Spring comes quickly.
As Xing Cheng gradually took off his thick down jacket, changed into a thin jacket, slowly put on a long-sleeved sweatshirt, and then changed into a short-sleeved shirt, he occasionally picked up a red pen to draw a circle on the calendar, only then did he realize that it was already April.
The streets are full of yellow-flowered trumpet trees that were just planted in the city.
As his studies entered the countdown sprint stage, Xingcheng went to the hospital less frequently every week. He usually went three times on Mondays, Fridays and Sundays. Before he entered the room, he saw the woman on the hospital bed receiving an IV drip with her eyes closed. Her face was against the pillow, with a photo of Ning Xi underneath it.
It was she who asked Xingcheng to get the photo, and Xingcheng did not refuse.
Xing Cheng always gently pushed the door open and went in, put the things he brought on the bedside table, checked the infusion tube, and then called the doctor over to ask about the situation. After a long time, other patients who were admitted to the ward later thought that Xing Cheng was her son.
Occasionally someone would compliment her. Xing Cheng would lower his eyes and help Ning Xi's mother adjust the height of the backrest. He could clearly feel the woman's shoulders tremble. Xing Cheng didn't say anything, but just smiled and said he would trouble you to help take a look.
Ning Xi's aunt was not stupid either. Seeing how often Xing Cheng ran around, she asked several times, asking indirectly, "Hey boy, are you Ning Xi's classmate or close friend?"
Xing Cheng said nothing. Ning Xi's mother, breathing weakly on the bed, replied, "It's Ning Xi's younger brother."
The aunt was speechless and didn't say a word. Her strange eyes lingered between the two people. She took a few bites of the fruit brought by Xingcheng, then went out to bask in the sun, holding her waist.
Xingcheng occasionally takes Ning Xi's mother out to bask in the sun, and Ning Xi will also make a video call.
Xing Cheng waited for the mother and son to look at each other in silence, then he pointed the camera at himself, walked aside and said, "Brother, Auntie is getting more and more sleepy."
"Well……"
Ning Xi didn't say anything over there, not even a word of thank you.
He felt that these two words were too light.
In the following weeks, Xingcheng participated in several basketball tryouts. The most famous basketball league in the country also came to select talents for their team and took a liking to Xingcheng at first sight. However, Xingcheng's father did not allow his son to pursue a professional career, so he declined.
My family said that if I can't get into college, I should just stay here and study for a junior college. It's impossible to go into sports and live a young life, which is too physically demanding.
As for Beijing, if you can pass the entrance exam, go there. Leave everything to fate and take care of your own performance.
Xing Cheng flipped through the notebook that Ning Xi left for him every day. His grades improved, and his handwriting became better and better. Gradually, he developed some writing skills, and when taking exams, he knew how to write each stroke of the pen. He no longer followed Ren Mei's random scribbles, leaving the whole paper full of red.
There were a few boys in their school team who couldn't hold on and were taken home by their parents. So there were only a few people left. The closer they got to the exam, the calmer they became. The outcome was almost decided, so they stopped struggling.
Xing Cheng injured his elbow due to improper movements during training, but luckily he passed the physical examination and the problem was not serious, so he was able to continue playing while enduring the pain.
Xing Cheng had suffered from bruises and injuries since childhood, so he didn't take this injury seriously. He usually wore an elbow guard and practiced all the necessary postures and fixed points.
Apart from the injury, Xing Cheng has been in a very good mood recently. He would shoot three-pointers to show off even when there were no girls sitting on the sidelines. His teammates whistled and yelled, "Brother Cheng, you've been moving so cool lately!"
The person who was called out didn't care about that. He couldn't hide the smile on his face. The coach hit him with a towel while he ran and yelled back, "What's the matter? I'm happy!"
"Hello, Xingcheng!" The boy playing center received the pass from the point guard, pressed it with his palm, aimed it in the direction of Xingcheng, and made a fast break pass!
“Catch the ball!”
Xing Cheng jumped up from the ground, his jersey was lifted up by the wind, revealing his abdominal muscles. He caught the ball with great impact from the air, lifted it with both arms, hooked the ball back, aimed at the basket and slammed it into the net!
