there is a summer breeze

When the math teacher was using frothy white chalk to explain mathematical induction on the blackboard, the chirping of cicadas outside the window became weaker, and Lan Tian inserted a small dried chrysanthemum used to make tea into his dirty In the buckle hole of Xixi's watch strap.

The heat of summer makes the fan that has never been rested all day and night still have some lingering breath, squeaking and shaking off the dust on the fan blades that have never been cleaned.Qing Song in the back row was sleeping soundly lying on the messy desk, letting the howling wind blow his white shirt through the wide open back door.

Lan Tian pounded the Qingsong with his elbow, and proudly showed the decorated watch to the dazed him.

Qing Song, who was awakened by the torment, still had red marks on his cheeks from his sleep.

"You idiot." He squinted his eyes and cursed in a low voice, turned his face away from the blue sky and continued to catch up on sleep.

Lan Tian stared blankly at the back of his head for a few seconds, and quietly put the light yellow chrysanthemum on the soft and smooth hair.

The wind in June was still a bit cool, strong and unceasing, blowing the young man's heart into chaos.

Qing Song suddenly opened his eyes.

He straightened his upper body abruptly, facing Lan Tian's surprised face, and stood up from his seat vigorously after making sure that he hadn't been blinded by it. The force caused the bench to flip up and down, making a loud crashing sound against the tile floor.

"Blue sky?!" Standing up abruptly caused Qing Song to feel a little dizzy, his eyes darkened, but he still expressed his complicated emotions with his voice.

"Ah, yes, it's me." Lan Tian smiled and stood up.

The math teacher's lectures stopped, the restless whispering in the class stopped, and everything was so quiet that only the panting of the fan and the humming of cicadas outside the house could be heard.

"Qing Song... Do you want to take a break?" The math teacher looked at him worriedly.

Without exception, the whole class stared at him quietly, as if they were looking at something strange.

Qing Song frowned and turned to look at the blue sky, then at the others.He even saw some girls with slightly red eyes.

Am I hallucinating... or is it all a dream?

"But the blue sky..." Qing Song pointed to the blue sky that was clearly in front of him, he existed so real.Qing Song put his last hope on the sad math teacher, but found that no one looked at the person beside him.

Qing Song didn't finish what he wanted to say in the end.

The blue sky was in front of his eyes.

And they don't seem to see the blue sky.

"Teacher, I'll go to the infirmary." Qing Song suppressed the growing uneasiness and bewilderment in his heart, before waiting for the math teacher to answer, he turned and stepped out the back door.

Lan Tian was afraid that he would run too far and he would not be able to keep up, so he yelled "I'll go too" to the math teacher, and hurried to catch Qing Song's figure.

The wind is lingering with childhood memories, like silk, blowing the restless body and stroking the frown that is frowned by reality.

Qing Song didn't go far, he slowed down at the bathroom door.After a pause, he wanted to go in and wash his face.

The familiar voice behind him called his name crisply, and Qing Song could imagine the anxious expression on the other side.

"Qing Song, what's wrong with you, where are you comfortable? Why don't you go to the infirmary?" Lan Tian trotted over, the cool air in the bathroom made him feel a little comfortable.

Qing Song turned on the faucet to the maximum, and the frothy tap water was icy cold.He stuck his head straight down, and his hair was immediately wet.

The blue sky... how could it be the blue sky... I probably have hallucinations due to heatstroke...

Another voice hastily denied: But those eyebrows and eyes are clearly blue sky... His smile, his voice, how could I admit it wrong...

"Qing Song...you will catch a cold like this..." Lan Tian felt like jumping on the side.He touched his pocket, but he didn't bring toilet paper.

... Is the blue sky talking?Qing Song didn't believe that he could hear hallucinations.

He smeared his face with water, turned off the faucet, wiped the water from his eyes, and looked at the person beside him.

"Blue Sky?" He was still not sure.

