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- Nanai, who had the best look-looking side, liked to hold his cheek with his hands, and looked at the ginkgo tree outside the window. And I liked to look quietly at him out the window. The sun fell from the window, and his eyelashes were as if full of sunlight. His face was bathed in the sun, and every tiny sweat hair was clearly identifiable. His nose was tall and his eye socked deep heart. His lips were also very good-looking, looking from the side, as if smiling. He also had a soft dark hair, with his tail hanging over his fair back neck, and a lazy feeling. I like to look at his side, I like to quietly approach him, to smell his faint aroma, which is shampoo mixed with lavender’s aroma – the aroma that belongs to him. "The rain, the rain! "The gossip Wang in the class stood at the door of the classroom shouting me, she was passionate, as if there was never endless vigor, "teacher let you go to the office! I pretended that I had just looked nothing, but the heart was jumping "pounding" like being hit by a person to secret, as a child sneaked a peach from another's fruit tree to be caught, a little embarrassed and anxious, panicked and unable to help. I stood up in a hurry, but I knocked down the stool because I was too anxious. Then he turned his head. He was laughing, his mouth was slightly upward, dark and bright eyes, reflecting the most beautiful soft light of the summer. When he looked at others, he always looked so serious, as if he were only looking at you alone. I stooped quickly and raised my stool, and dared not look at him again, fearing his soft glance to see through all my reverie. I like to look at him, but I dare not let him find out that I am looking at him. I escaped from the classroom, the heart was still raging, the heart was sweating out of my heart, a near sweet sour filled the whole heart. Sometimes I think, what does he think of me? What kind of person do I look like in his eyes? Is that good? You're good at your temper? Does he like or hate me? Or just normal? With sour peeping times, whether it is the heavy sun or the wind, whether it is rainy or sunny, whether it is snow or frost, this mood soaked my entire campus time. “The summer rain. When I looked at him again quietly, he turned back suddenly and took my peeping gaze and caught me right, "Do you like the sea? "Oh? I stood there all at once, how to put my hand, where the eyes should look, what kind of rhythm should be used to breathe. "Do you like the sea? He laughed, and his eyes shined like a thousand stars. "Like. As if bewitched, my ghost nodded down as bad. The topic seemed to grow more at once, he no longer just used his side face to me, he would tell me about his ocean, his colorful dreams, he loved diving, he loved to throw himself into the water, and then sink, sink, and sink again. He told me that his greatest dream was to dive into the deep sea of a hundred and fifty meters and look at the pirate ship that slept on the bottom of the sea. “I also want to learn to dive, and look interesting. Can you teach me? So that summer vacation at the end of the semester, the colorful world he told me became the place I wanted to go with and most wanted to go with him. "All right. He nodded, “Well, let’s go on diving together for the summer vacation.” He handed me a hand, palm up, fingers slightly bent, the sun fell on it, with a warm breath. "Yes! I lifted my hand and let it down gently. In the extreme darkness that neither heaven nor earth exists, a light falls, a fragmented bubble floats up, and the bubble reflects the light, a little floating, and then a "snap" cracks. It was quiet, there were no ripples in the water, and the sound of bubbles rising and broken was clearly discernible. I was falling, black hair and claw floating in the water, like a dense grass, and lived around and growing. More bubbles came up from the dark underwater. Someone sinks on the bottom of the water, bubbles spilled out of my mouth, mixed in the bubbles that floated up in the deep water, floating up together. Time seems to have lost its meaning, and my brain cannot think, like a grain of gravel sinking into the water, continually sinking and sinking. At the bottom of the water, a person was floating up. He wore a milk-white shirt, closed his eyes, and the tiny bubbles spilled from his mouth. I reached out to touch his face, but I couldn't catch him anyway. There was a little anxiety in my heart, and there seemed to be a voice in my ear urging me to catch him. I tried to dive down, almost, almost, almost, almost, and I could almost touch him. But at this time, the boy, who had been closed, suddenly opened his eyes. It was a deep pair of eyes, so dark that it couldn’t reflect a little light, he was looking at me. "Miya! I opened my mouth and shouted him. My hand touched his shirt, and a sudden waterflower in the dark water of him, and the white water suddenly swallowed him. He was continually falling, with a smile on his face, and