaming smile, "you that doesn't count. He has never kissed you like me. "

No, he didn't.

four

Their third date was full of parting sadness. Or at this time, the whole school is shrouded in the atmosphere of graduation. Chen Jiaming worked as an intern in a very good foreign trade company in Shanghai. She had to go there again to finalize the details of the contract before she could reply.

Qi Ming waited for him to say goodbye, but he didn't come. She thought: He has too many people to say goodbye to.

Until the early morning when he was leaving, he came to see her, stood in the crab-blue sky with a simple luggage bag and said with a smile, "My train is at nine o'clock. Let's go out for a walk. "

They went to the flower and bird market in the morning market, which was bustling and wet. He held her hand, not too hard or too heavy, but very gentle.

White gardenia, pink oleander, silvery-white goldfish, colorful unknown birds. Qi Ming walked, watched and walked, gradually forgetting the sadness in his heart. Like a harmless little green snake, quietly hiding in the green grass.

Chen Jiaming bought a small pot of fern and took her to breakfast. Boiling soybean milk and steamed bread are hot. They had a good time, and thin sweat was on their foreheads.

"This is for you, take good care of it. I will check it when I come back. " His eyes were fixed on her.

He meant that they wouldn't break up yet, but she pretended not to notice, said nothing, and accepted it quietly.

But something should be said. She thought for a moment and said, "Have a nice trip."

He looked away in disappointment. Maybe he imagined that she should be more enthusiastic.

She won't let him know how grateful she is.

five

On the fourth night of Chen Jiaming's trip to Shanghai, Qi Ming had a dream: in the dream, she was still fifteen or sixteen years old, with a short body and a white shirt from school. The material of the shirt is very thin, and you can clearly see the white underwear inside. However, there is nothing sexy, one across the butterfly bone and two across the scapula, both of which are thin and cold. She stood in the corridor full of sunset and published the grade blackboard newspaper. Step on the high stool, wipe it with the board, wipe some and move a little. Then a boy in a uniform shirt came down the stairs, carrying a heavy black bag and holding a can of coke and bread. He ran down a few steps, turned around, put the noodles in his mouth, took the eraser from her hand, and wiped the place where she couldn't wipe with some brushes.

Qi Ming looked at him for a few seconds. He has grown a lot, flush with the upper eaves of the blackboard. In the light golden sunshine, his facial lines are particularly soft. Hands up, your skin is crisp and thin, and you can clearly see two blue veins.

He wiped quickly and left a layer of dust on his hands. He looked at them helplessly, and the piece of bread in his mouth was very wronged. She handed him a paper towel, which was a light yellow package of Qingfeng brand French perfume.

He took it, vaguely said thank you, and ran downstairs. Qi Ming hurried to the corridor and could see his last figure.

He casually wiped his hands and threw away the paper towel and bread when he passed a panda trash can. Qi Ming saw the scene from a distance and felt indescribable sadness in his heart, just like being put into a lemon can.

It suddenly got dark.

She suddenly misses Chen Jiaming.

six

Qi Ming came to Shanghai for the first time. Such a large and exquisite city is like a piece of Wang Yang, while Chen Jiaming is like a transparent shrimp, which disappears as soon as it falls in.

His cell phone is turned off. The cold mechanical female voice made her uneasy. She took a taxi to Chen Jiaming's hotel and so on. When Chen Jiaming came back, she and a clever girl were a few steps behind. She staggered along with high heels in her hand, like a wired puppet. Alcohol makes her sweeter, just like a steaming cake in the oven.

Qi Ming felt pain. This girl is not a cake, but an overheated tofu stuck in her throat and a decadent cigarette extinguished in her chest.

Chen Jiaming's expression is that a dreamer is suddenly awakened. "Gu, why are you here?"

He called her "Gu" and kept saying three words. She smiled sadly and soon calmed down. "You haven't called for two days. I was worried that something would happen to you, so I came to you. "

"What will happen to me as a boy?"

"Well, I think too much." She bowed her head and gathered her eyebrows, and saw the girl's toes, ten nutmeg colors, so beautiful.

"Jia Ming, who is she?" The girl's voice is intoxicated.

"Mianmian, you go in first."