Alley-oop dunk!
"Wow!"
"Brother Cheng is awesome! He beats the NBA!"
The bench erupted in cheers again, with towels and mineral water bottles thrown all over the floor.
Xing Cheng looked at the excited faces of the junior high school students and couldn't help feeling a little proud. He wiped the sweat off his face with a wet towel, but couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.
What do children know!
May.
The physical examination is the day after tomorrow, and this afternoon is the last day of training, so Xing Cheng and Ren Mei volunteered to stay.
When he was about to say goodbye, Xing Cheng suddenly realized that this training ground was not big and was enclosed on all sides, almost suffocating him.
It is hard to imagine that he had endured so many days and nights in such a small place, and had been sweating and bloody.
Xing Cheng looked at the used wristbands scattered on the ground beside the court, the damaged and peeling basketball, the broken air pump, and the few pieces of toilet paper thrown next to the water dispenser.
Together with Ren Mei, he dragged in the big blue trash can outside, filled it up, put the broom against the door, and placed the dustpan neatly.
The entire training ground, together with the playground on campus and the basketball court in the community, constituted a whole of Xingcheng's unbridled running for eighteen years.
Xing Cheng stood on his seat in the training ground, and even saluted the tall basketball hoop with Ren Mei. Then they walked out of the training ground side by side, took out the key to lock the iron gate, and then returned the key to the uncle in the security department.
What he said goodbye to was not just the basketball court, but also his sweat, bravery and "recklessness".
The night before the physical examination, Ning Xi postponed several things and did not go to the library with his roommate to look for information, so he took out his cell phone.
The call was connected, but the sound of the phone ringing on Xingcheng's end was still noisy, and Ning Xi had a hard time hearing it. So the two of them slowed down their conversation and repeated it over and over again, which made Ning Xi laugh: "Have I made myself clear?"
Xing Cheng was drinking water and saying, "Let me go to bed early."
"You have an exam tomorrow, and you're still wasting time." Hearing Xing Cheng still outside, he couldn't help but scold him.
At that time, Ning Xi didn't know that Xing Cheng's cell phone was an old one, and he had to run to the street to get a signal.
Xing Cheng, still wearing his jersey, walked along the small streets near the school at around 8 or 9 in the evening, telling Ning Xi about his basketball record, the games he had participated in recently, which district and which school had the most idiotic people, and which street ball players had their legs weakened when they saw him...
Ning Xi loves to listen to Xing Cheng's stories. Eight out of ten of his sentences don't make sense, but it's just fun. There are always interesting points that attract Ning Xi to listen.
Xingcheng stood at the street corner, watching the May breeze blowing over the younger students who had just finished school and were pedaling their bicycles desperately back home. He raised his hand and touched the treetops, and half of his hand was covered with bright yellow.
"Ning Xi."
Xing Cheng held the phone and spoke in a low voice. It was clearly a boy's voice as loud as Qingyang, but it had a rare depth.
"We have a yellow trumpet tree in front of our house this year. Will you come back to see it?"
The weather was good for the physical examination the next day, which was considered a good start for Xingcheng.
His team leader arrived early, fully equipped, and had to go for registration first, and then take part in the pre-exam training.
Xingcheng glanced into the hall and saw that all the sports students were divided into five groups: basketball, volleyball, football, table tennis, and track and field. Xingcheng and his group were in the first batch.
After measuring the height, I found out that the basketball sequence was not complicated. Xing Cheng had practiced it many times, so he easily completed the back and forth dribbling and shooting, and then the full game.
He was familiar with the whole game as he played in it every day. People from other districts also recognized him on the field. They all treated him as a formidable enemy, but he was relaxed. He tied the wristband that Ning Xi had given him, got a medical certificate, and entered the field.
Everything went smoothly. Xingcheng took advantage of the fast break and played as a small forward, scoring a lot of points. Before the first half was over, he already had the most rebounds and points on the court.
Xing Cheng ran while looking back at the referee who was counting the points. He bit the bandage tightly on his mouth, his head was covered with sweat, and the corners of his eyes were blurred with sweat. His eyes were half closed. He kept feeling that there must be a Ning Xi sitting in the audience.
