let loose

As soon as the college entrance examination is over, the second year of high school also entered the review stage.

Entering mid-June, the noon sun is becoming more and more venomous, the ceiling fan is retired, the air conditioner is blowing lazily, and the summer sleepy bugs are always naughty and entangled, making the students drowsy after class.

The last monthly exam of this semester is scheduled at the end of this month, which is considered a relatively normal exam. This time, Song Mian failed to make a big leap like last time, and her total score even dropped by nearly [-] points, and her grade rank was around [-].

It may be that the breakthrough last time made him overly excited, so he was a little bit hit, and he slumped for a long time before he regained his energy and continued to study.

"Let me ask you, what is the boundary line between the Hexi Corridor and Qaidam, I just reviewed it at noon, remember?"

The screen of the mobile phone is narrow after all, because Jiang Zhou is sitting close to the desk to write, and the camera can only frame half of his profile.

"It's okay if you don't remember." After waiting for a while without waiting for a response, Jiang Zhou lowered his eyes and glanced at the lens of the lens slightly, and said, "Let's read the book first to deepen the impression. You must take Lesson Three and Nine."

"Oh."

Here Song Mian picked up the pen that was left next to the computer, and flipped through the book in a hurry, afraid that if he didn't notice, Jiang Zhou would find out that he was just distracted.

Perhaps because the contours of a person's face are always softer under the light, Jiang Zhou's nose bridge is the most prominent part of the facial features, and it is very high.

Every time Song Mian raises her head, even if she just glances casually, the first thing she sees is his nose, and then she falls in love with him unknowingly.

"I seem to have found it. Is it Qi, the Qilian Mountains?"

The tip of the pen tapped on the page, and the ink fell. Song Mian glanced at Jiang Zhou's face and asked softly.

Hearing the soft, probing tone, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but twitched the corner of his lower lip, "Yes, yes, no, no. When doing the questions, is there an option like this?"

"Okay! It's Qilian Mountain, Qilian Mountain!" Song Mian shook her head and circled the words Qilian Mountain on the test paper.

Recently, Song Mian has undergone some changes. The most obvious is that she no longer avoids school and takes classes seriously.

He has the basics. He got good grades in junior high school and was able to rank at the top of the class. The thing that broke him the most was mathematics.

Occasionally, he would take the initiative to ask Jiang Zhou questions, although the questions he took were relatively basic.

It's not so unbelievable. Jiang Zhou is very happy to see him like this. Seeing him working hard, thinking about it sometimes makes him feel so cute. Even if his progress is slow like a snail, he feels relieved.

At least this proved that what Song Mian said in the self-criticism was not fooling him.

As a result, the time the two of them used to talk about each other every night has recently turned into a one-on-one video tutoring class, which is exclusively customized.

"Go to sleep after finishing this question."

Seeing that the time in the upper left corner of the screen jumped to 2:34, Jiang Zhou put away his pen and said a word without raising his head.

The night outside the balcony was as black as ink, a phenomenon that the night was already deep.

"It's almost there." Song Mian responded casually, turning a page of the book, "I'll read it later, I haven't remembered those mountain ranges yet."

"You can remember it tomorrow." Jiang Zhou said, "Today is too late."

"Then I have to work hard." Song Mian glanced at the time, it was really late, he covered his mouth and yawned reservedly, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, took a sip slowly, and said: " The final exam is half a month away, and I want to climb two more places."

"Ranking is nothing, as long as your knowledge continues to expand, that's the most important thing." Jiang Zhou frowned disapprovingly.

"I want to improve." Song Mian smiled slightly, her eyes were bent, and there was even a hint of cunning in her smile: "I want to be worthy of you."

"Brother, don't worry."

After a moment of silence, Song Mian said again, "I will study hard, and you will definitely see my progress."

Probably liking you will make me feel inferior, so I hate myself who is full of shortcomings.

I will not let myself rot into the mud, even if the wall I am climbing is covered with brambles, even if the blood is dripping, I will move forward.

"I'm waiting." Jiang Zhou bent his knuckles and tapped Song Mian's forehead in the camera, "Take your time." His brows and eyes softened a little, "Go and rest, see you tomorrow."

Song Mian smiled and nodded, then raised her head and pouted at the camera.

Jiang Zhou stared at him, then sighed helplessly after a few seconds, as if reluctantly approaching the camera, he turned his face sideways.

Seeing that she had succeeded in being coquettish, Song Mian smiled slyly, and immediately kissed him on the cheek through the screen.

Song Mian was doing his homework in the living room tonight. A prospective high school senior had a heavy workload, so he didn't go upstairs after eating supper at home.

The tip of the pen falls on the paper, the sound of the pen rustling, the summer night often has a sense of vastness and emptiness, in the huge room there is only a slight figure from the back, a little lonely, except for occasional cicadas chirping in the distance.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden sound of unlocking the door, and Shu Yan and Song Lilian entered the room one after the other.

"Why is the living room light still on?"

Shu Yan put the things she carried aside, changed her shoes and went straight to the living room.

Song Mian had already fallen asleep lying on the square table. When Shu Yan went to look at him lightly, he was still holding a pen in his hand, and his head was tilted to one side. He must have slept very uncomfortably and his brows were frowned. tight.

He was carried back to the room by Song Lilian, and Shu Yan followed behind to support him. He may have been tired from studying too late. During the process, his father slapped his butt twice, and his mother stroked his head a few times. People toss and wake up.

"Didn't their school say that ear piercing is not allowed? Look at your son who is so used to it. The good ones don't learn much, and all the bad ones are taken up!"

Song Lilian carefully covered Song Mian with the air-conditioning quilt, tucked it in, and moved very lightly. With a glance, he caught Song Mian's ear and couldn't help muttering.

"Isn't it pretty?" Shu Yan leaned down, gently flicked the bangs on Song Mian's forehead, and pinched his earlobe.

"I just want to see how you can get used to him after staying at home for a year!" Song Lilian said.

Song Mian is about to be promoted to the third grade, and Shu Yan puts her work on hold, planning to stop work for a year to spend time with her son.

"My son, I'm happy to be used to it!" Shu Yan pushed him out, "Hurry up and hurry up, didn't the project last year say it was finishing."

"It takes time to finish. Why is it so fast? Hey, let me tell you, can you move lightly?"

"No! Keep your voice down, do you want to wake up Doudou?"

"..."

The summer vacation between the second year of high school and the third year of high school is like not letting go, time flies, and the short vacation ends soon. Amid the hot wind and cicadas in the midsummer, this wave of students officially embarked on the journey of the third year of high school.

Just in these few days, the locust tree in front of the main gate of Gewu Building bloomed earlier than in previous years, with flower buds facing down, forming clusters of small white flowers. I don’t know if it is welcoming another midsummer, or Tell a new round of don't worry.

The overall environment of the complex building is quieter than that of the Gewu building, and the place is much more spacious.The classrooms are arranged from the first floor upwards. Class [-] is in the far right room on the first floor. There is an old sweet-scented osmanthus tree after walking two steps outside.

The new environment, new things, and the square, pure white space of the classroom seem to be unable to feel the sadness of the departure of the last group of old people. Except for a few unteared curriculum schedules on the bulletin board hanging on the wall to highlight the past, there will be no more. Leave no trace of what ever existed.

However, there are still some changes in this place, such as this group of new faces who kept making noise when they first came in, these are another kind of fresh energy that is different from the previous ones.