I went to see the fox once before I went to college. In juvie.

I haven't come to see him for three years.

The light in the fox's eyes has faded a lot, leaving only some dim light, shining gently.

When I heard that I was admitted to the university, I grinned. Then she sighed and asked me, Xiaoyan, what's wrong?

I said, you can get off the kang. Then, I added, I often take her to Ziziphus jujuba slope to sit in the sun and watch the sun. She can't climb the jujube tree. I grinned when I said this. He also sipped his mouth and smiled.

I looked at that smile, and a sour smell came to my mind, and I shed tears. I sniffed and lowered my head to tell him that there were two cigarettes in that bag ... beware of smoking. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, took a deep breath and said, nothing. Then, smile at me: I really want to die in it, that's what I need. ......

I saw the flashing light in those eyes and couldn't speak-fox, Xiaoyan. ......

The fox was speechless at once.

I sat quietly for a long time without saying a word. It wasn't until someone came to rush me and it was time that I got up and told the fox that I wasn't sure when I would come again. You can call home if anything happens. Paused and said, Xiaoyan, don't worry. ......

The fox lowered his head and said nothing. I know he is flinching-his body is shaking.

I looked at his back, hunched my back step by step, and my eyes were full of boiling tears. I want to yell at him. Seeing that it was almost the end of the turn, I suddenly heard him shout: Liangzi, tell me ... do you have Xiaoyan in your heart? ......

Zheng, I sighed, took a deep breath, spat it out, and told him that I knew I loved her more than you. ......

Treat her well, treat her well ... He said these words, walked forward, turned the corner and never saw him again. I only heard the crash of chains at the end of the darkness.

I walked out of juvie. Light a cigarette, take a sip and spit it out.

In late summer, flowers bloom and fall.

I don't want my father, I hate him, I hate him ... I want someone who will accompany me all my life, someone who won't abandon me and make me cry. ......

When Xiaoyan said this at that time, the tearful eyes were exactly the same as the fox just now.

I looked into the distance and it was desolate.

2.

When I was a child, Xiaoyan liked to braid her hair-braiding it in the sky, braiding it in the corner, braiding it in her braided hair ... in a variety of ways. I like to open my mouth and giggle loudly.

Xiaoyan and I have known each other since childhood and have become my best playmates. Tired of playing house together all day, I'm dad and she's mom, cooking a fire and raising a baby. Adults often joke with us: Xiaoyan, are you happy to be a smart daughter-in-law when you grow up? Xiaoyan squinted at me and giggled. I was embarrassed by her and frowned.

I've heard a lot, but I often ask Xiaoyan: When I grow up, do you miss being my wife? Xiaoyan's big eyes blinked again and again, and her eyes turned for a long time before she answered me: medium. I was overjoyed to hear that. But I heard her say, "But ... if you can carry me to the jujube slope and push me to sit on the branch of that jujube tree, I will rely on you." . I don't want to say: China people, I carry you. Whenever this happens, she is very excited and giggles on my back. But every time I ran halfway, I lost my strength, my legs went weak, and I stumbled on the road, and Xiaoyan fell with a big ass. She let out a cry, but didn't cry out pain. Instead, I helped me up, walked to the Ziziphus jujube slope with him and her, climbed to the Ziziphus jujube slope, sat on the branch, ate dates, looked at the sun, looked at the world, and looked at the cattle and sheep under the slope. Watch the sunset and the sunset glow.

The slope of Zizyphus jujuba is covered with Zizyphus jujuba. Everyone in the village calls it "Ziziphus jujuba". Most wild jujubes growing on the slopes of wild jujubes are not sweet. Only one wild jujube on a tree is sweet and very sweet. Adults call this jujube tree "dried jujube tree". Legend has it that a long time ago, an old woman lived in this broken house. She planted jujube trees all over the hillside, and under this jujube tree is her house. Legend has it that she has been waiting for a man on this slope all her life, and it is too hard to wait. At night, she cried and finally shed tears. She was immersed in the land on this slope, and the dates were bitter and astringent. Only the tree that she touches in front of the door every day and the tree watered by the spring water in the well under the slope every day bear sweet dates. Grandma said that the dates on this jujube tree were reserved by the old woman for the man to taste early. Therefore, adults will not eat the dates on that sweet jujube tree. I also warned my children not to touch it, because it is said that the old woman touched the jade emperor in the sky and became a fairy on this slope after her death. The dates she planted can only be enjoyed by the man he has been waiting for.

