-I painted the process of knowing you as a mouse on the rooftop and a pot of Zhilan it raised. On the night when the stars are extinct, it looks at each other with peas' eyes. In such a night, the instant romance is boundless, and the coolness brushed your toes, caring for your full dreams and my cautious face.

When Ju Chi woke up, she saw the flowers at the corner of the table again. After studying them for a while, the sun became fierce in a moment, and the world became green and shy. Ju Chi leaned his nose forward and pretended that it was a mushroom in spring. Smelling the silence of the forest, floating dust falls and splashes together.

Ling Zi also analyzed the day before yesterday that the flower must have been painted by a shy boy to express his love. Today, he changed his mind and said that it might have been painted by a student who went to night school. Ju Chi laughed at her preface. Ling Zi used to laugh at his so-called "Peach Blossom Luck" and fought back one by one ... "Peach Blossom Luck", with such a strong fragrance, was raised in the deep palace and fine arts institute as soon as possible, far away from his own courtyard.

Nevertheless, when Ju Chi found a message-like stick figure on his desktop that morning-a lonely and messy flower, hanging in the open season. It quietly looked at Ju Chi, and the background was this warm day-her thoughts were pulled very thin and long in an instant, with a slight emotion.

Ju Chi read Ling Zi's words, which should have been painted by someone sitting in his seat at night school. She reached out to touch this small mark, and a large blank class refuted in her heart: "What kind of person is it?" There are plenty of faces in the class filling the space, and there are no similar traces.

as the days go by, there are more and more flowers. Often it's just one night, and they go on unbridled. What an indescribable night it is, Ju Chi wait for a while thought quietly. When he was asleep, he started from scratch and carefully picked up his future prosperity.

On that really light day, she couldn't help copying the same flower in a spare place. Clear lines and unclear cores, gurgling. Time goes back and forth proudly in the branches, and Ju Chi looks at the graffiti on the desktop that has occupied more than half a sparse century. During the day when it is not sad, there are flowing clouds to write short sentences in a hurry.

But when the wet night is over, the sun points straight at my desk, where the continuous flowers and the half-truths of spring have been wiped clean. Ju Chi's back is stiff, like an embarrassing defeat, with humiliation-only ugly flowers added by himself, still barely maintaining a desolate smiling face.

"Is my painting superfluous and annoying him?" Ju Chi heart climbed out of the sigh of fear of the dark.

I broke up with Ling Zi at the station after school, but suddenly I remembered that something had been left in the classroom. Ju Chi pattered just visible to run back, pattering voice in the dark corridor, fill out the background that makes people sigh. With his thin and sensitive side face in the background, he stood in front of his seat, facing the blunt flower. He found Ju Chi and turned to look at himself.

The delicate eyes and gentle hair came to me layer by layer, so the turtle and the moon stopped talking. They snuggled up to the coastline quietly and listened to the endless noise.

-they have been in love for a long time and kept silent. There is a pocket rainbow on my balcony, and the short bridge is only to narrow the gap that is not a gap. Those beautiful things, those beautiful words that don't deserve.

When he bent down to take out his book in Ju Chi, he asked her, "Is it your desk?" After getting the girl's affirmative and puzzled answer, she smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry for dirtying your desk before, and I unconsciously painted a few strokes when I was studying at night." I saw your painting yesterday and found out that it wasn't my desk ... I just cleaned it yesterday. I'm really sorry. "

"Never mind, I like the flowers you drew ... Well, my name is Ju Chi." Look at his Gherardini eyes and sensitive nose, it's very nice. They are all very beautiful.

"thank you. Call me Kurata. "

Ju Chi knows that she is on a huge ship, silently welcoming the wounds of sunset and the gorgeous evening dress of mermaid. Ju Chi was so nervous that he bowed down and said "goodbye" to him and ran out in a hurry-those beautiful flowers fell into the sea from the window with the whimper of the noble lady, and they separated or reunited, and a moment of madness and long loneliness made it too late to think about it.

"Oh, it's Jun Kurata." Ling Zi gushed about this old friend who was in the same class with her junior high school. Ju Chi saw her high eyebrows and remembered a good dream she had expected before going to bed yesterday. In the dream, flowers would bloom all her life until she couldn't bend her waist again. The world was so abundant that her eyes were sore.

