i go to utopia

The old bridge in Changkang is about 90 meters long, and it takes about [-] minutes to walk back and forth. I walked around the bridge and returned to the starting point where I came in. In the orange-red light of the setting sun, I stood at the head of the abandoned bridge and looked back at the bridge. A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the bridge because it hadn’t been cleaned for a long time. The setting sun shone on the dust like fluff. It feels like an old photo with blurred colors. The shadow under my feet is illuminated by the setting sun, making me look like a giant who accidentally entered the Lilliputian Kingdom. I feel a little funny because of this situation. I turned around and got out of the cut iron mesh hole again, feeling as if I heard someone calling my name behind me in a trance.

It was a voice that seemed to be panting after running tens of meters: "Li Cu, walk slowly."

I couldn't hold back my head and raised the corners of my mouth, neither turning my head nor stopping.

The flow of people here is indeed as the taxi driver said when I came here. The old bridge has been closed to traffic for a long time, and some old buildings around it have been demolished. At a glance, this area is full of ruins. It was desolate.I still remember that when I was studying, there were so many roadside stalls here. A couple rode a tricycle station to buy barbecue here during their self-study at [-] o'clock in the evening. direction of the bridge.Sure enough, there is no eternal excitement in this world.

I walked along this bustling road in my memory for 10 minutes before I walked to a place where there was barely traffic. I stood on the side of the road and waited for a car.

When I asked for leave in the morning, I thought about turning around and going back. I came here without bringing anything. I mentioned Yan Lanshun in WeChat, and this person said to his parents with a very big mouth. My uncle has taken good care of me for a long time. When I ran off to college with nothing, he still gave me some money through Yan Lan's hand.

He was born in the same family environment as my mother with the same father and mother, but he has a much gentler temper than my mother. In some aspects of Yan Lan's personality, he is quite similar to him. When my parents quarreled when I was young, I My mother went crazy and wanted to threaten my father with her own death and my death. My uncle would take me to his house to stay for a few days. He would look at me and say that my mother suffered so much when she was a child, which is why her emotions fluctuated so much. Let me not blame my mother when I grow up.

When they were young, there was a famine in the country. As the eldest sister of the family, my mother should make the family smaller no matter whether it was voluntary or not. When she grew up, even if she was hungry, she could only stare at the family. The little ones ate the wild vegetables dug in the ground, but this kind of thing would inevitably lose balance in her heart after a long time. She was also a child at the time. Come back and feed your brothers.My mother used to have two younger brothers. When she was young, she occasionally went out to pick vegetable roots and took care of the two little ones at home. Once she saw the crying brother going out a little unhappy, and wanted to go to the mountains to find something for her. I ate by myself, but because of long-term hunger, I accidentally slipped down while climbing a small slope and passed out on the exercise floor. After a few hours of darkness and the surrounding air fell, she woke up from the cold again, wiping tears while When I ran back home, I should have been very wronged at the time. I should have a stomach full of grievances and wanted to tell my relatives, but I didn’t expect to see the strange atmosphere when I went home. Her father slapped her when he saw her. This slap made her Until I get older, my ears will still ring from time to time.I still remember that sometimes when she was talking to me, she would suddenly stop her voice, and she would reach out and cover her ears, as if she was avoiding some sound.Later, I thought that the tinnitus probably stimulated her nerves all the time, twisting in her ears to remind her that she was the culprit, she was hated by her mother and hated by her father, and the youngest brother in the family died because of her going out. Drowned in the well, she suddenly bears all responsibility.

Probably people in that era always had to hate, so that they could balance their hearts and keep enough courage to continue living.And my mother innocently became a neglected and hated existence in that family.

This matter didn't get better until after the college entrance examination resumed, my mother went to school and entered the nursing class of the School of Health, and she went to the hospital to become a nurse and left home.

My uncle told me these old stories at my mother's funeral. After telling me, he patted me on the shoulder and said to me as always: "Don't blame her."