he was always looking at me. "Miya! I wanted to call him, eagerly trying to catch him, but the fingertips could only cross the flow of water that came up when he fell. A lot of water was poured into my nose and mouth, and a suffocating feeling swallowed me up at a moment. "Miya! I shouted to wake up from this anxious nightmare, full of sweat, and sweat in my stomach. I lifted my quilt and went into the bathroom and squatted on the toilet for a while. That nightmare took all the strength of my body, and I sat in the middle of the dresser and the toilet, gasping with a huge breath. There was some kind of emotion raging in the body, the huge fear from the dream to the dream, I was trembling all over my heart as if a big hole had been broken, a little breathing painfully cold sweat. "Pick up the rain, pick up the rain? Outside the door, a mother's anxious cry, she knocked on the door and knocked hard. I wanted to respond to her, I wanted to say it's okay, I just had a nightmare and it'll be fine soon. I want to say, “Mom, go back and rest, don’t care me, let me stay alone for a while.” But I could not say a word, my voice seemed to be blocking a stone, so I could not breathe. “Pick up the rain. The door sounded the key and inserted the lock. "Click -" the door opened, and Mom rushed in: "Pick up the rain, pick up the rain, how are you? " I tried to squeeze a smile at her, but the smile was just ugly than crying. My mother hurried to open the drawer of my bed, took a bottle of medicine from it, poured a glass of warm water over and held me, and let me take a pill. "Have you had a nightmare again?" " Mother asked softly. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm the feelings that were still in my heart. I don't know how long after my mother kept holding me, as if she was soothing a baby, gently patting my back. The emotions slowly calmed down, the sense of suffocation finally disappeared, and the clothes on my body were wet. “Sorry, Mom, I worry you, I’m okay. I said to my mother, “Mom, go back to bed.” “It’s okay, Mom is with you. Mom smiled warmly, and his eyes were careful, as if I could not touch a porcelain doll, "Mom here, don't be afraid." “I’m really all right. Mom, don't take me so vulnerable. I smiled at her and said, “I took a shower and slept.” “But…” Mom was worried, and she was not reassured to leave me alone. “Trust me, Mother. I looked my mother’s eyes very sincerely and wanted her to feel my mood. "Well, you'll go to bed before you've taken a bath, and if you're afraid, call me." " Mother told. I nodded and she just got out of my room. Mother's footsteps gradually went away, and eventually disappeared, and quiet was restored around. I climbed up from the ground. I don't know if it's because of the drug's effect, the little monster that had ramped in my mind suddenly became unusually quiet. I went to the window and pushed the window out. The stars shine, and I looked at them. It is always said that the dead will become the stars of the sky. So, Miya, what will you become? That nightmare that calls me suffocation, in fact, I haven't dreamed of it for a long time. I was afraid of that dream and I expected it. Anyway, at least I saw him. That's the only way I can see him. "You're over there, okay? I said, "I really miss you! I took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled out, forcing myself to stop thinking about Miya Asahi before the mood became melancholy again. I remember the doctor told me that. He said, when the rain is picking up, you must learn to restrain. He's right, restraint, I have to learn. In this way I can not let myself dwell in the shadow of Miyao's departure, so that I can not sleep in the boundless memories. I have to go forward, I have to go forward. I walked into the bathroom with a clean pajamas, unwringing the switch, warm water sprinkled from the top of my head. For a while, I was afraid of everything that was related to water, especially to bathe like now. The water fell from the top of my head, and I would be panicking, that reminds me of that nightmare, the fear of being submerged and almost suffocated by the water. I hate that feeling. To this day, I still feel hated as long as I touch water. Turn off the switch, wipe off the water with a dry towel, and change the clean pajamas, and I returned to the room. It is 2 a.m. it is still early in the morning. My brain is unusually awake, even a little excited. Many fragmented pictures lingered in my mind, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep. I turned out of the bottle from the cupboard, my mother just gave me a pill, I unwring the cap and decided to take another. Turn the calendar, July 28, I was drawn a circle with red watercolor strokes. I was a little trance, unknowingly, has been a year? I closed my eyes, and Miya's face became clearer in my mind. Miya, it turned out that since you left, it has been almost a year. Today is 24, four days is your annual anniversary！
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