Fell Over

In Su Yiyi's life, she only had to depend on her brother since she was eight years old. After her parents passed away unexpectedly, she was left with only one brother who was several years older than her in the huge world. The two supported each other and spent six years peacefully in a foreign country. Six years abroad have worn away her soft and childish spirit, and she has developed a cold and quiet temperament. In the beginning of her sophomore year of high school, she was entrusted by her family to transfer schools back to China and enter Linlan Middle School, a key center in the city. The autumn sun was blazing in September and the campus was noisy with freshmen and old students. Su Yiyi was carrying a clean schoolbag and just stepped into the avenue on the side of the playground. Before her eyes could take in the new environment, a fast-moving basketball rushed towards her door with the sound of wind. The force is swift and violent, caught off guard It was the ball that the boys played with out of control. A group of teenagers not far away froze for an instant, and some stood up in a hurry to apologize. But in the next moment, Su Yiyi raised her hand to accurately catch the rapidly colliding basketball, her fingertips firmly grasping the surface of the ball, her face calm. She raised her eyes and scanned the group of teenagers. Before anyone could say anything, she flicked her wrist and threw the ball straight back with exactly the same trajectory and the same speed. The basketball landed accurately at the feet of the boy who had just thrown the ball, bounced up and fell again. Clean and tidy, neither humble nor arrogant. The group of boys were stunned on the spot and did not dare to play any more. No one knew that this casual ball hit the sight of Lin Jingzhou, a young man with a tall figure and cold eyes at the front of the crowd. He leaned lazily on the railing, raised his eyes casually, and landed on the cold and indifferent side of the girl's face. His eyes froze for half a second. Strange, yet inexplicably dazzling. Su Yiyi didn't look at anyone, she withdrew her gaze, followed the class's guidance, turned around and walked into the teaching building. Until I pushed open the classroom door of the key class of the second grade of high school. The only empty back seat was the one by the window, where the most eye-catching boy from the group of boys on the playground was sitting. Lin Jingzhou The two are in the same class. In the bustle of the hall, their eyes suddenly met. Su Yiyi's eyes were calm and completely unfamiliar. Lin Jingzhou's fingertips placed under the table suddenly tightened. She doesn't remember him. But he recognized her the first second he saw her features. It wasn't the first time we met in the second year of high school. It was a long-awaited reunion in kindergarten after nine years. In the kindergarten that year, the sunshine was gentle and the children were laughing and noisy. On the first afternoon of school, little Lin Jingzhou had a cold temperament, didn't like to talk, and had an arrogance that kept strangers away from him. During free activities in class that day, he accidentally got into an argument with his classmate Xu Xichen. During the push, he lost control of his strength and knocked the soft little Su Yiyi who was passing by to the ground. His elbow hit the edge of the floor hard, causing the skin to bleed instantly. Warm pain hit her, and the little girl's eyes instantly turned red. Small tears fell down in large pieces, and her shoulders were trembling slightly with grievance. At that moment, the young Lin Jingzhou was completely panicked. He had never seen a girl cry, and he had never made anyone cry. Flustered, at a loss, and with stiff limbs, he was obviously extremely anxious, but his naturally cold and awkward temperament made him freeze in place, motionless, and silently watched as others gathered around to help her up. Everyone thought that he was deliberately bullying people. Even Su Yiyi's young heart secretly concluded that Lin Jingzhou hated her. The source of the dispute was originally Xu Xichen, but in the end, Su Yiyi wiped away her tears, turned around and took Xu Xichen's hand, and her soft and sweet voice sounded sweetly: "Brother Xichen, let's go play." The world of children is simple and straightforward. She will get along with whoever coaxes her and accompanies her. Only Lin Jingzhou, who knocked her down, remained silent and seemed indifferent, was completely isolated. The little Lin Jingzhou stood alone, watching the two people leaving side by side, watching her affectionately calling others "brother", watching her smiling at others but not smiling at him. Sourness, unwillingness, grievance, and jealousy all filled his little heart. Why? It was obviously not his intention. He was obviously more panicked than anyone else. But he could only stand far away, not even qualified to get close. The sun was blazing that afternoon, and there were only two or three children on the playground. He watched Su Yiyi and Xu Xichen sitting on the seesaw, laughing and playing, and the sun fell on her soft side face, which was too beautiful to behold. He clenched his little fists, mustered up the greatest courage in his life, and walked over step by step. A childish, cold, and slightly