let loose

Moving into a new classroom, the people in Class [-] still couldn't get rid of their noisy nature, walking all the way and making noise all the way.As a quasi-senior high school student, Chu Xiaonan didn't force them to arrange seats for them. The morning reading when they first stepped into the complex building was spent actively fighting for seats.

"Are you sitting by the window in a twitch? The sun won't fucking kill you!" Lin Pingping took a seat against the wall, but Zheng Qiran didn't agree. As soon as he entered the classroom, he set his sights on the row of seats on the left by the window.

Zheng Qiran patted his arm, "The lighting over there is good, hey, you scumbag who knows nothing."

"If you want to sit, go and sit, I won't go." Lin Pingping slapped him back.

"Go by yourself, go by yourself."

Zheng Qiran muttered, picked up his bag and left.

Zhang Jin, who was moving to the back row, saw this and shouted at the top of his voice: "Fuck Zheng Qiran, the seat in the back is mine, I agreed before, don't fuck me!" arm.

Zheng Qiran also yelled: "Fuck you, Sister Nan said that you arrange the seats by yourself, why do you think you are older than the head teacher?"

The last seat was taken by Song Mian.

Without saying a word, he bypassed the quarreling two people, threw his schoolbag on the table, and sat down in a swaggering manner.

The two people at the other end who were blushing and thick-necked immediately fell silent, Zheng Qiran came over with his bag, thought for a while, and said, "Brother Xiao Song, let's discuss it. If you don't mind, let's be together." A table? I can sit inside."

"No." Song Mian put away her bag, slowly packed up two books and put them on the table, raised her eyes and glanced at him with disgust: "You snoring in sleep, it's too loud, it will affect my self-study .”

Zheng Qiran was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and he couldn't figure out what Song Mian meant when he said that it would affect self-study, but he didn't ask.The old man's face was extremely stinky now, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he went to look for Lin Pingping with a smirk.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus outside the door was very strong. The noon sun shone on the table, drawing a triangle. Song Mian rubbed her temples, raised her head and looked out the window, suddenly feeling a little hypocritically lonely.

There has been a slight change in the number of students who have been promoted to Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

Key high schools have always had a division method between experimental classes and ordinary classes. In this way, those whose grades rank at the top must be placed in the experimental class.

A total of two key classes were set up, divided into Experiment A and Experiment B.

Jiang Zhou ranked first in his grade, and he was undoubtedly in Class A. Chu Qingci and Yang Luoluo were also in Class A with their usual top grades.

The students who were selected to stay in the original class were panicked for a while.

With Chu Xiaonan's ability to lead the class, and the fact that he had two excellent graduating classes in hand, plus Chu Qing resigned and passed the class A, everyone agreed that the class teacher would definitely be changed in the third year of high school.

The pressure of raising the third level is already great, and most of the students are still in the period of confusion about the upcoming busy life. This kind of pressure is not limited to the progress or decline of grades, but all kinds of aspects. The head teacher undoubtedly made things worse.

Fortunately, this self-pessimistic determination was broken by Chu Xiaonan himself on the night of moving into the complex.

She propped her hands on the edge of the podium and said, "Did you all think I was going to Class A?" After hearing someone say yes, she smiled brightly, "If you don't know me so well, you've spent a year with me for nothing. Class Six I lead the class, you are all my children, I am not at ease to entrust you to anyone, so, where is there a problem of whether to throw it away or not?"

One word in exchange for warm cheers from the whole class.

Therefore, it is not inseparable and continuous that it is called emotion.When people get along with each other for a long time, there is always some affection, no matter how deep or weak, there will not be only one party who is reluctant to part with this kind of emotion.

Song Mian's new deskmate is a girl, the new deputy class of Class [-]. She has a lively and outgoing personality and can get along with everyone. She has good grades, and she belongs to the type who can enter Experiment B in a hurry. She has helped Song Mian a lot in her studies. .

Compared with the comfortable laziness in the sophomore year of high school, Song Mian will study consciously even if she does not rely on Jiang Zhou's constant supervision.

With Shu Yan at home, he was strictly controlled on his study time, and he was required to go to bed when the time came, so he fell asleep a lot during the day.

In fact, Song Mian had reservations when she first heard Shuyan say that she would stay at home with him to finish his third year of high school.