But we children always ignore this. In autumn, the children in the village rushed to this broken place with shoulder poles, looking for this sweet jujube tree and beating sweet dates to satisfy their appetite. In rainy years, there are only a few dates hanging on the treetops, but children often compete for food and cry loudly.

Xiaoyan's father is in poor health and often spends a lot of time taking care of his father. I often beat the dates on the jujube tree and give them to Xiaoyan. A few times, Xiaoyan and I went to Ziziphus jujuba slope to date. Now think about it, but it always makes people sad.

Think about it, at that time I really regarded Xiaoyan as a kannika nimtragol.

Later, Xiaoyan and I got older and took up our schoolbags and went to school. Xiaoyan is not easy to carry a schoolbag. Her family is in a bad situation.

3.

This fox, whose real name is Cang, comes from a neighboring village. At that time, the Hong Kong drama the legendary swordsman was very popular on TV. He has the same surname as Linghu Xia, and few people have multiple surnames. This is the fate, and he worships Ling Huchong, who is brave and brave in Jianghu, so he also gives himself a nickname "Linghu Xia", and he just has a pair of phoenix eyes that look like a fox, which inevitably greatly reduces his preset image. Fox is a bully in class and even at school. From king of the children as a child in Murakami. Naughty and fierce, he is also famous in the village. Teachers and parents can't do anything about him.

School Kukuzaopo Primary School, built next to Kuzaopo, is jointly organized by Jintian Village and Reed Slope Village. Xiaoyan and I are from Jintian Village, and the fox is from Weichi Village.

I met a fox on my first day in kindergarten. I remember that he was chasing a boy and spanking him with an iron pencil case cover. The boy's nose is red. When he runs two steps, he will twitch his nose twice, dragging a long sound, as if what he poured into his stomach made him very useful. As he ran, he looked back at the fox chasing him. He's still smiling, silly. He was finally caught up by the fox and was hit on the ass twice by the fox. Then he threw himself on the ground and stood there for a while. Then he seemed to react. He opened his mouth and began to cry. It makes me want to laugh. Seeing him like this, the fox seems to be used to it. He went up and grabbed his waist, picked him up from the ground, left him alone, holding the tin box cover in one hand and clapping his hands in the other, and turned to look for the next target. I remember Xiaoyan and I were sitting at our desks, looking at the brand-new stack of textbooks that had just been handed out. Our hearts crossed. Xiaoyan carefully opened the top book and turned pages. Her red face is full of joy. I am also looking at it excitedly, and I dare not touch it for a long time. Xiaoyan and I smiled at each other in unison, buried our heads and continued to read, completely ignoring the surrounding noise. I was fascinated, a girl shouted in the low aisle between us. I looked up from my book and turned to look at my side, only to see a little girl sitting on the ground with messy hair and crying. There is a red tether next to her. Then I heard Xiaoyan's angry voice overhead: What is the skill of bullying girls ... but Xiaoyan has stood up and quarreled with "king of the children". The boy is a fox. I saw him facing Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan rushed at him angrily. She couldn't say a word, and her face turned red.

Xiaoyan was still shouting at him, but he just stared at her with a red face and a tight mouth, embarrassed and flustered. Xiaoyan shouted a few words and stopped to look at him. Suddenly, she smiled, glanced at the girl who was still sitting on the ground crying, and glanced at the lid of the pencil case in his hand. She said with a naughty face, what is this guy in your hand? Maybe now is your future wife.

Hearing this, the children around us burst into laughter. The girl sitting on the ground paused, quickly stood up and ran to her seat, lying motionless on the table. The fox's face turned redder at this moment, but then he smiled cunningly, cocked his head and stared at Xiaoyan, suddenly raised his hand and patted Xiaoyan's ass with the lid of the pencil case. Before Xiaoyan could react, the fox ran out with a big smile on her face. Xiaoyan paused and shouted "dead fox" while chasing.

Two people don't know each other, so they know each other. Later, the fox simply broke away from his "friends" and joined Xiaoyan and me to play together after school and do homework together on weekends.

4.