My uncle is indeed a good person, my mother jumped into the river and committed suicide because of me, and he patted my shoulder at my mother's funeral to tell me not to blame my mother, of course I don't blame her, she is dead.

And my mother has not always been like this. In my memory, she has always been a good mother when she is not arguing with my father, and she is always a good mother when she is not emotionally broken.

And when I reflect on my past long after that, I will really think about who killed my mother.Not knowing if it was me that killed her or her marriage killed her or her family killed her or all of this, her life killed her.

When I left Changkang City, I had just finished the college entrance examination. It was very hot in mid-June, and the air was deformed by the sun. Looking at the air distorted and deformed by the sun, the city suddenly became Some are dreamlike.It was just a few days after my birthday, and I took all the cash I could find in the house when no one in the house stole it, and then I got on the bus out of the city. From my seat in the row, looking out the messy and smudged car window, watching the city warp and deform in the sun, watching me leave it far away.

Until now, I seem to still remember the smell of sweat permeating the body of the people in the bus without air conditioning, and the smell of dust floating in the air faintly coming in from the window, as if I could vaguely smell the heat. The smell of the skin being burned by the sun, this smell took away the stench of the Changkang River water that had lingered in front of my nose for a long time.

It can take away the tightness that wraps around my body like water plants all the time.

Then I thought about the story my uncle told me about my mother. It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, because my mother never told me anything about her childhood in my 18 years of life.

It never mentioned that I had an uncle who died young in my life.

But everything will pass.

Some people can't get through it, but someone will get through it.

I stood on the side of the road and waited for almost 10 minutes before I saw an empty three-wheeled electric car slowly driving in front of me. A woman in her fifties poked her head out and asked me, "Do you want to take a car?"

I stared at the electric tricycle and asked, "Is there any shopping mall near here?"

"Yes, come up, it's a bit far away, 20 yuan." She turned around to help me open the rear door of the tricycle after she finished speaking.

I thought it was a bit funny, standing at the door of her car without speaking or moving, she opened her mouth to herself: "Fifteen, I really can't miss it, it's very far away, there are no cars around here, I just sent someone over."

I laughed: "OK."

When I got on the electric tricycle, Yan Lan called me again and asked me when I would arrive. I held the phone and looked out at the street through the blurry and narrow car window, and replied to him: "It's not for me. Did you send a message that you will arrive at night?"

"I'm going to pick you up at night." Yan Lan said.

"No, it's too late. You have to go to work tomorrow. I'll find a hotel to sleep for the night. I'll go to your parents' for lunch the next day. You can send the address to my phone later."

"Hey, okay, later my dad will say that I'm too lazy to connect and you don't want to pick it up, but you can stay at my house at night, it seems that my house is a bit far from the high-speed rail station, you can take a taxi here..." He After a long list of ramblings, I couldn't help interrupting him: "Okay, do you find it troublesome to say this long list by yourself?"

"..." Yan Lan.

I said, "Well, let's meet at noon tomorrow for dinner and talk."

Yan Lan: "Okay, I'm still at work, I'll call you when I come out to smoke."

"Smoking less." I couldn't hold back.

Yan Lan clicked her lips in disgust, and finally I hung up the phone after saying "hang up".

The three-wheeled electric car I was sitting on drove on the road for about 5 minutes, then stopped the car, turned to me and said, "Here we are."

I had just taken the phone from my ear, and when I heard this, I raised my eyebrows and glanced at the driver who kept telling me "very far away".

She groaned: "If I didn't know the shortest way, then of course it would be the farthest. It means that I am familiar with the road conditions. If I am not familiar with it, it will take less than three to ten minutes."

I glanced at her, and walked out of the car slowly. Fortunately, I have the habit of keeping a little change with me. I took out my wallet from my pocket and took out two ten-dollar bills and handed them to her. She happily borrowed them. Qian then gave me five coins from my change bag. I grabbed five coins in one hand and turned around to walk towards this two-story shopping mall that seemed to be empty of people. The phone in my pocket vibrated, I think it was Yan Lan sent me his parents' address, but I didn't rush to open it.