Xing Cheng dribbled the ball behind his back, quickly cooperated with his unfamiliar teammates in the exam to assist in defense, and positioned himself under the basket and successfully scored another two points!
The moment the referee blew the whistle, Xing Cheng bent down and kissed the wrist guard on his hand.
Xing Cheng injured his elbow. The regulations state that if a candidate has a minor injury, he can only wear one protective gear to enter the venue. Xing Cheng did not hesitate, gritted his teeth and told the coach to report a wrist injury.
Xing Cheng knew very well that in such a high-intensity life-and-death competition, human body movement reached a certain limit and minor injuries were insignificant. What was more important was what enabled him to persist in playing the entire game and winning the victory.
In the afternoon, there was a physical fitness test. After the standing long jump, there were the 100-meter and 800-meter tests. Xing Cheng did a lot of the same training and was not stage-frightened.
Chengdu got hot early and some candidates could not hold on any longer. Other students’ exam situations could be seen on the playground. Looking around, they were all exhausted and out of breath. Coupled with the psychological pressure, their performance was very different from their usual training.
Xing Cheng suddenly felt a little fortunate. Back then, he was much shorter than Ning Xi and was very stubborn. He would jump behind his brother every day to learn how to touch the basket. Ning Xi would always look at him speechlessly and couldn't help but scold him: "Xing Cheng! Don't jump too hard if you can't touch it. You'll sprain your ankle and cry if you fall!"
Jumping has always been Xing Cheng's strong point. He always wins the jump ball before every game and is very proud of it. As soon as he grabs the ball from the air, he subconsciously turns his head to look at Ning Xi who is slowly moving to defend.
At that time, every time Xing Cheng saw Ning Xi coming to defend him with an indifferent expression, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to rush in.
Rushed in fiercely and recklessly.
On the last day of May, Shizhong gave the senior high school students a half-day holiday.
Xingcheng's elbow injury gradually healed, but his performance in the physical exam was so outstanding that it almost affected his ability to hold a pen and write. His mother was so anxious that she almost cried. He felt both regretful and satisfied, because at least he did very well in the physical exam.
After Xing Cheng coaxed his mother, who was crying like a fountain, he went to the bedroom to get a pen and started drawing, emphasizing that he could write and his academic scores were also good, so there would be no problem if he performed normally, and asked his mother to stop crying!
But it seemed that there was no way to coax her, her mother was still crying. Xing Cheng couldn't help but hug her, and then he heard her say intermittently that she was reluctant to let him leave home and go to such a far place, and how hard it would be for him to be alone outside.
Xing Cheng's throat was blocked and uncomfortable, so he had to continue coaxing her, saying that it wasn't just one person, and there was Ning Xi to accompany him.
Unexpectedly, when the mother heard the name "Ning Xi", she shed even more tears and said that Ning Xi's life was too miserable.
Xing Cheng's heart skipped a beat; his brother had already taken his place.
Xingcheng changed into casual clothes at home and went out. It was the same black short-sleeved shirt that he often wore at school last year. The pattern was beautifully burned along the hem with fireworks in the daytime, and the NBA Thunder team's logo was printed on the edge of his basketball shorts. He looked handsome no matter how you looked at him.
The school team had a small gathering on the school rooftop tonight. When he arrived, everyone was signing each other's school uniforms in the playground. Xingcheng's handwriting had improved a lot and he dared to write for others. After signing seven or eight pieces, his wrists were sore.
"Boss, why didn't you bring your school uniform?" Ren Mei bumped into his shoulder.
Xing Cheng smiled: "My school uniform? It's next to Ning Xi's pillow."
"Well, just pretend I didn't ask."
After Ren Mei finished complaining, she handed the pen to Xing Cheng with a smile: "Sign a nice one, classmate."
Xing Cheng took the pen, pinched Ren Mei's back, turned him over, and wrote the two words "Xing Cheng" on his back in a flamboyant manner.
He had just finished writing when the school radio station started playing songs again.