The broken hair on his forehead was dripping with water, and Lan Tian stretched out his hand to help him brush away the strands that blocked his vision.

"What's wrong with you? I'm right here." Lan Tian touched his cold face with some distress.

Suddenly, a strong force pulled him into a warm embrace and held him tightly.

"Lan Tian...don't lie to me...don't lie to me..." Qing Song's voice was trembling, and at the end he was crying.He was afraid that if he relaxed, the person in front of him would disappear, but he hugged him too tightly, which made Lan Tian uncomfortable.

The fiery breath sprayed on the neck, and the strong panting and slight choking made him unable to bear to push Qingsong away.

Her shoulders were wet, and she didn't know if Qing Song, who was usually indifferent, was crying.

"How could I lie to you... Can you tell me what happened... Let's solve it together... Be good..." Lan Tian, ​​who was trying to calm down the person hugging him, smiled helplessly.

In the warm summer, there is a warm wind on the face.Send those laughs, take those sorrows away.

The evening wind seems to be a little tired, kissing the orange stamens hiding in the shade, staring at the bugs lying in the grass.The light fragrance of flowers permeated the air, and insects opened their translucent wings and buzzed.

Lan Tian sat on the bleachers of the playground, his eyes following a running figure casually.He raised his cheeks, sucked his nose, and said softly as if sighing: "Am I dead..."

A leaf fell from the branch, was lifted by the wind, and flew into the distance.

Standing on a high place, Qing Song lowered his head and kicked the strap of the schoolbag thrown on the ground, without saying anything.

"Let me think about what happened that day..." Lan Tian frowned, closed his eyes and thought.

It was a muggy day, with thunderstorms in the forecast lingering.A well-known writer held an autograph session at the gymnasium, and Lan Tian, ​​who had nothing to do on weekends, rode a bicycle to join in the fun.

There were so many people that there was no room to put his bicycle outside the pavilion full of cars of all colors.Lan Tian turned back to the bookstore across the street, where there was free parking.

There are many people, very noisy, and the half-dark sky will not weaken the excitement of the boys and girls in the slightest.

Two girls are holding each other's arms and discussing which author's book is the best.

The old man was walking home with the toy car in one hand and Ultraman in the other.

The child holding the little yellow duck balloon stood on the side of the road and cried.

Dirty beggars in front of the shopping mall knelt on the ground, kowtowing their greasy heads.Scattered coins and banknotes in a deformed stainless steel bowl.

The blue sky counted the red figure on the opposite side composed of several small red lights, waiting for it to turn green.

A heavy-looking car approached from the left.

The crying child suddenly ran across the road, calling for his mother in a hoarse voice.

Screeching cars, flashing high beams, rubber wheels rubbing against asphalt.The exclamation of the people around, the scream of the woman opposite.

Lan Tian felt that all internal organs were broken, and his whole body was in piercing pain.Drowsy, breathless, lungs choked with blood.

The last thing I vaguely saw was a smear of yellow fluttering around, like a little yellow duck balloon.

Dad...Mom...where are you...Suddenly I miss you a little...

Qing Song...I really want you to hug me...

into chaos.

With his eyes closed, Qing Song felt tight in his chest, and the cool wind couldn't blow away the unspeakable oppression.

He was distressed.

The people he had protected since he was a child grew up, but because of protecting others, he never disappeared.

Things are unpredictable.

"...When I opened my eyes, I was sitting next to Qing Song who was sleeping. I thought I had just had a dream..." Lan Tian looked down at his hands, not knowing that he really existed, Still just a phantom.

Qing Song hugged him from behind.That warm, vibrant body.

"Qing Song..."

A light kiss.

When the broken hair is raised, when the leaves are rubbing against each other, when the sound of birds is gradually inaudible.

got windy.

The author has something to say:

Lan Tian: Qing Song, I want to live in your house!ヽ(°?°)?

Qing Song: ...Pay the money, the starting price is 200 million.

Blue sky: ...