Continuously

Summer is a constant stream of travel.

The cloud is ahead of all things. It surges, twirls, separates itself and then reunites, dismembers and reconstructs itself. In the harmony of contradictions, thunder and lightning are born.The sky is a suspended ceiling, and the heavy lightning is like an incandescent lamp with a malfunctioning switch. It trembles and shakes again and again, and is finally decisively snuffed out by the wind in the sharpest thunderstorm.

The rhododendrons in the last season are tired, replaced by lush and green mountains, stretching as far as the eye can see, and the dark green contains the populations of other colors under the tongue coating.But if you look carefully, there is something you can't find for the bold green. The milky white of the gardenia has replaced the redness of the azalea. The hidden climbing marks and shoe prints of the old year have been buried in the fog and flowers of the new season. Down.

Summer is in the countryside.

It makes the newly paved concrete road hotter, makes the bamboo forest cooler, and makes the smell of medicine wafting from Yan Huaien's house more bitter, and the medicine dregs all over the ground turn into dust.The younger sister of Kang Zi's family is four and a half years old. She had prickly heat a while ago and was dragged by her mother to cut off a boy's head. She cried for two days.The elders of the Yao family were swearing and hoeing, taking advantage of the cold weather last night, the lame cat jumped onto the vacant swing in one fell swoop, Shi Shiran.

Xia is also in the downtown area.

It flicks the raised skirts, slips past pairs of stiletto heels, the reflective flower canopy, and the hot-skinned hood of the car. It was thrown up as the block sank, and it entered a dormer window, which shuts a small summer room.

A vast river flowed in front of the window, and the torrent a while ago had stained the stone pillars of the overpass with indelible mud, which made people think it was new paint.Dots of bright orange are sprinkled in the rolling water. They are human beings, but they are not fishes, but they are like fishes. They are wrapped around their waists with life-saving floating balls called "followers", striking waves, swimming vertically, and soaking in the liquid summer .

On the vast river water, there is a little orange red there, as if in a pause, motionless for a long time, so long that the old fisherman who was rowing by the oar bent his body, leaned forward and looked at it twice, and looked back again. I took a look.Finally, in the moment before it fermented into heart anxiety for a long time, the orange air bag struggled twice, and ripples suddenly appeared on the calm river surface. After the fifth concentric circle spread out, a black spot suddenly appeared in the center of the circle, shaking, splashing Drops of water on the head.

"Get in the way!" Yao An slapped the "follower" on his waist hard, and the airbag rebounded high under the force, and he didn't know what he was using to get angry.

Yao An wiped off the remaining water on his face, looked towards Jiang Bin, and when his breathing was a little easier, he dived into the water, swung his limbs quickly, and drew a long and narrow mark.

The river water is not as clear as the stream in Anding Village, and because of the flood, it is still a little turbid, but it is worse than being wide and open, and what we want is a sense of freedom.

Yao An hid under the surface of the water, quietly approaching the shore, and the pavilions and flower beds above were faintly visible.He raised his head cautiously, touched his forehead back with the water, and when he stood up, he was careful not to make any sound.

Pulling back the towel drying on the bushes, Yao An stepped on the wet soil while wiping. The farther away from the shore, the drier the soil was, just like the ground.

He was almost at the bottom of the flower terrace in the pavilion, so he quietly untied the life-saving float. The moment he lowered his head, a clump of water sprayed down from above without hesitation, and it fell on him like rain, throwing him down again. Got wet.

"Sorry, I'm watering the flowers."

A person inadvertently protruded from the hibiscus flower, holding a water pipe in his left hand and leaning on the wooden railing with his right hand. His skin was dazzlingly white and his smile was dazzling.

"Yao! See you! Qi!"

Yao An yelled three times on the spot, pointing at him and yelling: "Wait for me!"

After all, he ran away without delay.

He wanted to scare people, but he was tricked the other way around. Similar things have happened countless times in the past three years. Yao Jianqi can succeed every time, and he refuses to accept it!

By the time Yao An arrived at the main entrance panting, Yao Jianqi had already finished watering the flowers twice.He put down the rubber hose and waited for the man to come.

Yao An's upper body was naked, and it took only a few steps to walk from the arbor to the sun. The water droplets all over his body were shining, illuminating his shoulders, neck and arms without wasting a single drop.

This man is tall again, Yao Jianqi thought.

Yao An, who graduated from the third year of junior high school, is nearly 1.8 meters tall. After this summer vacation, he will be able to remove the short characters. When he walked over, his limbs seemed to be cutting the sunlight in this space.

Yao Jianqi was coerced by his overwhelming height, and couldn't help looking up at Yao An.

In fact, I am not short. In the physical education class in the class, he reported the number as 3, but he was still small in front of this person.

"Don't run?" Yao An's water rubbed against his cuff.

"I can't escape." Yao Jianqi said truthfully.

"Just stay here obediently and wait to be beaten?" Yao An's smile has a kind of natural evilness, no matter how many years, no amount of square characters can overcome his evilness.

Yao Jianqi knew that Yao An was going to succeed this time, and when he was mistaken just now, his hand had already reached out to his cuff to scratch himself.

"Where's my fish?" Yao Jianqi asked suddenly.

The hand jammed guiltily, and the troops withdrew.

"The water is too muddy, I can't see clearly." Yao An argued, "I'll get you some fat tomorrow."

"It's been three years." Yao Jianqi took one last look at Yao An, easily escaped from the shackles, and walked leisurely into the house with his back.

When changing shoes, the corners of his mouth bent along with his waist.

This time he succeeded.