The sweet smell of citrus

"!"

"So fast?"

"It's almost four o'clock, and you really should go back."

I have been struggling with this matter for a long time, now Cheng Jialan is no longer pretentious, but he was a little disappointed when he stepped out of the house.

The imperial capital is covered with snow, and the outside of the house is still white, only the snow and ice on the road have melted. Cheng Weiguo's black car was parked by the side of the road, and he stood by the door in a black down coat, saying hello to Cheng Jialan and Song Yi .

"Lanlan, come here."

"Uncle Cheng." Song Yi greeted him.

Cheng Weiguo patted her on the shoulder in a friendly manner, opened the rear door, and let Cheng Jialan get in the car.

After Cheng Jialan got into the car, Cheng Weiguo slammed the car door shut, whispered a few words to Song Yi, the two looked at each other, then moved a few steps to the door of Song Yi's house.

When Cheng Jialan sat down, he looked forward and found that his father was gone.

Dazed, he looked outside and found that the squad leader was gone.

Taking a closer look, I found that my father and the squad leader were standing together inexplicably.

The two seem to be talking.

She was a little puzzled, what did father and the monitor have to say?

Just as he was about to get out of the car to find out something, Lao Cheng was already heading back.

Cheng Jialan began to ask Cheng Weiguo what he and Song Yi had said since he got in the car, but Cheng Weiguo didn't answer directly, just didn't say anything, which made her a little bit unacceptable, and started asking all kinds of questions.

The black car started quickly and drove onto the road. Cheng Jialan looked at Song Yi standing at the door from a distance through the rear glass of the car, and two words suddenly flashed in his mind.

Get together and part.

I was filled with emotions for a while, and suddenly there was a sour emotion.

-

Song Yi saw her gradually go away, and kept repeating Cheng Weiguo's words in his heart:

The future is long and you are excellent.

In the future, Lan Lan may continue to trouble you to take care of her.

Not only in high school, if you go to Shanghai in the future, you can also lend a helping hand.

Standing at the door for a while, Song Yi rubbed his hands and hurried in as his body became colder and colder.

After five o'clock, the sky began to snow, and it snowed again in the imperial capital.

Clean up the house, cook the noodles and soup for the evening, glance at the small house under the warm yellow light and the photos in the glass showcase, maybe this is the future.

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That night.

Sure enough, Cheng Jialan sent a video in a hurry. As agreed, when watching the Spring Festival Gala, they commented on each other's programs. When the Spring Festival Gala was over and the vigil started, the two of them talked less and less.

Later on, Song Yi, who had an abnormally regular schedule, became a little sleepy.

She half-closed her eyes, and Cheng Jialan took a look, "Squad leader, if you are tired, go to bed early!"

"The vigil is just a form, as long as you have your heart."

Song Yi hummed lazily, followed his desire to wash and rest happily.

Before going to sleep, she was going to press the video button, but she forgot about it after wiping her face. So, after dazedly groping into the quilt, the mobile phone was still quietly standing on her desk.

After a long time.

Cheng Jialan's side also ended, and she went back to her bedroom with her mobile phone in her arms. On the screen of her mobile phone, she could vaguely see Song Yi sleeping.

It's strange that the squad leader looks so regular even when he sleeps.

It has been two hours since I lay down, and it seems that I haven't turned over, my hands just pressed against the quilt, motionless, there is a kind of serious contrast to cuteness.

After watching for a long time, I gradually became sleepy.

She lowered her voice, whispered a happy new year to the phone screen, and then turned off the screen.

This year has passed.

Waking up from a dream all night, eyes touching the sun, the new year is coming soon.

The next day.

With the new snow and the new year, I will spend the first day of the new year with my WeChat friends, and after the first day of the new year, the third year of high school will start soon.

The last review sprint before the college entrance examination will start soon.

The high school life belonging to Song Yi and Cheng Jialan will also come to an end in this last semester.

Chapter 52 Maybe, This Is the Power of Keke

As soon as school started, the teacher sent out a lot of test papers and review materials, and started the first round of review before the college entrance examination.

Countless test papers are like snowflakes. Every student is buried in the classroom and test papers from morning to night. The atmosphere is a little tense, and the countdown to the college entrance examination that changes every day on the blackboard silently narrates this passage that belongs to the students. The green chūn.

Cheng Jialan had been elated for a long time because she was able to see the class monitor again at the beginning of school, but after the real school started, she found that time passed too quickly during the substantial review period.

She didn't even have time to say a few words to the monitor, and the day passed.

Then a few more glances, a few more lectures, and another day passed.

Time passed quickly, and the school organized another high school level exam when caught off guard.

Because I haven't entered this review state yet, I've been a little wandering for a while, and Cheng Jialan's results in this proficiency test are not satisfactory.

But the monitor's grades are still dazzling.

Even more dazzling than last semester, under the blessing of the sea of ​​questions tactics, Song Yi, who reviewed calmly, self-disciplined and smart, faced the exam with confidence and won the championship.

Because it was the review stage, the teachers changed the test papers very quickly, and everyone got their own test papers within two days after the test.