Who is not Bai Yueguang?

There was no one in 157 at this time. The driver drove the car like crazy with a dull face. Bi He staggered to the last row and sat next to the window.

When I just sat down, I felt that the sun was too hot, so I moved to the shadow in the middle, and I was not afraid of rushing over to stand shoulder to shoulder with the uncle driver when the brakes suddenly stopped.

The old-fashioned buses on the outskirts of the city do not have air-conditioning, and even with the wind gushing in from the windows, a thin layer of sweat still formed on Bi He's forehead.

He was wondering what the point of this trip was, a bus trip around the city?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a reason, and then I thought about when I had something meaningful, and suddenly realized.

The bus rushed and stopped, and gradually entered the city. A high school student on a bicycle came from a distance from the opposite non-motorized vehicle lane. Bi He turned his head and saw it. With a cheap mouth, he jumped to the window and shouted at others. : "Kids! Are you skipping class?!"

The children ignored him, and the mountain bike crossed the fork in a cool way.

Bi He whistled, retreated and sat down.

After sitting down for a while, the bus pulled into the stop, he looked up at the stop sign with vacant eyes, and stood up awkwardly.

"Master! Come on."

The back door of the car, which was already closed, opened suddenly, probably with the anger of many drivers mixed in.

Bi He jumped out of the car, the sun blinded him a little.He put his palm on his forehead and looked up at the content on the stop sign.

Route 325, the terminal station is Chengdong Passenger Transport Center, passing through the No. [-] Middle School Station of the City.

When Bi He stepped onto the intersection outside the No. [-] Middle School, he felt his footsteps were a little floating.

Many people have suffered a curse when they were studying, that is, they must renovate every school they graduate.Bi He has not experienced graduation, but he has suffered the same curse.

In Bi He’s memory, there was a row of small bungalow shops extending from the street to the end of the school opposite the school. They were nothing more than stationery stores and small restaurants, and they were overcrowded when school was over.Before Bi He got out of the car, he found that the small bungalow had already been demolished, and the one-way road that was always jammed in front of the school had been expanded for many meters by the corpses of small shops and turned into a wide road. The greenery and street lights are quite post-modern.

In the past, this road was blocked every time it was time to go to and from school. The four-wheelers and the two-wheelers competed for each other's seats. When it rained, most people's school uniforms would suffer, so that Bi He sometimes went to school in the morning. This section of the road is depressing.

Now the road is wide open, and I think it's time for the juniors to study hard and make progress every day.

Bi He stood at the intersection and waited for the red light. He originally wanted to try his luck. He had to prepare a gift for Sister Rui’s birthday, which was too expensive. Why not come here to see if there are any interesting gadgets.

He has never liked shopping, but he knows where there is a shop opposite the school where he can buy birthday gifts.It's just that now that the store has been demolished, he is very helpless.

The small shopping mall across the intersection from the school is still there. McDonald's beat KFC to occupy the most prominent position on the first floor. Bi He walked around outside, found a small gift shop and went in.

Near the door, two girls in school uniforms of the No. [-] Middle School were standing in front of the shelf talking in a low voice, and turned their heads to look at Bi He when he came in.

Bi He also turned his head to look at them, and the two little girls blushed, turned their heads and continued talking, and stopped looking at him.

She skipped class again, can No. [-] Middle School get better?

Maybe it was opened near the school, usually middle school students come here, no one comes to greet the customers in the small gift shop, young girls are sitting at the cash register watching TV dramas, and the voice of the heroine comes from a special costume drama girl The main character's voice acting is great.

Bi He quite likes her, especially in a certain Xianxia drama, she called "Brother Zhiqu".

It's a pity that Sister Rui doesn't like to watch TV dramas, otherwise he can print a big pictorial of the heroine and send it to her on the wall. He thinks they look alike.

Bi He walked around the shelves, and most of the shops in the store are things that middle school girls like. The pink shell foundation box is so perfunctory that even Bi He can see that it is not real.

He stopped and looked around the shelf in front of him for the last time, and his eyes stopped on the item in the innermost shelf.

The thing was placed a little high, and he stretched it out to get it, but his hands were still a little heavy, and he almost lost his grip.

A round glass ball with a pair of ugly piglets inside.Perhaps it was left for too long, and the surface of the glass sphere was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Such an old-fashioned little decoration, maybe even the owner himself didn't bother to take it down to have a look.

