The lonely wandering cloud kisses the surface of the sea and then disappears.
I didn’t know that I would meet someone later who would comfort me throughout my youth.
Just meeting you has already amazed the rest of my life.

Waiting is a very boring process. But because it is Jiang Huainan, waiting becomes full of expectations.
Xia Chan waited for him near the Tonghua Road bus stop on the way to school every day. Sometimes she used the excuse that her bicycle chain was broken, and sometimes she deliberately walked in the morning when she was busy, just to get a seat on the back seat of Jiang Huainan's car. Jiang Huainan always said that she was stupid and didn't want to care about her, but in the end he would still take her for a ride.
Xia Chan was always happy when her little thoughts came true.
After the fourth class on Friday, the radio announced that all students must wear the school badge when the national flag is raised next Monday, saying that leaders from the province are coming to inspect. After lunch, Xia Chan returned to the classroom and began to search for the school badge on the table.
From the pages of books to the gaps in drawers, the school badge seemed to have disappeared. She remembered that she had put it in her pencil case and never moved it, but she didn't know why she couldn't find it.
"What are you looking for?"
Monet had just returned to the classroom after playing basketball. He lowered his head, his eyes unusually bright, and approached Xia Chan to express his concern.
Xia Chan was too lazy to pay attention to him. She put her homework books and textbooks in order, then squatted down and searched the ground around her carefully.
Monet propped himself up and sat on the table next to him, tilted his head and looked at Xia Chan, and asked with unusual confidence: "Are you looking for it?"
Xia Chan looked up in annoyance and saw the school badge in his hand. Her eyebrows sank and she stood up and tried to grab it. Monet raised his hands and dodged left and right, but refused to give it to her.
Xia Chan gave up, looked at Monet without blinking, and asked, "What do you want?"
Monet also looked at her, his expression unchanged, with a smile on his lips: "I don't want to do anything."
Xia Chan took a deep breath and compromised with a sigh: "Where did you get the school badge? I don't believe you said you picked it up."
"Of course I didn't pick it up. I'm not the kind of person who picks up random things. Besides, if I'm going to pick something up, I'll pick up something valuable." Monet threw the school badge into the air provocatively, and quickly picked it up with his hand. He approached her with a playful smile, "I took it."
Xia Chan stared at him like a thief.
Monet met her gaze and said very naturally, "You're a scoundrel, right? I know."
His tone of being proud of it instead of being ashamed made it impossible to refute him. Xia Chan always felt that she had seen many shameless people, but this was the first time she had met someone so shameless. He could always easily irritate her.
Trying to calm down the anger in her heart, she calmly thought about what had happened before and after, and was determined not to bother with him. It was just a chance encounter, it was not worth getting angry about, and there was no need to get too involved.
"Thank you very much for what happened at the bar." She held out her hand in a conciliatory gesture.
"You're welcome." Monet nodded and patted her palm cheerfully.
"Give me back the school badge." Xia Chan smiled faintly.
" Okay , just answer me one question." Monet stood up straight with his hands on the table.
Xia Chan was half a head shorter than him. The masculine air lingered around her, and she turned her face away embarrassedly.
He looked down at her and squinted his eyes and smiled: "Who is the person who goes to and from school with you every day?"
Xia Chan looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion.
Monet leaned forward slightly, put his lips close to her ear, and called softly in a gentle and seductive voice: "Asha."
Xia Chan frowned unhappily, thinking that Ella was in the next school and it was not convenient for her to go there, and Jiang Huainan was the one she spent the most time with every day. Why did he ask about Jiang Huainan?
The hot air he exhaled sprayed on Xia Chan's earlobes and neck. At such a close distance, there was a suppressed sense of ambiguity, and Xia Chan's white neck was stained red.
Seeing that she was actually shy, Monet supported her shoulders with both hands and asked with a smile: "Is he yours? Do you like him?"
Xia Chan's cheeks quickly burned up, she pushed her hands up and slapped his hands away, saying angrily: "He is my friend, don't talk nonsense."
She could remain indifferent to the previous words, but the last sentence, which directly revealed the secret hidden in her heart by an irrelevant person, was like a heavy hammer in her heart.
Monet was a little surprised by her reaction. He ruffled Xia Chan's hair and comforted her with a smile: "Don't be angry, I'm just asking."
Xia Chan waved his hand away.
After a long argument, Monet decided not to return the school badge.
Xia Chan was angry. When the first bell of the afternoon class rang, she turned around and warned him: "If you don't return it to me today, I won't let you go!"
Monet said, "Come find me if you don't let me go." Then he skipped class.
Then, a text message from an unfamiliar number popped up on Xia Chan's mobile phone screen: No. 78, Ziwei North Road, Times Square, Tianxing District.
She didn't understand how Monet got her phone number. She couldn't get through when she called him, and her reply of "no" fell on deaf ears. Halfway through the English class, Xia Chan held a pen in her right hand and frequently used her left hand to light up the screen of her phone, which was placed behind the book.
I hope to disappear little by little amidst the turning of pages and the sound of lectures.
She was not a rebellious student who liked to fight, make trouble, skip classes, etc. Although most of the time she liked to be in a daze in class, pretending to be attentive.