The shouting party was cancelled this year. All the sophomores and freshmen shouted heart-wrenchingly in the classroom. Those who were in their third year and stayed in school and had not returned home were not allowed to throw paper down. Instead, they listened to the shouting in a mess and the director of the Academic Affairs Office rushed out and no one could stop them.
Xing Cheng recalled that at this time last year, he brought a group of brothers and stood in the corridor to cheer for Ning Xi.
Ning Xi, wearing a school uniform as blue as the sky, stood among the flying confetti, looking up at himself. The emotion in his eyes was hard to describe, as if he wanted to see through him and see somewhere farther.
The school radio station seemed to be making trouble that day. It started with a song called "Farewell". Xing Cheng had heard this song many times from the ancient road outside the long pavilion. When the melody started, the originally bustling playground became much quieter. He turned his head and saw that Ren Mei suddenly stopped talking.
Xing Cheng was a little uncomfortable seeing his buddy who usually went out with wind and rain become serious. He tried to comfort Ren Mei: "You usually listen to rock music, but you cry after listening to this song."
It would have been better if Xing Cheng didn't mention the word "cry". As soon as he mentioned it, the tears in Ren Mei's eyes really flowed out. He was so scared that he quickly pulled out a piece of paper to wipe them. He wanted to persuade her, but found that he seemed to be choked and couldn't speak.
At night, they climbed over the wall and carried a few boxes of beer into the campus, and formed a circle on the playground.
The entire school team was drunk. Xingcheng had a good alcohol tolerance. He could hardly stand up even with his hands on his forehead, but he was still conscious.
They ran up to the rooftop, beer in hand, and looked down at the basketball courts from above. If Xing Cheng hadn't been holding them, they would have jumped down.
Xing Cheng held a bottle of dark beer and sat on the rooftop, watching them hugging and crying, shouting slogans for the competition, and then clasping their hands together, pressing them down, and saying "Happy graduation".
In all the 365 days of a year, Xing Cheng was never so reluctant to take off his school uniform as he was on that day, as if the blue color was his protective color, guarding his youth and vigor. If he took it out of the cupboard one year, it would still carry with it the sweet scent of magnolia flowers on the playground.
Graduation is a ceremony for some people, but for others it is just a waving goodbye. It depends on whether they are saying goodbye to high school life or youth.
Xing Cheng couldn't explain, nor could he fully recount how dependent he had been on the school and Ning Xi over the years.
It seemed that his departure meant he bid farewell to those years forever.
Several brothers were chatting and joking around. One of them seemed to have remembered something and reached out to touch Xing Cheng: "Brother Cheng, do you still remember the fight we had on Yulin Road last year? You said you had a crush on someone. How are you doing now?"
The people nearby became interested and started to make a noise: "Who is it? Brother Cheng!"
"Is it the one in Beijing? The one with the girl who is three years older than me and holds a gold brick?"
Xing Cheng drank all the remaining dark beer, shook his head and said nothing.
Maybe he drank too much, Xing Cheng looked at the wine in his hand and felt a dizzy sense of happiness, but his mind was very clear and he knew exactly what he was thinking.
Xing Cheng recalled that at the beginning of this semester, on the night Ning Xi was leaving, he also brought some wine to Ning Xi's bedroom.
He said, "Brother, let's drink more tonight, and whoever wakes up first will leave first tomorrow."
Ning Xi reached out and clenched the beer can, shook his head, and said he wanted to sober up.
But Xingcheng was now certain that the feeling of happiness caused by dizziness was not fake, but real.
"When filling out the college entrance examination paper, write your name more beautifully."
Ning Xi held the phone and emphasized to him over and over again: "Don't make a mistake in writing your test number. Bring your notes for filling in the machine-readable card. Go to bed early at night and leave an hour earlier. Traffic is very congested these days."
Xing Cheng was a little nervous after hearing what he said. He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Don't worry."
Xing Cheng didn't dare eat too much at night and drank a few cups of warm water. This was the last day, and his father returned his cell phone to him. The signal was strong and he could even hear Ning Xi's breathing. Xing Cheng was reluctant to hang up the phone, so he chatted with Ning Xi in a random manner.
