[popularity short story] the way to the planet is far away.

Article | Lili Wine Sina Weibo | Lili Wine Chapter 1 Wu Xiaojiang saw the guests off and brought Scald to Tu Xing's voice when he came back. Recently, many tourists in the town have come to listen to the commentary, and when they wake up, they sing more and their voices become hoarse. After graduating from college, Tu Xing returned to the town to replace Tu's father and ran the ancestral Pingtan House. Over the past few years, the business has finally picked up. Wu Xiaojiang beat around and reminded: "Sister Tu Xing, aren't you going to today's temple fair?" Temple fair? A trace of blankness flashed across the painted face. She hasn't been to the temple fair since the man left. Wu Xiaojiang did not seem to notice the strangeness of waking up and counted with his fingers: "Tomatoes on sticks, roast sausage, and marshmallow, these are all your favorites, so go and play." After a while, Tu woke up reluctantly with a smile and whispered, "OK, thank you." Wu Xiaojiang, embarrassed, on the contrary, pushed Tu Xing into the backyard and urged her to change her clothes one after another. After waking up for a long time, I put on the simplest T-shirt and denim shorts and put on a pair of black-and-white striped flip-flops. Dressed the same as when I was in high school a few years ago, as if all I had to do was time. Wu Xiaojiang glared his eyes round and said, "can't you dress up a little bit?" When he woke up, he raised his hand and patted Wu Xiaojiang on the back of his head: "Mind your own business!" Don't think I don't know that you always play Slack Off on your phone and don't concentrate on practicing the third string. " Wu Xiaojiang said guiltily, "I don't have any." Tu woke up ignored him and walked slowly out of the courtyard. At six o'clock in the evening, it is still two hours away from the busiest time of the temple fair. The merchants were busy building sheds and tables, and when they saw Tu waking up, they greeted her warmly. Everything around is familiar, even the clean blue sky without impurities, the green and clear river water have not changed at all. Only one person is missing. 

When I think of him, I will inevitably wake up sour and unconsciously walk to the arch bridge in the middle of the river. At that time, he tried to stop Tu Xing from leaving, but she quietly dodged him. He twisted his eyebrow with a rare look of anxiety and shouted her name: "Wake up." Tu Xing clung to the upperclassman's arm and tried his best to pretend as if nothing had happened: "Zhang Zhilu, you go." With time, the temple fair became more and more popular with Chapter 2. Bright red lanterns hung from the street to the end of the alley, and the sweet aroma of popcorn drilled relentlessly into the nose. Tu Xing was wrapped in the crowd and wandered forward aimlessly. With the continuous development of tourism in the small town over the past few years, temple fairs have changed from being held only during festivals to being held every few weeks. The streets are crowded with tourists, wearing small vests of the same color and SLR cameras around their necks, stopping from time to time to take pictures, and native-born locals seem out of place when they wake up. Tu Xing bought an oversized marshmallow and ate it while walking. He was accidentally bumped into his shoulder and fell straight forward. It's over. Tu Xing was still thinking about wandering around the sky, thinking that so many people on the street, even if they could not fall to death, would be trampled into meatloaf, which might even cause a sensational stampede throughout the city. However, the expected pain did not come, but she fell into an embrace. Not only warm but also a familiar mint smell. Tu Xing opened his eyes in shock, hurriedly freed himself from the man's arms, and raised his head hesitantly and expectantly. It's Zhang Zhihu. Zhang Zhilu's expression was still faint, and his eyes flashed from Tu Xing's face, and there were no waves in the ancient wall as if he had just held on to a stranger whom he had never met before. I said thank you vaguely when I woke up and stared down at the marshmallow bamboo stick in my hand. She scolded herself in her heart for being unworthy, knowing that turning around and walking away was the best way to deal with it, but she did not know why she had not been able to take a step for a long time. At this time, a girl with a sweet smile walked up to Zhang Zhilu and held him. After a smiling glance at Tu Tu, Tian Tian said, "Brother Zhilu, let's go quickly, otherwise someone else should wait." Zhang Zhilu's response was drowned in the sound of the crowd, and Tu Xing didn't want to hear it. When she passed by mistake, she shrank her neck and hid back into her shell like a tortoise. There was loud electronic music in the nearby store without warning, and Tu woke up in a cold sweat. She woke up like a dream and ran back against the flow of people. But no matter how fast she ran, memories grabbed all her thoughts. In the summer of the second year of Chapter 3 high school, it rained continuously for more than 20 days, and the rain thread as fine as needle and thread fell obliquely, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping. 