In a blink of an eye, we entered the primary school and the teacher began to study hard. This is painful for the fox. Fox doesn't like learning by nature, but as long as he is with Xiaoyan, he must listen to her and finish his homework honestly before going out to play, but his monkey's temper has changed a lot. Every time there is a big party in the village, the school teacher will arrange a blackboard full of homework for us to do. It is stipulated that we can go out to play after finishing, and then we are allowed to go out after finishing, and then the teachers will join hands with smiles to catch the big party. I am the first one to finish it early every time, and then walk out of the classroom in the eyes of surprise and envy of the whole class. At this time, Xiaoyan, who was buried in her homework, would look up and frown at me, but the fox was puzzled at first. Later, she learned my "secret" from Xiaoyan: that Xiong Haizi took away her homework. Hearing this, the fox shouted betrayal. Xiaoyan joked with him, you stupid head melon seeds, you can only come up with the old-fashioned way of using three pens together and writing three lines at a time to fool your homework. But it didn't last long. Finally, one day, my "ugly behavior" was exposed by the teacher in public. Watching me pout and get hit by a broom on the podium, the fox smiled while covering his mouth below, keeping the same face as my red ass.

5.

My house faces the street, the door is spacious, and two big willows have grown. At that time, boys as old as us in the village were popular to play basketball, and almost everyone held it in their hands. We often play together, and I like playing basketball, so I begged my father to buy one for me at the village party. Later, my father and I put a basket on the willow tree at the door. Every weekend, the three of us sit on a small bench and lie prone on a small table to do our homework. After that, we can play ball together. Fox and I followed suit on TV to learn dribbling, layup and shooting. Xiaoyan was too weak to throw the basket, so she picked up the ball for us, patted it on her hand occasionally, and then threw it at us with both hands. I grabbed Fox and she clapped her hands and giggled happily. One night, she just stood there watching us laugh. The afterglow of the sunset fell on her body and reflected on her face. Her crooked eyes and neat teeth sparkled. It looks really good.

Later, several table tennis tables were built with cement in the school, and we liked playing table tennis again, especially the fox, which almost reached the point of obsession: after class, we ran to play when we didn't have time to go to the toilet, and we were the first to rush out to occupy the table during the big break. There are too few people on the stage, so we adopt the system of stepping down in three rounds, winning two out of three games and continuing to perform on the stage after winning. We call this rule of hitting the wheel "three goals". Fox seems to have a special talent for playing this game and often becomes the champion in the afternoon. We call this behavior "dominating Taiwan Province". Maybe the fox took it. Xiaoyan also likes playing table tennis. Every time after school, she goes home with the fox until very late. Later, Xiaoyan gradually became the only person who could knock the fox out of the ring ......

6.

That summer, it was a once-in-a-century drought, and the water in the old well near the field was drained and could not be used. We had to queue up from house to house to water the land, and at night, we pulled the machine to occupy the well. When the water was poured from house to house, the spring water in the well slowly seeped into the water before watering. That night, my father helped Xiaoyan's family pull the machine to the horizon of her house. Xiaoyan brought a thick straw mat and watched the machine by the well at night. I promised the fox to sneak over at night to surprise Xiaoyan.

After dinner, I told my family that I ran to the school gate to meet the fox with a straw mat and a half-thorn watermelon. I saw the fox coming, wrapped in an ill-fitting military coat, with one hand under the hem and the other bulging under the creaking nest. I don't know what's in it. I asked him, but he only said it was a good thing, and he couldn't take it out until I saw Xiaoyan mysteriously. I gave him a white look and had to give it up. On the way to that land, we passed a grave. We held our breath and trotted all the way to Xiaoyan's house. Far away, I saw a faint light flashing over there. The fox made a gesture to me, smiled, and then we crept past. When I got to the light, I lay down under the corn seedling near her. First the fox meows like a cat, and then I bark like a dog. Then we shouted more and more and our voices became hoarse and harsh. Finally, it turned into a fierce cat-and-dog war. I was playing cheerfully when the fox poked me with his finger and made a gesture of silence. At that time, the air was quiet, and only birds' nocturnal cries and crickets' whispers were heard. Then I listened carefully, but there was Xiaoyan's gentle sobbing. Crying is suffocating and trembling, as if wanting to cry but afraid to cry, suffocating. The fox and I looked at each other with a look of panic, and slowly got up and walked to Xiaoyan. Only to see Xiaoyan burying her face in her clothes, shivering and sobbing on her head. I crouched down with the fox, only to hear the fox gently shout to Xiaoyan: Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, I'm a fox, don't be afraid, just now Liangzi and I were joking with you ... I saw Xiaoyan under her clothes suddenly stopped shaking, paused, slowly leaned out, stared at us with tears, and suddenly grinned, "I knew you would come to scare you, giggling." I asked Xiaoyan, why does your flashlight flash like a jack-o'-lantern? This really scared us ... Xiaoyan sat up, put on the clothes that covered her body and replied: I'm afraid this battery won't last tonight ... I saw two books piled up beside him, a Chinese textbook at the top and a comic book about a dream of red mansions next to it. "One is Liangwan Yuan Xian ..." I squinted and shook my head. I grinned and looked at Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan grinned and said the next sentence after me: "One is flawless jade ..." I asked Xiaoyan: It's all on TV. Why are you still reading? Xiaoyan replied: I usually don't have time to watch it, so I can't get to the top. If I see the fog behind me, I will borrow a book to ponder it carefully. The fox doesn't understand these things, and he can't get in a word when talking about the preferences of these little girls' families. He just pouts and rolls his eyes. However, he especially likes watching the Water Margin. Needless to say, on weekdays, he loves to pull the old people in the village to tell him about the water margin. He has heard 100 times about the story of Song Wu's killing tigers from bottom to top, but he enjoys it. When chatting, the fox and I went our separate ways. I put the watermelon next to it and spread a thick straw mat next to Xiaoyan.

