Back to the past to fall in love [system]

Walking to the first floor, Xu Ziran saw Qiu Yurou's back.

She was carrying a gray canvas backpack, and she lowered her head when she walked, her sense of presence was unbelievably low.

If Xu Ziran hadn't been looking for her on purpose, he probably wouldn't have noticed such a person in the crowd.

Xu Ziran thought of Qiu Yurou who walked casually in the crowd ten years later and looked awe-inspiring, and felt that even if they looked exactly the same, they didn't look like the same person.

No wonder they gradually became close after college. Xu Ziran has always only become friends with people he admires. If Qiu Yurou had always been as gloomy as she was in high school, no matter how talented the other party was, Xu Ziran would never get close to her.

But now, there is a strange system that makes her have to get closer to Qiu Yurou.

Xu Ziran scratched his head, and walked quickly to Qiu Yurou's side.

She originally wanted to grab Qiu Yurou's wrist, but recalling the previous experience of being rejected repeatedly, she stopped her hand and only said, "Let's go together."

Qiu Yurou glanced at her, didn't speak, just picked up the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, and quickened her pace.

Xu Ziran: "..." This is really, how much you dislike me.

If Xu Ziran, who was in high school, encountered the current situation, he would definitely give up—who is not a young man, but the 29-year-old Xu Ziran has already developed a good face, let alone such a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, In her eyes, she was just a child.

She knows that girls of this age are sensitive and impulsive, and often embarrass themselves and others for inexplicable reasons. In fact, most problems can be solved only by communication.

So she also quickened her pace to keep up with Qiu Yurou's pace.

Xu Ziran followed Qiu Yurou through the crowded crowd, and gradually arrived at a place where the crowds were less crowded. Looking around, he found that it was a bicycle garage.

She secretly thought something was wrong, and only now remembered that she used to ride a bicycle to and from school in high school.

However, she has long since forgotten what her high school bicycle looked like and where it was parked.

She tried not to let her bewilderment show on her face, and looked over and over again at the bicycle parking space in the first year of high school, hoping to find her own bicycle.

When her head was as big as a bucket, Tian Jiaqi and Meng Shitao came in from the entrance, Meng Shitao greeted Xu Ziran, but Tian Jiaqi pretended not to see Xu Ziran, walked past her with a cold face, went to a bicycle, opened the car Lock.

Xu Ziran's eyes lit up, remembering that his bicycle had always been parked next to Tian Jiaqi.

She hurriedly walked to Tian Jiaqi's side, and she found the bicycle from her high school days that she recognized immediately after seeing it, although her impression was blurred. Out.

When pushing the car out, she inevitably bumped into Tian Jiaqi, so she said "sorry" subconsciously.

Tian Jiaqi was just expressionless at first, but when she heard this sentence, she seemed to have been insulted, she frowned and closed her mouth tightly, turned her head to the side, not looking at Xu Ziran.

Seeing Tian Jiaqi's expression, Xu Ziran felt suffocated and thought to himself: She must be crying.

Tian Jiaqi has always felt that polite words such as "sorry" and "thank you" should not be said among friends. Xu Ziran said this, as if she no longer regarded her as a friend.

Tian Jiaqi usually looks arrogant and narcissistic, but she is actually a crybaby.

It's just that she is too proud, and she will never show a weak look in front of others. No matter how wronged the situation was, she will only cry silently after returning home.

Xu Ziran suddenly thought that she might not know 29-year-old Tian Jiaqi anymore, but in this world, the person who knows 15-year-old Tian Jiaqi best must be Xu Ziran.

She couldn't help but squeezed the handle of the car, and finally pushed the car and walked out of the garage with a hard heart——Qiu Yurou didn't wait for her at all, and she was gone now.

She got out of the garage, but she still didn't see Qiu Yurou. She thought that the other party must have left on a bicycle, and knew in her heart that it was probably useless to catch up, so she finally gave up and rode back home as she remembered.

The road planning of the school area has undergone great changes in the past ten years. Three years later, there are two national highway asphalt roads on the left and right sides, and the next row is full of residential buildings and large shopping malls.

But now the road is still being built on the left side of the school, and the road on the right side is still made of cement. The road is full of wasteland and bare mountains.

For Xu Ziran, this experience of riding a bicycle home is a long time absence, and it is still a little strange, so he slowly pedals the bicycle all the way, while wanting to enjoy the long-lost scenery along the way.

However, as far as the eye can see, there are overgrown grass or abandoned fields. The setting sun dyes the fields orange red, but the scenery is even more messy and gloomy.

Qiu Yurou was pushing the cart and was limping forward.

It looked like she had injured her right foot and was unable to ride the bike, so had to push it.

Xu Ziran frowned slightly, knowing that Qiu Yurou was still injured when Hu Tutu hit him just now.

She quickly speeded up and came to Qiu Yurou's side, then stopped.

Qiu Yurou had earphones plugged into her ears, and she didn't realize it until Xu Ziran came to her side. She seemed to be taken aback, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She raised her head and looked at Xu Ziran, her expression was a kind of confusion that had not yet dissipated.

But this confusion soon turned expressionless after seeing Xu Ziran, she lowered her head and continued walking, but this time her steps no longer limped.