The arthritis of waking up my mother is getting worse, and my swollen fingers can't even bend, let alone play the pipa. However, the evaluation business at home cannot be stopped. My mother's medical expenses, the rent of the store, and the wages of small workers all depend on this meager income to maintain. Tu Xing gritted his teeth and picked up his mother's lute. When she came home from school, she changed into a goose yellow cheongsam and went on stage with her father. The stage of the Pingtan Hall is small and narrow, and it can only accommodate two wooden chairs and a square table, which is only a short distance from the audience. When Tu Xing is young, he is already nervous, and he is not diligent in practice at ordinary times, so his voice is soft but weak when he opens his mouth, and it doesn't sound enjoyable. Most of the audience were neighbors, and they didn't say much about Tu Xing's family. However, when Tu woke up and breathed a sigh of relief, a stern voice sounded: "if you can't sing well, don't sing." Zhang Zhilu sat with Grandma Zhang in the middle of the first row, her white shirt was flat, and there was not a single extra fold. He looked at the painting and woke up with disdain in his eyebrows and eyes. Smelling the words, Grandma Zhang pinched him hard on the waist: "Don't talk nonsense, child." His eyes were so hot that he almost cried on the spot. Zhang Zhihu is a famous good boy in town, with profound facial features, tall and straight posture, and excellent grades. Even in the ugliest school uniform, he is the prettiest boy in the whole street. He is a regular and gentle person, polite to others, only to wake up, always have a lot of dissatisfaction, open his mouth mercilessly. At halftime, Tu woke up backstage to have a rest. Zhang Zhilu somehow followed him, rubbing his waist in confusion. It's been like this since I was a kid. Zhang Zhilu picked out every wrong question and marked it with the wrong number in the exercise book she woke up, mocked her spoken English with a southern accent, and ate the confession chocolates given to her by other boys. 

In the end, she was always led by Grandma Zhang. Apologize to Tu Xing. "Yes, I'm sorry." Zhang Zhilu's eyes wandered and touched his nose uncomfortably. "I, I am also for your good." Don't open your face and don't want him to see his red eyes. He said rigidly, "I don't accept it." She knows that she likes Slack Off and has been neglecting to practice. But sixteen is the time when girls are most concerned about-face, and it is a completely different feeling to be self-aware and to be pointed out in public. Zhang Zhilu pursed his lips and said for a while, "and you need to practice more." Tu Xing unbearably grabbed a handful of candy and threw it at Zhang Zhilu: "Why do you always dislike me?" What on earth have I done to you?! " Chapter 4 but from that day on, Tu Xing began to get up early every day to raise his voice and practice singing in the yard. Zhang Zhilu recited the English text beside him. The two occasionally quarreled, and the scene was still harmonious. "Hey," Zhang Zhilu put a cup of Scald in front of Tu to wake up, "there is progress." Wake up and skip your mouth, don't turn your head away, but you can't see your teeth with a smile. In the repeated practice and performance, the summer vacation passed quickly. The third year of high school begins again, and a series of matters such as independent enrollment come one after another. Because the independent enrollment examination is based on Chinese, math, and English, the school has set up cram classes especially for potential students, using the evening self-study time every day for additional tutoring. Zhang Zhihu has steadily occupied the first place in the grade since the beginning of the high school entrance examination, and of course, he is the only place in a famous university B. After Tu woke up in the second year of high school, his score jumped from 600 in the first year of high school to the top 50 liberal arts students. He also got a tutorial qualification and became Zhang Zhilu's deskmate. It was Tu Xing's 17th birthday, but recently she was so busy preparing for her enrollment that she forgot all about it. 

