With You

(No.27—No.31)

No.27

Looking at us with great interest, the group of freshmen gathered together in twos and threes to comment. They were high school sophomores in pure white uniforms.

Looking at my class and the classmates next door with great interest, the ones who patted each other are high school students in light blue uniforms.

The longer you get along, the greater your interest in yourself.

Our miscellaneous army under the command of the director mixed into the sea of ​​pure white and light blue, as if plunged headlong into the vast sky. The bag was empty, because the textbooks had not been sent out. There were only a few calculation papers, a notebook, a pencil case, and a camera. However, when I glanced at Yu Huai from a distance and greeted him, the first thing I noticed was his schoolbag.

It looks very fulfilling.

"What are you carrying? Dynamite bag?"

To this funny joke of me, he bends over and lowers his head very cooperatively, put on a mysterious expression of "unspeakable, unspeakable", raised his index finger and made a "hush" sound at his mouth.

He blew on my face in one breath, then he smiled and turned around to line up.

Leave me alone and stand still.

I don't know what's wrong with me, my ears have a fever.

No.28

Not far away, there was a second-year high school sister wearing a pure white school uniform and jacket leaning on the lamp post to look at me, beautiful and white, with a smile on her mouth. I don't know if she saw my abnormality just now, so I guilty of seeing something meaningful in her smile.

I grinned at her awkwardly, Quandang saying hello to senior.

"Newborn?" She is not loud, but she is very discerning and very nice.

"Senior sister." I nodded and bowed.

"Hey, Luo Zhi!" A girl with short and medium hair draped over her shoulders ran over, her school uniform jacket on her shoulders jumping, "Have you seen, there is a high school freshman with a red head over there? Mao, Moxi dry head, brown-red, very upright, with stud earrings on his left ear, so handsome!"

The elder sister who called me paper took her gaze away from me and said seriously: "It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves forward, and the generations are more than the waves."

"What are you doing with you?" I was still smirking on the spot, and when I looked up, I saw Yu Huai rushing over to find me, "The line is almost ready, who are you still looking at here?"

"Hey!" I excitedly tugged Bibi by his sleeve, trying to tell him what I just heard. I subconsciously looked back and found that the senior sister was looking at us from a distance and smiling again. Without saying a word, it seemed as if the director was tiptoeing to catch the traitor.

However, when he looked closely, his smile was full of envy.

I was frightened by my strange thoughts, I just lowered my head to ponder, forgetting that my hand was pinching Yu Huai's arm severely.

It took a while for me to realize this, and quickly let go of an apology, but he put on a shy expression and whispered softly: "Pervert!"

I spread my hand: "I'm really wronged, I was framed for not taking advantage of it."

He yelled: "You touched it all!"

I also yelled wrongly: "But it doesn't feel good!"

No.29

The male and female classmates who molested each other on the first day of school are really offensive.

Yu Huai flushed and said, "Line up!"

Then, I followed his **** and walked towards the fifth class. Lifting my head, the black T-shirt blocked most of my vision, and the back of the boy in front of me was dangling, but it was very rhythmic.

I am not a very lively person, just like at this moment, standing in the team, I have no interest in taking the initiative to greet new classmates around and around to introduce myself. Of course, if anyone is willing to start this, I must be kind of willing to join in. , The role of the masses with a smile.

I don't know why, when I see Yu Huai, I feel very kind. Although I don't understand at all, there is a familiar feeling that we have known in the past life.

I took out the camera from the side of my schoolbag, raised it high, and the angle was slightly downward, and took seven or eight pictures in various directions.

When I rang the host's voice like a silver bell on the speaker, I lowered my head and carefully examined the few photos I had just taken.

Some happened to take close-ups of people, and some were just huge crowds.

Among a group of expressionless classmates, a very beautiful girl tilted her head, with a slightly curious and trying to hide expression, watching a very beautiful boy not far in front of her.

There is also a sophomore boy with a school uniform on his body and a pimples on his face. He raised one foot and tried to kick the boy in front of him.

There was still more than a week, with his head lowered and expressionless, only a small side of his face could be seen. Right in front of her that she hadn't noticed, a good-looking boy turned his head to peek at her. I couldn't see his expression, but it didn't seem to be a smile.

The most amazing thing is that I actually photographed that senior sister. Among the group of humorous and fuzzy-faced classmates, she was the only one who was silent and serious, with extremely bright eyes, looking at someone intently—but the person she was looking at was not in my lens.

Suddenly the sound of the pigeon whistle was heard, and the pigeons in the nearby residential area flew overhead in groups. I looked up and saw the blue sky, without the shelter of buildings, pure blue, suffocating.

I gently took the camera into my arms, somehow I started to feel a little sad.

My camera seems to be the eyes of God. We are mediocre in the world, and we can only see one acre of land around us, but it can catch everyone's fleeting subtle moments from a height, and then let the stories behind them reveal a thin tail.

But I can't catch it.

No.30

"Sigh, what is it, on the first day of school, did you lose your energy?" Yu Huai was beside me, afraid to speak loudly, sounding sly.

I handed him the camera, and he started flipping through it piece by piece.

"Is this what you just took?"

"Yeah, do you see anything?"

He put his face close to the camera.

"Your oily face, stay away from my screen!"

Hearing the sound, Yu Huai kept doing it, and he pressed his cheek closely to the screen. After pressing his left cheek to his right cheek, he rolled his eyes with anger and smiled happily.

"You took a mess, what can you tell?"

I shook my head: "Innocence is really good."

"Then you mean, what's in it?"

"story."

"What the hell?"

I grabbed the camera and flipped to the photos of those people, showing him all the minutiae in the corner and the corners of the eyebrows.

"Don't you think there are stories behind these people?"

He also figured it out seriously, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Maybe it's just that you have too much imagination."

I was going crazy when he said deeply: "Maybe it does."

Yu Huai looked at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while he raised his head and returned to his big grin.

"You said, everyone came to the flag raising ceremony to take a peek at someone who is not easy to see or can see but dare not stare openly?"

I was overwhelmed by this sentence, and then weakly followed: "Fart, the flag-raising ceremony is a youth patriotism education. The purpose of my participation is very pure. You don't represent me."

He laughed, and the topic was gone.

However, for the next few minutes, I was stuck in his words.

Although I have never experienced it personally, I also know that sometimes between classes and the flag-raising ceremony are the most anticipated by many people. In the vast sea of ​​people, they can always find their eyes to a certain person, turning a long and boring ceremony into an exclusive memory that is not worthy of outsiders.

No.31

"So the happiest one is still by my side."

I sighed with emotion without a preface.

I think of my dad. I can't speculate whether his love is alive or dead, but I know that his happiness for the rest of his life is not in me, nor in my mother. He will be holding hands for the rest of his life, it is Aunt Qi.

She is gentle, she is by her side.

However, Yu Huai chuckled, and took the stubbornly: "My little master, I've always been there."

I didn't refute his face, turned my head and smiled.

"The new semester and new life of Zhenhua Middle School, and the welcome ceremony for the 2003 freshmen, are now—in—beginning—beginning—"

I suddenly discovered that, just like this, our three people started their new lives in three different directions.