It was not until half a month after school started that he got used to the steaming thick soup always on the dining table when he got home, and the busy face in his apron.

All in all, everything is going smoothly and smoothly.

……

There was a make-up class on the Saturday of the third year of senior high school, and Song Mian took the subway to the outskirts of the city after the make-up class was finished.

This side of Beijing Road has always been remote, and there are few people on the street during the daytime, so you don't have to worry about running into acquaintances.

Song Mian was on the phone through her earphones, and went into a convenience store by the side of the road.This store has a small storefront, and there are several customers inside who are checking out.

He glanced at the daily necessities placed in front of the cashier, walked over to pick them up, and said in his mouth: "Yes, it has grown so big that I can't hold it with one hand. It must have grown again in the past two months." Right? The case is too small and definitely won’t fit.”

This untimely sentence successfully attracted a few probing eyes.

Song Mian didn't suppress her voice, she continued to exhort herself, completely disregarding the occasion, so she didn't know how fascinating her words were, let alone paying attention to other people's probes.

"It has a big head and ADHD. It won't go in honestly. You can choose a thinner cover so that you can see its movements clearly."

Coincidentally, with his other hand, he just picked up a box of three Okabooks written with ultra-thin and moist.

After the female clerk finished paying other customers' bills, she even said a few words and walked slowly, and when everyone left, she didn't make any more noise.

The customer in front of her, wearing a fisherman's hat and a mask, didn't show her face at all. She looked tall and thin, and her voice was nice. She held her breath, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

She stood upright, and her curiosity drove her to observe uncontrollably, but when her eyes touched the items selected by the customer's well-knit hands, she quickly dodged like an electric shock.

Really didn't know which brand was easy to use, so Song Mian chose every brand and bought a total of five boxes, thinking of trying each brand with Jiang Zhou to experience it for himself.

He put the case into the schoolbag under the surprised eyes of the clerk, thanked him casually, and left the store.

After going out, Song Mian's mind was at a loss. He exited the voice chat interface, opened Baidu Maps, and continued to say, "Yes, Quanquan has been afraid of injections since he was a child, and he has a lot of energy. When the time comes, you and Sister Zhang will hold two hooves each. If you really earn a lot, you can call me again."

Swine fever broke out in a small area of ​​Suzhou City recently. Dozens of pigs died overnight in a pig farm, and it was reported on CCTV news for two consecutive days. Song Mian was so frightened that she quickly contacted the rescue station and asked the other party to help contact the local veterinarian. Go around and circle around for a vaccination.

……

This year's Qixi Festival is at the end of August, and the high school seniors who were struggling at that time had already returned to school for more than two weeks.

It was fine before, Song Mian was not interested in these festivals where dogs were abused wantonly in the name of festivals, but this year is different.

One is that he made a good-looking boyfriend this year, and the other is that he and his boyfriend met on Qixi Festival, which was barely a romantic day by accident, rounding up to the first anniversary of their acquaintance.

Time can take away time, but it cannot erase memory.The former is objective and weaves the years of human affection, while the latter is subjective and deeply rooted.

Thinking about it, I feel quite emotional. It seems that a long time has passed in the blink of an eye. Looking back, it is only a year, more than 300 days.

The third year of high school is also known as the predecessor of the social animal of the midnight ghost.Every day, classrooms, cafeterias and dormitories are at three o’clock and one line. Eyes open are test papers, and eyes closed are formulas. Meals are rushed, and sleep time is crowded. Therefore, on the day of Qixi Festival, there was no movement in the complex.

It is said that Lao Huang has been wandering around the whole school since he was studying in the morning. When he bumped into two people of the opposite sex who came a little closer, he dragged people to criticize him for a long time. , I heard that several couples were arrested just like that.

After the first class of evening self-study, Song Mian climbed to the fifth floor and went to Experiment A to find Jiang Zhou. He prepared a gift for Jiang Zhou and had to send it out before the end of the festival.

Although neither of them paid much attention to the sense of ritual, they both tacitly remembered what should be commemorated.

He swaggered up the stairs, and met Lao Huang's eyes on the way.It's good for two boys to fall in love. Unless they admit it personally, no matter how close they are, they can be fooled by saying that they are good friends, and most people will not think about other things.

