Ant Paradise

The vocational high school was farther away than the former junior high school, and Shile had to walk a long way to get home. The roadside was full of camphor trees, and there were black camphor seeds that fell on the ground, making a crackling sound when stepped on.It was a little cooler at the end of September, but the cicadas still sang, and he felt a little breath of autumn from the wind. "Shi Le, Qu Shi Le." He turned his head and it was indeed Jia Le, and he was the only one shouting that.

"Why are you not surprised to see me?" Jiale jumped to his side in three steps at a time. "Why did you come here?" "It's just Friday, school just started and get out of class ended early, and I plan to see you." Shile is still the same, fair and thin, wearing a black and white school uniform of a vocational high school in a regular manner, no more than some students from the third school. She is sloppy and likes to wear her school uniform loosely.

Jiale stretched out his hand in front of him, pinching a Cicada between his fingers, Cicada was very frightened, his slender black feet stomped violently, but he couldn't find it, the young man who caught it was very proud, "There are no ants, but today after school it is in the tree. I saw a cicada on the ground." Shi Le took a closer look, and it yelled vigorously, making the cicada chill.

"Have you always held it in your hand?" Shi Le took it over, and Cicada trembled between his fingers. "I stuffed it in my pocket, but it has a hook on its leg or something, and it's grabbing my clothes." Knowing this was really hard work, Shile took a closer look and put it on a nearby camphor tree, and it Like stuck to a tree trunk.

"You still remember the matter of the ants." They walked side by side on the way home from Shile, "It's been a long time ago." It's also strange, I've never had a very good memory, and I don't remember ancient poems every now and then, but during that Spring Festival, when you said you liked ants, I always remembered it."

Shi Le felt like the cicada just now, and couldn't help trembling, "It's because you can't recite ancient poems because you remember them." "Really?" He said in a low voice, "I I don't think it's useless."

He was pinched between two fingers by Jiale.

"Do you want to eat chestnuts?" Not far ahead, there was a seller of fried chestnuts in sugar. Jiale bought a bag, which was still hot. It was very hot. He didn't know how to peel it, so he didn't eat one for a long time.Shile handed him the bag, took the chestnut-peeling board he gave him, pressed it in the middle, cracked it and then broke it. Freshly roasted chestnuts are easy to shell, so he peeled off a whole chestnut and put it in the oven. Le Palm.

"Can you still do this?" Jiale was chewing on the peeled chestnuts that Shile had already prepared, and stood beside him to watch his skillful movements. "I haven't made it before, I just watched our grandma make it, and she probably has some talent." He also ate one, and the chestnuts were dry and fragrant but not too sweet.The two of them ate and walked, and it took twice as long to reach Shile's house.

Jia Le stuffed the remaining chestnuts to Shi Le, "I won't go in, you can eat these at home." "But you bought the chestnuts." Shi Le pinched the mouth of the bag, and the chestnuts were still warm. "Just now I ate alone, and you didn't eat much." Jiale was afraid that he would come back again, so he waved his hand and turned around quickly, "We still have to eat well." He walked so far that Shile remembered to wish He passed the exam, and I hope he will have a smooth sailing this year of senior year.

He resentfully went back with half a bag of chestnuts, it was already cold when he opened it, and he could no longer completely peel off the outer shell and jumpsuit.He ate the chestnuts that were cold and dry, thinking that he and Jiale hadn’t seen each other for a while. He had been attending cram school for the last summer vacation, and he was about to take the college entrance examination, go to university, graduate, and work soon.The chestnut choked in his throat, so he picked up a glass of cold water on the table and poured it down.

The heat won't stay, and neither will the time.