Bright last smile

17, my lucky day, but unfortunately I can only look at the sky with melancholy, I found a hat with an empty shell and a feeling of indifference, and then suddenly found that the world that I despise is so big, how big is it to me? I can't see the eyes of that person.

He tilted his body and let me see the figure that I could never see. The tears did not flow out, and I faintly rubbed the glass that could shine. I was on the duty day, but I shot him in the light. I stood up and still rubbed the glass again and again. Will he see me? Seeing that I will apologize to me as a child? Looking down, I know that he is not the child who was bullied by me and willing to be happy with me. It is no longer the child who only looked at him and will be attracted by the clarity of his eyes. In the past, I never treated my child with a scornful tone and a look that made me desperate. His current words and demeanor omnipresent the atmosphere of the nobility, a slight smile and the usual style and good results of the evil spirits are all reflecting people who are no longer on the same road. And I have not changed with time, how can I follow his footsteps? He is not the one who asked me if I am an angel. How can I pretend not to know? If I change with him from the moment I change, then we will not be in the same way now...

It is clear that two people are separated by a wall, but I have no power to cross it. I can only slowly watch him go further and further.

One afternoon seven years ago, it was so hot. I sat on the small stone bench in front of the last old tree at the door of the house, and looked up quietly, and the little hand swayed in front of my eyes. The sun is blocked with the hand for a while. The clouds in the sky still dragged the long tail of the cigarette, and I was staring forward from my sight. I blinked and stared at the slits from the shade of the tree like a line, and shot on me, leaving a touch of light. Pure scratches, scattered, bright or not bright, the heart of the sky.

I smile, pure and beautiful, but my eyes are burning and looking at the old house that has been empty for decades. It doesn't belong to me now. In my eyes, I have some sparkling little things. The pitiful little face is screaming and licking the tears of a few beautiful crocodiles. There is a person standing not far away, I know that he is the new owner of the old house. The tears were wiped out by hand, and the head was low, and I dared not look directly at it. There was a thin, long shadow in front of him. I saw a pair of white canvas shoes, which made people feel dazzling. When I looked up, the boy in the distance stood in front of me, looking at me with a condescending look, and suddenly fell down and looked at me. I saw his clear eyes, a very embarrassing little girl who looked cute but obviously cried. He blinked and looked innocently to make people look awkward. His sweet and beautiful children’s voice interrupted my journey, and he looked at me condescendingly: “Hey, are you an angel?” I stood up and swayed, the white dress swayed gently with the wind, long The long hair flutters, and the beautiful side is like a heavenly thing: "No, I am a demon!" But he turned his hand and squinted his head and smiled gently down the sun. At that moment, I even thought that the most beautiful smile in this life was the smile of this person. Until many years later, I still think so.

Just, I can’t go back seven years ago...

The First Middle School Attached to the First Middle School of Shuangyashan City, Heilongjiang Province