"Happy first anniversary, little brother." Song Mian said solemnly with her hands behind her back.He took out a box from his jacket pocket and handed it over, "Here, a gift for my boyfriend."

The corridor was dimly lit, and the two stood facing each other, barely able to see each other's silhouette. The summer night wind was unbearably hot, and the hem of the school uniform was blown up.

Jiang Zhou reached out to take it, thanked him, took out a small flat box from his coat, and handed it over after hesitating, "This is not a gift, I didn't prepare these specially, can I make up for it next year?"

Song Mian accepted it with a smile, didn't say yes or no, leaned over to smack him on the cheek when he was not prepared, slyly sneered, and ran away without waiting for anyone's reaction.

Jiang Zhou: "..."

He touched his cheek, stood there in a daze for a while, and returned to the classroom when the class bell rang.

Song Mian insisted on not opening the box for the whole night of self-study. Although she was extremely curious, she gritted her teeth and waited until she got home to open it.There was really nothing special inside, just an envelope lying quietly.

Ordinary yellow envelopes, no other decorations, fifty cents each, rough paper, clean cover, nothing written, but he carefully tore open the cover as if afraid of breaking it.

The letter paper is also ordinary letter paper, which cannot stand up to Jiang Zhou's beautiful handwriting, which reads:

Reply to Song Mian's review letter:

It's 2:33 in the morning, there's a lot of fog outside the window, and there's no moon tonight. I feel a little cold. I don't know if that's the case over there.

You have worked hard recently.

452 points is difficult, right?The joint exam questions are so difficult, but you did it. I have read your exam papers, and the correct rate has improved a lot. However, the words need to be practiced again, so don't be lazy.

I have seen all your efforts, and I cherish and feel lucky.

You are good enough, so stop being unsure.

There are many shining stars, I only want one, and that is you.

At the heart of the Enlightenment was reason, and I, myself, had a revolution, and my soul was worn out, flickering on and off.

From then on, light is you, belief is you, and this is my free will.

I'm not a romantic person, luckily you are, I need your romance.

To encourage each other for the rest of my life.

Song Mian first turned on the phone screen to check the time, then turned her head to look out the window.

Tonight the moon is very round, there is no fog, and it is still a little hot.

There were only a few short lines in the letter, and he read it back and forth five times.The fingers holding the paper curled up unconsciously, trembling slightly, his forehead rested on the back of his hand, and there was warm steam at the end of his eyes, but he puffed his mouth stubbornly, trying to hold it back.

It's true that she doesn't understand romance, and even the letters she writes are full of indifference.But Song Mian has long been used to his style and Jiang Zhou's calm caring style.

Jiang Zhou's response four months late made the letter suddenly heavy.It shows that Jiang Zhou has seen all his hard work and progress in the past four months.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he was probably crying with joy. For this entrance exam, he stayed up for two weeks, reciting history and politics in his dreams.

That kind of desperately rushing forward for one person, that kind of perseverance to conceive the future as if you are crazy alone, but you don’t know when it will run out of courage, and the fear of too many unknowns.

However, your simple affirmation can make my heart happy.Make me understand that I am not fighting alone, and all my desperate efforts will eventually have a destination.

In the quiet school at that time, Jiang Zhou was sitting quietly at the desk in the dormitory, staring at the box full of condoms in a daze.

A crumpled note was thrown beside the box, and two lines of crooked handwriting could be vaguely discerned. The first line read: Happy first anniversary of our acquaintance, I love you more than 365 days ago.

The handwriting on the second line is relatively fast, and it reads: It's only been a year, too short, too short, I gave you so many sets, can they hold you tight, right?Um!Hold on tight!

The cicadas kept singing outside the blinds. In the night, half of Jiang Zhou's face was hidden in the light and shadow. He flicked the cigarette ash between his fingers, and slowly exhaled smoke rings. His emotions were not exposed, making it impossible to guess his heart at this time. idea.

He hasn't smoked for a long time, and he suddenly became addicted just now. Fortunately, as the first grader, he now lives in a single dormitory. He squeezed the note tightly into a ball and threw it into the trash can. The cover was a coincidence. Without throwing it away, he stuffed it into the desk.