When I first year of high school, no one in the school doesn’t know his name, but there are always exceptions.

As a representative of the freshman, he spoke on stage with a pure and magnetic voice, handsome face, and a dull blue school uniform that gives people a refreshing and energetic feeling.

On the first day, he made almost all girls in the school remember his face.

He has excellent grades, but the male protagonist in the comics has a tacit face. He is not forced to speak, and he will never speak. The relationship between men and women is cut off by himself.

In the golden October, the orange trees in the school were filled with oranges of all sizes. He quietly walked under a sycamore tree with a book called "Wuthering Heights" and sat on the ground. He originally thought that there would be no one in the school during the break, but soon, a rustling sound came from his ears, and then he heard the sound of "Pu, Pu!" connected.

He ignored it and continued to read his own book, reading the part where Heathcliff was bullied by Shindley, and imagined it in his mind at the same time.

"ah……"

"What a pity! What should I do?"

The female voice that appeared at the same place forced him to stop imagining and close the novel. He walked gently to several orange trees side by side, and saw a girl in a beige dress squatting on the ground, carefully picking up the oranges that had fallen onto the ground, and was not afraid of staining his skirt at all, and stuffing the oranges he picked up into his arms. He counted ten oranges, three small ones, four big ones, and three had already sacrificed heroically!

He watched quietly, watching the girl hugging the orange and walking away without making any sound along the classroom dormitory leading to the back of the student building.

He smiled, but he didn't expect that the oranges grown in school for viewing would be mouth-watering!

Another week later, he brought "Pride and Prejudice" to the paulownia tree again, his eyes capturing every word and feeling every sigh in it, but he couldn't help but slow down. He thought in his mind that the girl was in the same grade as him, and was in the next class.

The same sound reached his ear again. He couldn't help but walk forward, stood in the last position, and watched, put on a set of denim overalls, and pointed to a stick that was 1.5 meters long, hooking the orange on the tip of the branch.

He looked at her holding the oranges that were not receiving much, and left in disappointment.

On Monday, the school principal announced in front of all the students: I don’t know how many of you have picked the oranges from the school. However, if you want to eat oranges, don’t trample on every grass and tree around you. Moreover, look at the oranges on the trees, there are not many left in the trees now, and they are actually the oranges from the school. Of course, it’s the most delicious to let the teachers and classmates share with you! So, you understand!

She stood in the middle, lowered her head embarrassedly, and he stood behind her, staring at her side face, not knowing whether to laugh or laugh!

It was still one weekend. He did not bring the novel and came alone under the sycamore tree. After standing for a long time, he didn't hear any sound from the orange tree. He thought about it, walked decisively to the orange tree, stood on the flower bed, stretched out his hand, and easily picked an orange. He ed it, full of a fragrant citrus smell.

He held the oranges in his hand and walked to the teacher's dormitory where his mother lived. He saw the girl squatting next to a dormitory, sitting next to a gray-haired old lady sitting on a recliner with sunshine: "Grandma, I can't help you pick oranges. Although I didn't break the flowers and plants, I did pick a lot of oranges from the three orange trees."

"Okay, I understand, I feel wronged you!"

"Grandma, if you still want to eat oranges, I'll buy them, okay?"

"Miao'er, grandma, I don't want to eat oranges, I just can't forget the smell of oranges in school, grandma can't forget..."

He did not deliberately eavesdrop on the conversation between her and her grandmother, but his feet did not listen to their own orders and could not move even if they wanted to. Moreover, he subconsciously wanted to hear it.

He put the orange on his lips and nose and ed it again, with no other smell except the orange.

She was a little listless when she was in school. She loved to be distracted in class. She loved to fall when walking after class. She was in a daze when eating. She listened to the whistle of the physical education teacher without any response...

She leaned against her schoolbag and sat in the classroom, pretending to be busy rushing homework. In fact, she just waited until everyone was exposed so that she could pick oranges!

Everything was the same as she wanted. Soon, everyone rushed home and the teacher rushed to get off work. She carried her schoolbag and ran to the orange tree. She looked up at the only three big oranges hanging on the tip of the tree. She immediately lowered her head. No matter what, she couldn't pick it!

"You get out of here first!"

He walked to her side quietly, held a bamboo pole that was nearly five meters long, and knocked down the orange in a few seconds. She caught it repeatedly and found that every orange was completely unscathed.

"Thank you!" She bowed ninety degrees with the orange in her arms.

"I love oranges too. Can you give me one?"

"Of course!"

That night, her grandmother was eating oranges and burst into tears, "Miao'er, it's the taste your grandfather brought to me!"

After the weekend of that week, none of the oranges on the trees were left.

She remembered him. She went to school early, reached into the drawer, and found an orange.

It was her last orange in that autumn.
Chapter completed!