She listened to Kurata's junior high school days, which were completely different from her cotton cloth. That once tired smile at the peak. Kurata is a kind of artistic genius boy who is good-looking, good-looking, and can draw works that have won international prizes. Although Ju Chi just heard awkwardly, these long-separated memories followed in the same city, and finally got to his feet, only to spit out exhausted gas: "Very talented, but when he studied under a female painter, there was a bad scandal, which made him never paint again."

my chest creaks. Those stories were unexpectedly gorgeous. Unlike his face that evening, he sank in the well and the night was dim, which had nothing to do with sadness. Ju Chi frowned with pain and remembered his light-colored eyes. He stroked his hand of the flower, and he found himself looking up. When he looked up, the sky opened silently.

When school was over, Ju Chi asked Ling Zi to find the storage warehouse behind the school. She shouted down and down, her voice echoed in the dusty warehouse, and the stagnant water was slightly stagnant. Suddenly, I heard a movement overhead, and I cried out in fear, but I heard a trance-like voice: "Is it Ju Chi? ..... I am Kurata. "

Ju Chi looked up at the closed attic under the roof of the warehouse, but she could see nothing but a closed space. She asked the position of the voice, "Why are you here?"

Kurata's gentle voice suddenly became obvious because of the distance. He said that he often skipped classes and came here. "It's dark here, which makes me feel safe.". Kurata said he was working, but Ju Chi didn't understand. She asked me expectantly if I could climb up and have a look. Kuroda smiled at a distance, and Ju Chi noticed-"Sorry, I can't, it's all rubbish here, it's a mess"-that he smiled as politely and beautifully as that day.

At last, I said goodbye. The girl just turned around and left. When she looked at the claustrophobic attic, she really couldn't see anything clearly.

Ju Chi thought, Kurata. Ju Chi thought, kurata kurata ...

-after a busy afternoon, it is a tired evening. The stars of the century are eager to try, but they will never understand the tacit understanding between the two. On the dry balcony far away from the sea, what is surging is intermittent feelings.

His appearance is gradually clear from all kinds of statements. He is an animal that has nothing to lose and is cornered. Without sharp horns, there is only a unhurried smile. Ju Chi stared at the last flower on the corner of the table. This wishful agreement could not bear the joy of several generations. She thought of Kurata, and she no longer thought about it.

When we meet again, there is a cloudy day, and all the winds are trying to search for the subtle secrets among the grass. Ju Chi hurried through the wasteland behind the small town. It was very cold. When it was cold, he didn't want to stop to see the only beauty left in this world, and youth made wine.

Cang Tian sits on an abandoned step, eating bread and feeding bold birds. He greeted her: "Hey." Ju Chi stopped and sat down beside him. When he finished eating the bread, Kurata sometimes turned to ask her questions, and she answered truthfully. Then everyone was silent, watching the days pass by sharply, and the darkness breathed loudly in it. Ju Chi grabbed his blown skirt and looked at the big bag of paint in his hand: "Are you going to paint?"

"No." He glanced down at those gorgeous trademarks. "I just want to squeeze out all these pigments and throw them away."

"hey?" Ju Chi looked at his sharp pale fingers grasping the bag, as if unpredictable clouds would suddenly open there.

"It's like I like to paint flowers." He patted the crumbs on his body and stood up, and Ju Chi quickly got up. Two people go forward, in front of the inky horizon. His voice floated on the edge of the clouds above the air, and his fragile and beautiful face was redrawn by the wind. Kurata said that he always noticed that something splashed in front of his eyes. They fell to the ground quickly and then fled around the center. "I can't help but want to capture them with a pen, but I finally found out that what I painted was actually a flower."

Kurata changed a whole bag of paint from his left hand to his right hand, and Ju Chi followed him from his right to his left. Kurata on the left looks sad. It is not a calm moment that fills the diaphragm like the other side, and it is easy to stop your story. Ju Chi laid out the stones in his heart one by one, and there was a long and ugly column-"They said that Kurata used to be such an amazing painting prodigy, but later." "Every time they talk about Kuroda, they always talk about' falling into a slump' and' being mediocre'." "They say that Kurata once had paintings full of hearts, but now he can't express them any more, even if he tries to draw more."

This once collapsed valley was acquiesced to bid farewell to life. Without saying a word, Ju Chi saw the clouds flowing overhead like sea water, and quietly and irresistibly took Kurata to the gloomy Jidi.

The girl grabbed his sleeve: "How can I ... bring Kurata back?"

His eyes finally became transparent in an instant, and he looked back at the weak hair and slender neck, all of which were cautious. You can see that your heart is vulnerable. In the end, all it fights for is transparent tears.

-the youth that has been crossed, the broken bottle, the chaos that has been dispersed, and the nightmare that has been released, I think those have nothing to do with us. Just like it brings water to the depression for her every day, she slowly opens a flower for it. The understanding of a long time ago has been delayed until now.