I am going to check if there is a mobile phone store in this mall first, buy a mobile phone charger, and then come out and take a taxi to a hotel near my uncle's house to book a hotel.

Fortunately, although there is not much traffic in this shopping mall, there is indeed a mobile phone store on the first floor. The salesperson sitting in front of the glass cabinet is looking at the video on the mobile phone.

I bought my charger very quickly, and when I was charging, I glanced at the screen of my phone, and an unfamiliar phone number sent me a text message - "Why is your WeChat not a phone number, I can't even find you , please, who still uses text messages to chat now?"

I swipe open this message with my thumb, and above this message is a message stating that I didn't skip class.

Oh, this is the little liar I met on the bridge just now.

"Little liar who lied to my mobile phone number?" I asked the clerk of the mobile phone store to give me a bag to put the charger I bought, and brought this text message back with me.

"..." The other side replied me with a series of exclamation marks very quickly, and within a second he sent another message: "I am seventeen."

"That's a big liar?" I picked up the plastic bag containing the charger, nodded to the clerk, and then walked out. I stood by the side of the mall and waited for a while, and a taxi with an empty sign happened to happen. Turning the corner across the street, I reached out to stop the car. My phone vibrated several times. I looked down. One of them was the address of his home that Yan Lan had sent me. I got in the car and sent Yan Lan to me directly. I reported my address to the driver, and the driver responded, stretched out his hand to cover the license plate of the empty car, and the car drove out very quickly.

The other few messages were sent all at once. The little liar sent me a white-eyed emoji that came with the phone, and the next one was: Add me on WeChat, it’s my phone number.

I was amused to think that this person used text messages on his mobile phone as WeChat to chat. I quit the text message interface and did not reply to his message. I started to open the mobile phone software to search for hotels with better sanitary conditions near my destination.After the hotel was booked, I started to search for nearby shopping malls, because I was going to visit an elder I hadn’t seen for many years, and I thought about buying something there, because I haven’t had such a visit to relatives for a long time, and I was still a little worried about what to buy. For tea, I don’t know the quality of the tea in the supermarket, and I don’t know whether my uncle and aunt drink tea. After thinking about it for a long time, I don’t think it’s necessary. After I buy it, I guess my uncle’s personality will keep nagging for a long time. It should be no problem to buy two boxes of milk and a little fruit during daily visits, and it should be fine to leave it at his house when I go to a bank to withdraw thousands of dollars in cash and leave.The car parked at the side gate of my uncle's neighborhood. After paying the bill, I followed the map on my mobile phone to find the hotel I had booked. Just as I sat down on the chair after the room was booked, my phone vibrated again, and it was still a text message.He first sent a photo, which was taken on the road outside through the car glass. Now the sky has darkened, and the street lights on the street in his photo have been turned on, and the traffic and people on the street can be seen through the car glass Fixed on a road, the whole picture looks very, very crowded.After the photo was sent, there was a smiling face with the sentence "I'm on the bus back to school, there are too many people".

It should be the rush hour now, and it’s normal to have a lot of people. I quit the text message, click on the mobile mailbox to process a few simple work emails, and when I press the button to turn off the mobile phone screen, I remind myself to remember to buy and sell in the supermarket later. Sex underwear, toothpaste and toothbrush, towels, and a few bottles of water.

A few minutes later, I left the hotel, looked at the location of the shopping mall I marked on the map, walked along the road for 10 minutes, and found a small shopping mall nearby. After buying everything, I went back to the hotel and withdrew thousands of dollars from the ATM of the nearby bank. I left the things I bought and the cash in the hotel room and thought that I would come back anyway. I really wanted to go to the school where I was studying. Have a look.I don’t know what it’s like now. When I graduated from high school, the school was in a new teaching building and a football field was still being built. I came back when I was 22 and three years old, but the time was so tight that I didn’t have time to go there. The school took a look at the newly built teaching building and the football field. It was idle now anyway. I took the room card and went downstairs slowly.

