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As long as we close our eyes, the world will be exactly as we imagined, just like you and I played hide-and-seek when we were young. Blindfold, I know where you are hiding.

This is a dead end. Why don't you believe me?

You don't believe me.

You-you don't believe me.

0 1 The paper airplane you folded when you were a child.

I can't afford to fly anymore.

It looks like an overexposed photo.

The sunshine in early summer is like tap water just released from the tap, with the smell of bleaching powder, which makes the air more and more transparent and clear. Hot air seems to be blowing from the far end of the world, blowing through the endless canopy of camphor trees. At first, I didn't feel anything special. Later, it gradually turned from hot to warm, then to ignorance, and finally to the rare shade in summer.

Duanmu Shallow Summer mercilessly threw the schoolbag that kept slipping from shoulder to shoulder again, and looked back at the deadpan boy who was fixed five meters behind him from time to time.

Determine the distance of five meters. Not far away, his hands in his pockets, his eyes cold and expressionless. It's been like this for 18 years. Like the people in the sketch book, I can't find the three-dimensional sense at all.

Girls who pass by him will whisper to each other.

"It's already the end of winter."

"Ah ... it's really him."

He can't hear with headphones on. Only shallow summer turned to stare at him, he will coldly stare back. At this moment, he is a living person, while at other moments, he is a deadpan student union president fixed on sketch paper.

This made Shallow Summer even angrier. He secretly cursed Duanmu Dong for falling into a dog! As a result, I stumbled on the ground before I could meditate in my mind a few times.

The boy behind him suddenly moved slightly, but his mouth opened but he didn't shout out. Just took a few steps up. But before he could catch up, she had stood up and left.

There is a little blood on the ground, rubbing on the concrete floor. Turn ugly chestnut in the sun.

The boy stood there staring at the blood for a while, then turned and walked towards the school hospital.

This is the summer of 2004.

Sunlight swept through Shanghai like a tsunami.

Pull out his light blue bike from a pile of bicycles in the carport, then ride it and rush to the school gate. Girls who have bathed in twos and threes pass by with wet hair. The air is filled with the smell of shampoo, sometimes it's a faint lime, and sometimes it's a boring peach. Everything transpired slightly in the heat of early May and summer, which dyed the color of the air red and made the hot summer sizzle like water.

Invisibility is indescribable invisibility

But in the light summer, it's like a fire. My knee ached faintly, and I shed a little blood, which solidified into a semi-solid blood clot in hot summer. Pedaling his bicycle hard, everything around him flew behind him like a silent shot in a movie. Time is repeatedly cut by scissors here and now, half, a quarter, an eighth, a billionth, and finally turns into soft dust with dense hot air, which is blown away by the monsoon and sticks to the heights of the sea cliffs that are difficult for the tides to reach. With the quiet sound of reed sprouting, it covers the long path behind it backwards.

A firefly bookstore has gone backwards.

You are an idiot!

In a record store, a handsome waiter in a yellow uniform who looked like a bee stepped back.

You can't expect me to help you buy game magazines this month! I said don't buy, don't buy! I will never buy it!

Rosen's 24-hour convenience store has gone backwards.

-Duanmu Dong, you ... ah ... forgot to buy sushi ... Duanmu Dong, go to hell!

Traffic lights.

Shallow summer stopped the car with one foot. The whole person bumped into the faucet because of inertia. The ribs hurt as if they had been hit by a hammer. In the light summer, they were twisted with pain, but no one vented it, because it was their own doing. I can only bite my teeth and curse myself, but I can't curse anyone accurately.

Originally, I was in a good mood from morning to afternoon today, and my chemistry progress was slightly praised by my teacher. Although the progress of this exam was achieved by helping her cheat in winter. However, I am still very satisfied with the shallow summer and the mediocre mentality of contentment.

But in the afternoon, Qingxia's mood became extremely bad.

The reason is that one afternoon in early summer, when I went to the school art interest group to register, I was caught in the winter drought and was taken away without saying anything. No matter how you explain it, it's because there are many handsome guys in the art class, and you want to mix in and waste your time. Then with a straight face, insisted on pulling Sasha away.

As a result, Qingxia died and didn't leave. Two people froze at the entrance of the registration classroom, and more and more people gathered around. There is no one in the dry winter, and there is no concession in the eyes of light summer. However, light summer gradually succumbed because of more and more people gathered around, and finally she could only hate one mouthful blood and turned away angrily.