When the teacher in charge of this work allocates places by the method given by the school, Tu Xing gets the same score as another male classmate, and the school can only win one big A place. A University is one of the only more outstanding liberal arts universities among the universities that participate in independent enrollment, only a few blocks from Zhang Zhilu's target university B. If there are no extra points for independent enrollment, A University is a school that Tu Xing can't even think of. Several responsible teachers looked at each other and did not know what to do, so they had to hold a group meeting temporarily to discuss and instruct all the students to study by themselves first. Tu Xing clenched his lower lip and bowed his head, silently took out the math paper from the schoolbag, and began to do the questions, until the person next to her hit her with his elbow. "what are you doing?" Tu Xing asked vaguely, biting his pen cap. She is nervous now, and her tone is not good. Zhang Zhilu said awkwardly, "be patient, don't be nervous, and don't be afraid." When Zhang Zhilu pierced his mind, he only felt embarrassed when he woke up. She gave him a hard look and pushed him away: "go away and leave me alone." Zhang Zhilu rarely did not reply to her, but took out a beautiful gift box from the hole of the table and pretended to shove it into the awakened schoolbag at random. Tu wakes up upset in his heart, doesn't care about it, and only casually asks, "what is this?" Zhang Zhilu's eyes shook, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "I bought it casually in the boutique and gave it to you." "Oh." Wake up and answer gloomily. By the time she wanted to ask anything more, Zhang Zhilu was already buried in the question, except for a "do not disturb" sign on her face. The three-hour cram class every day is divided into the first and the next two sessions, with a half-hour break in between. As soon as the bell rang for the second half of the class, the teacher pushed the door in. 

There was an apologetic smile on her face: "after considering the achievements of the two students since they entered school, we made the following decision." Sorry to wake up, the teacher will try to help you choose a suitable university from other schools. " Without waiting for Tu to wake up to respond, Zhang Zhilu stood up and raised his voice and said, "teacher, this is not fair." Since both students are liberal arts students, why should they consider their science grades in the first year of senior high school? " "Zhang knows the way." Smear subconsciously hooked Zhang Zhilu's sleeve and looked at him. Zhang Zhilu drooped his eyes, and his deep eyebrows and eyes were as insipid as usual, but Tu Xing felt indescribable stability and relaxation. He continued: "I think it is more reasonable to consider the changing trend of grades since being promoted to the second year of high school." Zhang Zhilu's words sound fair, but in fact, they are partial. The liberal arts and science subjects of Tu Xing are serious, and their grades have been rising rapidly since they got rid of science in the second year of senior high school. It is in her best interest to consider the changing trend of her grades. Who knew that Zhang Zhilu had just finished his voice, and the male classmate burst into tears without warning, crying while shouting: "A University is my dream university!" Are you going to ruin my dream?! " This was unreasonable, but the tears succeeded in arousing everyone's sympathy.

 Everyone focused their attention on Tu Xing and Zhang Zhilu, who was sitting in the front row. Tu woke up trembling with anger. She was extremely embarrassed, but she didn't know how to refute it, so she had to blame Zhang Zhilu: "what are you talking about?" Zhang Zhilu was stupefied with sarcasm: "Yes, this is the first time I find myself such an idiot." Tu woke up with trembling lips, unable to speak, picked up his school bag, and rushed out of the classroom without looking back. Zhang Zhilu looked at the back of her departure, snapped the pen in his hand, but did not catch up. The independent enrollment quota for Chapter 5 is up in the air. Zhang Zhilu doesn't seem to want to wake up, but he always looks at her class on the railing in the hallway at recess. Tu Xing naturally found that his hands and feet were stiff when he went in and out of the classroom, but he was embarrassed to find Zhang Zhilu to settle first, so he dragged on for many days. On a rare sunny weekend, Tu's mother wanted to get out of bed and do some housework. She accidentally fell to the ground and fainted with pain. Tu's father hurriedly took her to the hospital for examination. Only then did the family know that Tu's mother's joints have been completely deformed because of increasing inflammation, so I'm afraid it's hard to walk normally again. After consultation, Tu Xing's classmate director decided not to take part in the evening self-study, but to go home to help his father take care of his mother. "wake up!" Suddenly a familiar call came from behind. When I woke up, I shrank my neck subconsciously and stood still for a long time before turning back timidly. Zhang Zhilu walked silently to Tu Xing with his schoolbag on his back and walked home with her. When he woke up, he tightened the strap of his schoolbag and pretended to make fun of it: "good students don't go to self-study in the evening?" Zhang ZhiLu glanced at her and said slowly, "self-study in the evening is too boring and useless." When I woke up, I subconsciously wanted to ask, "what does that work for you?" But she held back. She and Zhang Zhilu grew up together, of course, understanding that his mouth is poisonous but kind-hearted, this is just to accompany her. Just like before, Tu was criticized for her poor singing skills in public, just to urge her to practice diligently. When you wake up, you don't say it, but you know it in your heart. In the evening, Tu Xing was busy until after nine o'clock. Zhang Zhilu was waiting for her in the study, and the two wrote math problems head to head.

