As long as Yan Jia can remember, she knew that she was different from other children. We are all parents who eat together, sleep together and go to the playground together. The family is harmonious and smiling. But there is only a mother in Yan Jia's world, and she has never seen what her father looks like.

Once, I had a red-faced quarrel with a little boy in kindergarten over an eraser. The other party called Yan Jia a wild child without a father, so Yan Jia jumped on him and bit his arm with a big tooth mark, regardless of whether he could beat others.

When the teacher came, Yan Jia's eyes were full of blood, and he kept biting his mouth, and his mouth smelled of blood.

Yan Jia stood at the door of the classroom, wondering what the teacher said to her mother. A few minutes later, her mother took Yan Jia home.

Yan Jia followed her mother's ass and bit her lip. From beginning to end, she didn't shed a tear. She never asked her mother if she had a father or where he was, and she was afraid to ask.

Several neighbors asked me before, but my mother didn't answer. She just got home, turned her back and secretly wiped her tears.

As sensible as Yan, she learned to read at the age of six, say what her mother likes to hear and do things that make her happy.

Only this time, but mom didn't say any scolding. That night, she saw her mother talking to herself with a photo in her room and crying. She doesn't know what happened to her mother or what to do.

After that, the children in the yard screamed at the sight of Yan Jia, but when Yan Jia approached, they all ran away, for fear that Yan Jia would pounce and bite someone's arm out of a row of teeth marks.

Nobody plays with Yan Jia. She always plays with mud and building blocks in that pile of soil alone.

She is like an isolated ostrich, lonely and stubborn.

She thought that even one person could spell out a castle. In this castle she spelled out, she is an irreplaceable proud princess, not a wild child.

Mother also reprimanded these ignorant children. Who says our Yan Jia is a wild child? We Yan Jia have a father. Yan Jia always wants to hear more information about his father, such as his name, where he is and why he never comes to see them.

But that's all mom said.

Yan Jia, who is short, paved a stool and found the photo that my mother often looked at in the drawer of my mother's room. The photo is a little yellow, and you can clearly see some tears on it.

She deeply engraved the man in the photo in her heart. If she wants to grow up quickly, she can find this man who may be her father.

For the family, childhood is not eating hamburgers and drinking coke with parents on a wooden horse, nor having a picnic and playing games with friends, but like a sunflower growing in the desert, growing alone against the sun.

She became cold and aloof. In addition to good academic performance, I will occasionally be praised by teachers. Both boys and girls regard her as the source of infectious germs, lest she avoid it.

At the beginning, Yan Jia was admitted to the best high school in the city with the first place in the county. The school is an hour's drive from their small county, and she will start boarding.

A few days before school starts, Yan Jia and her mother are at home sorting out the luggage to take to school. There was a commotion outside the window, and Aunt Li next door screamed something.

Yan Jia saw a large group of people moving furniture and other things into the opposite room through the window glass. It turned out that there was a new resident in the yard. Mom went out to see if there was any need for help, and asked Yan Jia to carefully check if there was anything left.

When my mother came back, she looked lonely. From time to time, she looked ahead and was absent-minded. When cooking dinner, she almost spilled oil on her arm, leaving Yan Jia to eat alone. She felt sick and had to lie down for a while.

Yan Jia thought her mother was ill and said, "Mom, if you feel sick, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Mother waved and managed to smile. "No, I'll just lie down for a while."

Yan Jia washed the dishes after a meal, sat on the stone bench at the door and read a book for a while by the light in the room.

Aunt Li leaned over and said, "Hey, little bitter study. Have you seen the family across the hall? I heard that I just came from the city, and my parents were transferred to work, and my children followed. Well, I'm still as old as you, and I'm going to high school with good grades, and I'm in the same school as you. " Aunt Li said and went back to the house.

The next day, Yan Jia came back from the alley to take out the garbage, and saw a young man sitting under the grape trellis in the yard, covered with the morning glow, and his side face bent down to read a book.

Yan Jia looked sideways at the figure projected on the window glass. Her face with long hair and bear pajamas looked very short in front of the man. Yan Jia sighed. People really can't compare with each other. Some people may never catch up with another group of people.

