After she was sixteen years old, because several things happened one after another, she didn't have time to apply for an ID card. She didn't think about it until she was about to sign up for the college entrance examination. The college entrance examination should be able to catch up with the registration, but the registration of the northern and minor languages was too late to wait for the ID card, so she had no choice but to go home and ask grandfather again for the household registration book.
Since those things happened, she has reduced the frequency of going home.
Ji Chengyang seemed to understand all her thoughts and personally sent her back to the courtyard on Friday night, but to avoid suspicion, he also went home to visit his brother and sister and Nuan Nuan. The two made an appointment. Two hours later, at 8 o'clock in the original elementary school campus, Ji Yi came out according to the time. It happened that Nuan Nuan also reluctantly came out holding Ji Chengyang’s arm and saw her back. , Yelled: "Sixi."
Ji Yi looked back, pretending to be an accident.
"How long have you not seen my uncle?" Nuannuan's eyes curled, "Quickly speak."
"...Uncle Xiao Ji," Ji Yi was a little uncomfortable, "Are you busy lately?"
Ji Chengyang glanced at her calmly: "It's a bit busy, you are all about to take the college entrance examination, so hurry up and read more books." He said two or three more politely, but most of them were talking with warmth. In the end, Nuannuan I couldn't stand it anymore, he kept pushing Ji Chengyang and said: "You go, go, let you talk to Xixi, why has it become my mini-criticism?"
Ji Yi couldn't help laughing.
Watching him pull out the black car key, the car rang as he unlocked it in the dark. Then he got in the car and went all the way.
Nuan Nuan knew that Ji Yi no longer lived in her grandfather’s house. Seeing that it was past eight o’clock, she urged her to go back to school quickly: “It’s getting dark. I’ll go to you tomorrow night and listen to your small language registration status. move."
Ji Yi nodded and walked into the night with his schoolbag on his back.
She felt a little faint. After walking for a while, she looked back at Nuan Nuan to confirm that she had returned to the door of the building and finally walked into the small garden next to the building. Passing through here in the dark, no one will see it. After a few corridors, it is the old site of the kindergarten. Next to the kindergarten is the elementary school she had studied.
Ji Chengyang parked the car at the old station and walked over by herself, just as she happened to have just walked through the garden.
The two walked towards each other on the concrete road with no one, only street lights, and stopped in front of the small iron gate of the elementary school at the same time. I don't know why, she walked over step by step, as if approaching an unattainable dream.
Are you cowardly...
She looked at his silhouette under the street lamp, looked at this man who was already successful in life, with the feeling of pure nostalgia for him, the feeling of love but not daring to possess it, and she was suddenly afraid that he would know.
"There is no one in this elementary school?" Ji Chengyang reached out to push the small iron door.
"Yes, it is said that parents think that the teachers in the courtyard are not good enough, so they all send the students out, so it seems that the elementary school is closed." Ji Yi also knows when she listens to family chats.
The door will never be locked, and so it is now abandoned.
This campus is surprisingly small, with a 400-meter track on the left, surrounded by a basketball court and several table tennis tables, uneven bars, and parallel bars. In the middle is a small playground with a bare flagpole standing upright. There is a row of green wooden doors on the right hand side, which are used for classes. classroom.
Very small classroom.
"When I was here, I had not opened a primary or junior high school for children," Ji Chengyang recalled. "Maybe no one had this need at that time, only kindergartens. Now they are all closed again. It seems that only eight people have enjoyed this kind of welfare. A child in the ten's."
She thought for a while, and found it fun: "Then you studied outside the courtyard when you were young? How wonderful."
"It's good for boys," Ji Chengyang said. "However, girls are still suitable for simple environments when they are young."
Ji Chengyang looked at the elementary school she had attended while walking.
The wall of the elementary school in the courtyard has always been simple, only as high as an adult, and still a simple iron railing. In the past, when he passed by, he could see the children taking physical education class inside. Earlier, he could see dozens of children standing on the small playground, singing the national anthem loudly.
At that time, I didn't feel any difference.
Now think about it, maybe there was Ji Yi in it, she was small, and she must be standing in the first row.
Ji Yi walked through a row of poplar trees with dark green leaves in front of the classroom, and jumped onto the steps in front of the classroom: "There is one class for each grade, and there are eight or nine people in each class. people."
Ji Yi walked to the fourth classroom and found that the windows of the classroom were covered with newspaper.
She stood on the door of the classroom and felt the crack in the upper door. Only the classroom she had read had this crack. She gently slid her finger from above, and suddenly remembered the carefree time when she was a child. Just like Nuan Nuan’s mother said, when I was a child, my grandfather sent myself to the elementary school exam. At that time, he was too young and too nervous. Even the principal of the elementary school asked himself where the capital of China was. A vast expanse.
Fortunately, it was her Xinjiang dance that conquered the principal and agreed to enroll her. It was so silly at that time, it was not like the children nowadays wishing to be able to surf the Internet at a few years old. Grandpa still laughed and said that it was okay, but now... She just returned home, and the grandpa who went in and out twice didn't say a word to her at all.
Nuan Nuan's mother said that when she sees blood for a while, her temper will change when she gets old.
If... the relationship between people and people can never change, just stop at the best time.
"Want to go in?" Ji Chengyang's voice seemed to come from outside, pulling her back to reality.
She looked at him with twinkling eyes, a little expectant.