When I got into the taxi, the phone in my pocket vibrated again - "The set meal in the school cafeteria is unpalatable."

Immediately after this sentence is a photo of food, which should have been taken just now, and the camera technology is really worrying, and the focus is right on the pair of chopsticks placed on the dinner plate.

Although it is a rather blurry photo, I can still see the chicken leg rice. I like to eat this when I was studying. After a morning class, I am so hungry that I feel like I can ascend to heaven after taking a bite of the chicken leg.

I swiped my phone screen: Yongkang No. [-] Middle School cafeteria?

"That's right, the school cafeteria is terrible, it's better to eat instant noodles." A message was sent over there.

"This is my favorite food when I was studying," I replied.

"Ah... then come to my school and I'll treat you to dinner..." The other side replied quickly.

I laughed: "OK."

The place where I live is quite far from Yongkang No. [-] Middle School. It took me an hour to stop and go on the road. When I got off the station at the school gate, I found that the iron gate at the gate had been expanded, and a convenience store and a private clinic on both sides of the gate had been demolished. Turned into a part of the school gate, I entered through the school gate, probably at the point of self-study last night, students in twos and threes on the road hurried towards the direction of the teaching building.

No. [-] Middle School has changed a lot from ten years ago. I walked around a ginkgo tree that had grown for more than ten years. I stood in front of the trunk and looked at it for a while. , and then walked in the direction of the cafeteria in my memory. The cafeteria more than ten years ago had only one floor, and now the newly built cafeteria has three floors. Each floor of the outer wall is pasted with a cafeteria, a cafeteria, a cafeteria for teachers, and a cafeteria for teachers. The nearby small shop is still open, and it looks a lot more spacious. It turned out that I didn’t have time to eat in the morning. When I finished self-study and went to the small shop to buy instant noodles, the shop was always crowded with people who couldn’t move. Now I think about the situation. Should be much better.

I thought about the scene at that time, how I looked when I was pulled out of the crowd by someone's hand, and I couldn't help but bend my eyes.I looked past the canteen and continued to walk towards the gate of the cafeteria. A man came out of the gate. His bangs covered his eyes. He was originally dressed in black and wore a school uniform jacket. When he bumped into me, he was very exaggerated. After taking two steps back, he stared at me blankly with his eyes wide open for a second, then suddenly lowered his head very quickly and ran away from me quickly.

I was a little dazed by his series of actions, and in the end I was really amused by him, who could harass me frequently through the phone screen, but ran away like a rabbit when we met.

I really thought it was funny, and I was ready to call him to tease him, didn't he want to invite me to eat chicken drumstick rice or something, and finally I stepped up and continued to walk into the cafeteria.

There are no people on the first floor of the cafeteria, and there are basically no food in the dining window. The students eat early and are in a hurry. Now it is normal that there is nothing to eat in the school cafeteria. I looked around a few vegetable windows, trying to Find out what it looks like in my memory, turn around and leave the cafeteria after failing.

When I walked to the door, I bumped into the running away fast little rabbit again. .

He took an exaggerated step back after meeting me head-on, and I could feel his eyes looking at me from behind his bangs.

"What? Didn't you say that you still want to invite me to eat chicken drumstick rice? You run so fast?" I was a little amused.

His lips pursed, and he said, "It's sold out." He told me calmly, "I bought the last one, and it's sold out."

I hummed and raised my hand to look at my watch: "Are you also on vacation for evening self-study?"

He took a step back: "No, I'm on duty today and I came out to wash the mop."

I groaned and added repeatedly: "Come to the cafeteria to wash the mop."

His exposed half of his face was slightly pulled down, his lips were slightly pulled down, his head was turned to one side, and half of his ear was exposed to me, and he told me calmly for a long time: "I'm back to the classroom."

I nodded when I heard the words: "Well, study hard."

After speaking, I could see the little rabbit's jaw clenched, and then he turned and walked towards the teaching building with his head slightly lowered. He started to trot again as he walked, and quickly disappeared from my sight.

