Test Wake up

One / early morning It was an ordinary morning when he was 17 years old. He woke up in the breath of rain and leaves, walked to the window in a daze, and opened the curtain, lowered his head to look at the layers of leaves, the sunlight shining on each leaf is almost transparent, and the line of sight can be seen. Passing through the gap of the glowing diamond between the leaves, it fell onto a ramp. It was a long slope, and it was full of fallen leaves in autumn. They passed by day by day, and their sense of existence was almost zero in their memory, which seemed familiar and unfamiliar. There was a person standing under the tree. When he looked down, he could only see the spin on top of his head and the feet that left the pedals of the bicycle. The man suddenly raised his face, hesitantly looking for the line of sight that seemed to be staring at him from somewhere. In the summer, the green trees in City S are like forests; he can find him among the leaves hiding each other, but he can't. He retracted his gaze and drew the curtains. Finally woke up. Every morning, he has to stare for a while to get back to his senses. He lives in an old double-story building. A balcony can be seen at the corner of the stairs, located on the mezzanine between the first and second floors. There was a man in a black vest with his back to him, sitting on the balcony floor smoking a cigarette. The smoke curled up and was as silent as the back. He said hello. "I'm going to school." The person called the eldest brother raised his hand holding the cigarette and swayed. His back was still calm and steady. He rode his bike side by side. When he just woke up unconscious, he stopped outside the courtyard wall and waited for him. The person upstairs often wakes up very late, so he has to help that person carry some buns. The man squeezed the handlebar with both hands, rushed down the slope, and ate the bun while holding the handlebar with one hand, and rode on the flat road. To get to the school, you only need to go through a long straight road, turn left, turn left, and ride a little bit, and you will be there. The way home is the same, I feel comfortable at that time and occasionally go for a drive. Buy two cans of soda and stop by the second-hand bookstore. He remembered it clearly. One day, the man's car had a flat tire, and the two of them strolled home together. When going up the slope, the man sweated profusely and said that he had never felt that the journey home was so long. The man walked for twenty minutes, his house was farther away, and he walked for half an hour. Without that day, no one would have noticed that this road was so difficult to walk. We grew up together, and now it is difficult to separate. Once separated, you will feel the difficulty of walking alone hundreds of times and thousands of times. It's too difficult. Therefore, I can only wait for him every day. He thinks. Just accustomed to being a company. They were in the second year of high school when they were 17 years old. He would no longer pass a note to him across most of the classroom, and he no longer slammed his kneecap abruptly. But the smell of gunpowder in the college entrance examination is still far away. Feeling like being under house arrest, enjoying some kind of half-hearted grace-like freedom. Their grades were not bad and they were not forced to go back to school to study at night. So after the evening, there is a lot of good time. The day is too long to fall In the future, it was too short. At that time, there was a small hill near the school, and a decent sign called a park was hung at the foot of the hill. In fact, it was still deserted. They pedaled frantically along the way up the mountain, and when they couldn't step on the narrow road, they slowly pushed the car up. The mountain is so short that it can reach the top in one fell swoop. The person who was always waiting was not dirty, and lay down with a plop: Wow, Aqua, that's so cool. I am so happy. Tomorrow you can buy your own breakfast and see if you are lucky or not. He sat down beside him. The people who lie down are screaming, don't let me sleep a little longer, you live close to the breakfast stall, how convenient it is. Move forward, don't sit in the ant nest. F**k off. The man lay with his eyes closed for a long time until he thought he was asleep. Looking at the building in the distance in a daze, someone slapped him on the shoulder unexpectedly, and that person stood up early. Aqua, let's find time to climb the mountain, just take the X mountain, bring a tent, and spend the night halfway up the mountain and climb to the top before sunrise. Or go to a far point, Y Mountain, which is higher, but there is a cable car. I still want to go to that or something... He suggested in a mess, and he echoed it one by one. At that time they were all still young, so young that they did not realize their youth, and they filled their heads with fantasy. Life is fantasy except for reality, and fantasy is called ideal when it is conceived formally.  There is nothing else. other. It is easy for them to believe in this world; they believe that there is nothing but the world under their feet. Until they start dreaming.