Ji Xu, who was dizzy with fever, collapsed on his seat.
A school uniform jacket came with a laundry detergent that belonged to that person.
Ji Xu slowly closed her eyes while smelling the fragrance of lavender.
The moment I closed my eyes, I seemed to hear someone saying in my ear: "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up."
When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the sofa in the school doctor's office, covered with a blanket.
He vaguely heard voices coming from outside, it was Xu Jiaxing.
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On the way Ji Xu went to Xu Jiaxing's house, there was an old sycamore tree.
The branches are luxuriant and the leaves are luxuriant.
Xu Jiaxing always told Ji Xu: "Take the No. 61 Bus from the stop at your home. After passing the big sycamore tree in the small street, the second stop is near my home. Get off there and I will wait for you."
Until that day, the old sycamore tree was cut down, leaving only an empty stump.
Ji Xu sat and stood, and finally came to Xu Jiaxing's home after going through all kinds of hardships.
As soon as he entered the door, Ji Xu complained: "Old Wutong was chopped down. I have sat and stood. It is not easy to get here."
Xu Jiaxing just responded lightly and continued to fiddle with his phone, seemingly replying to messages.
Ji Xu was still chirping: "Are you sad in Jiaxing? The sycamore tree has been with you for 17 years."
Xu Jiaxing didn't even raise his head: "Really?"
Ji Xu pouted: "It should be so." He looked at Xu Jiaxing worriedly, always feeling that something was wrong with him.
An hour passed by and the two of them basically said nothing.
Ji Xu stood up: "It's time, I'll leave first."
Only then did Xu Jiaxing react, "I'll see you off."
The two of them walked one behind the other. Xu Jiaxing followed Ji Xu two steps away, looking up at the stars in the sky. It was winter and it was getting late early.
Just as he was about to reach the bus stop, Xu Jiaxing suddenly said:
"Jiuxu."
The person who was called turned around against the light and looked at Xu Jiaxing.
Xu Jiaxing was dazzled by the light from the stop sign, and he looked at Ji Xu with some illusion.
"Actually, I knew that Wutong was cut down a long time ago, but I just didn't tell you."
"Very early."
OE's writing style is not good, there is no prototype for fun. Any similarities are purely coincidental. If you don't like it, don't comment.
Divided into two volumes, the second volume is for career development
Xu Jiaxing×Ji Xu
A lavender-scented summer in my memory.
Intention: Look forward