This kid is a bit funny, and I was nervous when I saw him, but it’s kind of uncle to send me a message through the phone. I feel that I have a vague understanding of what’s going on.

Probably because he is a gay who just found out his sexual orientation, and just happened to vaguely feel that I am the same kind.

I know that Yongkang is a city where the news is blocked. People live here and life is very peaceful and smooth. Even housing prices rise more slowly than outside. If you want to go out, no outsiders will come in. The elders don’t like their juniors to go out and work hard. After graduating from university, they can get a job as a civil servant and get a solid job. The family supports a little down payment on a house, and when they get married, the family will buy another car. Cars, children and grandchildren come here like this.

Being gay is so out of character in a city like this, with no one to speak to and no one to lead.

When this child saw me, a "similar person from other places", he cautiously probed, and was nervous and shocked when he met. I think all these are very in line with the characteristics of this place.

After all, I've lived in this place for 18 years, and that's how I got here.

I quite understand, and I hope in my heart that his life will be safe and smooth, that he can like the people he likes, and not be coerced by anyone.

I walked around the school for a while, and it was so different from what I remembered. I didn’t even leave much room for me to feel that things are right and wrong. When I came out of the school gate, it was already eight o’clock in the evening. I haven't eaten anything yet, so I wonder if I can find a porridge shop nearby to have some porridge. I don't have a high appetite at night, and drinking some porridge is enough for me. When I was standing at the school gate to search for nearby restaurants, my phone popped up again. a text message.

"Are you gone?"

"Let's go now." I thought for a while and replied with three words.

"wait for me."

He sent these three words very vigorously and powerfully, and he could almost be called bossy. I stared at these three words for a long time and found it a little funny, and even thought aimlessly that maybe he should learn what is called polite.

I stood at the school gate for about 5 minutes, and this man stood inside the iron gate of the school with his school uniform in his arms: "Hello—hello—" he called me.

I took a fixed look, then raised my pace and walked over slowly. He pointed at me and said to the security guard at the school gate expressionlessly: "My brother came to pick me up, something happened at home."

I walked over and smiled at the security guard: "Yes, something happened at home and I'll take him home."

The work of the security guards was not in place. They didn't even ask me my name, or casually ask me what the name of the other person is. After looking at me twice, I opened the small iron gate and let the child out. .I nodded my thanks, then turned around and walked forward, judging from the shadow and footsteps that he was holding his school uniform and followed me. I walked with him in tandem for 2 minutes before he made a sound. Asked: "Where are you going?" His voice was a little sleepy, not like the voice when he was talking to the security guard just now, nor the tone when he was texting and chatting with me, nor even the tone we had before When I met him at the door of his school cafeteria, I glanced back at him.

"Little friend, we only met once this afternoon, what are you doing with a stranger?" I asked him funny.

He looked over from behind his bangs, and his jaw was tense: "I still have one month left for the college entrance examination, and it will be in August this year."

"I was full 13 years ago." I replied, with a smile in my voice unconsciously.

He pursed his lips, the arc of his jaw was still tense: "Where are you going?"

"Eat." I told him kindly.

"What to eat?" He asked me dryly.

Now at [-] o'clock in the evening, I don't know when several communities have been built near the school. I just found it when I looked at the map when I was searching for porridge shops.At this moment, the family should have just finished eating, and many people who came out for a walk to digest food after the meal walked leisurely around me. I also saw a white bichon frize at my feet after sniffing it. Shaking his butt again, he chased after his master.

"Dinner." I replied casually.

He seemed to feel that what he just asked was a bit stupid, and he lowered his head slightly, and fell silent for a while.

I smiled and asked him: "I'm not familiar with this area, do you know anything delicious?"

"..." He didn't reply.

I smiled and continued: "Can you take me there?"

He raised his head and returned to me after a while: "There is a snack street on Kangxin Road ahead, girls in our class like to go there to eat crab pot."

I nodded: "Do you like to eat?"

He doesn't speak.

Me: "I don't know the way, you lead the way."