 After waking up repeatedly drawing meaningless parabolas on the calculus paper, it took a long time to muster up the courage to ask, "Zhang Zhilu, you must be going to B University in the future, right?" With the tip of Zhang Zhilu's pen, the ink showed a big dot on the test paper: "We'll talk about it later." "then you'd better go back to school for evening study." Tu Xing continued, she habitually clenched her lower lip and looked at him with watery eyes. "now there are teachers who explain problems in self-study, and the tutoring of independent enrollment can not be left behind." Zhang Zhilu threw down the pen and glared at her: "shut up and do the problem." Tu wakes up unconvinced: "what are you so fierce about?" Isn't it for your good? " Later, Tu Xing fell asleep vaguely on the test paper, vaguely feeling that his hand seemed to be gently wrapped by something. She didn't open her eyes, but gently held the boy's generous hand. The thoughts of young girls cannot be expressed, and there is no need to break the secrets of teenagers. A few days later, Tu Xing was lying on the desk to make up his sleep when he was suddenly called to the office by the headteacher. After pushing the door in, I found that not only myself, but also Zhang Zhilu and Grandma Zhang. Zhang Zhilu sat in the corner of the sofa with a straight face and had been taught a lesson. According to the headteacher, it seems that Zhang Zhilu wants to give up B University and go to a fairly good local university. The headteacher said cautiously: "Zhang is the most powerful seed in our school to hit the B University this year, and we must not give up easily." As for Tu Xing-- "I'm not going to A University." Before the teacher finished, Tu Xingyu interrupted her words. The teacher paused and said hurriedly: "in fact, not only A University but also many schools are very good, the school will try its best to help you choose the right one." Tu Xing insisted: "I will not participate in independent enrollment." Even if the teacher does not say, Tu Xing also knows that for her, independent enrollment is more likely to be "focused on participation."

 Moreover, during this time, she carefully learned about the relevant universities, which are generally too far from the town, the only means of transportation are trains and cars, and it often takes two to three days to get home. My mother was very ill, and my father could not support the business in the store alone. Tu woke up and couldn't leave them behind. Zhang Zhilu clenched his hands on his knee into a fist: "teacher, I have already said that it makes no difference to me whether it is B University or not." By contrast, I prefer to stay here. " Tu Xing pinched the skirt of the school uniform before reluctantly stopping the trembling: "what are you doing here?" The teacher and Grandma Zhang looked embarrassed, and no one expected things to go in this direction. Zhang Zhilu did not open his face, clenched his lips stubbornly, and refused to make a sound. Tu woke up in a hoarse voice and burst into tears: "if you dare to give up, I will drop out of school and move tomorrow." Even if others do not know, waking up is clear. B University is Zhang Zhilu's dream from childhood to big, and she can't let him give up on impulse. Zhang Zhilu sat upright, watching Tu wake up for a long time without turning his eyes, and for a long time he gritted his teeth and threw down a sentence: "whatever you want." Chapter 6 Zhilu no longer talks to Tu Xing. Except for accompanying Grandma Zhang, he has never been to Tu's Pingpian Hall again. Tu wakes up in class during the day, performs with his father at night, and the days go by like running water. While tidying up the bookcase before the college entrance examination, Tu Xing unwittingly found the small gift that Zhang Zhilu gave her. Plain dark blue wrapping paper, which is mixed with a few strands of gold thread, is delicate and beautiful.