Probably the teenager noticed someone staring at him, raised his head and smiled, stretched out a clean and beautiful right hand and said, "Hello, my name is Wei, and I just moved here."

Seeing that the teenager was polite and friendly, Yan Jia held out his hand awkwardly like a teenager and approached slowly. His shrinking fingers spread out gradually, his mouth pursed, and he swallowed and said, "Hello, I'm Yan Jia, a young girl."

"Jane Jane warehouse, the millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. " Wei recited these two poems in The Book of Songs.

"Well, JianJia means reed. My mother says reed is a tough and unbreakable plant, so I hope I can live strong all the time. " Yan Jia explained her name to others for the first time.

Later, the two chatted about interesting childhood stories in the past. Yan Jia shook his head and said that when he was a child, he only walked around with his mother and was called a wild child. Looks like some bad memories.

Wei holds the hand, and the temperature of her palm is as hot as summer, reaching her cold heart.

He said, "Yan Jia, we can't choose our origins. However, please believe me, you will be better in the future than now. "

No matter how many years have passed, people have changed I remember that on such a quiet and peaceful morning, Wei floated to her side like a sovereign treasure.

Since then, it has surprised her life and softened her years.

On the day of school, Wei came and said that his father sent him to school and asked if he wanted to go with him in his car. Before Yan Jia said anything, her mother flatly refused, insisting that Yan Jia drive herself, and her attitude was still a little cold. Yan Jia doesn't know why she has to go all the way to the station to take a bus when she has a car. Smiled and said sorry to Wei. I don't understand why my mother is so excited. She usually gets along well with her neighbors.

After the placement test, in Class 9, Wei is in Class 8, and the classroom is next door. During the school cleaning, Yan Jia and a girl named Fang Wei in the class were assigned to clean the windows together. When Yan Jiagao was in high school, she took the initiative to take this job, stood on the windowsill where she rubbed high, and asked Fang Wei to clean the glass below. Fang Wei was so grateful that when arranging the seats, she stood on tiptoe and sat at the same table with Yan Jia.

Fang Wei is the kind of girl that everyone loves. She is wearing a princess dress and a pink hair band. Her skin is fair and delicate, and the most important thing is that she has a good temper and is easy to get along with. At that time, there was no such word as goddess. If there is, Fang Wei definitely deserves this title.

Looking at Fang Wei and herself, Yan Jia felt a heartfelt inferiority complex.

The school held the opening ceremony as usual, and Wei, as a representative of senior one students, stood in the center of the rostrum and delivered a speech. Several students are discussing at the bottom. I heard that he was the first in the city this year. He is really amazing and looks good.

Listen silently and look at Wei on the stage. It turned out that he was so good that even Fang Wei's eyes lit up.

In the next few days, I often heard information about Wei. She can also play the guitar, sing good songs and play basketball well. During the break, Fang Wei asked Yan Jia, "Do you think Wei Ran's intelligence is really that bad?" . But anyway, at least it looks good. "

Yan Jia looked at her with longing and admiration and whispered, I don't know.

There will be a section on physical education class every week. Physical education class in this school is in three classes together, and classes 7, 8 and 9 are the second class on Wednesday afternoon. It was the first time that students went to physical education class in high school. After the PE teacher announced the dissolution, everyone played basketball, table tennis and badminton happily.

Girls love beauty. Some girls, Yan Jia and Fang Wei, are sitting in the shade next to the basketball stand to avoid the sun, for fear of being tanned.

A sharp-eyed girl said, "isn't that Wei?" Wow, basketball is really good. "

Yan Jia saw Wei shining in the crowd along the direction of the girl's finger, slapping at the basketball with one hand, stepping forward, fending off other people's hands and shooting, with a crisp and neat action.

A large group of girls are screaming and clapping.

In the distance, some nearsighted Yan Jia can only see his outline, but he can still distinguish his dazzling, as if the sun shines on the earth, and everyone around him is just his shadow.

He is such an excellent person.