The fox finally pulled out what had been hidden for a long time from the squeaky nest. "Ah," Xiaoyan and I exclaimed at the same time, "A tape recorder?" Xiaoyan's face lit up and she stretched out her hand and touched it. "It's beautiful ..." Xiaoyan couldn't help admiring. The fox first played a few Teresa Teng songs that Xiaoyan loved to listen to. "Sweetheart, you smile very sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze ..." Xiaoyan listened happily and snorted, completely intoxicated with the singing. Then I changed a song "Gadamer" and "Little Hongyan flying north never leaves the Yangtze River and never takes off. It is said that Gadamer's uprising was for the land of the Mongolian people ... "The fox and I sang passionately, and Xiaoyan sang along, with curved eyes like a bright moon on the horizon. "Change a song, change a song ..." Xiaoyan and I shouted while eating watermelon. "Hongyan, going back to the north, took away my thoughts. Oh, my God ..." When we sang "Drink the wine dry, refill it, and don't get drunk tonight", the three of us raised the watermelon, pretended to raise a glass, touched it passionately, lowered our heads and chewed each other, made a big gesture, raised our heads and talked to each other. In the silent field, there are sad and distant songs floating. ......

The three children leaned together, covered a military coat and fell asleep sweetly. In their sleep, all three people are smiling. Under the starlight, young faces seem to be transparent. In the middle of the night, the fox choked on a bubble of urine. When he lay down, he saw that the military coat was pulled by me to his side. Xiaoyan was shivering with cold. The fox quickly pulled the quilt on Xiaoyan and covered it for us, but he didn't cover it at all. He held his arm trembling, and finally he couldn't help feeling sleepy and fell asleep. He just doesn't know how many times he was frozen at night. ......

7.

One night, after school, the three of us walked out of the school. In front of the school is a farm. Autumn is coming, and the fields are covered with rows of corn stalks. Xiaoyan and I were just about to say goodbye to the fox. On my side, I saw a rabbit under a corn stalk pile not far away. I quickly called the fox. Without saying anything, the fox put down his schoolbag and crept over. I'm right behind, Xiao Yan. Suddenly, the fox rushed out and pounced on the rabbit. The rabbit was frightened and suddenly got into the haystack. I looked at the fox, and the fox made a gesture to let me hold each other. Xiaoyan joined the fight, and the three of us held the corner. The fox suddenly charged at the haystack with one foot. "What about this?" I shouted and the fox heard me. The fox is really like a little fox. A small shadow rushed to the hare, jumped out and soon dumped Xiaoyan and me. Xiaoyan also ran forward excitedly, carrying a flower bag sewn by her mother with old clothes on her back, jumping up and down on her body, echoing her pigtails at a distance, like a lively and happy swallow. I ran like hell, but I couldn't see the rabbit. Later, I couldn't run any longer. I found a haystack, sprawled and panting. I turned my head to look at the swallow behind me and saw the fox still far away from her followers, struggling to run forward. I close my eyes and feel everything spinning. For a long time, I felt someone kicking my foot. When I opened my eyes, I saw a fox. Seeing his depressed face, I knew I had missed it. I sat next to me, panting. Turned to look at Xiaoyan and saw that she was still squatting in the same place, her head hanging straight to her knees. I walked over and saw her showing her thumb, staring blankly at the three brocade shoes, mumbling: the three brocade shoes sewn by my mother ... I suddenly felt distressed, like a broken shoe, and immediately burst out laughing. Hearing my smile, she looked up at me and even smiled. She stood up, greeted me with her little fist, and then sipped her mouth to choose something from my hair. The sunset on the horizon is a light bulb covered with red silk, and the last ray of warm light is sprinkled on this farm and on us, like a long and distant landscape painting. ......