With a flick of his head, he passed me and walked forward very quickly. The two of them walked in silence for 5 minutes. I had no choice but to open the topic and asked this quiet little cool brother: "Are you here?"

He looked back at me, and immediately replied as if he was waiting for me to speak: "That's the one in front."

I nodded and followed him for a few steps. He stood at the door of the store and pushed it open, leaning against the glass door of the store and waiting for me to enter. I stepped up and walked in.

It's a small restaurant with six long tables densely packed, leaving a path in the middle that can pass people. The female boss stands at the cashier with a pen in one hand and a computer next to the table. A menu: "How many people, what to eat?"

I took the menu: "Two people."

The female boss just looked up at me, and casually pointed to the table inside: "It's all empty, sit down wherever you want."

The quiet little cool brother found a vacant seat and sat up. He sat in the innermost corner in a regular manner, with his school uniform on the chair next to him, and his hands on the glass surface of the table. I went to sit opposite him and handed him the menu: "Order what you want."

He raised his hand and slowly took the menu and looked at it for a long time with his head down.

I always feel that his bangs are an eyesore, and I can't figure out why the current school allows students to have such long hair. I slightly propped my hand on the table in his direction. The movement is not too big, but he looks shocked. looked up at me.

I looked back at him: "Are you afraid of me?" I leaned back slightly, trying to comfort him: "Relax, don't be nervous."

But the effect didn't seem to be very obvious. I could feel him swallowing nervously, and then he told me lightly, "I didn't."

Okay, I withdrew my hand from the table and skipped the topic: "Have you ordered yet?"

He hummed through his nasal cavity, and I beckoned the female boss to come over: "Boss, order here."

A few tables away, the female boss responded at the cashier at the door: "Come on, come on, tell me what to order."

"What, you say." I looked at the child sitting opposite me.

He opened his mouth: "Small portion of crab pot."

"Is there anything else to add?" the female boss asked.

He said, "No need." Then he turned to look at me, and asked reluctantly, "Do you want to add anything?"

I shook my head and saw him exhale cautiously. I don't know whether he was relieved because I sat opposite him or because I didn't need to say anything.

The female boss responded and took two sets of tableware and a pot of hot water on our table after a few minutes. When she left, she took away the menu on our table: "Wait a minute, it will be ready soon."

"Okay, thanks." I replied.

After the female boss left, he hung his head slightly without saying a word. I could feel his eyes staring at my face from time to time, moving away for a while and then moving back again.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, then pointed to my head, and broke the silence between the two of us: "Can your school have such long hair?"

He shook his head when he heard the words, his long hair swayed from side to side according to the movement: "It is impossible to take the college entrance examination right away, so the teacher doesn't care about it."

I nodded, and after thinking about chatting with students for a long time, I really didn't know what to talk about, so I should ask about grades. I asked casually, "Then where are you going to go to university after the college entrance examination?"

He pursed his lips, and I could feel the tightness of his cheeks. After a while, he seemed to ask me very casually: "Then which city do you live in now?"

I stared at him for a while, and couldn't help laughing at him.

He's really kind of funny.

When the female boss in the store brought the crab pot, I took apart the cutlery on the table and pushed it towards him, and asked, "Do the cutlery need to be scalded with hot water?" It is a habit to iron the tableware before eating.

He took the chopsticks and shook his head, then asked me again: "Where do you work?"

"Shangmian Market." I unpacked my set of cutlery and held the chopsticks in my hands. I'm actually not very interested in eating these things at night, and holding the chopsticks in my hands means something.

"Oh." He nodded, picked out a crab leg from the basin, put it into his bowl, and started eating with his head down.

He eats very politely, he eats with his head down, and he doesn't speak. After the sauce gets on his mouth, he will quickly wipe the corners of his mouth with a piece of paper.

When I watched him finish the whole pot of meat and crab stew almost without saying a word, I had to think after he put down his chopsticks that he might really not like the food in the cafeteria. I saw him put down his chopsticks and got up to pay the bill. He hurriedly jumped up from his seat, wiping his mouth with a tissue in one hand, and moved very quickly towards the cashier: "Checkout." His voice was not fluctuating.