After class, I bought a bottle of water and just opened the bottle cap. Wei, who came out of nowhere, took it away.

He took the water and drank it, wetted the back of their hands and smiled coldly. At last he said, "Isn't it for me?"

Yan Jia stood, blushing slightly. I don't know if it was too hot or was teased by Wei.

At this moment, Fang Wei leaned in and smiled mysteriously. "Yan Jia, you know each other. I haven't heard you say it. "

Wei immediately said, "Yes, my family lives opposite her." Then he ran to the boys.

Back in the classroom, the girls in the class have been begging to tell her something about Wei. Yan Jia told her that she had just met him, and he had just moved from her home to the other side. It's really impossible to talk about it.

It is true that they have to give up.

Yan Jia secretly happy. At least, she felt lucky that she knew Wei before them.

But she forgot that feelings never come first.

Even if there is, from ancient times to the present, there are many people who came from behind halfway.

On Friday, when the bell rang, many students rushed out of the classroom, while Yan Jia was still in his seat sorting out the homework to take home. A classmate came up and said, Yan Jia, someone is looking for you.

I stopped and saw Wei smiling at her at the door of the classroom. The sunshine in the corridor is not completely dispersed. Wei just stood in the light, his face trembled in the light and his smile was wonderful.

Wei came over and asked if he wanted to go home by car.

In the car, Yan Jia was sleepy, fell asleep unconsciously, and had a dream of "one woman has a bright future, and everyone meets dusk".

When I woke up, it was really a willow tip on the moon, leaning against Wei's shoulder, and my neck was sore.

Wei felt the man leaning on his shoulder move, brushed his nose, cocked his head and asked, "Are you awake? Hurry home, wait for your mother to be anxious, who thought she was abducted? " There is a coquetry in the tone.

Yan Jia murmured in a low voice, "why didn't you wake me up? Turn if you want. "

Wei didn't hear this sentence, so he went ahead and quickly took the bag to keep up. In fact, when he wiped her nose, in his gentle eyes, Yan Jia felt her heart moving gently.

She shouted at the back: "Wei Ranzhi, I just had a dream."

Wei Ranzhi turned his head and dreamed about it.

Yan Jia was stuck, thought for a moment, smiled and forgot.

I didn't say anything. In fact, in her dream, they were together.

In the yard, two people a left a right, each back to their homes. Mother has cooked dinner, and some blame Yan Jia. "Why is it so late today? Girls should go home early. Unsafe. "

Busy explaining why he was late for duty, thinking about how Wei should explain to his parents, he absently ate a few mouthfuls of rice.

Before going to bed, she saw that the light in Wei's room was still on, and she could vaguely see his shadow sitting under the desk lamp. She didn't lie in bed in the dark until the lights went out across the street.

Why does she think she can't peep?

The next morning, Yan Jia got up and found that her mother was not there. She didn't know where she had gone and didn't even make breakfast.

She took out some coins from the drawer and planned to buy soybean milk buns. After paying the money in the steamed bun shop, the boss kindly told him to be careful of scalding. When Yan Jia turned around with a steamed stuffed bun, she saw her mother sitting in a coffee shop diagonally opposite, with a man sitting opposite, with his back to Yan Jia.

Yan Jia couldn't hear what they were saying through the big French window, but she could see that they had a quarrel. Her mother looked strange. She also poured a glass of water on the man's face, and the water dripped down the man's cheek.

Yan Jia hid in the corner of a nearby fruit stall like a thief. When the man went out, she opened her mouth in surprise and almost cried.

If it isn't Wei's father.

Yan Jia drifted home all the way. She has been thinking about it. Did her mother know Uncle Wei before? What is their relationship? Why did mother throw water at Uncle Wei?

She felt as if she were carrying a skeleton, and she couldn't breathe.

She was at a loss and didn't even know who to tell. She can't ask her mother, nor dare she tell Wei.

I wanted to talk to Wei about it many times, but she swallowed it back every time.

