First item on the list.

As far as I'm concerned, the two of them are the brightest stars in my lonely, helpless, and hopeless night.

Yes, his family is extremely wealthy, and his father dotes on him...

Su Bei, why haven't you received the clothes yet? Sheng Yino hurriedly walked up to me, holding the clothes. First, he asked, but when he saw the situation of me and the girl in front of me pulling each other, he immediately became nervous and asked cautiously, "Is she bullying you?"

I lower my head, my mind filled with my father's broad and warm back, as well as his rough and powerful palms.

That year, it was the season when the weather was just turning cool. The wind was swirling the fallen leaves, spinning and falling on the melancholic streets. The almost bare branches were drawing marks on the gloomy sky, making the originally intact scene appear broken.

As for me, I started out as the middleman for girls who wanted to please and flatter others, asking for help in delivering love letters. Later on, due to my close relationships with two individuals, I frequently became the target of jealousy and the primary object of resentment and exclusion among the girls.

Do you think it's reasonable to cut in line? Sheng Yino stopped me from moving forward and said to the girl, "Why don't we just stay here today? I'm not afraid of getting tanned, but you, with your average facial features, if you get any darker, you won't be able to show your face in public."

Later on, Sheng Yinuo would often lament in front of us about how he had mistakenly befriended harmful companions. It wasn't until he had been mooching off of my and Yu Xia's families for several days that he was satisfied and stopped mentioning this matter...

Yes, I was holding my breath because of their broken appointment, and I yelled at that girl. Part of the reason was also to vent my frustration. In fact, I am not that noble.

I am so spineless. Just one word from him and I immediately surrender. The anger in my chest is instantly extinguished.

I kneel in the white spirit hall, in front of me is the scorching charcoal fire and white ashes. The fire roasts my tear-stained face, stinging a bit. I open my weary eyes, watching my mother socializing among various relatives. The sadness on her face seems to have been diluted by various trivial matters, leaving only endless fatigue.

The September sunshine is so dazzling that it makes people feel dizzy. The scorching sun shines on everyone, roasting their backs as if burnt. In the air, apart from the typical sticky summer scent, there are groups of girls gathering, chattering and laughing.

Facing my father's departure, my mother's breakdown was much shorter than mine. It was only yesterday, when we were preparing for the funeral, that she softly said to the memorial tablet, "If being with me is so difficult, there's no need to go through the trouble of committing suicide. Just leave...".

The guests paid their respects to the spirit tablet and said "please accept our condolences", then immediately blended into the crowd. The mournful music was accompanied by inappropriate noise and there were even some laughter and chatter at the banquet.

During my dull and unremarkable youth, under the radiance of these two individuals, I sometimes felt warm as if basking in the spring breeze, and sometimes felt miserable as if caught in a thunderstorm. Fortunately, they never left me and I never rejected them.

You wait for me! After saying this through gritted teeth, the girl walked away in frustration.

Some people say, thank you for being such a brilliant and dazzling friend, shining like a star in my ordinary years.

The guests came and went in pairs, and my legs have become so numb that they feel like they don't belong to me. My stomach, which hasn't had any food all day, is now only filled with discomfort from the churning of stomach acid.

I bully her? Big brother, isn't it because she kept holding me back from getting the clothes? Isn't it just cutting in line? It made me look like I did something terribly wrong, scaring me to death. The girl shook off my hand and glared at Sheng Yino, saying, "Are you her friend? Hurry up and control this lunatic."

These two people grew up with me since childhood. Many years ago, we lived in the same building. Shen Yino is outgoing, while Yu Xia is introverted and quiet. Both of them were ordered by their respective parents to take on the responsibility of playing with me, the only girl of the same age in this building.

I want to eat hot pot lamb, hot pot tripe, shrimp balls, beef balls, and then I can be happy with a glass of sour plum soup," I said with a pout.

I saw the girl's back move slightly, then she turned her head and looked at me with a hint of arrogance, saying, "I was standing here from the beginning, I just went to the restroom a moment ago."