Shallow summer felt very depressed at that time. Because she knew from an early age that once she was not asked to do anything in winter, the killer weapon that her sister had to work on her brother was completely useless. For example, coquetry, tantrums, tears, tricks and so on. As futile as a breeze blowing through a huge hard rock.

For bright summer, barren winter is rock.

It's been like this since childhood.

But what can I say to make him understand?

How can he know that every time he passes by an art shop, he will have a moment of joy and then depression.

I will know that there are many free afternoon sketches deep in my drawer. Many are empty faces.

None of this actually exists in the eyes of dry winter. In his eyes, the only motivation for Xia Xia to go to the art class is because almost all the boys in the art class are beautiful teenagers.

Nothing to do, careless friends, no ideal, irrationality, blind impulse and opportunism, these comments have always appeared in his evaluation of light summer since the end of winter when he can finally pose as a brother instead of a kid covered in mud.

The grievances in my heart are like the traffic conditions during the rush hour at dusk, blocking every out-of-control blood vessel.

And all this, when I looked up, evaporated in an instant. Just like those dewdrops that condense in the morning, they can't resist the brilliance and heat of the morning sun, and they happily evaporate into the empty air and fly towards the sky.

Bicycles in the middle of winter are pure white.

In summer, I always suddenly shine at the moment, light summer.

Before the intersection, Duanmu Dong parked his bike on the side of the road with one foot on the ground. Tilt your head or be expressionless.

"Why don't you wait for me after school?"

The familiar tone, familiar tone and familiar speaking speed for more than ten years are too calm to recognize emotions.

However, in my eyes, there is still a hint of sadness in my heart. What he is holding is a box of sushi and a box of alcohol cotton balls from Rosen convenience store.

I have a dull pain in my knee.

So the summer sentence "Why should I wait for you" can't be said.

Your eyes are sea green.

Who can walk in?

Duanmu is in winter. Half a tree is shallow in summer.

The setting sun is beating sideways in chaos. Shining vaguely and warmly on their white and blue bicycles. Shadows spread on the hot gray concrete floor.

Sitting on the roadside steps in summer, kneeling in front of him on one leg in winter, wiping off those semi-solidified blood clots with alcohol cotton balls.

Bus rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling and rolling.

Looking at Ye Dong's finger holding a cotton ball, it suddenly occurred to him that Ye Dong must have been a magician in his last life.

The camera rises slowly, over the knees, over the hairy heads of boys and girls, over the bright green canopy and over the buildings in the city.

Overhead is the lonely and beautiful blue sky of eighteen. White clouds are embellishments, the most beautiful embellishments.

Eighteen. It is the best age for both boys and girls.

In such years, they stretch the most dazzling smile and stretch the years smoothly in the embryo of the ocean. The wind that comes and goes freely blows everything into a prayer flag painted with shiny gold paint. And the memory is so long that we all forget that it was as ugly and fragile as a caterpillar before such a beautiful and warm time came. In the long journey of evolution, we almost forgot our destiny of beauty.

Tilting his head is his side face half trapped in the shadow. In the sunshine almost day after day for eighteen years, he gradually grew into such a pair, which can be described with his eyes closed.

Not bad at all.

However, how can we describe the lack of trees in winter is not bad at all?

Such a boy with the same strange surname as himself, his brother.

I remember his cold face from childhood. From kindergarten to primary school, to junior high school, to high school. Xia Xia remembers that all the new students would make strange and surprised noises about their names, just like making a fuss about seeing new animals kept in the zoo.

-What's the name?

-Ah ... that's dad's last name.

-Japanese?

-No ... It's ... it's a compound surname.

This is a shallow summer panic answer.

-What's the name?

-What's strange?

-Japanese surname?

-China compound surname, you'd better go home and learn more Chinese. Don't think you are Japanese just because you see a four-word name.

This is a cold answer in winter.

Impression of shallow summer, as the name suggests, barren winter. A barren winter.

The world is like the ruins after being hit by a meteor. The vast black land is covered with snow. Dry haystacks and branches pierced the snow, exposing withered branches. Buildings and bridges collapsed everywhere. And he stood in the middle of this wilderness, motionless as a sculpture, with snowflakes floating on his shoulders.

