Just after the rainy day, the sky is clear.
September, early autumn, neither hot nor cold, very suitable for sleeping.
Chu also just woke up when the class bell rang.
The deskmate lowered his voice, "There are transfer students in this issue."
Chu Yi just woke up not long ago, with sleepy eyes, silent, retracted his arms, and pulled out a novel from the drawer.
Two boys stood at the door, the halo seemed to be blurred, looking at the past, the boy standing on the podium was dark and was introducing himself, calling an ordinary name like Tie Zhu Da Niu.
Chu Yi was a little bored, his fingertips were pressing on the cover of the book, he opened it, and read a few lines with a very indifferent expression.
The teacher turned around, "It's your turn."
The boy stood by the door with a black schoolbag on his back, looked out the window, and turned his head when he heard the words.
Chu Yi's finger resting on the page of the book stopped, bent slightly, and retracted it.
The sun moved behind the clouds, and the air was still filled with the smell of water vapor and the fragrance of September grass and trees.
"Wen Yiheng."
The voice was light, the brief self-introduction, the halo fell on his face, he was white and clean, he couldn't tell clearly, the reason was unclear, until now, even if he had described it in his heart a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, An appearance that cannot be described in words.
After nine years, Chu Yi still remembers the first time he saw Wen Yiheng.
Chu also sat in the back row of him.
For two weeks, she didn't speak a word to him.
I was withdrawn at the beginning, usually, in school, I would always write my homework in advance, and then I would read all kinds of books at will, from modern novels to ancient literature, from foreign classics to ghost stories that cost a few yuan a copy on the street stalls, and I could be expressionless Even those who have read those obscene words and sentences written in classical Chinese will also laugh out loud at a very funny joke.
The first in class, withdrawn, awkward, and immersed in his own world.
It is the image that Chuyi has always existed in this world.
Their first conversation took place in the first semester of the second year of junior high school, the third week of school, a very common school year physical examination.
"I'm taller than you." She squeezed the thin medical examination form, without looking up at him, and suddenly said a word.
Wen Yiheng was a little surprised, she realized that his eyes fell on her for no reason, and her cheeks burned unbearably.
Chu Yi stubbornly said, "Heavier than you."
Four extremely similar numbers, at a glance, she has a good memory and remembered them in her heart at a glance.
"En." He only answered one word, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, his eyes were very gentle, and there was a faint smile in his voice.
Chu Yi suddenly had her heart beating like a drum, and her ears were burning uncontrollably. She bit her lips tightly, lowered her head, and tried her best to keep her eyes on the pages of the book, but in her heart, it was as if a gust of wind suddenly fell, and her ears were burning red. I want to run, I want to jump, and I want to hide myself, curl up and hide in a corner, so that no one can see it.
Junior high school in a small town, September, early autumn.
At the beginning of that year, he was also thirteen years old, and Wen Yiheng was thirteen years old.