The school teacher organized an interest class, and both Yan Jia and Fang Wei chose calligraphy. There is a calligraphy class on Wednesday night, and the classroom is crowded with people. I didn't expect Wei to be there. Fang Wei's seat is between Wei and Wei. Learn Liu Ti and Wei Xue Yan Ti.

In the first class, everyone just described it, and the teacher took out the words written by Wei for demonstration. His face is full and vigorous. He should have been practicing for many years.

From then on, Wei and I gradually became familiar with each other, and sometimes they called each other brothers and flirted with each other in front of each other, but in their eyes, that was a signal of flirting.

When writing brush calligraphy together again, Yan Jia looked at the way the two of them bowed their heads and whispered, and she was envious.

There is only one person's distance between her and Wei, but this distance blocks her thoughts. She smiled at him and frowned, but she could only look at him from a distance.

Our calligraphy has made great progress, and the teacher no longer praises Wei alone.

No one knows that she keeps practicing calligraphy in her room every weekend until her fingers are sore and even a little red and swollen, and no one knows that she works so hard just to keep pace with Wei.

She tried to turn herself into an excellent person and approached Wei Ranzhi carefully.

More than half a month before the winter vacation, Fang Wei's birthday has arrived. That day, she invited the whole class and Wei to a Korean restaurant for dinner. This is the first time that Yan Jia has dined in such a luxurious and exquisite restaurant. I heard that her father contracted the whole restaurant.

During the dinner, Fang Wei introduced her and her best friends to her parents.

Looked at Fang's father stupefied. Although he is in his early forties, he has not lost his tolerance. He must have been a dignified man when he was young. Yan Jia thought that if she had such a father, she would be a princess who attracted the attention of thousands of people.

Yan Jia lost her mind a little, and the soup on her hand accidentally leaked out. She was about to dry with a tissue when she knocked over the soup bowl and fell to the ground. She was at a loss and her cheeks were red, as if she had done something terrible.

At this time, Fang's father smiled and said, "Nothing. Just ask the waiter to clean it and ask her to bring you a new pair of chopsticks."

Yan Jia smiled apologetically. Fang's father is really a gentle man. Next, Fang Wei made a wish, blew out the candles and made a wish. Fang's father's eyes always fall on him, and he always smiles as warm as the sun.

All this fell into Yan Jia's eyes, and she had a lot of jealousy for no reason.

On the way back to school, the students are still talking about how Fang Wei's family is rich and how her father holds an important position. Yan Jia said nothing and looked worried. He clenched his fist from time to time, but his hands would sweat in winter.

Wei walked side by side on the left. He seemed to understand what he was thinking. When everyone dispersed, he walked up to Yan Jia and said, "Yan Jia, don't belittle your situation because of the superiority of others."

Wei was only half right. She really felt inferior because of her superiority.

But half of it is because she has ulterior motives.

During their three years in high school, Yan Jia and Fang Wei were as good as sisters in everyone's eyes.

They often go to the library to watch homework together, or go to the school gate to buy snacks after school. Occasionally, when Yan Jia doesn't go home on weekends, she will stay at Fang Wei's house. Our parents also treat them as their own daughters, and Fang's father brings back two identical gifts every time he goes abroad on business.

On several occasions, I felt that Fang's father looked like his own. Before she often ran to Fang Wei's house, she just wanted to learn more from her father's love.

One day, when I went downstairs to get my exercise book, I passed by Fang Dad's study and saw a man in a black suit holding a black plastic bag and stuffing it into Fang Dad's hand from the crack of the door. Father Fang declined several times and put it in the safe beside the desk.

Yan Jia was trying to get a closer look. When she heard Fang Wei calling her name, she stopped.

She suddenly felt like a peeping tom, but she wanted to know more facts.

Later, many times, she would meet this person in Fang Wei's home.

After the college entrance examination, Wei and I were admitted to the same university. Although Fang Wei is in different universities, she is also in the same city.

In a strange city, Fang Wei comes to Wei every weekend, and then the three of them study together where there is delicious food and where the scenery is the best.

In the world of three people, Yan Jia always thinks that she is the foil.

