sunk in yesterday

Xia Zhuo felt that studying was a very boring thing.

Uncle Si and Aunt Fang have never asked him anything in terms of studies, they only hope that he can master some skills in the area of ​​interest, and don't ask him to be rich, just to live a stable life in the future.

But he was sensible since he was a child. He brought little red flowers home from kindergarten, an honorary certificate from elementary school, a semester report card from junior high school, and an admission letter from A University in high school.

In the eyes of some parents, he is "other people's child".

He didn't study rigidly. He would invite his classmates to play basketball together in his spare time on weekends. Aunt Fang said coquettishly that she wanted a computer for playing games.

Originally, the couple thought of adopting one because they hadn't had children for many years, but in most people's minds, the child they adopted was naturally completely different from the one they gave birth to.But when Xia Zhuo was taken home, Aunt Fang sent him to school one day, accompanied by Uncle Si, he went to the hospital for a ring surgery.Regardless of whether there is a chance to have another child, they don't plan to have another child. They already have Xia Zhuo, and they will treat him wholeheartedly as their own.

At the age of nine, Xia Zhuo, who has always been popular, had a dispute with another child for the first time, and the two had a fight in the class.

Xia Zhuo was not as tall as others, but he stretched out his hands flexibly, but the other child who was fighting with him kept crying and calling his mother.The teacher asked Xia Zhuo to apologize, but Xia Zhuo was not happy, so he invited Uncle Si to the school.

Loving mother and strict father, this is the role that most parents are playing.At that time, Xia Zhuo was a little afraid of his father, because Uncle Si always had a straight face and was busy with work, so he seldom had dinner with them, so after Uncle Si arrived at the office, Xia Zhuo kept silent head, anxiously waiting to be criticized and educated by him.

But Uncle Si just took a look at him who didn't suffer much, and said to the teacher: "Si Miao won't bully other children casually, have you figured out the reason?"

After investigation, I found out that the child tore up Xia Zhuo's homework because of jealousy, which triggered the fuse of the war.

It was the first time Uncle Si picked him up and bought him an ice cream on the way, "I don't understand what happened, nor have I experienced your grievances, so neither the teacher nor I have the right to decide who is right. Wrong. But this is Miaomiao's business, the conflict between Miaomiao and that child has to be resolved by yourself, you know?"

Being able to grow up in such a family, Xia Zhuo's childhood was a happy one.

He has won the love of his parents no less than others, and has a cheerful and straightforward personality. After his facial features gradually grow with age, hearts are beating for him.

Aunt Fang was very worried about whether he would fall in love early, but Uncle Si said that the child knew what he could do and what he could not do, so there was no need for them to worry about it.This kind of comfort does not work in the heart of a mother. Like Sherlock Holmes, she pays attention to the interpersonal relationship around Xia Zhuo, and then finds that he is really not interested in love, and treats everyone with a smiling and friendly attitude.

Hmm... In various senses, Xia Zhuo reassured them too much.I don't know that this is my son accumulating power buffs, and he is waiting to throw a heavyweight bomb to them one day in the future.

And the first pinch of gunpowder for this bomb was bred in his year.

In the first semester of college, the campus is full of flowers not long after the start of school, and you can smell different fragrances every few steps you take.

The spring breeze is still a little cool, and the swaying clusters of petals reveal strings of crystal dewdrops. The clumps of bamboo planted beside the rockery pool are shining in the sun, and the tender green branches that can’t wait to be pulled out imply new In the beginning, everything that came into view was like a tender and lingering dream.

Last night, I played games with my roommate until late at night, and Xia Zhuo got up to wash and dress when the sun was high. His stomach was gurgling and urging him to eat as soon as possible, so before noon, Xia Zhuo stepped on the avenue covered with cherry blossom petals outside the school gate , went across the road to solve the problem of food and clothing.

Leaving the breakfast shop, not far next door is a bookstore called "Desting", which means "destiny".

This bookstore is quite famous. All the books in the store can be opened and read by yourself. The owner is an extremely book lover. As long as you apply for an annual membership, you will receive a booklet from the bookstore every month, no matter where you are in the world or the sea. a random book.

As for the book, it all depends on which book the boss likes the most that month.Therefore, some people say that this fate refers to the relationship between people and books. You can't predict which book is the most suitable for you. In the continuous search and trial for a year, you will always find out which type you like best. kind.

With a thought, he had already pushed open the transparent door and stepped into the store amidst the sound of wind chimes.

Most of the cash register is shrouded in sunlight, and the middle-aged boss is lying on a bamboo chair and reading a foreign masterpiece.

On the ceiling of the aisle leading to each area, a palm-sized wooden shipping lottery is hung on a straw rope.He raised his hand curiously to fiddle with it. The front was carved with flower vines and unnamed birds, and the words "Entry and exit safely, everything goes smoothly" were printed on the back.

The hustle and bustle outside seems to be cut off, and readers are sitting scattered on a row of tables in the corner. What is filled in the air is not a strong coffee aroma, but a fragrance that has never been smelled before, and it does not seem to be specific. The smell of flowers and plants can make people calm down quickly and feel a sense of peace.

