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If you compare the photos of Ye Ming in his second year of junior high school with those of his second year in high school, almost no one will find that it is the same person.

"Student Ye Ming is disheveled, undisciplined, doesn't like to listen to lectures, and has a red light on his door. He is not suitable for studying."

"Student Ye Yan is very smart. Although he is relatively introverted, he loves the group very much. The teacher hopes that your good grades will continue. Come on!"

These two end-of-term comments from two homeroom teachers also make people feel that apart from the same name, this is not the same person.

There is a three-year difference between the second year of junior high school and the second year of high school, but it is enough to change the trajectory of a person's life.

In the second year of junior high school, Ye Wen could still be a bad student with nothing to do, idle, and undisciplined in the eyes of the teacher, but in the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school—that was the turning point of everything. Almost everyone in the school knew that there was a third-year student at home There was a big car accident, not to mention losing all the family's money, all the parents sitting in the front seat were killed in that car accident on the spot.

That is Ye Ming.

At that time, Ye Wen, who was sitting in the back seat, only suffered some superficial injuries abruptly, but he was almost terrified.

The first clear memory after leaving the car accident is the first time Ye Wen came back to the home alone where no one would answer the door. The whole person was like a puppet, and he couldn't even cry when he wanted to cry. In his throat, there was a low, beast-like wail.

All of a sudden, that bad student who was spurned by everyone suddenly received all the attention. The teacher called and cared for him in every possible way when he was still in the summer vacation, and the students came to his house to greet him softly—of course, there were also people who secretly guarded him. Sigh that the scourge will remain for thousands of years.

Ye Wen had nothing to care about, the house slowly quieted down, he was like a wooden man every day, when he thought of it, he simply cooked a meal for himself to solve his excretion problem, and then he was in a daze endlessly.

Since then, his hair has grown long, and no one will remind him to trim it. At night, he is so hungry that he starves in bed, and no one will take the initiative to knock on the door and bring him dinner. When a poor little Xixi who had just lost his parents was not used to living alone and kindly knocked on the door to deliver dinner, he had been hungry for two days and two nights.

On the first day of school, Ye Wen opened his eyes in the early hours of the morning, and then stared at the ceiling silently until dawn, as if he had lost his soul in a daze. Just rush to school.

That's when he came across the temperature.

He didn't remember what kind of clothes and shoes he wore in the temperature that day, but he only remembered that the boy with a little blush on his face looked at him and smiled shyly. : "I'm your new classmate, um, are you from the third year of junior high school?"

"My name is temperature, yes, yes, that is the temperature."

At that moment, Ye Wen didn't know why he suddenly burst into tears.

But the 15-year-old Ye Wen knew that it was a very dazzling light in his life, enough to change a turning point in his life that he had almost given up on.

The 28-year-old Ye Wen came to his senses and opened his eyes.

The program group has booked the entire business class, with two-person or single-person seats, and the surrounding guards are erected high to increase the privacy of each joint or single seat.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening, and a flight attendant was standing in a few rows in front of them, bending over to listen to what people were saying. Some people were still talking in low voices, but more people were resting with their eyes closed. He had a look The temperature of the neighbor seat made him drowsy, but the red scarf hadn't been taken off yet, so it looked a bit awkward under the dim light.

"You're going to catch a cold."

He whispered to himself, and didn't shake the already half-awakened temperature. He carefully took off the red scarf, pulled up the blanket on his knees, and lowered the seat a little. He stretched out his hand and touched the few strands of black hair that were hanging on his forehead and looked very cute, and then he lay down on his own contentedly.

"Good night."

Because of the embarrassing time of arriving in Q city at [-] in the morning, the director team tolerantly set the meeting time for the next morning at ten o'clock, but——

The temperature was standing at the door of Ye Wen's room almost at six o'clock in the morning, hesitating.

Should he, oh, oh, should he ask Ye Jian if he needs to put on a mask or something before going on the show?

He stood abruptly from six o'clock to 06:30, and finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door. As soon as Wen raised his hand, the door was opened from the inside——

temperature:? ? ?

Ye Wen, who was wearing a bathrobe, was wearing a mask, and his elbows were kept out. It was obvious that he opened the door with his elbows from the inside just now. His expressionless face was a bit funny. He saw the temperature in his eyes, but at that time he was holding the bag that had just been unpacked in his hand. He hardly moved his lips, and asked in a flat tone as much as possible: "What's wrong?"

Temperature: ...Although I already know the answer, what should I do if I always want to laugh?

"It's okay, I'm just a little nervous, I can't sleep, come here, um, look at you." Trying to control his facial expression and force himself to maintain a serious temperature, he stammered a bit.

Ye Wen looked at the temperature for a while through the two holes on his face, then turned around and walked into the room. Help Ye Wen close the door.

At this moment, Ye Wen turned around and walked out again, Wen Wen was stunned, and found that he was still pinching an unopened mask with two fingers.

"Go and apply a piece of this. It's easy to put on makeup. After half an hour, take it off, and you can sleep a little longer. It's okay to put it on for a while."

Wen Wen looked at Ye Wen who was explaining carefully, and felt that he was wronged by the box of mask at the bottom of the box, so he had to reach out to take Ye Wen's mask, nodded and said thank you.

Ye Wen also nodded, and took a step back. This time it was obvious that he was about to close the door. Wen Wen immediately took a step back and prepared to open his own door. He opened his door and walked in. He closed the door, but he didn't know Ye Wen looked at his tightly closed door for a while, and then slowly closed his own door. He only felt that the sound of the opposite door being closed was a bit slow.

The first thing Wen Wen did when he returned to his room was to put back the mask that he took out with great difficulty from the bottom of the suitcase.

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