 Tu Xing sat on the ground holding it for a long time, rubbing the bow on the seal repeatedly with his fingers, and finally put it back in its original form. On the night when the college entrance examination ended, the school prepared a grand farewell party for graduates. The key classes of liberal arts and science sit together as a matter of course. There are brilliant lights and songs in the stadium, and performers throw candies and bouquets from the stage from time to time. Tu Xing waved his glow stick for a while, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Zhilu, who was sitting in front of him. He shaved his head short, and his facial features looked more heroic and distant than usual. "goodbye." Wake up and murmur to the loud music. Just like the party will come to an end, people will say goodbye. At the end of the party, the campus circuit suddenly broke down, the lighting went out in a few seconds, and the stadium was pitch black, leaving only the faint light source of the fluorescent stick. The students screamed excitedly in the dark, and someone took the opportunity to shout: "students who want to confess, hug and apologize seize the opportunity!" It's now or never, and it won't come again! " Because of this sentence, the students became more excited and began to walk around. Tu Xing had always been afraid of the dark, and her heart was beating wildly. Just as she was trying to leave the gym in the dark, she was suddenly pulled into an embrace by someone holding her wrist. That embrace is warm and generous so Tu Xing has a brief loss of mind. 

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A few seconds later, the school turned on the emergency power, and the lighting in the gymnasium was restored. The disappointed "cry" of the students broke out one after another. Tu Xing hurriedly freed himself from his familiar hands and escaped from the gym. She wrapped her school uniform coat tightly as if only in this way, she could pretend that the hug was still there and that person was still there. Chapter 7 woke up with a regular score in the college entrance examination and was admitted to a local university to study Chinese. The school is only a 45-minute drive from the town, and it is usually convenient to go home by bus. Besides, there are quite a lot of scholarships. Zhang Zhilu's grades fluctuated somewhat, but he was still able to support him to enter the most popular major in B University. When Zhang Zhilu left, Tu's mother held Tu's awakened hand and shed a lot of tears. Only adults understand that some roads are difficult to turn back as long as they take the first step, and some people are doomed to miss them from now on. The first semester of my freshman year passed quickly. I woke up to meet new friends, with endless homework and endless books. Zhang Zhilu seemed to have completely disappeared from her life, and the old days were as hazy as a dream. New Year's Eve's evening, Tu Xing picked up Grandma Zhang, who was alone, to eat dumplings together. Grandma Zhang was afraid that Zhang Zhilu could not get through the phone at home, so she especially wanted to wake up and help send him a text message. Grandma Zhang had a bad memory and repeatedly said to Tu Xing, "Zhilu is busy modeling at school, saying that she is going to participate in an international competition. If she gets a place, she can study abroad at public expense." Tu's mother looked at Tu's awakened expression carefully. Tu Xing is just smiling to pick up food for Grandma Zhang. He looks heartless and doesn't care. At about eight o'clock, just as the prelude to the hustle and bustle of the Spring Festival Gala sounded, the door of the Tu family sounded with a "squeak". A light, quick sound. Tu Xingting sprang up from the chair, rushed into the yard, and stared blankly at the gate. Zhang Zhilu was about to come in. he was wearing a black wool coat and carrying the smallest suitcase in his hand. Snowflakes piled upon his head and shoulders, looking like a dusty man. After Zhang Zhilu had had dinner, Tu's mother stuffed her down jacket and wallet into Tu's awake bosom: "go, quickly take the way out to play." 

