That night, Fu Qingzhi had a dream all night.
She dreamed of her tenth birthday.
At that time, she was still in the fourth grade at the second primary school of Nancheng Affiliated Middle School.
It was raining heavily that day. She was waiting for her grandmother to come and pick her up at the school gate. After waiting for a long time, she still couldn't wait.
All the classmates were picked up by their parents, and she was the only one who was left with her schoolbag in her arms and squatting under the eaves at the school gate.
It was almost dark and thunder sounded.At first, the crowd was crowded, and gradually the school was all gone, which was astonishingly empty.
There was the sound of drizzling rain and the sound of the wind in my ears. Everything floated and swayed, and my vision became darker and darker.
There is no way.Grandma might have delayed something, so she had to go back by herself.
She bit her lips, which were whitened by the wind and rain, hugged her schoolbag tightly and rushed into the rain, and went home alone.
It took half an hour to return to the old-fashioned community where my grandma lives. Going to the third floor, the door was tightly closed.
She shivered with her small body, her face pale, and her black hair was messyly stuck to her face.
She knocked on the door, raised her face and shouted loudly, and the lights in the corridor were awakened by her tender voice.
The dark yellow light bulb lighted up, but there was no movement in the door.
It was so quiet that she could hear her rapid breathing. Her face was wrinkled, her hands and feet were weak, and she became more and more panicked.
Such deep and deep anxiety and anxiety only appeared a year ago when I suddenly learned that my parents died in a car accident.
She was helpless and sad, as if she was abandoned by the whole world.
His throat was hoarse and his strength was pulled away.
She slowly squatted down, leaning against the cold wall, covering her face and sobbing in despair.
It was this time that Jiang Mianzhong came back.
He was in the third year of junior high school at Nancheng Affiliated Middle School and stayed in boarding, and only came back once a month.
He was wearing a new blue and white school uniform with a middle school trunk, carrying a black school bag, and holding a freshly packed umbrella in his hand.
There was still water dripping at the bottom of the umbrella handle. Under his feet were a pair of white waterproof sports shoes. The upper was stained with water, but the color was as white as new.
At the dark staircase entrance, the wind and rain outside the window were swaying, and the window glass was half broken at some point, and the cold wind was sweeping over.
The entire corridor is as bleak as the overpass on a winter night.
Fu Qingzhi will always remember that day, she squatted at the door in a drowsy manner, and while half asleep and half awake, she heard the sound of him walking up step by step from the stairs.
Slowly and steadily, every step is as solid as if it is nailed to the steps.
She recognized his footsteps.
So unique and unignorable.
My father once had a very high evaluation of him: Mian Zhong is the most proud student my father has ever taught. This child is meticulous in doing things, down-to-earth, and has the best in the world. He will surely achieve a career in the future.
He has excellent grades, first place every year, handsome appearance, and a very loyal child from other people's family.
Which child would not worship such an excellent brother?
She raised her head and looked at it weakly, her eyes drooped heavily again, her forehead resting on her arms, and she was already in a hot confused state.
In a trance, I felt a clean and warm hand coming over and stroking her hot forehead.
Qingzhi, you are sick.He spoke worriedly.
His voice was so warm and so dependent that she felt sore in her nose, and her hands were unconsciously plucking his shirt, eager to get closer, closer.
Brother Mian Zhong.Her face rubbed against the boy's chest, as if she was muttering to her dreams.
I am here.He put down his schoolbag, his tough arms hugged her into his warm arms, patted her gently, and stroked her slowly.
Fu Qingzhi shook rustling, floating and sinking.
She thought she was ruthlessly thrown into the sea, and the person who abandoned her regarded her as a dead pig or a dead dog.
She stared at the water flooding her legs, her waist and abdomen, her neck, her nose and lips, her eyes, until it was overwhelmed.
Her breathing was full of choking water, and she was about to drown soon.
She will die, silently, and may turn into a drop of water and a dust from now on.
At this time, someone jumped into the sea with a plop, like a gathering of light passing through the night, illuminating her whole body.
The man stretched out his arms and swam towards her. His eyes were so beautiful, like black gems, shining with the most beautiful streamer in the world.
It was Jiang Mianzhong, who came to save himself.
Her tense heart finally relaxed, and her emotions that had nowhere to go had a clearance, and it took a while for her to relax her curled body.
She felt at ease.
Brother Mian Zhong.She called him in a low voice, grandma is gone...
I know.Jiang Mianzhong carried her on her back, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to see a doctor first.
She lay on his back, put her little hand around his neck, and fell asleep in the bumps.
…………
When Fu Qingzhi woke up, tears were soaked in her pillow.
She felt so heartbroken that she covered her chest and turned over to sit up, curled up on the bed in the dark.
Everything is too real.
It seems like I went back to the night when I was ten years ago.
She took out the phone under the pillow, clicked on the friend list, flipped down, and flipped down.
A man with a head that looked like a pine and cypress stood there quietly.
Don't come or go.
Qingzhi clicked on the information box, and the latest conversation on the screen was still stopped at the beginning of this year.
Qingzhi said: Happy New Year, Brother Mian Zhong (Fireworks).
Jiang Mianzhong replied: Yes, have fun together.