Ning Xi frowned and said, "We have Chinese class tomorrow morning, don't you plan to read a book?"
Xing Cheng deliberately provoked him: "I have memorized everything. You have to talk to me for a while, otherwise I will have no motivation tomorrow morning. What if I fail the test?"
"Don't curse yourself," Ning Xi wanted to punch him through the phone screen, "Let's chat for half an hour, then wash up and go to bed."
"Brother, were you also very nervous during the exam?" Xing Cheng felt that he was abnormally nervous.
"not nervous."
Ning Xi confessed honestly and thought for a while with his head tilted.
The summer breeze in Beijing made him feel very comfortable.
He changed his posture on the balcony and said in a deep voice: "After all, I have already experienced the college entrance examination once, so my mentality is pretty good. But that day when I came out of the examination room, I saw you standing in the middle of a group of parents waiting for me... I admit that at that time, I was very nervous."
Ning Xi spoke very slowly.
"I'm afraid I won't do well on the test and I'm afraid you'll be sad."
"I hope that I will always be number one in your heart."
Xing Cheng remained silent. It was rare for Ning Xi to be able to speak so long in one breath. After being with Xing Cheng, he had more ways to express his inner thoughts.
"But that day, when I rushed over and saw you, I wasn't nervous anymore, and it felt like nothing mattered."
Xing Cheng hummed softly, and repeated Ning Xi's words with a smile: "See me."
In fact, on the day he opened the letter, on the train heading north, Ning Xi leaned against the window and used only one hand to read the letter written by Xing Cheng.
Because he always felt that Xing Cheng was holding his other hand.
The entire letter consisted of several hundred words. Ning Xi spent three or four hours reading it, turning over and over, tossing and turning.
The younger brother downstairs who grew up following him is a gift from God, and he is also grateful for life.
Ning Xi had been smelling the fir and pine scent on Xing Cheng for half of the winter vacation. Now that she has left Chengdu, her body is still full of his scent.
Until many years later, whenever they were separated for a little longer for various reasons, Ning Xi was in the habit of bringing a bottle of Xingcheng's favorite perfume, packing it into a sample, applying it on his wrist, letting it linger around his nose and remain in his mind.
The college entrance examination venue is located in the main campus of Shizhong. They are very familiar with the classrooms because the school is the best liberal arts high school in the city. The situation at the school gate is the same as in previous years, with many media reporters from TV stations blocking the way. With the development of new media, many online media also come to interview with their mobile phones.
Xing Cheng didn't ask his parents to send him off. He went to bed at nine in the evening and got up at six in the morning. It wasn't far to walk there. He carried a bag and wore a blue short-sleeved shirt, and looked like a student passing by.
Xing Cheng looked calm, but he was actually very nervous inside. He opened his schoolbag again and again to make sure he had all his stationery and documents, and then went to the school gate to find his classmates who were taking the exam.
Although Ren Mei was a poor student, she still showed the momentum to take the 985211 exam. She said that her grades were poor, but she could not lose in momentum.
As soon as the red line at the door was untied by the staff responsible for supervising the examination room, a crowd of people surged and Xing Cheng followed in.
At 12:30 noon, Xing Cheng, carrying his bag, slowly followed the crowd out. He got a bottle of Coke from the shop at the school gate and drank it while walking.
The cool taste in his throat made him feel much clearer.
I was as relaxed as if I had finished training and made up for the missed class one afternoon and was rushing home under the scorching sun.
According to Xingcheng's original personality, he would definitely throw away the books of each subject after taking the exam. However, his parents were surprised to find that after the Chinese exam, this child put all the books in boxes and sealed them away, and was reluctant to throw away any of them.
Xing Cheng knew what his parents were thinking, and silently tied up the box with tape. There were a lot of things in it that he and Ning Xi had written when they were reciting lessons together. It was a mess with all kinds of things. How could he let his parents see it?
Xing Cheng didn't bring his cell phone when he went out for the exam. When he got home and picked up his cell phone, he saw Ning Xi's text messages popping up one after another. They said all kinds of things and he was even more nervous than himself.