What is the little girl doing at home every day? " New Year's Eve's temple fair in the evening was unusually lively. The warm yellow and reddish lights make Zhang Zhilu's skin whiter and whiter. He pursed his lips slightly and put up the plainest pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a quiet and gentle handsome. Tu Xing secretly thought to himself, what does he like about her? Her grades have never been particularly good, at least not compared with him, and her appearance can only be regarded as handsome and lovely. Do you like her being stupid all the time? "I want this lantern." Zhang Zhilu's mellow voice is ringing in my ears. When I woke up, I found myself parked in front of a toy stall, holding a toy lantern and refusing to let go. Zhang Zhilu paid and stuffed a rabbit-shaped lantern into Tu Xing's hand. This kind of lantern is very common when it is small, and pressing the switch on the handle will also ring Andy Lau's "Kung Hi Fat Choi". In Liu Tianwang's jubilant song, Zhang Zhilu finally had a smile on the corner of his mouth: "the first time I came here, you gave this to me." Zhang Zhilu was sent back to town by the police in the second year of junior high school. Zhang Fu had a car accident on the highway because he was tired of driving. The family of three survived only by Zhang Zhilu, but they also suffered from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). They were in a daze all day and refused to speak. Tu Xing doesn't mind. 

She talks a lot and can have a good time talking to herself. She sat beside Zhang Zhi Road holding a rabbit lantern and gave him "Kung Xi Face" and "Girl waving wings". Before leaving, Tu Xing stuffed the lantern into Zhang Zhilu's arms: "I'll give this to you. Don't give it back to me." I wish you happiness every day. " Zhang Zhilu hugged the lantern, but on the face of it was very disgusted, and finally opened his mouth and said the first word: "it's so noisy." It probably started at that time, waking up like a self-heating little sun, wrapping Zhang Zhilu with a warm smile. Temple Fair Street is very short, and it doesn't take long to see the end. Zhang Zhilu grasped Tu Xing's wrist. He seemed a little nervous, his lips shaking: "have you opened the gift I gave you?" Tu woke up and blinked and looked at him foolishly: "what gift?" Zhang Zhilu took a deep breath, and what else he wanted to say, he saw Tu Xing waving excitedly not far away: "upperclassman!" Happy New year! " As she said that, she quietly earned the hand that opened the chapter and knew the way, and ran to take the upperclassman's arm: "I made an appointment with the upperclassman to play together, so I won't accompany you!" I wish you every success in the competition and go abroad as soon as possible! "

 "Wake up." Zhang Zhilu shouted her name quietly. Tu woke up and unconsciously trembled and held the upperclassman tightly: "Zhang Zhilu, you must refuel well." With that, he turned his head and left. The upperclassman first looked puzzled, then was bewildered by the tears after he woke up and turned around, so he had to put his arms around Tu's awake shoulder and coax and coax: "Sister, are you all right?" What do we have an appointment for? " Tu Xing shook his head hard, blindly dragging the seniors forward, falling in the eyes of Zhang Zhilu is the full appearance of love between lovers. Chapter 8 goodbye is in the TV news, Zhang Zhilu stood in front of the camera on behalf of the scientific research team to show the audience the latest research results, saying to wake up unheard-of technical terms. He wore a white mask and glasses to cover his face, but he recognized him at a glance. He has completely removed his youth and childishness, and he seems to be adept and effortless in dealing with the tricky questions raised by reporters. Tu Xing finished watching the news, hid in the study, turned out the small gift box from the bookcase, and held it in his hand. She had carefully removed the wrapping paper and put it away, and in the box lay an out-of-print hardcover collection of Neruda poems. I don't know how much effort Zhang Zhi spent to find it. When I woke up at the height of literature and art, I read to Zhang Zhi Lu crepe every day: "you are like the night, with loneliness and stars." At that time, she thought that a stubborn science student like Zhang Zhilu, who could only recite mathematical formulas, would not understand her quiet confession, so he became more and more unscrupulous. Zhang Zhilu never needs stars as foils, he is a dazzling star. Tu Xing always remembers that on the day of his first year of high school entrance examination, Zhang Zhilu took the oath of admission in front of all the teachers and students under his first place in the senior high school entrance examination. The breeze brushed his clean white shirt, and the clear voice of the teenager reverberated in the ear for a long time after being amplified by the loudspeaker. Tu Xing stood at the front of the line squinting toward Zhang Zhilu, his heart like a popcorn machine spraying popcorn indiscriminately. This is the first time she understands what it means to bump your heart like a deer. Love is such a simple thing, for a moment, forever. Wake up wipe away your tears and open the title page carefully. Unexpectedly, a yellowed postcard fell lightly into my arms. The clear and powerful handwriting is Neruda's "I like you are silent". As if your eyes have flown away, like a kiss, seal your mouth. Just as all things fill my soul, you emerge from all things and fill my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams. This poem is full of sadness, just like Tu Xing pushed Zhang Zhilu away with his own hands. She could not leave the town without her sick mother, nor could she leave the Pingtan Hall, which had been run for generations, to her father and watch it go down helplessly. The identity of the intangible cultural heritage protects the inheritance of Pingtan, but it also makes it true to the heart. Fewer and fewer people are learning this skill, let alone specializing in it. Tu Xing, who grew up in the Pingtan family, has an unspeakable sense of responsibility for the pipa and Sanxian, and Zhang Zhilu should not be confined to a small town, he should have a wider world.