He strolled leisurely, wandering around aimlessly, he had heard a little about many classics, but at this moment he had no interest in reading them, and finally stopped in the leisure reading area.What surprised him was that a certain comic that he had been reading on the Internet had actually been published. The moment he accidentally saw it, he wanted to buy it back, but there was only one left on the entire bookshelf. Is it for trial reading or can it be sold? After standing there for a while, he took the book to the cashier to find the boss.

The boss wore round-rimmed glasses and half-squinted his eyes in the sunlight. When he saw him approaching, he smiled amiably and sat up from the chair.

"Boss, is this book for sale?" He turned the book over, "I think there is only one book."

"Sell it, sell it if you like it, and I'll sell it if you like any pot of flowers." The boss took the book with a smile, glanced at the cover, and then returned it to him, "Is the storyline of this book interesting? For a while, my son told me to pay attention to buying a few copies. Seeing that he was so interested, I tried to look through it."

"It's quite interesting. These stories about crossing different worlds are very popular recently." Speaking of the storyline, Xia Zhuo chatted a few more words around the characters in it.

The boss expressed his opinions one by one, and he had no choice but to end the chat when someone came to pay the bill later, "This book has been dismantled, if you want a new one, I'll order a new one for you."

"No, that's fine." Xia Zhuo flipped through the inner pages indifferently, "Nothing is damaged, and the bookmark given as a gift is also there."

The boss nodded, "The next volume will be on the shelves in about a month, so you can take a look then."

Putting the book into a paper bag, Xia Zhuo happily walked out of the bookstore.He thought that in the afternoon, he could sit in a milk tea shop and slowly read the book again.

He stepped on a few steps, when a shadow suddenly fell on the high place, and when he looked up, a boy of similar age was walking towards him.The narrow space in front of the store can only accommodate two people walking side by side. Xia Zhuo stood in the center with one leg bent on the first step. The two stopped at the same time. One lowered his head slightly and the other raised his head. Lines of sight inevitably crossed.

The sun shone on the man's face from the side, and Xia Zhuo saw his obsidian-like eyes.

"Hello classmate, can you let me have a moment?" The boy on the high place couldn't help urging him after he didn't move for a few seconds.

"Ah," Xia Zhuo blinked as if waking up from a dream, "I'm sorry."

The boy moved slightly, and he also quickly dodged to the right.Unexpectedly, the direction of avoidance of the two met, and the distance was shortened in an instant, both of them were stunned, and then avoided to the other side at the same time.

The tip of Xia Zhuo's nose rubbed against the thin sweater on the other's chest, and a slight numbness came up, as if a spring breeze mixed with the smell of lemon laundry detergent flowed into the skin and spread to the whole body, making people feel inexplicably warm and comfortable.

He trembled and couldn't help laughing.

"……puff."

The boy quickly bowed and staggered, "I'm sorry, this place is too narrow."

"It's all right," Xia Zhuo waved his hand, "Are you here to buy books?"

What else can you do in a bookstore if you don’t buy books?It's a lot like a poor way of making conversation.

"Well, let's choose some professional books." Although he felt strange, the boy answered truthfully.

"Oh, then go in quickly." Xia Zhuo also realized that she asked an idiot question, and jumped onto the platform shyly.

The boy nodded slightly, said "goodbye" politely, turned and went in.

Xia Zhuo stared at the wind chimes that were still spinning on the door for a moment, scratched her ears, tightened her handbag, and followed the crowd to the next destination.

Although the school has been under strict control recently, it did not prevent most of the students from going out for a stroll. There were waves of chirping conversations around them, trapped in the center of the vortex, and his heart seemed to be disturbed, with the ups and downs The volume is also plopping.

He hadn't gone far, but his whole body was sweating slightly. He stretched out his hand and patted one of his cheeks. The temperature under his fingertips was higher than normal. When he opened and closed his eyes, he was covered with the other's face. The scent of flowers could not cover up the smell of lemon that he had smelled for less than a second in his memory.

Choose a professional book... It should not be from the same department as him, and I have never seen it before.

Xia Zhuo went to the milk tea shop, ordered a drink she was used to drinking, and then went to the second floor to open the comics she just bought.

The milk tea shop is much noisier than the bookstore. The downstairs is filled with the voices of students ordering, and there are people playing cards at the big table beside it.

Every few pages he turned, he couldn't help looking through the window in the direction he came and went.Maybe I missed it inadvertently, and the boy in the black sweater didn't appear again when the sun was about to set. This kind of disappointment is very subtle, and you can't feel it if you don't pay attention to it carefully.

Someone in the roommate group asked him if he would come back now, and if he would pass by the cafeteria on the way, and after receiving the answer, one by one called him Dad.The people around left one after another, but a new batch came in again.As the temperature dropped, Xia Zhuo closed the book, threw the finished plastic cup into the trash can, and returned to school slowly with the bag in hand while replying to the news.

When he arrived at the zebra crossing, he stared up at the red no-passing sign on the opposite side, belatedly thinking: I'm so stupid, if I knew the person would answer his question, he should have asked the other person's name.