The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

At this time, the sound of children playing and chasing came from a distance. After a while, five or six children came running. They jumped off the side of the road, ran over a landslide, passed through layers of reeds, and ran to the on the field.

This scene reminded Jiang Chen of those little friends who used to play together when he was a child, but now they are scattered all over the world.

At this moment, he will understand a little bit, the sigh of the old man when he talked about those lost youths in the yard.

The children threw the slippers directly on the field ridge with their feet, and then jumped into the field.

They seemed to have seen Jiang Chen, so they stood not far from Jiang Chen, waving their arms and shouting at Jiang Chen.

"Big brother, you are here again."

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded.

One of the kids laughed.

"Big brother, is that next to you your girlfriend?"

After speaking, the children around him laughed and booed.

Jiang Chen turned his head to look at An Yimo, and found that her pretty face was flushed, and she was staring at him.

So, Jiang Chen pretended to be angry and drove those children away.

"Go, go, kid, what do you know?"

But he didn't mention how happy he was, and he wanted to tell those children.

"Say more, next time I'll bring you Weilong Spicy Tiao."

The children didn't make trouble, and then ran, stepping on the rice stalks in the fields with their bare feet.

"Jiang Chen, what are they doing?"

At this moment, An Yimo asked curiously.

"Step on the straw."

"Why step on the straw?"

"Maybe it's for fun."

Jiang Chen said with a smile, there was some reminiscence in his eyes.

He often did this when he was a child, but now that he thinks about it, it may be because the rice stalk touched a certain acupuncture point on the sole of the foot, so he would feel a sense of comfort when he stepped on it.

Jiang Chen looked at those children, as if he was looking at himself in the past.

Jiang Chen thought to himself, he is not old yet, so there is a feeling that everything he sees is the past.

They were running and stepping on, the picture was as beautiful as free and easy fireworks.

"They look so happy."

An Yimo said, with yearning in her eyes.

"Well, I am as happy as the sweet and sour of an orange being bitten open, and as warm as a lemon-golden summer."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Your metaphor is so beautiful."

An Yimo praised.

"Jiang Chen, look, those aunts are burning grain."

At this time, An Yimo said in surprise, and took the camera to shoot.

"Well, they are to make the land in the field more fertile in the coming year."

"Jiang Chen, look at those grain piles, they remind me of a song."

"If there is an afterlife, right?"

"you know?!"

"of course."

Said, Jiang Chen hummed lightly.

"People used to harvest in April, lying on top of the tall grain heaps and laughing."

Then An Yimo also hummed.

"Let's go to the lake in the prairie and wait for the migratory birds to fly back."

"Should we have a doll when we're all grown up?"

Jiang Chen looked at An Yimo with a smile.

Xiao Nizi glared at Jiang Chen with a blushing face, then said.

"Jiang Chen, let's step on the rice stalks too."

An Yimo seemed impatient.

"it is good."

Then An Yimo took off her shoes, revealing her smooth little feet, and then lightly jumped into the field.

At this time, the land in the field was already dry, An Yimo bounced lightly like a deer.

"Jiang Chen, these soils are hot."

An Yimo's face was full of surprise, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly.

"Of course."

Jiang Chen answered with a smile.

"Sister, do you want to come and play with us? Go there, to the burning grain pile."

At this moment, a little girl ran over and grabbed An Yimo's arm.

An Yimo looked like a frightened deer, looking at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen nodded, and then the short-haired beautiful girl was pulled to the side of those burning grain piles, and they ran around the grain piles together, stepping on the rice stalks in the field, like It is the spirit of the field.

At this moment, An Yimo was no longer that cool girl who played the piano, nor was she the cold-blooded academic bully in the eyes of everyone in the class.

She seemed to have become a little girl, a little girl with a smile like a flower, a girl full of innocence and a smile, that smile was no longer pretended, polite, but pure from the heart.

On the horizon not far away, the setting sun set and dyed the whole sky red, dancing with the wind with curling smoke.

This picture is really beautiful, beautiful.