 Tu Xing clung to the collection of poems until he was hurt by the hard shell cover. At the college entrance examination farewell party, in the dark gymnasium, amid the noise of her classmates, she was held in her arms by Zhang Zhilu like this. Zhang Zhilu always had a refreshing mint taste on his body. As soon as he approached, he knew it was him when he woke up. However, the hug was so short that I didn't have time to realize it, so I was awakened and pushed away with my own hands. Chapter 9 wakes up for a long time before he gets home. The housing structure of the Tu family is a typical individual merchant structure, the front yard is the bomb evaluation hall, and the backyard is the residence of daily life. Therefore, if you want to go home, you must go through the bomb assessment hall. Wu Xiaojiang crouched at the door bored. After seeing Tu waking up walking back from a distance, she rushed back to the museum. When I woke up, I didn't care. I just wanted to go back to my room and sleep for three days and three nights. I'd better wake up and never have to see Zhang Zhilu again. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sound of singing in the Pingping Pavilion, which was as warm and moist as jade, like amber soaked in honey. Tu wakes up his body to follow the song faster than consciousness, and as soon as he looks up, he sees Zhang Zhihu. Zhang Zhilu sat in the wooden chair where she was performing, holding up her accustomed microphone and singing a song she loved recently. How far will it take to enter your heart /how long will it take to get close to you /the person you can't get close to /the planet you meet /travel around /how can /have your last vibrato fall? Zhang Zhilu watched intently as he woke up and repeated slowly and clearly: "how long will it take to get close to you?" Tu woke up opened his mouth and forced a smile: "Don't joke, I saw your girlfriend just now." Wu Xiaojiang, who was hiding to one side, could not help interrupting: "Sister, don't talk nonsense, that is my girlfriend, especially to pick up Brother Lu." Brother Zhilu? After waking up, I realized something, looked blankly at Wu Xiaojiang and Zhang Zhilu, and finally understood why Wu Xiaojiang was always sending text messages secretly, and why Zhang Zhilu knew her favorite songs recently. "do you know each other?" Tu woke up and stares at him. Zhang Zhilu touched his nose, slightly guilty: "Xiao Jiang is my undergraduate brother, has always liked to comment, so I recommended here to him." Seeing that Tu did not answer, Zhang Zhilu continued: "our team's new laboratory is nearby, and I will never leave again." Tu woke up and nodded impassively. She rubbed the sour corners of her eyes randomly, turned her head, and left. Zhang Zhilu followed, grabbed Tu Xing's wrist, regardless of her struggle, locked the person firmly in his arms. He sighed in her ear: "Wake up, I like you."

 When she woke up and struggled, she gradually burst into tears in Zhang Zhilu's arms, clutching the hem of his clothes and gritting her teeth: "you lied to me. I will never forgive you for the rest of my life." Zhang Zhilu can't wait to make a promise: "Please don't forgive me, it's best to pester me to make up for it all my life." He hugged Tu Xing tightly, as if to travel through the years, and re-hugged the little girl who secretly wiped her tears when she ran away from the gym. This time, no matter what, he will never let go again. With the sound of "bang", I do not know whose fireworks exploded in the air, incomparably gorgeous. When I woke up, I finally picked up the corners of my lips and affixed the broad chest of Zhang Zhihu. She folded her arms and hugged the star that belonged to her. With the breeze blowing, the dark clouds covering the moon finally dispersed, and it will probably be a fine day tomorrow.