Compared to the top students and those who spend their days in chaos, she is more like a fish in the middle warm water zone. She follows the rules in her own world and spends all her free time thinking about a person named Jiang Huainan. Sometimes she writes in her diary, sometimes she draws randomly, and more often she waits for the bell to end the get out of class or looks at the playground outside the window.
Opposite the window is the science building. There is a basketball court between the liberal arts building and the science building. Tall and straight camphor trees stand in a circle. There is a row of stone benches under the trees for people to rest. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and casts large and small spots of light on the ground. There, Jiang Huainan occasionally appears.
After thinking for a long time, Xia Chan decided to take a risk and go settle the score with Monet.
It was easy to leave the classroom. Xia Chan pretended to have a stomachache and went to buy medicine and slipped out. However, her palms were sweaty when she lied. The teacher trusted her and approved her directly.
Unable to leave through the school gate, Xia Chan thought of the wall behind the boys' dormitory, which was the entrance and exit that online game players often used to go to Internet cafes to spend the night. Although the location was a bit awkward and very close to the public toilet, she didn't care.
There was a distance from the teaching building to the boys' dormitory, but Xia Chan walked there calmly. Since it was class time, the whole dormitory building was very quiet, and when she walked around the back of the building, it was difficult for sunlight to shine in.
Outside the wall are old residential buildings and an alley. Most of the wall paint has fallen off, revealing an earthy gray color. Large pieces of ivy hang on it, and the stems cover two-thirds of the wall. The suction cups on the tendrils cling to the wall like a gecko's feet. The dead old vines and the new branches are intertwined. The peak season has passed, and some of the leaves have begun to turn yellow.
There was an obvious foothold on the wall to climb over, which seemed to be caused by many tramplings. Xia Chan climbed up with almost no effort. She supported herself on a brick with one hand and was about to jump. When she turned sideways, she met a pair of horrified eyes.
Next to her was the men's public restroom. To avoid strong odors, there were ventilation windows above the toilet. She hadn't noticed it from below before, but now that she was standing up high, she realized that she could see the last few squatting positions clearly from this position.
A fat boy with a bowl-shaped haircut was hurriedly pulling up his pants, staring at her with frightened eyes as if she were an alien.
"You, you...I, I..." The boy seemed tongue-tied.
"Sorry." Xia Chan apologized in a low voice without even looking up, leaving the boy in shock, and then quickly jumped down from the wall.
There was a tingling sensation in her ankle, and the pain spread up. Xia Chan squatted down and rubbed her ankle, then came to her senses and looked at the high wall behind her, with a hint of resentment in her eyes.
As expected, once I got involved with Monet, even my luck turned bad.
Xia Chan looked at the address on her phone again, walked out of the alley, and took a bus to Times Square. She was not familiar with the area, and the navigation on her phone showed that there was only one alley at No. 78 Ziwei North Road.
There are many such old alleys in S City that have not been demolished. They are of different widths and are distributed in every corner of the city, like scars that are inconsistent with modern construction. Xia Chan couldn't figure out why Monet came to such a place. From the information she knew about him, he didn't look like someone who lived here.
The alley was deep and quiet, with numbers on every door. Perhaps it was lunchtime, no one was outside, and occasionally a few dogs could be heard barking. She looked for a while and then walked inside. After walking for a while, she heard someone singing an opera, the sound of which was very interesting.
The door of the destination was unexpectedly open. Xia Chan walked in and found that it was a main room. The house was decorated in an antique style, but it seemed a bit empty. The stairs on the left led directly to the underground. Loud voices were heard, and the voices looked very familiar.
Xia Chan walked down the stairs and saw Monet holding his phone and laughing. He was a little surprised to see Xia Chan, and hurriedly hung up the phone: "Let's talk next time, hanging up!"
Monet ran to her, bent down and looked at her seriously, and asked in surprise: "Axia?"
Xia Chan frowned. She didn't want to hear others call her like that.
Monet turned around, moved a lemon yellow round stool from the corner and placed it in front of her: "Sit down first."
Then he went to open the door of the small refrigerator: "There are coffee, cola, and mineral water. What do you want to drink?"
"I'm not thirsty."
Xia Chan was a little surprised by his politeness. She sat down and found that this was actually a converted underground music studio. The place was spacious but messy. There were various musical instruments placed around the area of ​​dozens of square meters. The walls were covered with photos, the wooden floor was covered with carpets, and clothes were piled messily on the lazy sofa.
The glass window opposite was large and bright. There was a desk by the window with a computer on. On it were scattered books, unopened instant noodles, crooked ornaments, and messy A4 papers. There was an acoustic guitar standing upright under the window, and a row of green plants, with a few pots of pink flowers.
"Let me tell you a joke that makes me laugh to death!" Monet came over with two cans of coffee, opened one and handed it to her.
Monet raised his head and took a sip of coffee, then said with a smile, "My buddy just told me that he met a weird classmate today, who almost scared him to the point of incontinence. Guess what? He went to the men's restroom to relieve himself, and before he could pull up his pants, he looked up and saw a girl on the wall looking at him. Hahaha!"
