The white clouds are like trunks, and the morning sun is warm.

It was raining in Tongshan Town at night. When the sun rose, the streets were muddy, and the passing pedestrians and bicycles ran over the puddles and splashed a pool of sewage.

Behind the row of low buildings, a not-wide alley extends. After passing a stone bridge, the closed school gate in front of the morning exercises broadcast rang.

"First section, stretching exercise..."

“One…two….”

The shabby flag platform was stained with water, the red flag was hanging wet, and in the spacious playground, hundreds of students in school uniforms were neatly following the instructions from the horn, and their movements were uniform, and they were swaying their arms lazily behind in confusion.

After the morning fuck, the disbanded students walked slowly in groups of three or three, and began to go to the classroom. Friends who were walking together had intimate conversations and shared yesterday's stories. Occasionally, naughty classmates rushed over, slapped them in the back, and ran away with a smile, attracting pursuit.

Dingling--

The bell for the third class rang, and the students who were staying outside ran back to their respective classes. A round figure ran into the classroom with dirty school uniforms hanging in the third grade of junior high school. A female classmate who was blocking the way sat back to her seat.

"Lao Xia, the test paper has come down!"

The round face had a tight skin, looked tender, and her cheeks were flushed. The fat man shook the figure sleeping beside him and spoke excitedly.

"You got full marks in mathematics and English."

The latter raised his face slightly, his eyes clear, and there was no sleepiness. He quickly put away a note with handwriting from his hands and put it in his pocket.

"What about my Chinese?"

"One Hundred and Twenty..." The little fat man Zhao Dezhu gave a thumbs up: "It's a foregone conclusion that you were admitted to a key high school in Jiaohe County..... Hey, what were you writing just now? It was mysterious."

"nothing."

Xia Yi looked at other places to respond casually, put down the pen, and reached out to pull Zhao Dezhu over: "This time is just a test, you must hurry up... This Saturday, come to my house, I will teach you if you don't understand."

In the afternoon, he looked at the front row of the adjacent group of seats, with his thin back and two braids, as if he felt a look at him. He turned his face slightly and glanced at him with big eyes. When he saw the boy looking at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and soon disappeared, with a faint blush. He quickly sat down, his eyes were watery and looked straight to the door until the teacher came in.

"Hello! Teacher-"

The whole class of forty-three students stood up and said hello. The next step was to give lectures and listen to the lectures as usual. They were about to get into high school. The pressure of junior high school in the third year is quite high for students. A good high school will also affect the colleges they will take to in the future.

The fat man twisted and twisted his seat, biting his pen and trying hard to listen to what the teacher said. However, the blank space in the text book was written with the words "flower" and there was a picture of "little man" next to it.

Next to it, Xia Yi took notes, and carefully took out the previous note from his pocket in the gap, pinched it into a ball, and threw it away at the girl's position while the teacher was not paying attention on the podium.

"Qinghe." He called out in a low voice.

On the podium, the back of whom, who was writing classical Chinese turned from the blackboard, stroked the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the boy with a slightly slanted body.

"Xia Yi!"

The latter was startled and stood up quickly: "Come!"

"What were you doing just now?!"

"Report to the teacher, Zhao Dezhu's fart was ugly, I'll move it a little."

The fat man quickly raised his hand.

“I ate a bit heavy this morning!”

The two of them sang together, and the whole class immediately laughed. The girl named Qinghe looked back at him, her eyes turned into crescent moons, but her feet under the table hooked the ball of paper, picked it up carefully, pinched it in the palm of her hand and put it in her pocket without any trace, and continued to concentrate on taking notes.

After class, Xia Yi ran to Qinghe with his textbook and notes, pointing to some questions above: "I don't understand this and this, so tell me."

"You get the full mark in mathematics, and I'm only in my early 100s..." Qinghe rolled his eyes at him, turned his direction, and then looked at him, muttering: "If you want to talk, you should tell me."

When he was so close, Xia Yi naturally heard this sentence and waved his hand to squeeze the deskmate next to the girl aside, causing the fat man to make a long "oh" sound.

"oh--"

The other students who were still in the classroom followed and spoke meaningfully.

Qinghe's neck turned red. When he heard Xia Yi's voice talking on the topic, his hands holding the pen were trembling slightly. After a while, Xia Yi, who had put down the pen, suddenly asked softly: "Have you read the note I threw to you in class?"

"No!"

Qinghe blinked his slightly curled eyelashes, his face turned red, and he answered very simply, staring at the question, and the tip of his pen was squirting.

"..." Xia Yi was a little disappointed. When he returned to his seat, the bell rang. He looked at the girl who was busy looking at the textbook and had to do his own thing.

"What is it written on your note?" The fat man started gossiping before the Chinese teacher entered the classroom, "Are you telling Qinghe? Let her be your girlfriend?"

Xia Yi glanced at Qinghe not far away and knocked the fat man on the head with a book.

"I asked her to study together for the week, and then... to take the same high school together, but unfortunately she didn't seem to see it...I don't know if she will watch it..."

The man and the woman didn't say much in the next time, but they still sat together during the break, holding their own books and notes to discuss problems with each other.

Xia Yi was simple-minded and tried her best to help her, trying to get into the top ten from the top twenty. Occasionally, her fingers were touching each other inadvertently, and she quickly separated like an electric shock, and both of them turned red.

After school, the west clouds dyed red clouds.

The fat man was waiting for Xia Yi at the door. Xia Yi packed up his books and walked out with Qinghe. Except for Zhao Dezhu joking from time to time, the men and women carrying their schoolbags on the other side did not speak.

All the way to the outside of the school, Qinghecai, Xia Yi and Fatty were separated.

"I'm going home."

She lowered her head slightly and said softly, turning around and walking to the other direction of the fork. The fat man poked Xia Yi who was still watching beside her, "Everyone has left, why are you watching? We're going back too."

"Um."

Xia Yi nodded, turned around and took a few steps, and suddenly a crisp female voice was shouting: "Xia Yi!"

The two people who walked back stopped and turned around to look.

The red clouds were like tides coming, and the redness was red. Qinghe Qiaosheng stood there, with her hands horned in front of her mouth.

"I've read the note, I'll come tomorrow!"

When I put my hands down, it was a sweet smile.

Xia Yi also laughed and waved her hand.

"Goodbye Qinghe."

In our youthful time, there is always a kind of nostalgic emotion that passes by quickly from our memories, but it will never be completely forgotten by forgetting the past.

It's like a deskmate playing together.

A hairdresser who catches fish together.
Chapter completed!