September 1, 2015.

"Zhi Xu, do you want to get another box of milk?"

"No need, I can't drink it." Xia Zhixu tied his sneakers and shoelaces, grabbed his schoolbag and hung it on his shoulders, "My parents, I'm leaving."

Xia's mother put down the milk and trotted to Xia Zhixu. Her son was only fifteen years old, so she sucked a piece early, a head taller than her. She put Xia Zhixu's school badge on the table on his left chest, "Look at you, I almost forgot this, I lost it all the way on the first day of school."

Dad Xia put down the newspaper, "Do you want me to give it to you?"

Xia Zhixu smiled and hugged Xia’s mother, stretched her neck and shouted at the restaurant’s father, "No need, I’ll take the bus. Let’s go!"

The weather in September is hard to describe. The heat has just faded, but it has not yet entered the refreshing autumn. It is mixed between the two seasons, just like his age.

No boundaries, ambiguity and unclear.

After leaving home, you can cross the road and get the bus stop. Jingjian Middle School’s summer uniform is very simple, with a white short-sleeved shirt with black trousers. This made Xia Zhixu very satisfied. He originally thought that the color of the Polo shirt and shorts would be a bit surprised when he received the school uniform, but it also suited the style of this school.

I walked lazily to the bus stop, and a few office workers stood next to the stop sign, looking very anxious. Xia Zhixu sat on the bench, looked at the direction of the bus coming from the distance, and was waiting for his bus No. 729.

There were gradually more people at the bus stop. There were a few girls wearing other school uniforms. The dark blue uniforms were very long, covering their knees. There were also some younger elementary school students who were holding their unfinished breakfast in their hands and talking softly.

Xia Zhixu stretched out his long legs and looked at the watch on his wrist boredly.

7:39.

It's still early, so it shouldn't be late.

Raise your head again.

A new figure appeared in his sight, wearing Jingjian Middle School uniform like himself.

His back looks so thin, just like the small saplings he planted in his grandma's yard last year, standing straight, always feeling uneasy, as if the wind would fall over.

It was very strange. This person was standing here, standing at this noisy and humane bus stop, but invisibly, there seemed to be a thin diaphragm that separates him from everything outside, alienated and quiet.

Just like when I was a child, the performers on the roadside blew out a huge bubble that could cover people completely, and the sun shone with colorful light.

Xia Zhixu tilted his head and wanted to see the person's face out of curiosity about the students of the same school.

At this time, I should be a freshman.

“729 is here.”

When Xia Zhixu heard someone talking, he realized and quickly stood up from the bench. The bus that had just stopped was already full of people, so he had to wait behind and finally got on the bus.

——Student card.

Xia Zhixu put the card into the side of his schoolbag and was squeezed into the middle of the carriage by the crowd. The entire bus was like a huge canned sardine, with people close to the people and unable to move. He turned his head and looked around, and saw a white shirt like himself from the dense crowd.

The colorful bubble is still there, wrapping the person inside.

In the shaking figure, Xia Zhixu could barely see his side face and found that he seemed to have injuries on his body. His left arm was plastered in a cast.

——Nanjing Road is here, please bring your own belongings...

The crowd loosened a little. Xia Zhixu watched many passengers leave the carriage, and he also squeezed backwards, "I'm sorry to give in, I'm sorry..."

As I wished, I squeezed to the boy next to him.

Xia Zhixu reached out and grabbed the pull ring above his head. The car started. He couldn't hold back and accidentally hit the boy beside him. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The student who was hit did not even raise his head. The only hand that could move was holding the pillar next to him, and shook his head facing the side window.

Xia Zhixu lowered his head slightly and looked at the people beside him quietly with his chin on his side. He kept lowering his head slightly, with almost no expression. He had tape on his lips, cheekbones and neck on his left, and there seemed to be some on his forehead.

Was he beaten? How could he get so many injuries?

But he looks very beautiful, and looks pretty, and is only a small piece shorter than himself. His skin is very white, and light blue blood vessels can be seen with his lower drooping eyelids. His two eyelashes are shining with sunlight, and long shadows are casting in the skin under his eyes.

His eyes moved down the straight bridge of his nose and fell to his lips. The color was very light, and a less obvious lip bead could be seen on the side.

When I first met, I stared at someone’s mouth, and it seemed impolite.

Xia Zhixu, who realized this problem, turned his head and his eyes flashed.

It was just that curiosity was at work. He comforted himself like this.

The car swayed and the buses in this city were known for their fierce driving, and the drivers almost used the bus as a kart.

After a sudden stop, the boy beside him bumped into Xia Zhixu.

He was nothing, he was just worried about this man's arm. Xia Zhixu helped him, "Is it okay?"

My lips that I had just stared at were slightly opened, "...sorry."