Yan Jia knew she liked Wei after she secretly read her diary.

In my diary, every page has Wei's name, full of love, and it is written that he will confess to Wei after the contour test. But now it's almost the final exam of freshman year. Why hasn't Fang Wei moved out?

Many times, I wanted to test Wei and ask him if he liked it.

But before confessing to Wei, it was reported that her father was in prison. I heard it was because the amount of bribes was huge.

Father Fang is the number one boss in H city, and this matter has made a lot of noise in H city. Fang Wei's mother sold her villa to raise money to pay back the money. But since ancient times, once a person is not in office, he is a person who takes tea to cool things.

Fang's mother was on the verge of collapse and hurried home without taking the final exam.

During the winter vacation, Wei Shuang returned to H city, and her mother had a nervous breakdown and was sent to a nursing home. She mumbled nonsense all day and her eyes were dim.

After the winter vacation, Fang Wei dropped out of school and went back to school. In order to better help her mother recover, she found a job as a typist near a nursing home. She never mentioned that she liked Wei again.

I visited Fang's mother in the nursing home alone many times. She stood at a distance, and Fang's mother didn't know her anymore. Several times, Fang's mother ran over and held hands and shouted, why don't you go to school?

Yan Jia turned his back and burst into tears.

For several nights, I was awakened by the way Fang's mother let her hair hang freely and bared her teeth at her.

She hugged her knees, her twisted knuckles turned white and she hid her face and wept.

Being with Wei seems to be a natural thing for so many years, and it seems that it can only be achieved through obstacles.

Fang Wei is a mountain and an obstacle.

At least in Yan Jia's mind, she always thought so.

Yan Jia has always felt that she can't compare with Shang Wei in both family background and appearance. What she doesn't know is that in Wei's mind, they are not comparable at all.

The person he likes is Yan Jia.

That day, Wei was having a chemistry experiment class. Because a classmate mixed two substances by mistake, it caused a small explosion in the laboratory, and finally the whole laboratory caught fire. After the fire brigade put out the fire, half of the laboratory was in ruins.

At that time, he had just returned to school from outside. After hearing the news, he called Wei for the first time.

Cell phone rings nearby, getting closer and closer.

She turned and looked down at the bustling crowd. Wei stood there with traces of smoke on his face.

The mottled camphor trees on the roadside are shining, and the fine holes are swaying in the wind and jumping back and forth on him.

She burst into tears of joy and flew over, hugging him tightly and exerting herself as if she had exhausted all her strength.

How scared she was, she lost him from now on, and even had no chance to look into the distance.

Wei's hand hanging on his leg slowly lifted and hugged his back. He is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid of never seeing Yan Jia again. There are so many things to tell Yan Jia.

Fortunately, everyone is fine, but the laboratory needs to be rebuilt.

The luckiest thing in the world is that the person you have a crush on happens to have a crush on you, and only one person needs to mention it.

And Wei are such lucky two people.

In the days after being together, they kissed at the school lake, walked hand in hand through the shade and across the grass, and were very happy.

Only in this city, there is no Fang Wei anymore.

Every time I think about this, Yan Jia's happiness is even more bitter, and she can't sleep well at night.

Who is she sorry for?

She just did what she thought was right, but why was she so sad and heartbroken as if she had been run over by a group of people?

After the defense on the eve of graduation, everyone was running around looking for jobs. Wei He agreed to stay in this city and be together every day. In the future, they will get married, have children and make everlasting promises to each other.

When Wei sees the right company, he will submit resumes and shuttle between companies for interviews, which makes people overwhelmed.

At this time, Yan Jia was gone.

To be precise, Yan Jia packed his bags and disappeared without saying hello to anyone. No one knows where she went.

The day when Wei couldn't get in touch was the first 100 1 day when they were together.

He searched frantically with his mobile phone all night, imagining that at some point, Yan Jia would call him or send him a message.

Finally, he didn't wait for anything.

He's just waiting for a reason to leave without saying goodbye.

He is just waiting for an agreement to grow old together.

She owes him.

Before he left, he wrote an email to Wei, but only set the time, which was six months later.