This is a scene that shallow summer often dreams about. She once wrote in her diary that she would make this dream into a movie one day, and then invite her brother to make a guest appearance and perform in the subtitles in a friendly way: Winter died.

The barren winter is one year older than the shallow summer. Two people go to the same kindergarten, the same primary school and the same junior high school. Until the second day of Danxia, Huang Dong went directly to high school because he won the first prize in the city mathematics competition. This school is famous in Xia Nian's junior high school and senior high school. Close your eyes and you can see the students from all over Shanghai pouring in here. In my mother's words, it is to sharpen your head and squeeze into a door that is not wide or narrow.

"It's like a war."

Just skip a year.

Time seems to gently shake out a ripple. That year seemed to separate the barren winter from the shallow summer. In the faint summer, I continued to study in the second grade, and in winter, I began to study in the teaching building of high school. There is a big playground in the middle. It is always windy at dusk, and students eat in the canteen. In this dusk, the playground always becomes empty.

In the eyes of shallow summer, mathematics is an incredible thing. And his brother won the first place in Shanghai as easily as opening the door of his yard. In early summer, I often doubted that I was a child who was picked up. It's like irrefutable evidence that the IQ can be so different from my brother's.

Summer of 2002. I like the most suitable and beautiful photos. All the people and things above are very clear. Put the grid in the sun.

That summer, because the first year of senior high school just started school, the schoolwork was rarely and easily, so every afternoon, all the girls in junior high school could see the boy who was the first in mathematics in the city with photos in the school window walking across the playground, coming from the high school called "mysterious country" and sitting on the bench under the camphor tree at the entrance of the teaching building, waiting for the faint summer. Sometimes I turn over a thick Oxford English-Chinese dictionary, and my lips move slightly to recite the entries. Sometimes I close my eyes with headphones, and I look blank and hum songs that I can't hear if I change my mouth slightly.

At first, all the girls were spreading rumors that senior high school students came here to wait for their junior girls to leave school. The rumor didn't stop until Xia Xia tried to explain again and again that it was his own brother. Many girls' attitude towards light summer has also changed from inexplicable hostility at the beginning to flattering attitude.

On the way to school every day in the faint summer, I complain about riding side by side in the barren winter, so I complain about countless nights when I go home. But Xia Xia knew it was useless, because his headphones were full of earth-shattering rock music. Even if you are hoarse, you can't hear a word as long as you don't want to listen.

Until many years later, when I think of such a scene in early summer, I will feel a sudden pain in my heart, as if a knife was suddenly blown out by the wind.

As long as he doesn't want to listen, he can't hear a word.

Girls in junior high school all guessed what melody was in the earphone that summer afternoon. And every day after school, I feel a little feverish when I watch the skillful movements of gently putting my schoolbag on my car in summer.

Just like a deserted movie in youth.

Girls of that age have the most naive ignorance.

Everyone grew up from that era. Until I lost the ability to dream.

In fact, there is no special reason. Just because there is a clear face in winter. Hair and eyebrows are as black as ink. Deadpan, much like a young hero in uniform in a cartoon.

Girls sometimes suddenly become superficial. Those arrogant personalities and persistent tastes will be crushed by handsome guys.

Just like the joke I told when chatting privately with my good sisters in early summer, if someone writes well, sings well, is good at sports and draws well on the piano, he will stand under your windowsill and play guitar for you, but he has the body of a weasel and the face of a pig, shouldn't everyone call him Prince Charming?

All the girls would rather come to the window of the castle, even Prince Charming riding a pig.

So every time he mentioned Qingqia, he said with a half-sarcastic smile, "He is a guy who lives by his face", but he knew in his heart that Duanmu Hongliang was a hero standing on a high wall in his heart.

Ever since I was a kid.

When a person is lying quietly in the corridor and looking at the empty playground at dusk, Xia Xia will think so.

Yedong is a great hero.

The white line drawn by hopscotch in childhood.

Now point to the lonely smiling face

Yedong is a great hero.

When Xia San was 18, four-year-old Huang Dong would tell Xia Xia stories with comic books on the evening when his mother went to work. He can read all the words on it.

Five-year-old summer, six-year-old winter carrying a schoolbag to the first day of primary school. When the back of his new schoolbag disappeared at the exit of the alley, he grabbed the door frame and cried in early summer, and tears fell one by one. She was afraid because for the first time in her life, her brother didn't play with her, as if she had gone to another distant world.