The door closed and Chen Jiaming came to hold her hand. His hand was cold and greasy in the night, like a thin snake, pestering her to try to explain, "she was my high school classmate and happened to meet her." We went to the bar, had a few drinks together, and then came up for a cup of tea to sober up. We are fine. "

She didn't speak, so he had to continue: "I was going to call you this evening." I was busy running around a few days ago. " I didn't expect you to come. "

She was so disappointed that she broke away from his hand in disgust, but he didn't hold it tightly either. "Just when I haven't been here. I will wait for you at school. " She turned and walked away, but naturally he didn't catch up.

seven

She lived in an international youth hostel, shared a bed in 65 yuan and lived with strange men and women. She's not scared at all.

Downstairs is the living room, and there is a soft sofa next to the French window. She nestled in it, slowly smoking a pack of cigarettes and drinking a can of beer. Like a dying veteran, it has a fierce past and a lonely today, all of which are bitter joys and sorrows.

People can live by memories. If she did, she could breathe by taking a sip of old carbon dioxide now. It was the graduation ceremony of primary school, and they stood on the cinder track and filmed graduation photo. The first row is squatting, the second half is squatting, the third row is standing, and the fourth row is standing on the iron shelf.

The sun was so hot that they narrowed their eyes. When the shutter flashed, some people laughed and some people were calm, while the teenager standing next to her had a stiff expression and a frown, which seemed to have a deep hatred.

Hehe, he was wronged. At that time, he was too short, and there was another boy in the queue, so he was arranged next to her. He felt ashamed, but she thought it was a great blessing.

Things in the world are often the same, which means too much to you and too little to him. The last straw crushed a dying camel.

When she was drunk, she fell asleep on the sofa and was gently shaken up. She opened her eyes. She is a young foreign boy and started running in the morning. His blue eyes looked at her with concern and asked in fluent Chinese, "Miss, are you all right?"

She shook her head, but said, "I'm fine. Everything is fine. "

The boy left her outside the door and she turned and looked out of the window. The sky is dark, blue-gray, and a fish-belly white. She looked at the sky alone, and her heart was sour.

eight

Two days later, Chen Jiaming came back with a big bag of pomegranates and sent them downstairs to Qi Ming dormitory. "Pomegranates in the south are more delicious than those in the north. Give it a try. "

She accepted as if nothing had happened.

Many people felt "sad" when they defended their thesis, filmed graduation photo, bid farewell to the campus in early June. Who can say it best? Zhu Tianwen, she said, "is a tree with white flowers on the stone wall and colorful leaves in the cold rain of coal ash."

Qi Ming saw this sentence, his hand froze on the page, and he couldn't bear to turn it over. If you get their feelings, don't be happy. She thinks she thinks the same as she does.

She closed the book to take a nap, but forgot to set the alarm clock. When she woke up, it was near dusk. People in this situation are very fragile. She felt very lost, but she didn't know what she had lost. Does she care about wasted time or missed people?

Suddenly it's noisy downstairs. She sat up and walked to the balcony with her roommate. It turned out to be a boy in her class. 15 The boys stood downstairs in chorus. Someone shouted "123", so she heard a uniform roar, "05 China ancient beauty, we love you."

Some people raised their eyebrows and laughed, while others covered their mouths and cried. Maybe there is a boy she has a crush on. They squatted on the railing and shouted back with all their strength: "We love you too."

This is like the last violin performance before the sinking of the Titanic, gracefully welcoming the beauty that passed away together.

Qi Ming saw Chen Jiaming. He was inside and looked up at her. His 23-year-old face, desolate and far away, is like a piece of amber, always in the fragrance of turpentine.

Qi Ming shed tears.

nine

A large group of them go to KTV to sing, all of which are sad and sensational songs. Someone sang with a microphone: I met you all my life and spent all my luck ... That boy's voice is so like Eason Chan's, his voice is dumb and deep, and many people cried. Looked at Chen Jiaming QiMingGong eyes. He is still able to sustain himself. His black eyes are affectionate and his white eyes are cruel, just like the boy he remembers. Nothing has changed, but time has passed.

Chen Jiaming asked, "What's the matter with you? Very sad? "

She shook her head. "I'm fine. Just a little sad. "

Someone brought several cases of beer. Qi Ming drank too much wine and fell asleep by leaning his head on the sofa.

No one went to wake her up.

Yes, don't wake her up, let her wake up slowly.

10

Others continued to sing, "You said our love was immortal. I think the dust on it must be very thick. "

How did her love last so long? Perhaps it is like a plant specimen soaked in formalin, which is covered with decadent and eternal breath.

But immortal.

She has loved him for so many years.

Lu Xiaohan Sina Weibo: /luxiaohanzx