She dreamed of her tenth birthday.
At that time, she was still in the fourth grade at the second primary school of Nancheng Affiliated Middle School.
It was raining heavily that day. She was waiting for her grandmother to come and pick her up at the school gate. After waiting for a long time, she still couldn't wait.
All the classmates were picked up by their parents, and she was the only one who was left with her schoolbag in her arms and squatting under the eaves at the school gate.
It was almost dark and thunder sounded.At first, the crowd was crowded, and gradually the school was all gone, which was astonishingly empty.
There was the sound of drizzling rain and the sound of the wind in my ears. Everything floated and swayed, and my vision became darker and darker.
There is no way.Grandma might have delayed something, so she had to go back by herself.
She bit her lips, which were whitened by the wind and rain, hugged her schoolbag tightly and rushed into the rain, and went home alone.
It took half an hour to return to the old-fashioned community where my grandma lives. Going to the third floor, the door was tightly closed.
She shivered with her small body, her face pale, and her black hair was messyly stuck to her face.
She knocked on the door, raised her face and shouted loudly, and the lights in the corridor were awakened by her tender voice.
The dark yellow light bulb lighted up, but there was no movement in the door.
It was so quiet that she could hear her rapid breathing. Her face was wrinkled, her hands and feet were weak, and she became more and more panicked.
Such deep and deep anxiety and anxiety only appeared a year ago when I suddenly learned that my parents died in a car accident.
She was helpless and sad, as if she was abandoned by the whole world.
His throat was hoarse and his strength was pulled away.
She slowly squatted down, leaning against the cold wall, covering her face and sobbing in despair.
It was this time that Jiang Mianzhong came back.
He was in the third year of junior high school at Nancheng Affiliated Middle School and stayed in boarding, and only came back once a month.
He was wearing a new blue and white school uniform with a middle school trunk, carrying a black school bag, and holding a freshly packed umbrella in his hand.
There was still water dripping at the bottom of the umbrella handle. Under his feet were a pair of white waterproof sports shoes. The upper was stained with water, but the color was as white as new.
At the dark staircase entrance, the wind and rain outside the window were swaying, and the window glass was half broken at some point, and the cold wind was sweeping over.
The entire corridor is as bleak as the overpass on a winter night.
Fu Qingzhi will always remember that day, she squatted at the door in a drowsy manner, and while half asleep and half awake, she heard the sound of him walking up step by step from the stairs.
Slowly and steadily, every step is as solid as if it is nailed to the steps.
She recognized his footsteps.
So unique and unignorable.
My father once had a very high evaluation of him: Mian Zhong is the most proud student my father has ever taught. This child is meticulous in doing things, down-to-earth, and has the best in the world. He will surely achieve a career in the future.
He has excellent grades, first place every year, handsome appearance, and a very loyal child from other people's family.
Which child would not worship such an excellent brother?
She raised her head and looked at it weakly, her eyes drooped heavily again, her forehead resting on her arms, and she was already in a hot confused state.
In a trance, I felt a clean and warm hand coming over and stroking her hot forehead.
Qingzhi, you are sick.He spoke worriedly.
His voice was so warm and so dependent that she felt sore in her nose, and her hands were unconsciously plucking his shirt, eager to get closer, closer.
Brother Mian Zhong.Her face rubbed against the boy's chest, as if she was muttering to her dreams.
I am here.He put down his schoolbag, his tough arms hugged her into his warm arms, patted her gently, and stroked her slowly.
Fu Qingzhi shook rustling, floating and sinking.
She thought she was ruthlessly thrown into the sea, and the person who abandoned her regarded her as a dead pig or a dead dog.
She stared at the water flooding her legs, her waist and abdomen, her neck, her nose and lips, her eyes, until it was overwhelmed.
Her breathing was full of choking water, and she was about to drown soon.
She will die, silently, and may turn into a drop of water and a dust from now on.
At this time, someone jumped into the sea with a plop, like a gathering of light passing through the night, illuminating her whole body.
The man stretched out his arms and swam towards her. His eyes were so beautiful, like black gems, shining with the most beautiful streamer in the world.
It was Jiang Mianzhong, who came to save himself.
Her tense heart finally relaxed, and her emotions that had nowhere to go had a clearance, and it took a while for her to relax her curled body.
She felt at ease.
Brother Mian Zhong.She called him in a low voice, grandma is gone...
I know.Jiang Mianzhong carried her on her back, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to see a doctor first.
She lay on his back, put her little hand around his neck, and fell asleep in the bumps.
…………
When Fu Qingzhi woke up, tears were soaked in her pillow.
She felt so heartbroken that she covered her chest and turned over to sit up, curled up on the bed in the dark.
Everything is too real.
It seems like I went back to the night when I was ten years ago.
She took out the phone under the pillow, clicked on the friend list, flipped down, and flipped down.
A man with a head that looked like a pine and cypress stood there quietly.
Don't come or go.
Qingzhi clicked on the information box, and the latest conversation on the screen was still stopped at the beginning of this year.
Qingzhi said: Happy New Year, Brother Mian Zhong (Fireworks).
Jiang Mianzhong replied: Yes, have fun together.
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