stiff voice sounded softly: "Can I play with you?" He finally bowed his head and took the initiative to seek peace. But the next second. Su Yiyi immediately stood up from the seesaw, and skillfully held Xu Xichen's hand with her little hand. The sweet and soft voice sounded again, clearly falling in Lin Jingzhou's ears: "Brother Chenchen, let's not play with him. Let's go play something else." Xu Xichen responded gently: "Okay." The two turned around and left side by side. Lin Jingzhou was left alone, frozen in place. The little boy clenched the corners of his clothes tightly, his knuckles turned white and his eyes were slightly red. Reluctance, grievance, and embarrassment are all suppressed in my heart. Why should you run away when you see him? Why can she sweetly call someone brother, but refuse to even give him a look? The impulse and stubbornness of youth suddenly surged up. He rushed forward suddenly, stretched out his hand and forcefully broke the small hands held by the two of them. Under the stunned and confused gazes of the two people, Lin Jingzhou stretched out his hand to hold Su Yiyi's shoulders, lowered his head, and kissed her soft pink lips fiercely. The little Su Yiyi was completely stunned on the spot. He opened his eyes blankly, motionless, and even forgot to breathe. The kiss that year contained no love and ignorance, only the extremely domineering, awkward and paranoid possessiveness of a young man. After that, during the rest of the kindergarten, the relationship between the two subtly recovered. No more alienation, no more hiding. But fate plays tricks on people. When Su Yiyi was eight years old, her parents died suddenly. She followed her brother abroad and left the city in a hurry. Go quietly. No goodbye, no goodbye. Completely cut off all ties with this place, including Lin Jingzhou. It has been six years since she left, from primary school to junior high school. The young man who was once aloof and taciturn has completely changed his appearance. He became rebellious, unruly, cold and unkind. Skipping classes, fighting, and being unruly, he became a troubled boy in everyone's eyes. No one knew that his rebellion started from the moment she disappeared. Six years later. At dusk in midsummer, the alleys are long and narrow, and the twilight is dim. Lin Jingzhou leaned against the cold wall, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and his eyes were lazy and cold. There were five or six tall teenagers standing around in the alley, blocking a junior student. The atmosphere was depressing and tense. He was the default leader of the group, with his eyes downcast and indifferent to the farce in front of him. At this moment, a thin figure walked from the alley. Su Yiyi. She returned to China temporarily this time because she was entrusted by someone to secretly retrieve the out-of-print drawings of an anonymous illustrator. The matter was urgent and it only lasted one day. She lowered her head and looked at the navigation on her phone, walking through the criss-crossing old alleys, taking detours and going in circles, and finally walked back to this alley where there was trouble. The atmosphere in the alley was tense. Five or six people were aggressive, but the young man leaning against the wall was the calmest, coldest, and most eye-catching. Su Yiyi raised her eyes, swept her eyes across the crowd, and finally landed on Lin Jingzhou. The two looked at each other from afar across the crowd. At this moment, their facial features have long faded away from their childhood innocence. Six years of blank time, years apart. No one recognized anyone. Su Yiyi was cold-hearted and didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs. She had important things to attend to and had no intention of stopping to watch the dispute. But the navigation made repeated errors, so she could only ask. The girl's voice was cold and her tone was calm, penetrating the depressing atmosphere in the alley: "Hello." The group of troublemaking teenagers froze for an instant, all looking at her, and then subconsciously turned to look at Lin Jingzhou who was leaning against the wall, not daring to make a sound. At this moment, Su Yiyi instantly understood—— He is the leader. Her eyes fell back on Lin Jingzhou, her tone was polite and distant: "Hello, do you know where [Road Name] is? If you know, please tell me." Hearing this, the young man leaning against the wall slowly raised his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at the strange and beautiful girl in front of him, with a faint, careless and contemptuous smile on his lips. Cold, distant, indifferent, with the usual unruly and disdain. After a brief look at each other, Su Yiyi found nothing and finally turned and left the alley. This was the second time the two met after six years. Strange, alienated, and completely disconnected. And later. It's September, and Linlan Middle School starts. The basketball dropped and he hit back with a backhand. Opening the door and entering the class, we meet our classmates again. He remembered all the absurdity of youth, paranoia, and regretful separation. She knew nothing. He is the only one who has been trapped in the dust for nine years. He is trapped in the old time and has never escaped. Motto: Never pass by the school basketball court