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[gl Baihe] Author of "Taste of Light Yin": Aoyama hsy【End】

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Youth is a dream that everyone can have.In the dream, it is colorful and bizarre.It's just that when the day breaks and the dream wakes up, the people should disperse.

I always thought that I was obsessed with Huang Shiya, but it was only later that I realized that what I was really obsessed with was the smoky time she accompanied me that I couldn't go back.

However, this is not important anymore.

Because, I am thinking about you alone, thinking about that cloud of smoke, enough is enough!

Content tags: flower season, rainy season, special liking

Search keywords: Protagonist: Yang Qingshan, huáng Shiya┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: Qingchun, memory, same-sex, pure love

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☆、Preface

I don't know how long a person can keep memories of another person.I just remembered you when I saw a deja vu figure in the vast crowd.The green years and the mottled light and shade, but they are imprinted with indelible memories.I often wake up inexplicably in the middle of the night, and then feel empty in my heart, and want to find someone to cry.However, the surroundings are full of strange atmospheres, and I can no longer find any memories of that year or anything about you.The past follows the wind, they say that people should look forward, let the past be the past, including feelings, including the heart, should be thrown under the annual rings, and watch it be ruthlessly crushed by the years, and then turn into a wisp The dust and smoke disappeared in the fresh north wind.

I myself don't understand why I wrote this story, maybe it's boring, maybe it's because I've been looking for someone in my heart.It may be that as I get older, I become more and more obsessed with the smoke and clouds of the past.It's a pity that the yesterday that abandoned me has really become yesterday.When I return to a familiar place, I can no longer find the faces of the past. Even if I meet one or two former friends, they have already had their own thoughts, the state of mind is not the same as before, and they are relatively speechless.

How many youths can be repeated? How many stories can be reproduced? How many people are worth remembering forever?

I have always lamented that the summer in Chongqing is really hot, every year.Lying on the mat, it was already midnight, and it was still as hot as frying in a pan.The fan kept whistling, and the whole building was quiet, you could almost hear the sound of pins falling, as if I was the only one still here.Turning on the phone in the dark, the strong light made it hard to open the eyes, the time displayed on the screen was 03:23, and it was the middle of the night, but still sleepless, got up and opened the drawer, found a sleeping pill and threw it in his mouth He took a pill and lay down again.Staring at the ceiling, the eyes are astringent.

I thought of the girl I met on the light rail after get off work yesterday, carrying a backpack, short hair, sportswear, neat and tidy.With earphones plugged into his ears, he stood by the door and kept his head down.The noise of people coming and going on the light rail seems to not attract her attention at all.The moment I saw her on the light rail, I thought it was Huang Shiya.

I don't know if it's the effect of sleeping pills or because I'm too sleepy, my eyelids become very heavy. Huang Shiya, that tomboy, has boy-like hair, wears sportswear or casual clothes all year round, doesn't look like a lady at all, can never be recognized as a girl when mixed in the crowd, and often fools around with a group of boys. Drink and smoke.However, no matter how you look at her, she is so chic and handsome.The wet, hot liquid flowed down the corners of the eyes, down the cheeks, and into the ears. Huang Shiya, I think of you again! In fact, since entering university, I seldom think of her anymore.Sometimes when I think about it inexplicably, I find that I have almost forgotten her appearance, and the harder I try to think about it, the more blurred her appearance becomes.How could this happen? In an album that is set to be visible only to me, there are many photos of her, some of which were secretly taken by me, some of which were taken with her, some are clear, some are blurred, but, printed What is in the bones is always so clear, and the anti-Buddha is right in front of you.I really hate to delete it!

Haven't seen or contacted for several years.Maybe it was the figure on the light rail that made me think of you again and again, and your figure became more and more clear in my mind tonight. Huang Shiya, I still can’t forget you, what should I do? What about you? Do you still hate me? Or, you don’t remember me anymore?

☆, first encounter

The first time I met Huang Shiya was in the first semester of high school.

The weather has started to turn hot, and one or two cicadas can be heard in the evening, and there is still a bit of turbidity and heat in the air.Even though I have worked hard during this time, I still don’t understand why I failed in the monthly exam again. In fact, since the beginning of class placement, I have been declining again and again. I am studying as before, but the results have repeatedly let me down. disappointment.

The clouds in the sky are large and soft.The sky against the sunset glow is red, a very peaceful and quiet scene.There are rows of ginkgo trees standing beside the basketball court. I walked slowly along the rows of ginkgo trees alone, but I had no intention of admiring the poetic and picturesque scenery of the evening.

Grades! Grades! Grades!

It has always been the hurdle that cannot be easily crossed in the hearts of students.Whether it is active or passive, every time the exam is over, there will be some happy and some sad, but this time it is my turn to worry.

I have been immersed in the sadness of the exam, and suddenly I heard someone call me "Hey, classmate, can you help throw the ball in?"

I glanced around, only to find a basketball lying there quietly outside the wall.Maybe they threw the basketball outside.

It's just a little effort, so it's natural to help throw it in.

Fortunately, I am a science student, and my physics skills are too bad.I don't know the best parabola angle of the parabola.The basketball was not only not thrown in because the wall was too high, but was bounced back and rolled down the stone steps.

Well. . . . . .I was a little speechless, such a small thing was not helping.A few people standing in the basketball court waiting for me to throw the ball in looked at me, also looking speechless.I ran to chase the ball in a hurry. The stone steps were long and steep, and the ball rolled to the bottom in no time. There was a badminton court underneath.

When the ball was picked up, a person had already run out. Maybe he got impatient and picked it up by himself or thought it would be more reliable to do it by himself.He is not tall, just a little taller than me, maybe around 160, wearing a ball uniform, baggy and sweaty.

I handed him the ball in embarrassment, and he said "thank you" before turning around and walking away, looking a bit hesitant.But it wasn't this that surprised me, but his voice. . . . . .Isn’t he a boy? The voice is definitely a girl! I heard from my roommate Liu Xin that there is a girl in our school who is more handsome than a boy and plays basketball very well. Could it be him? Can’t help but look at his back , It's a pity that people have gone far.

Just like that, I walked back to the classroom in a leisurely manner. The subject I was most unwilling to face---physics has been handed out. The students are asking each other how much you have taken the exam, and you have taken a lot of exams. 110 points in physics, the bright red score of 48 hurt my eyes, and I covered the test paper into a ball.I was a little bit crazy, my physics wasn't that bad last semester, at least I wouldn't worry about failing.In this science experiment class, I should be the only one who failed physics again.The physics teacher will definitely talk to me again this time.

In the last monthly exam, I ranked first in physics in the class, but it was the last one. The physics teacher had already scolded me severely, saying that I was a hindrance in the class and lowered the ranking of physics in the class. He also said that I was eating imperial food, and that you were not so bad at physics in the previous class. Is it because he did not teach well, so why not tell him.When I heard this, I quickly shook my head and hurriedly said no.

In fact, I am not used to his teaching method.After all, he is the teacher of the experimental class. In order to show that his class is different from other teachers, he always talks about what he thinks in class, and rarely states on the blackboard.I'm a science idiot, and I might not be able to understand it if I explain it carefully. I am even more incomprehensible like him. Often after a class, it's like listening to a bible.

Yuzhu at the same table might be planning to come and ask me how I was doing in the exam, but she didn't say anything when she saw me like this.patted my shoulder

"Hey, don't be like this, isn't there one more time for the final exam! It's okay, once or twice can't explain anything, just try harder next time!"