Jiang Chen thought in his heart, it was as beautiful and thrilling as the waterfall written by Li Bai, it was so beautiful that Jiang Chen wanted to take a picture and share it with An Yimo, just like wanting to give her a bouquet of gypsophila stars.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a certain author's essay, a beautiful essay, a confession to Gudui.

"Ha, my girl, you listen carefully, you listen."

"Adults just use a little fire, and they will burn. Do you see that, it's like a fireworks dance, do you see it, that's the confession of the flames to you."

"In many fields, many grain piles are burning, thick smoke, it rises, floats, slowly fades, and then turns into clouds, clouds, see, that is a gift that children like .”

"We danced around the grain piles with fireworks, and we chased each other. Look, how happy we are, like free birds."

At this moment, An Yimo's voice sounded, and he brought Jiang Chen back to reality.

"Jiang Chen, why are you in a daze, come and play with us."

Jiang Chen saw that An Yimo and a group of children were surrounding the burning grain pile, no, it was like a bonfire.

"it is good."

Jiang Chen said, then ran over, came to An Yimo's side, grabbed her hand with one hand, and grabbed a child's hand with the other.

Jiang Chen turned his head to look at An Yimo, in the firelight, she lowered her head slightly, her face seemed to be red, maybe it was because of the firelight.

Jiang Chen thought to himself, there was a numb feeling in the palm of his hand, like an electric shock, he seemed to feel some moisture in An Yimo's palm, maybe it was his.

The sky was light blue, with faint blue smoke, the evening wind was blowing on the faces of Jiang Chen and the others, they were laughing and jumping.

At this moment, in the field where the evening wind was blowing, An Yimo turned her head to look at Jiang Chen beside her, her heartbeat seemed to speed up, and for a long time, she seemed to hear the cheers of elves.

"Look, your face is stained, look, your clothes are muddy."

"Oh, let's dance, the Statue of Liberty is watching us from the sky, don't stop, don't stop, keep running wild, keep messing around."

"Haha, come and chase me, among the burning grain piles, on this natural stage."

"Look, that's a stage specially set up for children."

"Come on, I'm holding your hand, come with my partner, let's make trouble together, let go of all the shackles, all the troubles."

"Imagine, here is the prairie, the wind blows you, you step on the soft grass, oh, and your dog, it is chasing you, licking your little hand."

"Did you see it? Ahead, there is a bonfire there. Did you see that? There are eagles flying in the sky. Listen, there are cheerful calls of horses in the distance."

"Come on, dance with us, don't be restrained, let go, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to dance, just dance and blend into the wind."

"Okay, let's go back, back to the field, back to the burning grain pile. The birds in the distance chirped a few times, they went home, and we saw them."

"They fly to a certain thick grass, and we can't catch them if we chase them, although we really want to have them and let them become our partners."

"But we've tried, and we can't catch them. They are clever. As soon as we get close, they fly, fly, fly to places we can't see, and are loved by the children there."

The face of the sky turned red, the setting sun came, Jiang Chen and the others were still making noise, Xinghuo's party had come to an end.

At this time, a woman's call came from a distance.

"Brother Yao! Brother Yao! Come back for dinner."

"I know, I know."

A child answered.

I know, I know.

Jiang Chen said in his heart, she will hear it.

Jiang Chen looked up at the sky, where she would hear it.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen turned his head to look at the girl next to him, she was as beautiful as the starry sky in Alaska at night.

"An Yimo, can't you be my girlfriend?"

Jiang Chen said to himself in a very soft voice, as if he was sighing.

That's right, An Yimo, in this empty world, I really want to see the stars with you.

Jiang Chen felt that his voice was so small that it would reach far away when the wind blows.

But An Yimo looked at him in surprise.

"Jiang Chen, what did you say, can you say it again? I didn't catch it just now."

"Nothing? Nothing."

Jiang Chen said, for the first time, he felt how far away courage was.

"Oh."

An Yimo seemed a little lost.

After a long time, An Yimo said suddenly.

"Jiang Chen."

"Ah, what's wrong."

"I think."

As An Yimo spoke, she looked up at the sky that was about to darken and said word by word.

"If only we could go to the same university."

"Oh."

"it is good."

In the firelight, Jiang Chen saw that An Yimo's face was flushed red.