Xia Chan spat out half of her coffee with a puff, and the rest got stuck in her throat, unable to get it in or out, and she started coughing desperately. Monet hurriedly stood up to pass her paper and smooth her back.
He said in annoyance: "You don't have to make such a big fuss."
Xia Chan's face turned red from holding it in, and it took her a long time to catch her breath. Her expression was as if she had eaten a fly.
He looked at her strangely as if he had thought of something: "By the way, you also climbed the wall today, will you..."
"No." Xia Chan couldn't help but raise her voice.
Monet looked at her in disbelief.
Xia Chan stood up, raised her chin, and spread her hands: "I came to see you. Where is the school badge?"
Unexpectedly, he used the same trick again, with a smug look on his face, standing in front of her, pointing at the guitar by the window, and changing the subject: "Since you are here, listen to me sing a song."
"Since we are here, we might as well go to this attraction." "Since we are here, even if it is expensive, we can try something new." The bandit logic of "Since we are here, we are here" can be used to provide psychological comfort when you are being ripped off while traveling.
Monet implemented it very well here, and he was sure that she would not refuse.
Monet ignored Xia Chan's sharp gaze, picked up his guitar, and walked to the microphone. He stared at her with a flamboyant and arrogant expression, leaned over and smiled at the microphone: "My favorite rock song, I Want to Hold Your Hand by the Beatles, dedicated to the beautiful Miss Xia in the audience."

I'll tell you something
I want to tell you something
I think you'll understand
I think you will understand
When I say that something
When I tell you
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
…

He looked at Xia Chan with his dark eyes, a naughty smile on his face, and a hint of tenderness between his thick eyebrows. The music was brisk and joyful, his voice was rich and full of magnetism, and his shiny black hair rose and fell with the movement of his body.
He was completely different when singing than his usual self. There was a kind of freedom and arrogance that came from the bottom of his heart. He was deadly handsome. He seemed to have an invisible magnetic field that attracted people, making Xia Chan think he was extremely cool.
After the song was over, Monet put down his guitar, strode over to Xia Chan, and asked, "How did I sing?"
The collar of his shirt was slightly open because of the effort just now. From Xia Chan's angle, she could see a thin layer of sweat on his beautiful collarbone.
"I sang very well," she admitted honestly.
Hearing her affirmation, Monet smiled happily, with the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously: "This is an old house of my father, empty and no one lives there, so I spruced it up and started making music. Don't think that there is no one here now, it may be the cradle of a famous rock band in the future."
Xia Chan said "Oh", not wanting to disappoint him, and forced out a perfunctory smile.
Monet then offered to go back to school together for the last class, and the school badge was returned to her.
In fact, this was a wrong decision.
The "cold-faced devil" math teacher was originally holding a set square and explaining a geometric analysis problem, but was interrupted by two reports. He stretched his neck and pointed at Xia Chan and Monet, wishing he could eat them up: "You dare to come back after skipping class! Get out!"
The two of them stood in the corridor tactfully. Monet nudged her with his arm and said in a joyful voice, "Axia, let's stand together."
"Don't call me Axia." Xia Chan leaned against the pillar tiredly .
Monet smacked his lips, thinking that this was her first time to skip class and stand in the corner, and it was caused by him, so she couldn't help feeling unhappy. He leaned on the railing, looking at the blue sky in the distance, and said, "Sorry, I got you into trouble."
Monet sighed, Xia Chan's heart tightened, and she responded to him with a faint "hmm".
"But I don't regret it," he said with a smile.
Xia Chan simply closed her eyes.
After closing my eyes, the world became much quieter. The only sound I could hear was the sound of my breathing, which made the surroundings seem extremely quiet.
Seeing that she was annoyed, Monet stopped talking, leaned against the railing, and looked at her profile with a smile.
There were footsteps coming up the stairs, steady and powerful, hitting people's hearts again and again. Xia Chan opened her eyes listlessly, and when she saw the person coming, a look of surprise and panic froze on her face.
"I have something to say." Jiang Huainan walked in front of her with a gloomy face, took her hand and motioned her to follow him.
"Jiang Huainan, I have something to do now." Xia Chan was a little anxious.
"What's the matter? Skipping class? Standing in the corner?" Jiang Huainan's tone was filled with disappointment, and he glanced at her side with hostility. "Ella looked for you this afternoon but you weren't there. She called me and I was confused. When I asked you, your teacher said you didn't attend class, and I made up a reason for you to ask for leave. I thought something happened to you." He retracted his gaze and said, "Did I disturb your date?"
Jiang Huainan's face was a little serious . Seeing that he was angry, Xia Chan anxiously pulled his sleeve and pulled him away: "Okay, I'll explain it to you clearly."
Watching them leave, Monet whistled and laughed meaningfully. Jiang Huainan looked back at him with disgust, and Monet shrugged indifferently.
Until the two of them disappeared together in the stairwell, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and a deep loneliness appeared on his face.
He was alone again. He smiled bitterly, took out his cell phone, put on his earphones, turned up the volume to the maximum, then leaned against the pillar Xia Chan had leaned against and closed his eyes.
The wind blows and the world becomes silent.