8.

Every winter when it snows, we will hide in a warm room, sit on the kang in groups of three or five, have fun, watch comic books, watch TV, do our homework, chat and listen to grandpa tell that old story.

"Legend has it that there is an old mammy on the slope of Ziziphus jujuba ..."

Occasionally, we will sit by the window, and there is a hot air on the glass. Through the window, we will stare at the falling snowflakes outside the window. Children's heads are always filled with all kinds of strange things, such as a colorful landscape painting and a colorful story book. The tentacles of imagination can fly to the sky through the roof, but they can also stare blankly at the strange and different shapes of window grilles on the glass, regard them as something they make up out of thin air, write stories for them and stage legends for them. On the red stove burning in front of the kang, there is the smell of baked sweet potatoes. The north wind roared and the snow flew out of the window.

In a blink of an eye, the year is coming, and there are many warm smells full of the taste of the year on the stove at the door. ......

I still remember Xiaoyan wearing a red cotton-padded jacket with small white flowers and smiling like a blessing doll. ......

9.

Xiaoyan left in early summer. She has no time to say goodbye. That day, the weather was extremely hot, and cicadas were chirping in the tree in front of the classroom, which made people restless. Everything is so calm, and everything could have passed so quietly and slowly. ......

Only that day, Xiaoyan was called out by the teacher and said a word to her. Then she came into the classroom with tears on her face, packed her things and ran out without looking back. Both the fox and I saw her shoulders shaking behind her and kept wiping her tears. ......

Later, I heard that her father, who had been ill in bed all the year round, passed away. Mother remarried and she followed her to other places. There has been no news since.

10.

During the long and dreamy summer vacation after Xiaoyan left, we didn't touch wine very much, but learned to like it.

We ran in the wheat field full of stubble after harvest. Crying and laughing.

The fox ran away with his shoes, stepping barefoot on the straw, and the sharp wheat awn stuck on the soles of his feet, bleeding. Forgetting the pain, the fox pricked his foot and shouted at the front like a madman: Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan. ......

I can't run any longer. I stopped, bent down, put my hands on my knees, gasped, and looked up and saw the fox still running forward.

In front of me, there is a dazzling golden boundless. In the hot summer sun, it is brilliant and decadent-I think of me, Xiaoyan and the fox chasing and fighting before harvesting or in the green or golden wheat fields. The scene before me seemed so desperate.

That day, the fox suffered from heatstroke. When he got home, he drank two mouthfuls of mung bean soup and fainted in bed.

1 1.

In the afternoon, I sat alone on a pony and tied it in the shade to enjoy the cool. Grandma sat next to me, fanned me with a cattail leaf fan and chatted with the old lady next to her. The cries of ice cream vendors came in the distance. In the past, the three of us would follow this voice quickly, and each of us would buy one for a few cents. Xiaoyan holds it in her hand. I put out my mouth, licked it and shouted "so sweet". The fox also stuck out his mouth and took a sip, biting off more than half of it, making it tremble with cold. As soon as Xiaoyan pouted, she went up and kicked him. The fox ran away with a smile. Xiaoyan went up to chase, chased for a while, stopped chasing, and stopped licking the ice cream in her hand. Lick it for a while and pass it to us. If we don't eat, let her eat alone. She won't eat. She insisted that we take a few bites and then eat the rest. After eating, lick the stick and throw it away.

At dusk, the sun is about to set and become red and soft. We went to the wheat field to play with friends in our village. Me, the fox and the boys play marbles together, Xiaoyan and the girls jump rubber bands. When Xiaoyan jumps on the rubber band, pigtails fly around like swallows, saying, "Big Apple, Banana Pear, Malanhua 2 1, 256,257,282931; 356, 357, 38394 1 1; Four, five, six, four, five, seven ... "Finally, the boy and the girl kicked shuttlecock together. In this way, we played until mom and dad called us home for dinner, and then waved goodbye reluctantly. ......

12.

