When the arts and sciences were about to be divided that year, the teachers carefully explained the difference between the two to the students, and gave them a list to fill in the direction of arts and sciences, and asked them to go home and discuss with their parents before filling it out carefully.

Yu Pan'an pinched the list, obviously it was just a piece of paper, but he felt that it was heavy.

Her liberal arts are much better than those of science, so she naturally plans to study literature, Yu Zaidao has no opinion on this, and Yu Zhi'an will not interfere in this. But looking at the results of the previous exams, Ji Zhiheng's science scores were obviously better than those in liberal arts, and she couldn't help but be a little worried. She sent a message asking him if he was going to study literature or science, but he never received a reply after the message was sent.

suddenly became a little hot, Yu Pan'an took the pen next to him and wrote the word "Wen" on the list in a chic manner. I thought: I don't want to tell me, okay, wherever you go, I won't change because of you anyway.

But the thought that she would never be able to be at the same table with him in the future, and maybe even the same class, still felt empty in her heart.

On the day of returning to school, the study committee members began to collect and fill in the list of arts and sciences from desk to table. Yu Pan'an pretended not to care and glanced at Ji Zhiheng's and found that his list was still empty.

Without waiting for her to speak, Ji Zhiheng asked her in a very casual tone, "Do you study literature and science?"

Yu Panan showed him his list.

Ji Zhiheng let out an "oh", took out a pen, and wrote on his list: Wen.

"What are you doing?" Yu Pan'an was startled, "Aren't you better at science?"

However, at this time, the study committee had already come over, and Ji Zhiheng casually handed over his list. He said, "So what's the matter, I'm going to take the art exam later, it's all the same." ”

"But you're not saying your family doesn't agree......"

"Hey, you little girl is very wide. Ji Zhiheng scolded Yu Panan with a smile, and then turned his head to look at her.

The look in his eyes made her understand - his decision was made for her. He just wanted to be in the same class as her.

So, the two continued to be in the same class and continued to be at the same table. Continue to walk together after evening self-study, and continue to eat together in the cafeteria. Everyone basically understood that they only had to pierce the window paper, so they would make jokes about them from time to time. Seeing that neither of them was disgusted, he was even more wanton and bold. Let's take an example that everyone should have experienced: whenever the teacher asked Ji Zhiheng, the students would coax Yu Pan'an, and vice versa.

The whole year of their sophomore year of high school was spent in intense study and relaxed laughter, and after many years of immersion, it became even more brilliant and rare. After graduating from high school, Yu Pan'an sighed for many moments - the plot of doing homework side by side with the person he likes and eating in the cafeteria face-to-face like in the past will never be there again. She didn't know if Ji Zhiheng had also sighed, maybe not, after all, he was the one who stopped all this beauty, and he was the one who retreated.

But that's all for later.

The bright days lasted for a long time, and it basically filled Yu Pan'an's entire memories of high school.

In the summer of the year after the end of the sophomore year of high school, Ji Zhiheng sent a message to Yu Pan'an and asked her to go out to watch a movie. As soon as they met, he said excitedly, "My parents have finally agreed to my art exam! Now that I have signed up for the class, I will be able to go to the training camp when the school starts for a while." ”

At that time, Yu Pan'an didn't know exactly what the art examination was all about, she first congratulated Ji Zhiheng, and then asked in a daze, "But is it about to be a senior in high school?"

Ji Zhiheng smiled and pushed Yu Panan's head, "Are you stupid or not, how can the scores required by art students and culture class candidates be the same." And the third year of high school is basically a review, and I can do it myself - besides, I won't be training all the time. ”

Yu Pan'an was dizzy because of the somewhat intimate act of pushing her head just now, and she didn't listen to the string of words he said, she only knew that it was distilled into one sentence - it was good news.

So she looked up and smiled at him stupidly, and he laughed too. The shadows of the trees were dappled on them, and from a distance, it looked like a caricature.

Yu Pan'an and Ji Zhiheng went out together many times that summer, and 80% of it was Ji Zhiheng's appointment with Yu Pan'an. They have been to the cinema, to art exhibitions, to the theater many times, and to many performances. Once caught up with the performance of a talk show, Ji Zhiheng was also selected to interact with the talk show actor, the talk show actor asked him what kind of girl he liked, and he generously pointed to Yu Pan'an beside him: "That's it." ”

The audience's coaxing overpowered all the sounds, and Yu Pan'an's burning red face had never cooled down that day.

In the countless moments and countless eyes of that summer, Yu Panan felt that he should be this person for the rest of his life. But why they got separated, why they got separated without even saying goodbye, she couldn't say why. When asked this question by an old friend, she could only smile awkwardly and say: Maybe it's fate.

But what fate is, she doesn't feel that she understands it.

After the start of the third year of high school, Ji Zhiheng really began to go to training camps often. Even though he knew that this was a good thing for him, Yu Panan couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

Entering the third year of high school, the seats have become single seats, and the sound between classes is also quieter, sometimes there are more homework and papers, even if it is between classes, you can only hear the rustle of the tip of the pen falling on the paper, which makes Yu Panan feel a little depressed.

She looked out the window with her face in her hands, and could see the students running to the teaching building after playing basketball in the distance. She thought that it would be nice if Ji Zhiheng was also among them.

When will I see him again?

In addition to Ji Zhiheng, Hu Duyu also chose the path of art examination. I heard that she and Ji Zhiheng are still in the same training class. She and Yu Pan'an are still in the same class now, so Yu Pan'an often stares at her vacant seats, and she is a little envious that she can often see Ji Zhiheng and see him acting, maybe...... You can also act with him.

Yu Pan'an sighed.

Another leaf fell outside the window.

Later, thinking back to those years, Yu Panan knew that she and Ji Zhiheng probably began to drift apart from each other when he left school to participate in the training camp. But she didn't believe that just seeing each other less could change their relationship, but she still hasn't known what the reason is.

It is precisely because of the sloppy ending that I feel unwilling. It is precisely because of the beautiful process that it is particularly regrettable.

Yu Pan'an rubbed his sore head, looked at the time fixedly, and it was five o'clock in the morning. She had drunk a little and sat here all night, all in her thoughts, except for a short nap in between. Fortunately, there was no work schedule the next day, so I could get a good night's sleep. She picked up her phone and saw that Aunt Wei had added her WeChat after she left last night, verifying that the message was a subtle apology. She passed the verification, saying that she had just woken up when she slept early last night, and as for Aunt Wei's apology, she also coped politely, and then turned off her mobile phone and went to bed to lie down.

When I close my eyes, the fragments in my mind are still playing one scene at a time, like a never-ending spiral.

Even though the memories are endless, time will never take her back to those years.