Ji Chengyang lowered his head, slowly took out a red Swiss army knife with a small cross from his pocket, and then fiddled with the tool in his palm to see that open lock picking was lighter than a feather. Ji Yi breathed lightly and looked around nervously, lest the soldiers patrolling the courtyard would pass by and see such a scene.
He seemed to have found the tool that he liked, and plunged the silver tool into the keyhole.
In less than two or three seconds, there was the sound of the brass lock ringing. .
Ji Chengyang retracted his saber, held the door with his hand, and slowly pushed it open.
Moonlight slowly entered this dark classroom as the door opened.
Standing on the steps in front of the classroom, Ji Yi stared at the dark green wooden door with a big crack, and at the dark classroom, he was taken aback for a moment. With a light click, there was already a flame around him, fluttering beside Ji Chengyang's finger, illuminating the classroom.
"Quickly kill," Ji Yi said in a low voice, holding his arm. "There are no street lights in the school. They are all black. If we make a fire, the patrol will see it and it will be troublesome."
Ji’s youngest son took Ji’s parents and granddaughter...
If it were discovered, it would be really shameful.
Ji Chengyang reacted for a second, then let go of his thumb.
The lighter went out instantly.
Because he pressed it for dozens of seconds, it was already a bit hot, and he bumped his palm before throwing it back into his trouser pocket.
Ji Yi had already walked into the classroom, it was too dark, and had to tear down the newspaper on the window.
It's a pity that it went so well, but I forgot that this place has been sealed for more than half a year, and dust has accumulated everywhere. Ji Chengyang frowned from choking and dragged her to his side to avoid the raised dust.
Ji Yi also coughed, retired to the door with him, and happily pointed to the second seat in the first row: "I used to sit in that seat," she seemed to complain not reconciledly, "I can't sleep if I want to, it's the teacher. Under my nose, I have been sitting in the first row since I was young, and I have been sitting in the back row since I was young."
Ji Chengyang looked at the pair of small tables and chairs under the moonlight and smiled, "Why? Because the teacher likes you the most?"
"It's not... It's all because I'm so short, I can't see the blackboard while sitting behind."
Ji Chengyang also laughed, exactly the same as the answer he had imagined.
All these past events fell into Ji Chengyang's ears as if someone turned to him page after page of her childhood photo album, with an old yellow color that was unique to the years.
He continued to look at the classroom and asked her casually: "Did you have many photos when you were a kid?"
He remembered that Nuannuan would take pictures every year when his birthday was approaching, recording the growth trajectory from childhood to adulthood.
"Not much, I don't like taking pictures." Ji Yi smiled and walked away from Ji Chengyang, walking up to the podium, only to find chalk in the wooden trough under the blackboard, "It seems... only one hundred days of sunshine, and three or four years old. A few, all wearing small military uniforms and military caps, they look especially like boys."
"Have you been on stage before?" Ji Chengyang remembered taking her to dance for the first time, but he forgot to take a photo of her. "No one has ever photographed you?"
"It seems to have... Only a big picture," she picked up the chalk from the dust, and casually scribbled on the blackboard, "It was the year you sent me, I skipped a pas deux, and then I didn't skip it. "
As she said, she was going to draw that horizontal line again, but she stopped abruptly.
Behind him, Ji Chengyang's eyes appeared from under his baseball cap, and his whole body was still in the dark, looking at the stroke she wrote.
Ji Yi was also stupid.
God, what am I writing
Too used to it.
He has completely developed a habit. As long as he holds a pen, he will write his name on paper. It is like an inborn habit. Sometimes when I buy a fountain pen with Nuan Nuan, I will habitually write " Try the refill of the word "Ji". Every time Nuannuan laughed at her as true love, she didn't write her own "Ji", but instead wrote Ji Nuannuan's "Ji".
Only she knew that she wrote his last name.
The chalk stopped on the blackboard for a few seconds.
She bit her lip lightly, pretending not to care, and threw the chalk head in her hand under her feet.
Please, don’t see that one just now, don’t... if you see...
This thought grew crazily in a corner of her heart, spreading, and tightly wrapped around her whole heart.
Anxiety and anticipation, the two emotions are entangled, making the heart heavy. There was too much emotion infused there, and it was so difficult to pace.
"It's almost nine o'clock." Ji Chengyang's voice told her behind him.
"Yeah." She didn't dare to turn around inexplicably, with a guilty conscience.
As a result, Ji Chengyang approached and stepped onto the stage.
He also picked out a yellow chalk from the dust, and was playing with it in his hand, as if he wanted to write something. She was looking at him in the moonlight, in the dust floating in the moonlight, her heart beating frantically, but she didn't dare to continue talking, just stared at the third button of his shirt and exhaled softly.
She felt that the blood was flowing frantically all over her body and couldn't stop it.
The sound of chalk falling on the blackboard.
Ji Chengyang didn't say a word, so she wrote down her last name with the stroke she had just made, and then another word was added in a few strokes as soon as the pen was turned. Ji Chengyang kneaded the little yellow chalk head with two fingers, looked down at her, and looked at the slightly parted bangs of her forehead, as if he sighed slightly. That soft sigh, with feelings that I wanted to conceal, seemed very light and heavy.
"Do you want to write these two words?"
two
She looked up.
In the moonlight, on the blackboard, there are really two pen-style characters:
Yes... "Ji" and "Ji".