The moon hangs on the treetops. The street is full of cool air-sitting on Mazar-e, lying on the straw mat, fanning the cattail leaf fan ... I secretly went to the canteen to buy a bottle of beer and ran to find the fox. The fox took out half a bottle from home and his father drank the rest. We ran to the wheat field, leaned on the soft haystack we had just beaten, and drank and chatted.

The fox said, Liangzi, I miss Xiaoyan. I don't know why. I often have a dream these days. In my dream, I heard Xiaoyan calling my name and crying, as if begging me to save her. ......

I laughed at the fox.

The fox leaned his head on the haystack and continued with a half upturned face: Sometimes, I really want to become a fox and build a nest in these haystacks. I watch the swallow fly in the sky every day. I follow her wherever she flies, and I dance with her in the sky. When she falls, I will stay away, not to scare her. She was hungry, so I took all the delicious food out of the nest. How nice ... even if she flies to the south in winter, I can hide in my nest and watch the falling snow outside, thinking about her and worrying about her warmth and coldness ... but my heart is happy, and I only hope that she will fly back next spring, so that we can meet again and play together. ......

The fox choked up when he spoke. I saw tears in his eyes in the moonlight.

He picked up a beer bottle and gulped it down. Take a long breath and say, but now Xiaoyan is gone, I don't know where to fly, and there is not even a glimmer of hope. ......

Look up at the moon in the sky, big, round and bright. I remember a poem my father taught me to read before: At this time, I don't know each other, and I hope to shine on you every month. A voice in my heart is shouting: Xiaoyan, where have you been? ......

13.

The moon fell from the treetops and sank to the west. The fox is drunk. This is the first time I've seen him like this. I helped him up, and he struggled to be pulled up by me, muttering: Xiaoyan, where have you been, Xiaoyan ... Then he sang: Xiaoyan, dressed in flowery clothes, comes here every spring. I asked the swallow why he came, and the swallow said that spring is the most beautiful here ... singing and laughing, and then sobbing and shouting: Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan. ...

I called the fox's house and my aunt answered it. I said the fox was playing at my house, and it was too late, so I left him here to sleep. Aunt answered and hung up the phone.

In the evening, the fox and I huddled in a bed. In his sleep, he was still singing the song "Little Swallow", crying and laughing.

At that time, a group of children around Xiaoyan sang "Little Swallow, wearing a flower coat, comes here every spring. I asked Swallow why you came, and Swallow said that spring is the most beautiful here". She jumped up and down, closed her eyes and smiled so sweetly. ......

But I don't know why, that night, I had a dream like a fox. In my dream, I couldn't see Xiaoyan's face clearly, but I saw something red-I don't know whether it was red clothes or her whole body blood. ......

In the next few years, until now, I often have such dreams that people want to cry and shout, but they can't cry or shout. ......

14.

After harvesting, the wheat field is ploughed and corn seeds are sown again. At the end of summer, we started school.

Without Xiaoyan, I go to school alone in the morning and go home alone at noon and night. The fox is still that crazy and heartless fox, or that naughty fox that gives the teacher a headache, as if everything that happened to him this summer vacation was a dream. It's just that his sharp eyes, like wild animals, occasionally dim-looking at the swallows flying in the sky.

One late autumn evening, after school, all the children rushed out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs and laughed and played together. The fox stood alone by the stone pillar in front of the classroom, staring at the swallows flying south in droves in the sky. I walked over, and he seemed to say casually: the swallow is going to fly away ... then I saw some serious and decadent expressions on his immature face, and his eyes dimmed. So I stood there motionless for a long time. Finally, I sniffed, blinked hard, turned my head and grinned at me: Go, play marbles. Said, and ran forward without looking back. I watched his little figure running towards the sunset, paused and caught up with him.

The autumn sunset is bleak and heavy.

Autumn has come, winter has come, and the fox is still the little fox rolling in the snow to catch birds. I miss Xiaoyan's red face in the white world.

Winter goes and spring comes, and the dead leaves are awakened by the spring breeze. The wheat seedlings in the field stretched themselves with Ashe, broke the quilt and put on green again. The fox and I are both one year older. After the summer vacation, we will be promoted to junior high school.

Because junior high school is going to study in a town far from home, Fox and I packed our bags before school started. The day before school started, we sneaked into the wheat field for a drink, but this time no one got drunk.

The fox didn't mention Xiaoyan again, as if he had put a boulder in his heart.