When Shao Xia was seven years old, Shao Xia wore a red scarf, but Huang Dong had three bars tied to his arm. He stood in front of himself and led himself to join the Young Pioneers. That summer, the sun dazzled her eyes. I only remember that the sky was exceptionally clear, without clouds, and the light was shrouded in the dark hair of the barren winter. Through countless lights, I raised my hand over my head in the summer sun and frowned and read the oath of joining the Young Pioneers in the sun. This is the first time that Xia ever thought, is my brother an adult?

In the sixth grade graduation exam, Huang Dong entered the city key middle school with the first place in the school. In the summer of the sixth grade, you can see my brother's name written on the blackboard next to the school playground.

Duanmu is in winter. Followed by the number 400. Chinese, mathematics, natural politics, four full marks.

At the age of sixteen, Duanmu Huangdong became the president of the student union of the school. He is the first person to become the president of the student union in senior one.

And these are well known.

As we all know, winter drought is like this.

Mother also likes to show off this kind of thing in front of all relatives and friends in a careless tone. Whenever this time, in winter, he goes back to his room. He doesn't like such praise, which makes people feel grandiose and pretentious. In summer, he eats potato chips cross-legged on the sofa and watches the new MV of singers on TV.

In the process of showing off, my mother will also scold the idleness of shallow summer by the way. In fact, it's not how bad it is, but that she is unlucky to have such a brother. Therefore, in early summer, every time my mother started nagging, she covered her ears and fled to the room in the cold winter.

When he closed the door, he hit him with a pillow and said, "Show your real ghost to your mother." . Hey! "

What is the real Duanmu winter like?

Or it should not be said that it is the real him, but what it is like to face the bleak summer.

Seeing Duanmu leaning against a tree with his eyes closed in winter, everyone thought he was listening to English listening tapes. Only Xia Xia knew that the voice in his headset was almost shocking.

Only Xia Xia knows that his drawer is full of 100 colored rock CDs.

Only Xia Xia knew that he skipped classes and worked in a video store when he easily got a note from school on the pretext of studying math contest knowledge in college. Because he never asked his mother for money to buy things unrelated to his studies, he bought all his books and CDs by himself. He will also set aside one third of his monthly salary to buy beautiful clothes for Xia Xia, and then tell his mother that he bought them with a scholarship.

And the most let light summer feel a little * * * seeks the taste, even in winter will help you cheat. Because the results of light summer have been at a medium level. If you don't work hard, your grades will approach the red line. And if the report card is too ugly, mom will hit people. The most powerful reason for winter drought in shallow summer is to choose this one. "Mom will hurt when she hits people." Then add a little weak tone and a little coquetry, which is generally helpless in winter.

The one I remember clearly in the light summer is the final exam of grade three. Shallow summer's seat is by the window, so I hide outside the classroom window in winter, and then help light summer to make the papers thrown over. Write one and send it in, and then do the next one. However, when I took the last photo, I was too involved to see the patrol teacher who stood by me for a long time.

Later, because Huang Dong was such an excellent student, the teacher suppressed the knowledge of the whole school and informed parents to come to school. I remember that my mother's face was particularly ugly that day. I didn't say a word on the way home from school. When I got home, I just closed the door and looked back. Head on is a hard slap in the face. This made the light summer black at the moment, and quickly held the wall with his hand before falling. Your mouth tastes salty. It should be blood. Summer shallow thinking, and then suddenly a burst of sadness and fear upwelling, tears crowded in her eyes dare not flow out, afraid of being beaten more severely.

"Mom ..." Huang Dong stretched out his hand and pulled Shao Xia behind him. "Actually, I'm going to help Shao Xia cheat ... I'm afraid her grades are so poor that even I will be laughed at by my classmates."

That night, I sat on the floor of my room in early summer, leaning against the door, tears kept flowing, and then my eyes began to hurt. She opened the door and saw Dongzi kneeling on the floor of the living room through the crack of the door, then the rattan waved by her mother and the dull sound hitting her.

Don't turn on the light in bed in winter. My back is like being hit by a cane, and it hurts like a fire, and it is full of nerve endings. At present, my mother's angry face is just now, and a light summer cry is hiding in the room. After thinking about it, he didn't even know whether it was right or wrong, but the pain in his back was sharp and clear.