The afternoon subjects were still tough. As the temperature rose, it was inevitable to feel drowsy. Xing Cheng finished the paper in one breath, then closed the pen cap, sheathed his sword, and felt full of confidence.
It was not until the afternoon of June 8th, when Xing Cheng came out of the exam and looked at the huge crowd at the school gate, that he finally relaxed his tense nerves.
There were no cheers from the candidates, no celebrations in groups, no one crying, everything seemed overly calm, as if it was just an ordinary afternoon.
"Go!"
Ren Mei, who had been looking for him outside the examination room for a long time, called Xing Cheng over and asked him how the exam went without saying anything rude: "Do you have any plans tonight?"
Xing Cheng had been extremely nervous for two days. He felt tired and sleepy when he relaxed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I have to go home first. Can I rest for a few days before we meet again?"
"Okay, there's still the graduation ceremony, we'll be waiting for you then!"
Xing Cheng was happy: "You guys are just thinking about getting me drunk, right?"
"If not you, who should I get drunk? I won't be able to find anyone to drink with when I go to Beijing!" Ren Mei left a provocative remark, wiped the smear with her shoe and ran away. She seemed to be in a good mood.
After I started working, I wouldn't drink as freely as I did with my buddies in school. I value friendship and righteousness, so I generally wouldn't turn down such activities.
It's just that when he's drunk he always thinks about his brother, so his emotions are bound to fluctuate.
Xing Cheng looked around the road and saw that his car was not parked, so he walked home in silence.
The sun in Chengdu is still hot, shining golden light through the treetops, casting a few silhouettes, and after the summer breeze, it looks like a person's shadow.
A shadow that is thousands of miles away...and yet seems just around the corner.
On the afternoon when Xing Cheng took the college entrance examination, at the most familiar school gate and on the most familiar street stood the person he was most familiar with.
The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with fair complexion, thin and narrow double eyelids, a small mole on the tip of his nose, and his expression was still too cool. He looked over here, and his expression was slightly more light.
That day, Ning Xi wore a white short-sleeved shirt and held two bottles of pomegranate soda in his hands, standing across the street from the examination room. He watched Xing Cheng walk steadily across the street, facing the light...
Many years later, when Ning Xi recalled that afternoon, it still seemed like it happened just yesterday.
On the way home that day, Xing Cheng lowered his head and called him, his voice very hoarse: "Ning Xi."
Ning Xi said "hmm", and then Xing Cheng asked, "How long did it take to fly?"
Ning Xi said: "Two and a half hours."
Xing Cheng remained silent. He did not ask where the money came from. He just reached out to hold Ning Xi's hand.
He asked again: "You said before that it takes two and a half hours to fly by plane. How far is that? Do you still think it's far now?"
Ning Xi stopped, turned around and said, "It's not far."
In fact, it’s not far away.
Later, during this long summer vacation, they took a lot of photos together in the city, rode their bikes to Binjiang East Road many times, bought bottle after bottle of soda at the school gate, kept making layups, running and shouting, eager to stay for these three years.
But many things can only stay at that time.
So when the admission letters from Beijing Sport University came in mid-July, Xing Cheng and Ning Xi wanted to buy tickets in advance. They did not use the money their parents gave them for the plane ticket, but instead bought railway tickets, saying they wanted to go slowly.
Then slowly look at the scenery along the way.
The two schools are not in the same district. Xing Cheng was pinched on the face by Ning Xi and laughed. They are still so far apart!
Having said that, on the night when the college entrance examination ended, Xing Cheng didn’t feel tired at all. He ran downstairs, holding Ning Xi’s hand, ran across several streets, and rushed to the bank of Funan River. He looked so happy that he was about to jump into the river.
The street lights flickered, as if focusing the attention on them again.
Ning Xi heard Xing Cheng say, "In fact, for so many years, I have been chasing after you, trying to make up for the three-year gap. Now, I have caught up a little."
Ning Xi looked at the two figures reflected under the street light, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt relieved from nowhere: "If I turned around, wouldn't you have been killed?"
Xing Cheng raised his voice: "That's fine, I'm happy with it."
The two of them strolled around and enjoyed the breeze until the early morning, then set out on their way home.