"Did you drink?" the female boss glanced at the table where I was sitting and asked him aloud.

"No."

"What drink did you have?"

"I didn't drink anything." His voice was a little impatient.

"98, cash or Alipay?" asked the female boss.

"WeChat." He said.

When I got up and walked over, he took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code placed on the table by the female boss, then transferred the money, entered his fingerprints, and confirmed. The boss nodded.

He just slowly put the phone back into his pocket, and threw the used tissues in the trash can at the door of the store. I followed him out of the restaurant.

I opened the glass door of this restaurant and went out. Before I could get to him, the man walked up to a camphor tree in three steps with his back to me, bowed his body and started to vomit.

I frowned and walked over: "Why, I have a bad stomach after eating, can I go to a nearby hospital to have a look?"

I hardly ate at night, so I don't know if there is really a problem with the ingredients here, but if the response is so fast, the problem with this store is really too big.

I just straightened up and wanted to call 120 for the ambulance to drag away the man who was squatting on the ground and vomited in the dark, but he grabbed my trouser legs with both hands.

"No."

"..." I looked down at him bowing his back and squatting on the ground in great pain.

He looked up at me, and his long bangs slid sideways. There was a street lamp beside the camphor tree, and the yellow light formed a circle of light, illuminating the place and the child's eyes.

He looked somewhat like an acquaintance I remembered.

He reached out and wiped his mouth: "No, I'm full." His tone was very calm, as if it was normal for him to eat until he vomited, and he often did it.

"..." Such a conversation left me speechless for a moment.

He let go of my trouser legs, and slowly stood up on the tree trunk: "I've invited you to dinner." He was informing me.

"Yes, thank you." Although I didn't eat anything at all, and you ate until you threw up, I thought it was a little funny, so I couldn't hold back a little smile in my voice.

"So you..." He paused, thinking seriously.

I listened patiently to what he had to say next.

"Give me your watch." He still used the commanding tone.

If he is not really a student studying at school, I almost suspect that he just wants to steal a watch from me. I asked him: "Do you know how much this watch is in my hand?"

He stared at my wrist, lowered his voice and said, "I don't care how much it costs."

I reached out to take off the watch, and his eyes were fixed on my watch. After I took off the watch, I heard him mutter: "You lend me to wear it for three months first, and I will return it to you in September."

I pinched my strap with both hands and handed the watch forward.

He cupped his hands, stared at my face, and told me nonchalantly: "If you are not willing, I will return it to you next time we meet."

I put my watch into his palm.

I am not an avid watch collector, and I still have a few watches at home. This one was given by a colleague. To me, a watch is nothing more than a tool to tell the time. It is not really worth giving it away. Distressed thing.

He put the watch into his pocket, pursed his lips, the muscles on his face were relatively relaxed, he was probably very happy.

A 98 dinner earned me a watch, and I might be very happy in exchange.

His appearance made me want to tease him. I lowered my eyes and moved towards him slightly. He seemed to be startled by my sudden approach, and suddenly raised his head, forgetting to even back away. .

I raised my hand to brush his thick bangs, and commented: "It's inconvenient to have such long bangs, why do you have such long bangs?"

His slender and slightly raised eyes were wide open, and the yellow street lamp light was still reflected in the pupils. He seemed to react suddenly after hearing the words, and he took a big step back, leaning against the trunk of the camphor tree, with his chest on his chest. Very excited violent ups and downs.

I stood there and couldn't help raising my eyebrows.

He lowered his head and shook his disheveled bangs until they covered his eyes again, before he said dryly, "There is hair, which can block the view."

I asked, "Why do you block the view?"

His voice became coherent, and a little impatient: "Because the classmates are very annoying. They come to me every day to play and ask me to do this and that. You can't wear a hat to cover your eyes in the classroom as if you can't see them."

——Oh, and a popular little cool guy.

I folded my arms around my chest, and couldn't help but chuckled twice: "If you have bangs, they won't play with you."