"You actually know about me ..." Kurata stared at the wrinkled skirt pulled by Ju Chi. His heart is already on the high ground, where the clouds and waterfalls are silent and the proud rainbow passes by every day. It's just this silent loneliness that finally suffered a blow a few years ago. You can hear the sound of everything crashing down, but your soul can't be free because your heart is high. "You can't imagine how terrible it is to disappoint people who believe in their talents. But if I don't draw, it's like dying. "

others can't know, and those talents that must be inexhaustible are like dreams overnight. Those accusations and coercion that follow day and night, those indomitable expectations and waiting, those rumors and legends that grow secretly, those, those, these, these … all.

"But Kurata's paintings are the real flowers." Ju Chi raised his face and intercepted it sideways. "Those' they' that splashed and fled are your hearts."

She watched the boy leave. He waved his hand and smiled and said, "Good-bye". He was slightly bent because of the big bag of paint in his hand, and he looked overwhelmed and scared. Ju Chi watched Kurata like this. She turned and ran home, and it began to rain on the road, neither torrential nor pouring, as if there were blurred rain, which easily wet people.

The decisive time winds forward, and after our loneliness and sadness in droves, those flowers that are artificial but real are constantly blooming from the aching heart. As a result, spring turned cold, and those indigestible emotions broke ground in the cold wind, and butterflies disappeared forever.

Ju Chi slept more deeply in class. She buried her head in that unforgettable season, where there was a heart of her own. From the day when Kurata could no longer paint, the only bridge to communicate with the world evaporated into a rainbow. Ju Chi pondered the joy and sadness in his heart, the bright and clear he deserved, and the pain buried by his clean face-

"They splashed down before my eyes, fell to the ground quickly, and then fled quickly. I tried to capture the flustered trajectory with a pen, but finally I found that I painted a flower. "

"Only when these pigments are squeezed out of my heart and thrown into this world, will the illusions that fill my body be digested comfortably ... I know you don't understand."

Ju Chi buried his head tightly in his arms, as if hugging a broken moon. The unknown world is the last darkness and blank left by Kuroda for himself. It hangs far away and crashes decisively. Those beautiful eyes and faces, the elusive wounds in those beautiful smiles.

"So he can only doodle, those flower-like paintings. Otherwise, I can't get rid of my emotions, and it will be shattered ... I can't help anything ... I can't do anything ... but at least there is only one thing-"

On a quiet and warm night, the lights are flawless. Kurata stood in front of the table, the faded graffiti and the slender words faltered:

"I like you."

The frightening flowers that come through time and space, the turbulent rivers that come across youth, the boundless sea of clouds that emerge from the box, face the transparent heart that has nothing.

Countless flowers with simple strokes splashed from the air and broke between his shoulder blades and eyebrows, but still, still stubbornly covered him beautifully.

"I like you."

-if you forget, your mind will die.

encounter, Cao xing Yu xing.

Ju Chi bumped into Kurata in the corridor. She smiled shyly and beautifully at him. He is still such a slender and clear person, and his eyes are like a star when they are curved. As the sun sets, she and his shadow slightly overlap, and the shadows that meet each other are dark yellow.

"... are you the one who wiped off the flowers and the confession?" Ju Chi's hand unconsciously shook hands.

"Well, I hid them." He looked down at the kind girl in front of him, her youthful and peaceful face. "Because I want to take them somewhere else." Kuroda paused, so his face could not be shadowed. Ju Chi reflected the sunlight and had her gentle curve: "Our family is moving to another city, a new life."

Ju Chi looked at him hard to let go, watching him continue to say, "I will leave tonight. I will come back to see you one day. " This kind of distance, Ju Chi suddenly thought of the same evening, he spoke to himself politely for the first time ... Now, there is a deeper temperature, and those temperatures are fully filled with his tiny blood vessels.

"May I touch your face ..." But he was the first to say this, and Ju Chi raised his chin in surprise.

Your smell and my breath, the desert we set foot in, are the strongest, strongest and strongest temperatures. They are rooted in our hearts, and one day they will emit the same strong light, banishing all the incomprehensible humidity and gloom. From our hugs, unparalleled love thrives.

I like it. Just as I'm really hugging you now, I won't let go.

Kurata's disappearance took away his own flower-like trajectory and farewell, and the desk also suspended redundant stories. Ju Chi is still admiring his own forest in the classroom, where the floating dust is quiet. Maybe one day, she thought, those scrawled flowers will spread to her arms, pass through her fingers, and face the wind on her fingertips. Maybe one day, those transparent flowers and clear reasons. Now, I still live every day like fat attached to wet clothes.