June is our farewell song

Chapter 10
Gu Yuan's eyes flickered, and he winked at Feng Ziqiu to keep him quiet, and then said to Li Ran: "We still have something to do, and you, Teacher Chen Ge just said, you can go."

"I...I don't want to go back." Li Ran's eyes wandered to the corner of the conference room again, avoiding Gu Yuan's sight.

"Why?" Gu Yuan felt that he had grasped the key to the problem, so he followed up and asked, "Is... is there something wrong at home?"

"No." Unexpectedly, upon hearing this question, Li Ran's tone and expression calmed down, and his eyes swept over the faces of Gu Yuan and Feng Ziqiu, "I just want to put this book here. Read the book before leaving."

Gu Yuan lowered his head and glanced at the book "Do Bionic People Dream of Electric Sheep?" in Li Ran's hand. 》, the place where he pressed his finger has just reached one-third of the whole book, that is to say, there are still close to [-] words to read. If you want to finish it, you will not be able to finish it in three or four hours.

However, in the next 10 minutes, no matter how Gu Yuan and Feng Ziqiu started the conversation, Li Ran never said a single word.

There was no other way, Gu Yuan and Feng Ziqiu had no choice but to retreat from the conference room,
"Sigh—it seems that it is not that simple to get something out of Li Ran's mouth."

In the classroom of Class One and One, Gu Yuan packed up his things and turned his head to Feng Ziqiu who was behind him.

"It's about the same as I expected. We are not familiar with Li Ran. There is no rush for this kind of thing, so we can only take it slowly." Feng Ziqiu stuffed the books and exercise books in the belly of the table into the half-meter-high table. The sports schoolbag directly propped it up, like a rock.

I saw him pull and pull with his right hand, and the heavy schoolbag slid onto his shoulder, and hung it firmly.

Gu Yuan looked at the blue handbag in front of him that contained nothing but two pretentious textbooks, and couldn't help swallowing: "You brought so many things back? Didn't you just store them for one night and one half day?"

"Ham, how can you not make good use of the quiet night." Feng Ziqiu showed a simple and honest smile to Gu Yuan, "By the way, Brother Yuan, how do you go back?"

"By bicycle, my house is not too far from here. It's in the garden in the south of the city. It takes 10 minutes to get there. How about you?"

"I also ride a bicycle, but I live far away." Feng Ziqiu touched his short hair, "Speaking of Chengnan Garden, I remember that there was a serious car accident there a few months ago? Really? fake?"

"Of course it's true, so how can it be false? Didn't you read the news? At that time, the city news was all talking about it." Gu Yuan said, "The accident happened at the three-way intersection outside my community. There were two street lights on the corner that were broken, and it seemed that someone would come to fix it in a week, but it happened in just two days."

"That day was Saturday, and a few classmates and I happened to come back from playing football in the new sports center, and we saw crowds of onlookers on the third floor and the third floor outside the road at the gate of the community, a group of uncles and aunts chattering there. , It wasn’t until the police and ambulance came and blocked the cordon that we saw the scene of the accident.” Gu Yuan continued, “A large truck with steel plates came out from the left hand side because of the blind spot of the lights. The motorbike, even the people and the car, were knocked into the air, the motorbike was about to fall apart, and there was a big pool of black and red blood on the ground."

"Ah? So serious?" Feng Ziqiu showed a surprised expression.

"Yes, it is said that the owner of the motorcycle almost died on the spot. He died as soon as he was carried into the ambulance, and the truck driver seemed to be found to be driving fatigued later." Gu Yuan tilted his head and thought about the scene at that time. "I remember a guy who was with us at the time took a few pictures of the scene. But then soon it was the review for the high school entrance examination, and no one continued to pay attention to this matter."

"So that's the case." Feng Ziqiu nodded thoughtfully, "Brother Yuan, I'm leaving first, see you tomorrow."

"See you."

Gu Yuan was the only one left in the classroom. He walked into the storage room and took a look at the cabinets he had cleared, making sure that there would be no strange things falling out of it. Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, Qi Yu came in from the door with a white canvas bag on his back.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Qi Yu glanced at him and asked.

"Something happened just now, and I was about to leave. Why are you back?"

"I forgot to take something." Qi Yu bent over and lowered his head to search in his closet. His long hair hung down in front of Gu Yuan's body like a waterfall, and he stood up straight after a while. With his hands on his hips and his mouth pouted, he looked at the light red wooden table in a daze, and muttered, "Strange, how could there be no such thing?"

"What are you looking for?"