She wrote him all the secrets hidden in her heart.

In fact, from the first moment she saw Fang's father, she knew that he was the man in the photo in her mother's drawer.

Even though the years have changed and his appearance has changed slightly, Yan Jia has seen photos thousands of times. How can he not recognize them? Fang Tong is written on the back of the photo, and Fang Wei is also writing Fang Tong in the column where his parents' names are filled in.

Time goes back to the weekend of senior one. Saw her mother arguing with Wei's father in a coffee shop. Although they are far apart, they can hear their conversation clearly.

Then she went home and pieced the whole story together. In fact, her biological father chose a director's daughter and his mother for better career development, and then designed his best friend Uncle Wei to commit adultery with his mother and abandoned her mother.

Mom thought Uncle Wei was an accomplice, but actually Uncle Wei was also a victim when he was drunk.

From that day on, hatred sprouted, grew and continued in her little body.

Deliberately approached, until then she saw someone stuffing Fang's father with something. She clearly saw that the plastic bag was full of brand-new red RMB.

When she lived at home, she sneaked into Fang's father's study in the dead of night when everyone was sleeping and found evidence of his bribery.

It was she who reported Fang's father and her own father.

She hates him, hates that he abandoned himself and his mother, and hates that he is a duplicitous corrupt official. She even hates that he has the same blood in his body.

Besides, she hates Fang Wei and just wants to give Fang Wei a heavy blow. The quickest and most effective way is to take away Wei she likes.

However, her feelings for Wei are far from the original intention of revenge.

Later, she really fell in love with Wei and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

However, whenever she thinks of Fang Wei's busy figure in the printing shop and her mother's emaciated face, in the dead of night, she feels guilty like a vine, biting her heart bit by bit.

She thinks she ruined Fang Wei's life.

Finally, she made a decision to send Wei back.

She thinks it's satisfaction and redemption.

She forgot that Wei is not an object and can be given away at will.

She doesn't know how painful Wei was when she left.

She gave each other a heartbreaking pain, a terrible pain.

Don't travel through the years.

Over the years, she only kept in touch with her mother, and she also asked her mother not to tell anyone where she was.

She galloped in the industry like a female warrior, from a quiet little girl to an independent department manager. There are many suitors around, including company bosses and customers' elites, all of whom are outstanding.

Yan Jia is still lonely. Everyone says that she has a high vision and a big heart.

She just smiled in front of people and kept silent.

Later, my mother told her on the phone that Wei was going to get married with her and sent an invitation to ask her if she would attend.

She was silent for a long time, crying in the big room, tears dripping down her fingers to the floor.

She booked a plane for the next day and hasn't been home for many years.

The Wei family still lives opposite, and the doors and windows are covered with happy characters.

Mother told her that she didn't see Wei He, and he and he went to decorate their new house.

She carefully looked at the invitation on the table. The photos on the invitation clung to her head and smiled like flowers. It says, groom: Wei, bride:.

Her fingers brushed Wei's face in the photo as calm as water, but her mother sighed deeply.

At the wedding, Fang Wei walked slowly from the other side of the red carpet holding the groom's hand.

The groom is not Wei. Wiped his eyes hard with his hand, but where is Wei?

During the dinner, Fang Wei held up a glass and put it to his ear. He waited for you for so many years, and none of us ever hated you. We just want to make you happy. He's downstairs in the lobby.

Yan Jia took off her 10 cm high heels, held them in her hand and ran barefoot.

The hall was covered with rose petals, Wei knelt on the ground, and the diamond on the ring flashed into a happy arc in the light.

Wei joined hands with everyone to do this scene. The photos on the invitation are only computer-generated, and the happy words at home are also posted for beauty.

Wei's bride can only be.

He attached it to her ear and said slowly, word for word, no one is suitable for growing old with you except me.

Time will go far, and all the pain will be calmed down.

The trajectory of time in a hurry will only make people more awake. Let bygones be bygones, even if I loved you from the beginning, it doesn't matter.

More importantly, the person you love has been standing in the same place and never left.