Seeing Qiu Yurou like this, Xu Ziran thought of Tian Jiaqi who was holding back her tears with her lips pursed. For a moment, two kinds of guilt mixed together, and couldn't help but said: "If your feet hurt, don't walk, I'll take you."

Qiu Yurou paused and didn't speak, but this time she didn't hide the pain from her screams, and limped again.

Xu Ziran was inexplicably upset, stepped forward and grabbed Qiu Yurou's arm, and said, "Don't go, I'll take you."

This time, Qiu Yurou finally spoke after being silent for a while, "No need, I didn't hurt any bones, just a little sprain."

Xu Ziran knew that Qiu Yurou's family was all doctors, and he later became a doctor, so he didn't doubt her judgment. Thinking about his current weight, he might not be able to carry Qiu Yurou, so he no longer forced himself, just got out of the car and accompanied Qiu Yurou to push car go.

The cold wind came overwhelmingly, and got into the loose scarf around his neck. Xu Ziran shrank his neck, sniffed his nose, and then sneezed several times.

At this moment, she remembered that she was catching a cold now, no wonder she felt something was wrong, and she didn't know what time it was, whether it was the flu season or not.

She casually asked, "What's the date today?"

As soon as this question was asked, Xu Ziran felt a little silly, but to her, she really didn't know, and she was extremely curious.

She thought that Qiu Yurou would not answer, but she didn't expect Qiu Yurou to speak this time: "February 23, Wednesday."

Xu Ziran asked again: "What are the classes for tomorrow? Is today's homework those test papers?"

Qiu Yu judao: "Chinese, Chinese, English, and English in the morning, and physics, mathematics, and mathematics in the afternoon."

Xu Ziran had a ghostly expression on his face: "It's all math."

Qiu Yurou said: "The music teacher and the math teacher switched classes. Last time I didn't do well in the math test, so I changed the last section to math."

Xu Ziran kicked the stones on the ground unhappily, and suddenly thought, Qiu Yurou didn't find it strange to ask these questions by herself.

When she was thinking this way, and thinking of what to say to cover up her unscientific ignorance, Qiu Yurou said——

"Are you unhappy today?"

Xu Ziran was taken aback, thinking to himself: I don't even think you are unhappy, why do you still think I am unhappy?

But she said, "It's okay, why do you think so."

Qiu Yurou lowered her head, her voice was so soft that she couldn't hear clearly: "Didn't you just lie on the table and sigh, and didn't even listen to what the teacher said?"

Xu Ziran laughed: "I thought you hated me, but you still noticed me."

What she said was just a joke to bring the relationship closer, but it was self-defeating. Qiu Yurou was thin-skinned, so when she heard this, she simply stopped talking.

Xu Ziran sighed sadly, and then thought of talking about other redeeming topics.

She glanced at Qiu Yurou inconspicuously, and saw that the other party had taken off the earphones hanging on the scarf from her ears, so she asked, "What are you listening to, can I listen?"

Qiu Yurou nodded lightly, reached out and stretched the headphone cable in her collar, and handed it to Xu Ziran.

At this moment, Xu Ziran noticed that Qiu Yurou didn't wear gloves, and only covered most of her hands with her long sleeves, revealing a section of frozen red fingertips. The nails are round and round, with no white edges visible. Each nail is a perfect oval, lined with pink flesh and blood, like peach blossoms on branches in early spring.

Xu Ziran knew that Qiu Yurou's hands were beautiful. After many years, Qiu Yurou performed a finger-up scalpel in front of her. The silver-white scalpel and white and slender fingers, the thrilling and smooth movements formed an artistic picture. Xu Ziran At that time, I was amazed again and again, and I couldn't help asking how I practiced it.

While casually glanced at Xu Ziran, Qiu Yurou held the handle of the knife between her fingertips and flipped it over, and said with a smile, "No one else, but I'm familiar with it."

Xu Ziran asked again: "Then have you ever hurt your hand?"

Qiu Yurou then showed Xu Ziran her hand, pointed to a small scar on her thumb and said, "I was injured only once, but it was cut by scissors when I was three or four years old."

Xu Ziran saw a white raised scar about two millimeters long, on a pair of perfect and slender hands, it seemed white and slightly flawed, but it was harmless.

Seeing such beautiful hands frozen like this now, Xu Ziran couldn't help feeling a little pity, confused between the present and the future for a while, so she held them tightly with her gloved hands, feeling the coldness through the fabric and said: " Why don't you wear gloves, it's so cold."

After finishing speaking, he froze together with Qiu Yurou.

Qiu Yurou didn't expect Xu Ziran to do this, and Xu Ziran suddenly realized that she was getting carried away.

This is not the Qiu Yurou ten years later, the two admire and support each other, talking about the past and the present and imagining the future.

This is Qiu Yurou, 15 years old, so thin-skinned that even Xu Ziran feels a headache.

She let go of her hand and looked at Qiu Yurou, and Qiu Yurou looked at Xu Ziran with a blushing face. After being dazed for a long time, she didn't say much, and instead put the earphones into Xu Ziran's ears with her own hands.

Along with the coldness of the fingers, what came to my ears was the bbc English news.