Qi Yu ignored him, but took two steps back with a frown, stood at the door of the storage room, crossed his thumbs and index fingers to form a rectangle, and looked into the storage room.

"What are you doing, Master Dancer?" Gu Yuan looked at Qi Yu whose upper body was swinging like a pendulum and raised his eyebrows, "Hey, feudal superstition kills people, don't go astray."

"What! I'm recalling the perspective at that time, don't interrupt, be quiet."

"Memory perspective? What do you mean?"

"Cut, don't understand, don't you know? Standing in different positions, you see different things. The so-called memory perspective is thinking about the angle of the picture I saw when I put things down. Use this to figure out where I put things. I don’t even know this, no wonder the things you draw are always criss-cross and full of imagination.” Qi Yu pursed his mouth, then his eyes lit up, and he pulled out of the cabinet. A pamphlet the size of a palm, "Hey, I found it!"

"Standing in different positions, what you see is different... According to the angle of the picture you see, you can calculate where you were at that time..." Gu Yuan chewed these two sentences repeatedly, and suddenly, As if he had thought of something, he hugged the girl in front of him and said excitedly, "Qi Yu! You are such a genius!"

"Ah!! Ah? What? Of course I am..." Qi Yu was startled by the sudden hug. Just as she was stammering and trying to speak, Gu Yuan ran out alone like a gust of wind. The shadows are gone.

"Standing in different positions, you see different things... According to the angle of the picture you see, you can calculate where you were at that time..." Gu Yuan held Li Ran's painting in one hand while riding Speeding the bicycle on the empty road, the evening wind in early autumn blows the white clouds, and there are sparrows singing on the barbed wire fence next to the basketball court. As the fiery red sunset gradually sinks, Gu Yuan's mind comes to the scene of six months ago. that night.

The police in blue uniforms held a yellow cordon to separate the noisy crowd in the deep twilight, the warning lights of the ambulance kept flashing, and a red pickup truck with 22 tires slantedly parked on the road In the center, in the front was a black motorcycle that had been knocked almost to pieces, and on the ground between these two cars of very different sizes, there was a large pool of dark red blood.

Soon, Gu Yuan came to the three-way intersection. He pressed the brake to stop the bicycle slowly, and raised Li Ran's painting with both hands. The painting was painted with dark red blood, which was the same as the picture in his memory. Slowly overlapping together...

"No...not this position..."

Gu Yuan frowned, the shape of the bloodstain did not quite match what he remembered.

It can't be that he remembered it wrong, it must be the wrong location.Gu Yuan has a near-complete memory ability in life images, but it is a pity that this ability will be greatly reduced when it comes to textual things, so when reciting texts and words, he can only honestly repeat them over and over again. Copying and writing silently everywhere, although it is much faster than ordinary people, it is far from reaching the level of photographic memory.

"If it's not here...then it should be..." Gu Yuan adjusted his position while watching the approaching car from the corner of his eye. Finally, he stopped in the middle of the road, and the painting in his hand The pool of dark red blood finally completely coincided with the picture in memory.

"Here is..." Gu Yuan couldn't help being slightly taken aback, this location is already within the range of the warning line, people who have nothing to do with the accident should not be able to reach this location.

"Could it be that..." Gu Yuan dialed the number of the classmate who was taking pictures at the time, and after a short busy tone, a lazy voice came from his ears.

"Hey……"

"Ergou, do you still have the photo of the car accident a few months ago?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Quick! Send it to me! Now, right now, right now!"

"Brother Yuan, wait a minute, the photos are no longer on this phone... I changed my phone after the high school entrance examination, I have to look for it."

"Okay, you find it and send it to me immediately. Thank you, I will give you an assist next time you play football."

Pushing open the door, there was no one there, as expected, Gu Yuan sat down on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, turned on the phone and saw that Yang Qin had sent the photo, and enlarged it with a tap of a finger, you can clearly see, In the small open space between the cordon and the ambulance, squatted a figure wearing a brown short-sleeved T-shirt.

He hugged his knees with his hands, and there was no sadness on his face. He stared blankly at the noisy crowd in front of him, and his mouth was tightly closed like a straight line.

Although the clothes and hairstyle are different from now, Gu Yuan still recognized the familiar face at a glance——Li Ran.

It's really him.

After a brief silence, Gu Yuan opened the phone's address book, found Feng Ziqiu's number, and dialed it.

"Hello? Brother Yuan, what's the matter? I just got home."

"I know why Li Ran painted blood in his self-portrait."

(End of this chapter)