The preparation bell rang, and three or five boys crowded into a pile at the door, like red blood cells congested in the blood vessels. With a shout, they all fell into the door.

"Tian Zijun, your school uniform!" "Throw it over here!" The red scarf fluttered into the air, but was unable to swing down; the tall boy jumped to the podium, picked up the eraser and waved it in front of the blackboard like a knife.

"You're going to die! Can't you just wipe it gently?" A girl at the front desk pinched her nose and complained. The boy walked up to the girl with an expressionless face and clapped his hands like a weightlifter slapping talcum powder. The girl lowered her head and sneezed.

After sneezing, he turned around and hit the boy.

A man and a woman were moving a pile of books on the front table. The one on the left moved one centimeter to the right, and the one on the right moved two centimeters to the left. In the end, the girl eagerly grabbed the boy's clothes and moved him around.

The bright sunshine shines into the classroom, the breeze lifts the curtains, and the ceiling fan above the head rotates monotonously as if it never tires, just as youth seems to never end.

Wang Zixu pressed his forehead on the edge of the table and looked down at the floor. The table was filled with books. The top layer was "The Ordinary World", which was spread out and happened to stop at the section where Sun Shaoping borrowed books from Hao Hongmei. During class.

He would secretly take a look.

He traveled back in time. He traveled back to when he was seventeen years old. He was still in high school at that time. But he couldn't control his body to move even one centimeter, and he couldn't make his vocal cords make the slightest sound. He couldn't change everything he saw.

Just like youth cannot be changed.

"Hey." A pleasant voice came from his ears, and Wang Zixu felt a poke under his left rib, "Let."

He raised his head, and his forehead was pressed by the edge of the table. The bright sunshine illuminated the girl's body with a halo, and every turn of her profile under the backlight was so beautiful that it was natural, but her face could not be seen clearly.

"Please," Wang Zixu heard his own voice say.

"Do you want to let me?" The girl tried hard to make her voice sound cold, but the natural talent of her voice made her sound like she was acting coquettishly. Her baby-like voice made it impossible to be serious no matter what she said.

"You'll let me if you answer my question correctly." Wang Zixu heard himself say.

"ask."

"Name three French writers."

Wang Zixu listened to himself talking to her with great interest. At that time, he was young, immature, competitive, and at the same time knew nothing about girls' thoughts.

"Proust, Camus, Marguerite Duras."

Wang Zixu saw himself waving his hands: "Not counting! It's intentional, right? It's intentional to talk about some writers I haven't read."

The girl said: "You haven't even finished reading "In Search of Lost Time," but you still have the nerve to think about me?"

"What book? "In Search of Lost Time," right? I'll tell you about it after I finish reading it tomorrow."

The girl waved her hand gently: "Go, go, come on. Come on."

The prince felt ashamed. He was 30 years old and he still had not finished reading this book.

He remembered. The girl at that time had a reading volume that was beyond his reach. So far, he can only look at her from a distance, like a dog on the ground looking at the moon in the sky.

Wang Zixu stood up. The girl he had just looked up to was now a head shorter than him. The girl who only reached Wang Zixu's chest did not raise her head. She stared at his chest and said, "Quickly give up."

Wang Zixu opened his arms: "Let's get through it."

Wang Zixu was once again deeply ashamed. He didn't know how he acted like a hooligan at that time.

The girl was not angry, but asked seriously into his chest: "How can I live like this?"

"Why not?" Wang Zixu felt that his face was filled with an energy that only a young man can have.

"I'm not a four-dimensional insect." The girl said.

Then how did you crawl into my heart?

Wang Zixu remembered that he almost blurted out these words at that time.

Many years later, the 30-year-old Wang Zixu, who had written more than 100,000 words of romantic scripts, would only think that this saucy saying that once made him so proud was just an unfashionable and earthy love saying. 10% of it is only used by naive boys.

Fake cleverness, the remaining 90% is hormones.

But at that age, he was so choked by this sentence that he almost blurted it out. If he blurted it out, it would cause an uproar and ruin his life. 17-year-old is such a shocking age.