Since I was young, I have been indifferent to others, unwilling to engage with unfamiliar people and things. I have very few friends. My mother has wanted to take me to see a psychologist several times, but my father always refuses. He says, "In our family, we are not depressed, but rather too shy. We are not good at expressing ourselves and prefer to keep things hidden in our hearts."

I shook my head lightly, and the heaviness in my mind made me feel a slight dizziness.

I was still hesitating whether to accept it or not, but he forcefully stuffed the milk into my hands, then pulled Shen Yino to kneel beside me, taking over the responsibility of kowtowing on my behalf.

I turned my head, and Sheng Yino, with a worried expression on his face, squatted beside me, holding a white pastry in his hand.

I think the reason why he understands me so well is probably because he is like me too...

When I was young, I didn't feel anything special about spending time with them. As the years went by, both of them grew taller and their facial features became more handsome. Sheng Yino was surrounded by the aura of being the main forward of the school basketball team, while Yu Xia was admired by girls for her excellent performance in various competitions and her title as the captain of the volleyball team.

During high school, Sheng Yino's father thrived in his business and moved to the best villa community in our city. Later, due to his father's promotion, Yu Xia's family also moved to a well-known government official community. Fortunately, our home was not too far from their new home, so we could often gather together. Therefore, despite not living together, our bond was not weakened by distance.

After the college entrance examination was over, because my mother didn't want me to go to another city, I applied to A University. Shen Yinuo shouted that he wanted to apply here too, so that he could be in the same school as me, whom he liked. As for Yu Xia, he said he couldn't just sit and watch Shen Yinuo and me cause trouble at A University, so he also applied here.

Leaning to the side, watching the slender and graceful figures of the two, the fatigue on my body seemed to have slightly eased.

He held back for a while before saying, "I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Behind me were two women using a gossipy tone, and when they said the word "dad," I felt a sharp pain in my heart, as if a tiny needle had been forcefully inserted into the deepest part of my heart. The memories of that autumn, like ink drops on rice paper, slowly spread in the air.

Later on, I also learned that in pursuit of this volunteer work, Sheng Yino was chased by his father and ran several laps around their community while being yelled and cursed at. My friend Yu Xia and I laughed for a long time while lying on the platform of the seventh floor of the high-rise building next to their community.

Wearing a black T-shirt, a few strands of hair are exposed on the forehead. The black eyes are sharp and firm like an eagle. The slightly raised nose and the furrowed brows belong to Sheng Yino. Kneeling beside him, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with fair skin and gentle eyes, the handsome and refined young man is Yu Xia.

After making a few difficult steps forward, Yu Xia also handed me a bottle of iced black tea. Seeing my cold expression, he gave Shen Yinuo a meaningful look.

On such a hot summer day, two of my most important friends stood by me. One held up clothes to shade me from the sun, while the other used the clothes in their hand to fan me. Despite the fact that I was sweating profusely, I felt incredibly cool.

This is a university, not your home. I retorted.

I, I, what? Hurry up and go get the clothes, no one wants to be sunbathing under the sun.

It's okay. In front of him, I don't need any disguise, nor do I need to continue to be awkward affectation.

In my impression, although he is usually quiet and not good at expressing himself, he is extremely gentle and patient towards me.

Did you see it? When Yu Zichu's father came to pick him up just now, what a grand scene...

We share our joys side by side and bear each other's pains.

Over the years, we have climbed the back stairs of the school together, witnessed the most gorgeous sunset, and experienced the wonder of snowflakes falling on our tongues on a once-in-a-decade snowy day.

Sheng Yinuo made a fearful expression, then nodded.

The two boys standing beside me can be said to be my childhood friends, my good friends, and also important relatives to me. They have accompanied me through the darkest times and given me the utmost warmth.

That's why you should have something to drink. If you collapse, Aunt Zhang won't know what to do... The familiar voice came from above.

The police said that my father's body was found in the clearest river outside the city, and the possibility of homicide has been ruled out. The suicide note was wrapped in a plastic bag, with only a few short words written on it.

