the depths of time warm me

The pressure in the second semester of the second year of high school increased, and An Mu had to solve the leftover homework of the day in the classroom after school every day.She set small goals for herself one by one, and Zi Tong stayed with An Mu in the classroom every night.She can always find her own fun: use the light to map various gestures on the wall, draw various portraits on the blackboard with chalk, run after each other with Xia Chen, and look at the sky through the window. The stars, the lights in the distance are flickering, and I will write some sentimental sentences out of breath, and watch it dissipate, in a daze.When An Mu finished, the two ran to the dormitory together.

Entering the third year of senior high school, the students put themselves into the more arduous study one by one. Most of those who can enter this high school are not bad, and a few children from rich families also choose the path of art examination. The atmosphere of learning It is getting thicker and thicker.In this atmosphere, Zitong also picked up a pen and paper, and began to do his homework.Zitong is not weak in subjects that are partial to literature, but the one that gives her a headache is mathematics.First, she took the math textbook and asked Xia Chen to go through the textbook page by page, and then the basic question types.Xia Chen was very enthusiastic to help Zitong explain all kinds of difficulties, and was also responsible for giving her questions every day. The amount was not much, but the effect was not bad.Every time in the big quiz, Zitong doesn't care about his own results, but after the report card comes out, he always checks Anmu's results.

Perhaps because of being too nervous, An Mu's results in the two mock exams were not satisfactory, and even regressed.For this reason, during the morning reading time, English, ancient poems, classical Chinese, formulas, papers... An Mu recited crazily.In and out of class, except for the toilet, I would write and write in my seat. When encountering a problem, I would take out a scratch paper and write calculations there, or discuss it with others, or rush to the teacher's office to ask for advice.Turning off the lights at night, I escaped the sudden investigation by the dorm aunt, and I had to take out the small desk lamp to sort out the wrong questions.An Mu devoted all his time to studying. This situation did not make Zi Tong happy, but a little worried.

That night, Zitong heard the sound of sobbing in a daze, opened his eyes, and saw An Mu leaning against the wall, shoulders that were constantly shrugging because of sobbing, Zitong got up, came to An Mu's bed, and stretched out his arms to hug hold her.An Mu was talking there quietly, while Zitong listened silently, listening to her tell her parents, their care and devotion, her shame and self-blame.Zi Tong has never enjoyed these things, but An Mu is very happy.The faint moonlight casts two cuddling backs on the wall, accompanied by bursts of snoring, stirring the respective thoughts of the two girls.

After class the next day, Zi Tong summoned An Mu and Xia Chen, and solemnly announced the launch of a battle plan. The three of them helped each other to face the college entrance examination.Zitong is in charge of the subject of partial literature, An Mu is in charge of English, and Xia Chen is mainly responsible for teaching mathematics to the two of them.Therefore, it is often seen that the three of them are discussing something enthusiastically together.