A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Even though his eldest brother He Yuguang had been away for three years, he always came to his tombstone with a deep and unspeakable sorrow in his heart.

It took a while for him to calm down the emotions in his heart, rubbing the word "light" repeatedly with his fingertips, and spoke in a low voice: "Brother, I came to see you."

He Jichen knew that no one would respond to him, but he still waited in silence for a while before continuing to say, "Brother, how are you recently? Let's not lie..."

He Jichen knew that he would never see a picture of He Yuguang holding a pen on his writing board and answering his questions in this life. He lowered his eyes and swallowed hard with a spit, then withdrew his finger on the tombstone, turned over, and stood on the floor Sitting down, leaning his head against the tombstone, staring at the setting sun on the horizon, lighting a cigarette, smelling the smell of tobacco, he slowly said out again: "...I am fine recently, I did not lie, really It’s good, she woke up and had an ideal life... How about you, brother?"

There was silence in response to him.

It wasn't until a gust of wind blew from the surrounding trees that He Jichen said to himself again, "Brother, can I ask you a question? Do you really want to meet someone again?"

He Jichen paused for three seconds and blinked his eyelids gently. There were countless sorrows pouring out of him, and even the voice with which he spoke became somewhat sad: "Brother, I have..."

Just saying three words, He Jichen had no voice, but he clearly heard his heart say: I really want to know her again, starting with her name; I really want to renew her Meet once, since she first appeared in our house.

It wasn’t until four years ago that he knew that no matter how confident he was, he thought he would one day be as familiar with Ji Yu’s heart as He Yuguang, but reality was ultimately reality, and his confidence could not play any role after all. The role.

He Jichen re-lighted a cigarette and slowly closed his eyes. In the faint smell of tobacco, he pulled his thoughts back to that year and perfectly connected with the memories when he was interrupted by Ji Yi at the bar last night.

...

It didn't take long for He Jichen and Ji Yi to meet, and the mid-term exam came.

Ji Yi had good grades and easily entered the senior high school experimental class of Sucheng No.1 Middle School. He had five test papers, four blanks and a 20-point score. After he donated a hundred computers to the school, he barely managed. Qiang also entered Sucheng No. 1 Middle School, but not an experimental class, but an ordinary class.

He was promoted to high school, in addition to still not learning and skillless, and Yaowu Yangwei like the junior high school, he also added a new project: protecting the short.

This new project originated in the second month of high school.

It was a Wednesday, and Ji Yi, who was at noon after school, did not go home. After having lunch with a few girls, she went to the Happy Internet Cafe next to the school.

Coincidentally that day, he had an appointment with a group of fat men to play a team game, and he was also happy at the Internet cafe.

But she is on the first floor and they are on the second floor.

Halfway through the team game, he went to the toilet and the toilet on the second floor was occupied, so he went to the toilet on the first floor, thinking he could buy a pack of cigarettes.

Taking the cigarette from the front desk, he slowly walked upstairs, and the afterglow of his eyes swept inadvertently to her sitting against the Internet cafe window.

He subconsciously stopped and turned to look around.