Knock on the door.

There were two gentle taps, and then a very, very low call, "Brother ... Are you asleep?"

Meidong quickly rolled over, quickly searched for clothes and trousers, and then opened the door. Shallow summer stood outside the door.

What are you doing? Goodbye.

Naked, looking for clothes.

God, I haven't seen it before. I am still looking for clothes. Didn't we sleep together when we were kids?

In the dark, winter's face soon turns red, but fortunately, it is invisible in the faint summer. He pretended to be serious and lowered his voice to train Xiao Xia. Don't talk nonsense, girls are not ashamed. The tone is my brother's mature and calm, with a little coquetry. But only he knows that his heartbeat missed many beats. The air is the hot air that I exhale, and it is the smell of shower gel that just took a bath in light summer.

Two people sitting on the floor, head back on the bed. Looking at the stars outside the window in summer, it is so dark that it can hardly shine.

-Brother, sometimes I'm so scared of my mother.

-Don't talk nonsense, mom is just a little strict.

I know. But sometimes I feel like her daughter. However, this is not surprising. If it were me ... I should also like a son like you very much. That's why she's so angry today, because you did something to disappoint her, and the reason is … me.

In winter, I turned my head and saw the tears on my face in light summer, which almost covered my whole face. His throat is a little narrow. But I can't find any words of comfort. Some words are piled up on my lips, but I can't find a place to make a sound. I open my mouth like aphasia.

Does it hurt? Shallow summer wiped her tears with the back of her hand and then turned to ask him.

Pain, he nodded. Unconsciously, I turned my hand and touched my back.

Xia Shao's heart was suddenly and quickly stabbed, and then quickly pulled out, leaving nothing but pain. I was about to say something, but I was blocked by Dongzi's next sentence.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief in the dark, but fortunately it wasn't you.

The hot air exhaled in the barren winter is scattered in the darkness. At that moment, the shallow summer felt that the breath of barren winter was so long that the whole world was filled with the hot air he exhaled. She suddenly remembered the plot she had read in the novel before, saying that a person's breath is very long and will soon grow to the moon. But now there is no moon, and the night sky is horribly dark. So the breath of winter is like being sucked away by a black hole outside the window and quickly dissipated in the night.

But fortunately, it's not you.

But you know what? I'd rather hit me.

These words repeatedly collide in the heart of light summer, like restless blood looking for a gap spewing out.

-elder brother, you are like a hero.

-Have a fever? Why do you suddenly say these strange things? In winter, the face turns red quickly in the dark, and the heat is very hot.

-No, it's true. I've felt this way since I was a child. Brother, will you always help me like this?

Mental illness. How can I help you all your life? Then I will help you take the college entrance examination, get married and even have children.

Restored the cold tone. As usual, I like sarcasm and cold water.

-But, if possible?

The room suddenly quieted down. Some bugs are chirping outside the window. I don't know what time it is. It's too late to see the light now. There are only some faint stars that seem to be destroyed, faint in the sky, like mildew accidentally spilled. In winter, she once stood at the school gate and held out her hand, remembering the light summer she picked up when she was studying at night after school. Through the thick night and the empty playground, she pointed to the teaching building in the distance, where countless students bowed their heads and frowned and studied by themselves at night by the faint light. She said softly, Brother, look at those lights. Do they look like jack-o 'lanterns?

Shallow summer stood up slowly, because sitting cross-legged on the ground for too long, her joints were numb, and she reached out and helped the barren winter shoulder. The neckline of wide pajamas shows the collarbone unique to young boys in wild winter, and his hands are cold and cold in light summer, which makes him shudder against his skin.

When she turned and closed the door to leave, she heard Huang Dong's answer to the question, and there was no more. With his back to the room door, he didn't look back, didn't look up, even guessed, and had no expression. He said, if possible, I will help you all my life.

Shallow summer said yes, good night. Then close the door, stand at the door and cry.

Tears pattered on the instep, but there was no sound in my throat.

And behind her, my mother stood in her bedroom, looking at the crying summer through the crack of the door, without speaking.

In the dark, three people don't know each other's expressions.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, there is no beginning or end.

Only the present is the real one's world.

In the dark, it's ridiculous for a mother to look at two children through a door far apart from Yin and Yang. However, she did not feel pity or sadness. On the contrary, the emotion surging in her heart is the darkness she can't believe.