The sound is also very nice.

Like the sound of a spring surging.

This strange metaphor made him want to complain, after all, he was really not that interested in literature and always wrote something boring or curious.

I was still a little worried and couldn't help but take a few more glances. His hair color was completely different from that of himself. It was lighter and dark brown, which looked brighter in the sun, soft and easy to rub.

But his face was really not very good, a little pale, and his hands holding Zhuzi were tightly held, and his joints were white.

Xia Zhixu just looked at it like this, and the other party suddenly turned his head, as if he had noticed his relentless eyes.

He quickly raised his head and looked at the road map above his head as if nothing had happened.

There is another stop.

I have loved ones since elementary school. Xia Zhixu, who was watched by girls from other classes outside the window for three years in junior high school, felt the feeling of peeking at others for the first time in his life. He felt strange and indecipherable.

He turned around and squeezed to the car door with great difficulty. No matter what it felt, it was time for him to get out of the car now.

As the sound of the station was heard and the car door was opened, Xia Zhixu walked out of the car with a complicated mood with his bag on his back. For some reason, his steps slowed down unconsciously, as if he was waiting for someone, and he had the urge to turn back.

But he didn't look back.

Let's go, go to the classroom early to meet new classmates.

As soon as I did my psychological construction and took the first brisk step, the clothes and fabric on my back were grabbed by someone.

Xia Zhixu subconsciously turned around, but did not see anyone. He lowered his head and saw someone squatting behind him. It was the boy who was just in the car.

The man covered by colorful bubbles.

He actually had hallucinations, and a vague sound of bubbles broke.

"What's wrong with you?" He was a little nervous and quickly squatted down and held the other party's uninjured shoulder. "Does he feel uncomfortable somewhere? Motion sickness?"

The boy's face was very pale, his lips were also pale, his head was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he couldn't lift his head.

For some reason, Xia Zhixu began to get anxious, "Are you talking?"

"Is there... any candy?" He grabbed Xia Zhixu's arm, as if he wanted to find a support point.

"Sugar? I don't have sugar, can milk..." Xia Zhixu was a little confused. He subconsciously reached out to touch the side of his schoolbag. Then he remembered that he didn't bring milk today, and couldn't help but feel a little upset.

The boy frowned tightly and shook his head faintly.

Xia Zhixu looked around and found the convenience store at the school gate, "Wait, I'll go there to buy it soon." He stood up quickly, ran and looked back, and he was still squatting there alone.

He ran to the convenience store in a panic and said, "One, one packet of candy!"

"What candy?" The boss sitting inside and eating noodles lazyly didn't raise his eyelids.

"Whatever," Xia Zhixu gasped and suddenly remembered something, "Don't bubble gum."

As soon as the boss put down his chopsticks, he stretched out a hand and pushed the spherical body full of lollipops on the glass cabinet, "Here, pick it yourself."

Xia Zhixu didn't even look at it, so he took one casually. He was about to leave when the other party shouted: "Hey, you didn't give the money!"

He was so anxious that he almost forgot to give the money. Xia Zhixu quickly turned it back and touched it for a long time. He only had a piece of it on his body, so he handed it to him, "Please look for it quickly, thank you."

"What's the hurry?" The boss raised his eyes and glanced at the old clock on the wall. "It's still early. You guys should be a freshman in the first year of high school. Don't worry, you won't go to morning self-study on the first day of school."

Xia Zhixu looked at him carefully at the sunlight and stroked the one hundred yuan with his index finger and thumb, then slowly opened the drawer, took out change one by one, and ordered it carefully.

It feels like a century has passed.

"Here, click a little by yourself to see if you are right..."

"Thank you." Xia Zhixu quickly took the stack of old paper money and ran away.

The boss looked at his back and shook his head, "What's wrong with the kids now? It's weird..."

Xia Zhixu ran back to the bus stop just now, but found that the boy who had squatted here had disappeared. His heart suddenly sank. He walked around several times, and many people in the same school uniform were walking towards the school gate, and none of them were him.

He held the lollipop tightly, and a layer of sweat broke out in his palms and back.

Sticky and anxious.

A huge feeling of loss drowned him. I can't say whether it was because he didn't do good things to make him feel unwilling to be willing to do it. Anyway, he just felt uncomfortable. He looked down at the candy on his hands, unpacked himself and stuffed it into his mouth.

So sour.

What taste...

I took a look at the wrapping paper, which had bright lemons printed on it.

He crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the trash can at the school gate, looked up at the school gate, and followed the crowd in.

This school is one of the best high schools in the area. It is famous for its beautiful environment and rigorous academic style. In this city that attaches importance to basic education, many parents want to send their children to study after squeezing their heads.
To be continued...