The scenery along the way remains the same, and the people around me remain the same.
It seemed as if time had only stolen the pile of test papers, rather than the two young men as bright as stars.
Xing Cheng suddenly remembered the memo that Ning Xi deleted that year.
Ning Xi, as if he had a telepathic connection with her, took out his cell phone and showed it to him.
He whispered, "Actually, after I left last year, I remembered a lot about you. I remember it very clearly."
Even though he is a person who would forget to eat dinner.
"There are too many things that I can't keep. I'm nostalgic and I'm moving on."
Ning Xi continued, "But I am the only one who can't wait for the future life."
A summer night breeze blew, and a leaf fell on the shoulder of a walking horse.
He lowered his head and looked at Ning Xi's phone.
Now everything on Ning Xi’s memo is new.

About Xingcheng:
I don't like to talk, but I like to talk to him (even nonsense)
He will control his temper, praise him.
It was raining and he didn't have an umbrella, so he came to rub my lips.
A glass of milk every day makes Chinese people strong! (He is so stupid)
The present for my 21st birthday was a walking courier.

In the last few sentences, the pronoun referring to Xingcheng changed from "he" to "you".

The ball went in, and you also looked into me.
You can't fight for others.
The summer breeze in May comes from the north to the south, hugs me and then embraces you.
You always say that you want to grow up, but in fact, I hope you will always be that kind and brave big boy.
With you, I grow up stumbling and falling, and I also have to grow old slowly.

Xing Cheng saw the last one and read it out in a low voice: "Growing up with you, stumbling along, and growing old with you, dragging your feet."
“I have read it.”
After saying that, Xing Cheng moved closer, opened his arms, and seemed to be trying to hold back something in his eyes.
In the corridor of the apartment building, on the stairs where they had left more than ten years of memories, Xing Cheng repeated, "I have read it."
As long as they are on the same path, their efforts have nothing to do with distance.
I just want to be carefree and lawless.
When he was a child, his little brother, who ran around the neighborhood with toy airplanes and toy guns every day, was often in sharp contrast to Ning Xi, who often lay in front of the window doing homework. When Ning Xi grew up, he found it funny. They looked like people from two different worlds, but he didn't know how they ended up together.
More than ten years seem so long and so short.
Year after year, the flowers in the courtyard and on the buildings bloom and fade, spring goes and autumn comes, children are replaced one after another, and the school uniforms of Shizhong also change colors and logos. However, for Ning Xi and Xing Cheng, no matter how much the world changes, as long as the flowers are still blooming and people are still there, there is always hope and expectation in life.
If time could go back and youth could come back again, the one who carries water for the senior high school students every day, climbs over the wall, and fights over ball games would still be Xing Cheng, and the one who writes memos and makes money by tutoring would still be Ning Xi.
Their paper money loves, piece by piece, are treasured and folded, and hidden in the pockets of time.
Some things only happen once in your life and can only be done in school.
In the following years, Xing Cheng recalled the ups and downs he had experienced in the stone, the battles, the shouting training, and every concrete floor he had fallen on, every desk he had dozed off on, and every profile of Ning Xi he had observed...
I always want to say, long live youth, no regrets in three years.
He and Ning Xi have no regrets in this life.
In fact, after returning to Beijing during the winter vacation, Ning Xi also wrote a letter back to Xing Cheng, which was sent directly by express delivery, and included one of his short-sleeved shirts, which was the one Xing Cheng later wore for the college entrance examination.
The letter was short, just a few lines.

Travel:
Do you know what it means to love someone and love his dog?
It's because of you.
So, I saw myself.

Although there are only a few words, they are enough to express everything he has.
Just as Xing Cheng wrote in his letter, the number of time is rigid and only the length of life can be measured.
Ning Xi couldn’t describe clearly what the so-called “important” feeling was, but she just felt that when Xing Cheng was playing basketball on the court, the weather seemed to be much clearer.
Now he can explain it clearly.
The time is too long to describe, so everything can be summarized with just the names of two people.
Class 23 of Senior High School: Xing Cheng, and Class 34 of Senior High School: Ning Xi.
Goodbye.