I don't want to appear lonely, nor do I want others to see me in a slightly awkward state, so I like to pretend that I am very capable and fearless.

Yuxia, dressed in all black, stood in front of me holding a bottle of oat milk.

Many years later, I finally understood that the two words "pain and suffering" were too superficial to summarize my mother's feelings at that time.

The original anger in my heart has dissipated, and I should greet Sheng Yinuo with a smile. However, when I think about it, we agreed to pick up the clothes together, but in the end, he and Yu Xia left me behind and went ahead, which still makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.

As a husband, as a father, I'm sorry.

Sheng Yino coaxed me and led me to the line for clothes, all the way not forgetting to use the clothes in his hand to shield me from the sun.

Therefore, when the police notified us to go and inspect the body, I never believed that the swollen, cold person lying there could really be him.

My mother's evaluation of my personality is that I appear to be a fearless little lion, but deep down I am a cowardly paper tiger.

The arduous journey of queuing has been further prolonged...

Because of this argument, both of us distanced ourselves from the crowd. If we had let it go, I could have gotten the clothes earlier and rested, instead of still being under the sun now. But I just don't want to let go. There's a pent-up anger in my heart that I can't vent.

Sheng Yino secretly glanced at me, with a slightly pleading tone: "Miss Su, I know it was our fault to burden you with the responsibility of picking up the clothes. Yu Xia has already bought your favorite drink, and he will come to apologize later. Don't be angry, I'll accompany you to pick up the clothes first."

Su Bei.

At the beginning, Sheng Yino found me annoying, and Yu Xia didn't pay much attention to me either. It wasn't until one time later, when they accidentally broke the daffodils that their neighbor, Uncle Li, had painstakingly cultivated, and I happened to witness it. Despite being coerced and tempted by the adults to reveal the "real culprit," I chose to keep silent. After that, the three of us formed a revolutionary friendship.

"Toilet?" I looked at her coldly, "I've been queuing here, how come I haven't seen you before?"

I am unwilling to insert myself back into the queue, stubbornly starting from the end of the line. Sheng Yino looks at me helplessly, not saying a word, only using his clothes to fan me as if I were a domineering "Emperor".

You're blind! The girl replied lightly, then muttered, "Thinking you're the police of the Pacific, so nosy. Why don't you go help old ladies cross the street?"

Before I could detach myself from my memories, a girl squeezed in among the four people in front of me and playfully stuck out her tongue at the people behind her.

She glared at me angrily and shouted, "Are you sick? No one else said anything, only you spoke up! This is a university, not your home!"

While we were shaking our heads, I saw the helplessness in the teacher's eyes, as if there was a hint of heartache. I almost cried.

Eat something! Sheng Yinuo said.

She had just finished speaking, and it was her turn. She proudly smiled at me after receiving the clothes. Just as she was about to leave, I snatched her clothes and handed them to the person behind me, then I held her back and prevented her from getting the clothes again.

Hello, can you please show some manners? Why are you cutting in line? I have always been someone who dislikes cutting in line. When I saw the girl in front of me cut in without any sense of guilt, I became so angry that I shouted out loud.

Su Bei, Su Bei. A soft call came from behind.

The teacher had several conversations with the three of us after seeing our application forms. After all, our grades allowed us to choose better universities in other provinces, but we all firmly shook our heads.

When the girl heard these words, she became furious and couldn't utter a word other than "you, you, you" for a long time.

A girl is staring at me with eyes like knives, as if she could stab me in the chest at any moment.

From now on, "I'm sorry" is the phrase I least want to see.

In the lively and crowded atmosphere, I stood in the queue with a wooden face. While wiping the sweat from my forehead with my arm, I took out my vibrating phone. I originally intended to ignore the peace proposal message sent by Shi Yinuo in my phone... But I didn't want to appear out of place in this kind of environment, so I could only reply briefly with a few "Oh, okay" words, pretending to be busy.

The beautiful memories keep surging up in my heart time and time again, those deeply ingrained warmth, always enough to make me shed tears.