After taking graduation photos and cleaning up the classroom, most of the students in the school had left.
Cheng Che, Song Jin, and Guan He, in a rare good mood, played tennis on the playground. After the Chinese New Year, the three of them played tennis once and never played together again.
This is the last carnival before the college entrance examination.
No rules, no reason, just layups.
Yunxiang and Luomi sat by the tree watching them play, with their school uniform jackets and cell phones put down beside them.
When Cheng Che picked up her school uniform, she heard a rustling sound in her pockets. She reached in and touched them, and found that they were filled with her favorite candies and chocolates.
Looking back on this year in Shencheng, it still feels like a dream.
From being strangers at the beginning and having difficulty in making progress to having friends who are always by my side now.
She thought her youth had no regrets and was very fulfilling.
Boom——
The basketball rolled towards her.
Cheng Che stood not far from her, facing the backlight. "Think about it, then throw it over here."
Yun wanted to pick up the ball from the ground. She stood up and said to Cheng Che, "I want to play too."
"Welcome aboard." Cheng Che spread his hands, the smile in his eyes growing wider.
"But I won't," she said.
Cheng Che walked towards her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to the basket. "You'll get it if you shoot."
Yun wanted to look up at the basket, but the strong light made it impossible for her to open her eyes.
Yun Xiang raised the basketball with both hands and aimed at the basket. Cheng Che stood behind her, holding the backs of her hands with both hands.
Yun Xiang paused for a moment, then turned around and saw Cheng Che looking at her.
The young man's eyes were clear, and the light fell on them, and the two figures were stretched and overlapped.
Yunxiang looked at the shadows on the ground, her heart agitated. She still remembered the small joy and cautiousness she felt when their shadows first overlapped.
"Watch the game." He tapped Yun Xiang's head, bringing the distracted Yun Xiang back to reality.
Cheng Che's hand rested on the back of hers again. Their skin touched, sometimes hot, sometimes soft. Yun Xiang felt an electric shock in her heart.
Cheng Che exerted a little force and threw the basketball out.
Yun Xiang immediately looked at the basketball, and the ball went in with a perfect arc.
Cheng Che pretended to be exaggerated and praised, "Let's think about it, he's really amazing. He said he couldn't play basketball, but he shot it and made it. What else can this be but genius?"
Guan He and Song Jin looked at each other and smiled.
Yun Xiang patted Cheng Che's arm and said, "Stop making fun of me."
She knew how the ball went in.
"One more." Cheng Che threw the basketball to her.
Yun wanted to imitate the moves he had just taught him and throw the ball on tiptoe.
Unfortunately, it missed the target and fell to the ground in mid-air.
Cheng Che took the trouble to pick up the ball and throw it to her again, and continued to play with her.
After the sun went down, Cheng Che and Yun Xiang slowly returned home.
They say the college entrance exam is a major turning point in life. Strangely enough, Yun Xiang didn't feel nervous at all.
Passing by the flower shop, Yun Xiang stopped.
On the blackboard at the entrance of the store, there is a beautiful and bold artistic word written.
“They say loving someone is like raising flowers. Even if you are a difficult flower to raise, I will make you bloom brightly.”
Yun Xiang tilted his head and couldn't help but smile.
"Cheng Che, if you could be a bouquet of flowers in your next life, what kind of flowers would you like to be?" Yun Xiang put his hands in his pockets and walked forward beside Cheng Che.
Cheng Che looked towards the flower shop and asked lazily, "What kind of flowers do you like?"
Yun wanted to curl his lips, "What?"
He lowered his eyes to look at Yun Xiang, his eyes gentle, "Whatever flower you like, I am that flower."
——Whatever flower you like, that is what I am.
Yun wanted to lower his head and couldn't help blushing.
But she quickly added, "I like having money to spend."
Cheng Che glanced at her dimly, thinking she was just a money-grubber.
"Then I will work harder to make more money so that you can spend it. Otherwise, what else can I do?" Someone sighed, put his arms behind his head, and walked forward lazily.
Yun Xiang raised the corners of his mouth. His heart was sweet.
"Cheng Che, are you nervous?" Yun wanted to ask him.
Cheng Che frowned, "What's there to be nervous about?"
"Then why do I feel that you are a little nervous?" Yun Xiang tilted his head.
"I didn't." Cheng Che put his hands in his pockets, but his pace was getting faster and faster.
Yunxiang looked at his back and said nothing more.
The cicadas' chirping continued in the dark night. At one in the morning, the light in Cheng Che's room was still on.
He sat on the balcony hanging chair with his arms folded across his chest, his deep, dark eyes gazing into the distance, without a trace of sleepiness.
The can seemed to know that its little master was unhappy. It lay obediently beside him, with its face on the ground, looking at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che lowered his eyes, his expression becoming increasingly calm.
Yun wanted to ask him, are you nervous?
In fact, he was a little nervous.
The closer he got to the college entrance examination, the more frequently his childhood conversations with Cheng Xiao popped up in his mind.
He asked himself: "Xiao Che, what do you want to do when you grow up?"
"I want to be a qualified firefighter like my dad!"
Even after so many years, the childish voice of little Cheng Che is still clearly imprinted in his mind.
At that time, his family members kept praising him for being so brave and ambitious.
When I grew up, I realized that not everyone has faith. Not everyone has the courage to speak out their dreams.
The world is so big and people are so small, so everyone lives cautiously.
He had personally seen many times that when his relatives' children were asked what they wanted to do when they grew up, they were too embarrassed to speak.
I have also seen people who bravely expressed their dreams, but were poured a bucket of cold water on by adults.
I've also seen others laugh heartily, and then just say they wanted to lie down and be a salted fish.
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