The campus is still that campus, the scenery is still those scenery, but people are different.

In fact, people are the same, but people's age and mentality are different, so the point of view of things is different.

"Have you been back?" Zhao Yunuo asked.

Yi Xiangyuan nodded and said, "I will come once a year. I think high school is the best time. There are a lot of things to remember here. Haven't you been here?"

Zhao Yunuo shook his head and said, "After graduating, only the last time you invited me, it was the first time I came back."

She didn't want to come, but she didn't dare to come.

"Why not come and see? There are so many good memories here." Yi Xiangyuan said, with a bright smile on his face, arms stretched out, what he wanted to hug, breathing in the air around him, like a cheerful one. child.

Yeah, there are so many good memories here. It was for Yi Xiangyuan, and she could not be described as beautiful, it was a painful memory. She still can't forget the scene in which he turned indifferently when he handed Yi Xiangyuan the tablet on the playground that night and said "I love you" to him. For Zhao Yunuo, it was a pain that could never be erased from his heart.

It really hurts. She came here today to cure the pain.

"Let's go to the classroom and have a look." Zhao Yunuo finished, took Yi Xiangyuan's arm, and walked towards the teaching building.

Yi Xiangyuan was still thinking about his high school years. At that time, he was really a proud man, an idol of ten thousand people, a handsome appearance, excellent academic performance, and the care of school leaders for him, and his classmates for him. Enthusiastically, the sense of accomplishment that has never existed in this life has occasionally filled his heart with a satisfying taste. He likes this feeling very much, but he is not infatuated, and just enjoys it when he comes back.

The staircase of the teaching building was rebuilt and the railings were painted. Due to the summer vacation, a lot of dust fell.

Stepping on the dust leaving two rows of footprints, it is not clear, but it looks very continuous when viewed from a distance, because the steps of the two are really in sync.

Standing at the door of the teaching building, Zhao Yunuo lay on the door and window and looked in. The ground inside was clean, with two pots of flowers on both sides of the glass door, which looked like fake flowers, but the soil inside the pots was real.

"It's a pity," Zhao Yunuo pursed his lips and muttered.

Yi Xiangyuan patted her shoulder and said, "I'll accompany you when I have a chance."

"Remember? What classroom are we in?" Zhao Yunuo said sadly.

Yi Xiangyuan recalled: "High school is on the first floor 106, high school is on the second floor 205, and high school is on the third floor 303."

"Well, I didn't expect you to remember that clearly." Zhao Yunuo nodded.

Yi Xiangyuan laughed: "Of course, high school is the most beautiful time."

"Really? Then do you remember the line carved with a knife on the desk?" Zhao Yunuo's mouth smiled bitterly.

Yi Xiangyuan frowned. He was very impressed that for three years in high school, people were engraved on the desk every year. He couldn't remember any words, anyway, he was disgusted. Obviously the new table, why should it be engraved?

Zhao Yunuo smiled bitterly: "Can't remember?"

Yi Xiangyuan nodded and said, "A little impression, but I can't remember it."

Zhao Yunuo reminded: "The first year is 'Nuo Yisheng'."

Yi Xiangyuan suddenly thought of something and exclaimed, "The second year is 'I Love.'"

Zhao Yunuo nodded and said, "The third year is 'you Hengyuan'."

Yi Xiangyuan exclaimed: "Connected together means that Nuo loves you forever!"

Zhao Yunuo nodded and said, "Have you really not been connected yet?"

Yi Xiangyuan shook his head, only to find himself so stupid. Yes, Zhao Yunuo loves herself, she always loves herself. He suddenly remembered the night of his sophomore year when she confessed to him on the playground.

But why did he reject her? He regretted that he was so simple at that time, but he clearly liked Zhao Yunuo at that time. Is it because of selfishness? He didn't want his good image to be misunderstood by his classmates?

Yi Xiangyuan can only think of this, but no matter what he thinks, it is an eternal past, and it is worthwhile to have it now, so he embraced Zhao Yunuo from behind and lay softly in her ear: "Nono, sorry."

Sorry what can I solve? Can you smooth her broken and scarred heart?

Zhao Yunuo didn't speak, but just enjoying the hug quietly, her heart began to stir and struggle.

Hug, maybe this is our last hug.

Everything will pass. You are excellent. I do n't deserve you. I said I love you forever. I betrayed myself first.

A drop of tears slipped along the corner of Zhao Yunuo's eyes, she felt something was taken away from her body, and then was blown by the wind, it was so cold.

The hug was very warm, but she felt the back was cold, so she broke free and walked towards the playground.

Yi Xiangyuan saw Zhao Yunuo go and hurried to keep up, but he suddenly felt that his steps were a bit heavy and seemed to guess something. He felt that Zhao Yunuo took him back to the high school, not just nostalgic.

Standing on the edge of the basketball court, Zhao Yunuo was still in a daze.

The basketball frame has been replaced, but in the eyes of Zhao Yunuo, those rusty iron frames, white painted boards, and ball frames without nets.

Then, she saw the flexible body, handsome face, agile pace, steals, jumps, shots, goals, all in one go, flawless.

His figure seemed to be beautiful, covering the entire stadium. Not only is Zhao Yunuo a fan under the stadium, countless female students, even male students are his fans. However, the most loyal person who always holds a bottle of mineral water, who is present every time Yi Xiangyuan plays, is always Zhao Yunuo.

She saw the sweaty Yi Xiangyuan approaching her, and her face was full of glory after victory. He didn't have much words, but just took the mineral water bottle in Zhao Yunuo's hand, and quickly opened the lid. I drank the whole bottle of water in a breath, threw away the empty bottle, said nothing, turned around and went to play his game.

This is the case every time, and the bottle of water stays forever, as if it is placed there, the person holding the water bottle does not exist.

When the game was over, Yi Xiangyuan never saw that corner, but cheered with his teammates, or left the stadium in frustration.

And she just looked at it quietly, until his figure disappeared from sight, then the corner of her mouth with a forced and stubborn smile, and slowly left.

"What do you want?" Yi Xiangyuan said to Zhao Yunuo in a daze. He saw that Zhao Yunuo had red blood in his eyes.

Zhao Yunuo was still remembering, but those deep and deep memories slowly disappeared in front of her, until Yi Xiangyuan interrupted her, and those pictures instantly disappeared, leaving only a dim sunset on the final court.

So Zhao Yunuo smiled and asked, "Are you still playing?"