Bi He took the glass ball in his hand and looked at it for a few moments, then shook it lightly, and snow began to fall on the heads of the two little pigs.

He had really bought such an old-fashioned gift before.

There are also two little pigs sitting on it, and it can snow with a shake. The difference is that the little pigs in the glass ball he bought are wearing Christmas hats on the left and right. As for the color of the hats, Bi He didn't remember.

He only remembered that the glass ball was not given out as a gift in the end.

In fact, it’s okay if you don’t give it away. This kind of cheap and practical little gift, the recipient will probably only think of its existence again after a long time when moving or cleaning. If you want to throw it away, it will hinder the gift giver The noodles are not easy to throw away, and become useless items that take up space.

I don't know how he bought such a thing at that time.

Bi He blinked, put the glass ball back, put his hands in his pockets and shook it out.

When going out, the little girl at the cash register was still watching a TV series, and Bi He thought to herself that the actress who played the leading role was really unprofessional, so she didn’t need to dub after watching her go.

I have nothing to do when I'm free, and I came anyway, so Bi He decided to go to the school for a walk on a whim.

The No. [-] Middle School is closed, and no one is allowed to enter. He lingered at the door, ran to the guard room and knocked on the window glass, pretending to be an art candidate without school uniform without changing his face.

The guard looked at him suspiciously: "Which class is it?"

Bi He opened his mouth and came: "Class 17, Senior Three."

The guard: "There is no Class 17 in the third year of high school, get out."

Bi He: "..."

In just a few years, there is no Class 17 anymore, you have changed in No. [-] Middle School!

I was so bored that I walked around to the side door. There was no guard watching here, but the iron door was also tightly locked, and it was facing the administrative building. Bi He reached out and shook the iron door, and a Mediterranean man with a water glass came out from the balcony on the second floor opposite. , Bi He ran away in fright.

In the middle of the run, I remembered something, walked a few steps in the direction of the side door, and escaped the visible range of the administrative building to a low wall. It can be said that I was very pleasantly surprised.

Although the ivy on the top of the wall is gone, the wall is still the same, like a silly old friend squatting and laughing in front of Bi He.

Bi He clapped his hands, and flipped over neatly in two or three strokes.

Needless to say, this is the first time he's lying on the wall by himself, so it's not too handsome.

No. [-] Middle School is not too big. There are only three teaching buildings in total. One is used for junior high school, one is used for senior one and senior two, and one is used for senior three. , left behind and independent.

Bi He glanced at Gao Sanlou from a distance, then wandered to the playground.

There were several classes in physical education, most of the girls were lazily sitting and chatting in the auditorium next to the basketball court, and on the track, I didn’t know which class was testing long-distance running.

Bi He swayed to the edge of the runway a few steps, and shouted at the boys running in front of him: "It's too slow!"

The boy took his last breath and cast a bewildered look at the stranger.

Bi He grinned, and there was a little wind on the playground, sending the noisy sounds in the distance to his ears.

He closed his eyes, and the voice in his head seemed to be getting louder, and he didn't even know where the radio was playing the athletes' march.

"Senior Class 17! Is Class 17 here yet?!"

Bi He stood a few meters away from the check-in office, looked at the crowd and the volunteers with half-irritated faces, and nervously tugged on the sports jacket that didn't fit well.

"Report for the last time. No one in class 17 of the second year of high school will be regarded as an abstention!"

Bi He opened his mouth: "I..."

"arrive."

A hearty male voice sounded from behind, Bi He was taken aback, and when he turned around, he saw someone standing behind him.

Xue Qiao showed a comforting smile to Bi He, turned his head and raised the volume and said to the inspector: "Second year 17 is here."

After finishing speaking, he put one hand on Bi He's shoulder, and led him with just the right strength to squeeze into the desk at the inspection office, signed and received the number plate.

Bi He's hand holding the pen trembled a little, and he lowered his head and slowly signed his name on the notebook.

"Thank you." Xue Qiao took the number plate from the volunteer's hand, pulled Bi He out of the crowd, bowed his head and carefully pasted the number plate on his clothes.

The first group on the runway was already warming up and getting ready. Bi He looked up and then looked down at the slender hands in front of his clothes.

He opened his mouth, a little nervous: "Ah Qiao..."

Xue Qiao helped him paste the number plate, took a step back and straightened his back. Hearing this, he also looked at him, with a smile on his handsome face: "What's wrong?"