He saw himself getting out of the way, and the girl raised her head and glanced at him doubtfully, as if she was wondering why he let him go so easily today, without saying a few flirty words like usual, and her dark eyelashes fluttered like butterflies.

wing.

She entered sideways, and was no more than one centimeter away from Wang Zixu's body. This posture was close to a hug, but the two never had any physical contact. At most, their clothes touched each other.

In the entire history since he knew her, he had never touched her with his body. At that time, she was almost his goddess, untouchable, inviolable, and undesecrated. Just like the Yangshao people carefully cared for their pottery.

generally.

The 17-year-old Wang Zixu sat down and remained silent. He felt that he was a little discouraged at this time, so he secretly laughed at this naive young man in his heart.

Not long after the girl sat down, she was called out again: "Chen Qingluo, the teacher has something to do with you."

"oh."

Wang Zixu did not embarrass her this time and let her go quietly.

But at this time, the 30-year-old Wang Zixu, who was hiding in his body, how much he hoped to stop her!

On this day, the teacher talked to Chen Qingluo about participating in the "Spring" literary competition, and then she won the prize. Then, her parents transferred her to a more important high school, and then she was recommended to Yan University.

.

He knew that from this moment on, their lives would take different paths, like two straight lines that would never intersect, heading in their own directions.

When some of the most important passes and choices in life happen, people often think they are just an ordinary day in life. The ignorant prince at that time did not understand the pain of separation and did not even say goodbye to her properly. It took many years for this love to develop.

Looking back, I was still confused at that time.

Yes. In fact, Wang Zixu and Chen Qingluo didn't have much intersection. They just went to school together for a year and worked as deskmates for half a month. Wang Zixu was just a passerby in her life, but she made Wang Zixu unforgettable in his life.

After she left, he frantically searched for books by various authors in the library, as if he wanted to follow in Chen Qingluo's footsteps. He read eagerly and soon took over the throne of Chinese language first left by her.

Proust's "In Search of Lost Time", Marguerite Duras's "The Lover" translated by Wang Daoqian, Camus's "The Stranger"... He read the names mentioned by these girls one by one. .

These writers will also bring him more writers. Proust brought him James Joyce, Wang Daoqian brought him Mu Dan, Camus brought him Sartre...

And more writers brought more writers: Tolstoy brought him Dostoevsky, brought him Nabokov, brought him Faulkner, and brought him He brought Hemingway, and then he had Neruda, Marquez, Borges, Llosa.

Lu Xun brought him Dazai Osamu, then brought him Oe Kenzaburo, Kawabata Yasunari, and then brought him Murakami Haruki, who brought him Fitzgerald and Raymond Chandler...

The books he had read were like branches, spreading, growing, intertwining with each other, gradually flourishing, blossoming and bearing fruit.

But the last sight of that summer afternoon was the last time he and Chen Qingluo met. She left Xihe, and he never saw her again.

"Hey, Lao Wang, what's wrong?" Xie Cong pushed Wang Zixu and asked him to return to this moment.

"Ah, no." Wang Zixu shook his head, "Why do I have her contact information?"

Xie Cong said: "Is it okay if you don't play with her at that time? At that time, there were rumors in the class that you two were in love."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "That's nonsense."

Next to him, Lin Feng stretched out his head and asked, "Which Chen Qingluo are you talking about? Isn't it the one with the Xihe Double Jade?"

Xie Cong smiled: "Yes, Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo, both of them are talented girls from Xihe, but only people in Xihe call them Xihe Shuangbi. I guess very few people know that they are from the same place."

Lin Feng turned around and asked in surprise: "You two went to school together?"

Wang Zixu nodded simply: "Yes."

"They even sat at the same table!" Xie Cong said with a smile, "Chen Qingluo originally sat at the same table with me, but then she changed seats and sat at the same table with him. I was so angry at the time."

The prince drank water and said nothing.

He had no impression of what Xie Cong said.

Compared to Chen Qingluo, everything else when he was 17 seemed so unimportant.

Some names must be magical. Others will never know that just one name can allow him to travel back to the afternoon 13 years ago.

"Is Chen Qingluo as beautiful as in the photo?" someone asked.
Chapter completed!