The floating world sinks slightly

This holiday, many students are hurrying to use all their spare time to study and enrich themselves. Even many people who never study much on weekdays asked their parents to enroll themselves in an extracurricular cram school to make up for mathematics, physics and chemistry. of.

How to put it, the college entrance examination is less than a year away, and it's time to get nervous.

Mo Chengshen's life is quite comfortable. He lies at home with the air conditioner on every day, takes a nap on time after lunch, and goes to bed early at night, sleeping until seven or eight o'clock in the morning. Sleep for ten or so hours.

It's not that he doesn't study, how to put it, he also spends two or three hours a day doing homework and reading books.

The rest of the time is for free use, writing a diary, watching idol dramas with Mo's mother, or going to play basketball with Mo's father or something.

All in all, I don't have any self-consciousness as a senior high school student.

After the official start of the last semester of the third year of high school, even if Mo Chengshen wanted to slack off, the head teacher and the teachers of each subject would not allow him to give himself a little leeway.

Now the whole day's life is just taking exams, making papers, lecturing papers, and making papers again. Mo Chengshen doesn't know how much new knowledge he has learned. This busy study has left him with little time to write in his diary. For how many days in a row, there are only dates and days in the diary.

You see, today's diary, October 10, is 11 days from the last time I saw Teacher Xia.

Mo Chengshen really doesn't think about Mr. Xia very much now. He only thinks about him when he writes his diary, his smile, his anger, and his silence when he rests his chin.

The night 111 days ago was the night when he lost his composure. Later, that scene never happened to him again.

Teacher Xia left and left this school. In fact, Mo Chengshen should have thought of it earlier, and Teacher Xia had already given him enough hints.

But he only lives in his own world, what he hears and sees is what he wants to hear and see.As for the others, they turned a deaf ear to it, and no one was to blame for the result they got now.

Mo Chengshen faced his mistakes calmly. Maybe Teacher Xia was right. He was just a child, and he still didn't understand many emotional things. What he needed was the polishing of time.

It was Mo Chengshen's birthday at the end of the year, and his parents gathered in a small rental house to cut a cake for Mo Chengshen to celebrate his coming-of-age ceremony.

Mo Chengshen suddenly thought of this time last year. At that time, Teacher Meng should have just found out that she was pregnant, and Teacher Xia had just completely severed ties with Prince Wang.

Teacher Xia, unlike himself, has both parents.

At that time, no one complained about him, how sad he must have been.

The final exam of the last semester of the third year of high school passed quickly, followed by a new round of lecture papers, paper making, and make-up lessons.

The official holiday is already the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, and Mo Chengshen is packing the books in his bag, planning to leave school after packing.

A classmate in the class stood at the door and stopped him, saying that someone was looking for him.

He put down the test paper in his hand, wrapped his down jacket tighter, and walked out of the classroom. He didn't expect that Li Haoyu would be standing at the door.

This tablemate who has been with me for more than a year has achieved pretty good grades in recent times, much better than when he was in the first and second grades of high school. Mo Chengshen has seen him on the school's big list several times in a row. Name, every time, his position is higher than the previous time.

Looking back and thinking about myself, the corners of Mo Chengshen's mouth couldn't even pull out a wry smile. The last time he was on the top list in school was probably in his freshman year, no, it seemed to be once in his sophomore year.

However, things like grades seem to be less important to Mo Chengshen now, as success or failure is a matter of an instant.Whatever the outcome, just be happy with the situation.

Li Haoyu rubbed his red hands, breathed white air non-stop, stomped his feet wearing big cotton shoes on the ground, shrunk his face into the scarf as much as possible, and looked around.

Seeing his childish scene, Mo Cheng was deeply dumbfounded. Most of the time, he still didn't seem to have grown up.

But it's snowing outside, so it's really cold.

After Li Haoyu saw Mo Chengshen, he smiled, poked his neck out from the scarf, and stretched out his frozen red face. He gestured towards Mo Chengshen with one hand, signaling him to hurry over.The other hand reached into the pocket of the down jacket, and after a long time, he took out a crumpled envelope, and then stuffed the envelope into Mo Chengshen's hand.

"What is this?" Mo Chengshen was curious, and was about to open it, but was stopped by Li Haoyu. He clamped the seal of the envelope with his cold fingertips, looked into Mo Chengshen's eyes, "Don't open it yet, go back!" Let's see at home."

After finishing speaking, he took a step back, waved his hand, and said goodbye to Mo Chengshen.

Okay, he said to watch it when we go home, then let’s watch it again when we go home, it’s not too late.Mo Chengshen thought so.

But when he got home, when he went to look for the letter again, he suddenly recalled that after he got the envelope, he put it in the Chinese book without any hassle.

No need to think about the Chinese documents in the first semester of the second year of high school. Mo Chengshen definitely didn't bring them home, but stayed in the rental house.

Simply, let's read it after school starts. It is estimated that what Li Haoyu gave himself is not something important.

Mo Chengshen planned this way, but it was the Spring Festival at that time, and he had been on winter vacation for nearly half a month. There were so many things to do after school started, how could he remember this trivial matter.

So the envelope was still quietly lying in the Chinese book.

After Mo Chengshen's college entrance examination, he sorted out all the review materials.