The seventh rule of the male god

The camphor tree in the old library is older than the camphor tree in the teaching building. Its crown is larger, its trunk is thicker, its branches are winding and winding, with yellow leaves sandwiched between green leaves. Some leaves have distinct layers, while others are mottled. mixed.

Holding a copy of "Muslim's Funeral" in Yun Shen's hand, he read it carefully. The writing method is very interesting. The past and the present are intertwined and separated together. It is about jade, about the Republic of China, and about religion. Although I only read a third of it , but the flesh and blood of the text has been deeply integrated into the tragedy.

With a pause in his fingers, Yun Shen looked at the paper airplane on the table, and he laughed. This person didn't throw it as accurately as last time. This time, the words were written directly on the right wing of the airplane——

What kind of tree do you like?I prefer ginkgo trees.

ginkgo?

Curved but not broken, every year remains the same.

Gently turning the ballpoint pen with his right hand, Yun Shen supported his forehead and thought for a while, his fingers moved the tip of the pen on the other wing of the paper airplane, and the tip of the pen trembled slightly.

Then he put down the pen, looked at the handwriting on it and smiled.

He imitated the movements in the youth literary and artistic films he had watched, breathed out in front of the paper airplane, and raised his right hand.

The paper airplane flew along an unknown trajectory, and then landed wobbly.

It's like carrying a dream that is not gorgeous.

After a while, the boy in white sportswear walked slowly past the old library along the flowers and trees, and carefully pulled out the paper airplane from the low branches of the camphor tree.

He held the paper airplane in both hands, looking at the words on it in a daze.

——So, how long is the life of a tree?

Time refers to the quicksand in the cracks, flowing gently and slowly.

A teenager's mind is like a camphor leaf, and green is just a definition, but not the norm.

The sunshine in the old library is always gentle, and there will always be a boy who is playing basketball casually passing by outside the window at a certain time.

When he passed by, he would always take an origami airplane with him, fly out of the paper airplane at the right position, and fall into the wooden window. Every day, he would ask some weird questions on the right wing of the paper airplane.

——Can you face the sun for 1 minute without blinking?

——If the class teacher fell into the water, what would you do?

——Hey, do you dare to tear up a book you are reading now and give it to me?

——Strawberry milkshake and original milk tea, which one do you like?

There will always be a quiet young man sitting by the window, leaving behind a handsome and tranquil silhouette while reading a book. When a paper airplane flies from the window, there will always be a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if all the sorrows are temporarily gone. .

Every time it didn't take long, the boy who asked the question would get the answer, and he would always be overjoyed by his answer.

—I don't want to be colorblind yet.

——First write a composition of no less than [-] words on the topic of falling into the water.

—Dare, if you will buy a copy of "Muslim's Burial".

——Actually, I prefer caramel macchiato with more sugar, thanks.

The next day, when Yun Shen went to the library to read as usual, there was a cup of caramel macchiato on the seat where he always sat, and a white origami airplane next to him. The right wing of the paper airplane was as usual.

——The English test tomorrow, what should I do if I don’t want to take the test?

Leaning against the window, Yun Shen held the macchiato in both hands and took a deep breath. The rich milk froth instantly filled the entire mouth, so sweet that it felt greasy, and even warmed the whole heart.

In a trance, I can't tell the past from the present.

"elder brother……"

It turned out that the pain was still going on.

On the basketball court, Jiang An took the basketball thrown from his friends, and listened to their slightly complaining but definitely curious words.

"Jiang An, why have you come so late recently? This is not like your style, it can't be..."

The boy who threw the basketball to him intentionally elongated his tone, looked at each other like the boy next to him, and said in unison: "You're in love!"

Jiang An rolled his eyes, "I just came by another way."

"Hmph, even if you take the old library route, it won't take so long, so hurry up and talk..."

Hearing this, Jiang An couldn't hold back, he threw the basketball he caught just now, and it hit the man's head. He let out a rage, and made a gesture to hit Jiang An.

Jiang An dodged, laughing and laughing.

When playing basketball, Jiang An was a little absent-minded and leaned against the railing. The boy who had just made fun of him came over and leaned on the railing in a dawdly manner.

His name is Cheng Huaqi. He is tall, with healthy wheat-colored skin, deep facial features, and a little ruffian at the corners of his mouth. His five-point handsome face has also become seven-point handsome. Ban, the two of them have played together since junior high school, and they are considered buddies.

"Why, absent-minded when playing basketball? Are you in a bad mood today?"

"No." Jiang An retorted subconsciously, and only after he said it did he realize that his tone was a bit strange. He looked at Cheng Huaqi and changed the subject, "Where's An Chu?"

"I don't know." Cheng Huaqi frowned, "He didn't come today, I plan to go to his house to look for him later."

Jiang An nodded, "Then I'll go first."

He is used to putting his schoolbag in the classroom. He has developed this habit since he started playing basketball in junior high school. Along the way when he came, the old library is still quiet and silent. The next beautiful broken light.

There was no one in the library, a female student was about to lock the door, when she saw him, she froze for a moment, "Is there something wrong?"

"Ah, I left something in the library, can I go in and get it?" Jiang An said, disturbing his head.

The girl frowned, but thanks to Jiang An's good looks, she nodded, "Then hurry up."

"Yeah." Jiang An smiled gratefully, and walked into the library until he reached the window.

On the clean wooden table, there is a white paper airplane quietly. The wind blows and shakes slightly, and the sound of leaves is heard.

The left wing was blank, and he lowered his head, his eyes slightly gloomy.

The golden sunlight fell in, and there were dust flying inside.

The author has something to say:

To Dongfang Qianmu, it's so late, go to bed quickly.

What am I doing? QAQ labor and management will have to do summer work tomorrow! !

good night