In this small town that runs from five to nine, everyone has their own affairs, whether they are busy, leisurely, or in a hurry, and always have their own sense of belonging.

Everyone is so small, so small that it makes people feel at ease.

The paper plane flew over the high roof, over the balcony where the girl was drying white underwear, over the red walls and white tiles covered with creeping vines, and over the mottled gaps of tree shadows, flying higher and higher, hiding in the quiet valley.

The uncle brushing his teeth on the balcony looked up at the sky, as the paper plane flew farther and farther away, as if he had thought of something. His memory might be a little blurry, but the person who was not unforgettable but never forgotten, floated into his heart with the paper plane, his lips squirmed, and some words rolled silently in his chest, but he couldn't say it. His heart suddenly tightened, as if he had thrown away something important.

Some people are lost, but they may never be able to find them again.

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The sun is slightly burning, bright but not sad, old roads, bluestone roads, gray and white walls and tiles, green ivy thriving, birds passing by, and there are three or two people.

In this winter, it is not easy to have such good weather.

Fang Ning is a person who can't stop. After a while of leisure, he felt uncomfortable all over and always wanted to find something to do.

But his group of best friends are living their own lives, and each has his own affairs. He wants to take the time to play with him, but he has no time.

Fang Wei also has his own affairs. He attends cram school every day and is full of schedule. He has to get up when the weather is dawn in the morning and is blowing the air conditioner outside. He comes back very late at night. After dinner, he takes a shower and goes to bed after making cram school. There is no gap in stopping and there is no chance to complain.

She has reached the critical moment when she goes to junior high school. There are three schools to choose from before her. The first is Tianyue Middle School of the Federation of Overseas Chinese, which is considered a direct promotion. She has been a local student since she studied at the Federation of Overseas Chinese, and the benefits must be great. The second is No. 14 Middle School, which is close to her home, and it is less than ten minutes from home to school. The teaching staff is only a little worse than Tianyue of the Federation of Overseas Chinese. The third is Qiming Middle School in Chengbei, a public school, with a strong teaching staff and accumulating strength, and has a potential that people dare not look down on.

Of course, now I think these are still a bit far away. Whatever your future choice is all about her own business.

Fang Ning practiced calligraphy in the study room. He wrote more than a dozen words in his hand and couldn't get down. He simply graffitied on the white paper, with ink marks everywhere. He pinched his ears with some annoyance, washed the brush and Chi Yan, walked back and forth in the study room, and kept sighing.

He felt that he could not calm down and had an urge to be suppressed, as if he had reached a decadent period, and he did not do anything well, and he was always inexplicably irritated.

This irrepressible impulse is called distracted in Buddhism, which means that thinking is like a monkey jumping, and consciousness is like a horse running.

Thinking about everything, I can't calm down.

It’s not that the huge gap in life makes him feel empty, but it is precisely the fulfillment of life, without regrets, that makes him feel at a loss.

In the eyes of parents, he is a good boy, obedient and sensible, and does not let adults worry. In the eyes of teachers, he is a good boy, not quarrels or making noise, excellent academic performance, and a proud disciple. In the eyes of classmates, he gets along with everyone, and will not have too much contact with girls, nor will he play basketball with boys, and just stays quietly.

Imagine a life like this, it seems that it is always perfect without flaws, without twists and turns, and without unpleasant things. But the biggest disadvantage of a life like this is that it is too perfect.

When he returned to this era, he had been changing regrets and avoiding the life of some bumpy things in the future. To some extent, he did change some subtle details of history, but in this process, he was like a wolf dog running in a hurry, chasing it with all his might, making every life perfectly portrayed, but is such a life really what he wants?

He was a little confused, and his originally firm heart was also a little confused. He seemed to have lost his direction and lost faith on this long journey.

That's why he feels upset.

Or he was actually afraid and worried that all his efforts were just a gorgeous and grand dream.

No matter how good the dream is, it will eventually wake up one day.

Once he wakes up, he will be knocked into his original form.

He is still just Fang Ning, the office worker who was as in a hurry as a jackal in his later generations. For the sake of life, he no longer thinks about the dream buried deep in his heart. After all, the dream cannot be reflected in reality.

But everyone here, grandma, grandpa, parents, sister, every best friend, and every building here are so real. Every morning, the streets with mist are so bright and bright. The greasy fried dough sticks and steaming soy milk make him unable to doubt whether this is a dream.

Hesitate in confusion, and pursue that ray of light again in panic.

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Even if this is a dream, cherishing the present moment is the ultimate thing.

It is better to cherish the people in front of you than to see the mountains and rivers in front of you.

Fang Ning rode out on a bike and decided to walk around his home again and experience his life trajectory for himself, in the current junior high school and the not-far high school.

He rode his bike through the streets and alleys, and the bells rang gently, passing through the road where camphor trees were planted, and also seeing the old shops covered with mottled time. Following the No. 6 bus covered with sunshine, walking on the street that has not changed for ten years, you can see your dreams when you look up.

The shadows here seem to be washed away.

It was very relaxed, and the irritability in my heart disappeared. I could only ride my bicycle and the cold wind blowing towards me.

He rode his bike along the downhill direction of the old street and slid all the way. After crossing the pedestrians, he saw the shimmering river water outside the Bibo Bridge, flowing endlessly. He wanted to release animals and sing, but he couldn't sing. There were still important things waiting for him to do.

Then he sent a postcard to his former friend at the Minjian Road Post Office. One of them was for Ming Nannan and said that I miss you very much, for my friends in Shanshu Village, and another one for my future self.

Except for the one that gave me the future, the postcards of others were stamped and sent out.

When I passed by Tianyue Cultural Square, I saw someone dipped a large brush on the ground to practice writing, and wrote a sentence "I used to be a sea of ​​water, but I won't be able to make the clouds."

Fang Ning was slightly touched. In this square of laughter, he seemed to understand a lot that some things would not change.
Chapter completed!