In just two weeks, Mu Zhen has become a rising star in the class because of her composition and mathematics, Mu Zhen knows that this achievement will not satisfy Lao Mu, Lao Mu pays attention to his English and ranking in the class, even in the eyes of his classmates, cast envious eyes, but for Mu Zhen is so bland that it is not worth mentioning. Mu Zhen knows that the biggest difference between the third year of junior high school and other grades is that the learning progress is faster than other grades, and it is also facing so many masters who stayed last year, as Mr. Zhang Jingrui has repeatedly reminded, although everyone sits in the same classroom, but not on the same starting line, those students who have studied for one or two years before, for the current knowledge is just to find the gap and make up for the gap, and for the new students, they are facing starting from scratch, this is the gap. If you don't put in 100% effort, you may have to stay and fight hard for another year like the students who stayed, so that you can get the chance to enter a new school.

Mu Zhen didn't dare to take it lightly, he was facing not only one Zhang Wei, but also so many outstanding students like Zhang Wei in the county, he wanted to stand out from these outstanding students, he wanted to come up with ideal results this year, it was this kind of thinking that made him feel the weight of the burden on his shoulders.

Despite this, Mu Zhen still goes to the river embankment every week to meet his friend Hu Guoqing. For such a friend, Mu Zhen not only taught him knowledge, but also passed on to him what was happening in school.

"We set up the Xiaohe Chulu Literature Club, if you are interested in this, you can also write some essays, and I will take them to Mr. Chen to revise!" Mu Zhen confessed to Hu Guoqing.

"What does the Literature Club mainly do?" Hu Guoqing had heard of this new term for the first time, at least in his school days, he had not yet come into contact with such a group.

"The main thing is to let everyone sit together to discuss writing, and at the same time to write at least one more composition than others every week for the teacher to revise, as for the other roles, I really can't say, such a club, not everyone can participate, all the people who participate are good compositions, although there are a lot of people in the class, but in the end there are only nine people selected by Mr. Chen, of which there are five in our class, and there are four in the class, these nine people are selected by Mr. Chen The composition is better written, if you are also interested, you can write an essay that you think is good and give it to me, I will take it to Mr. Chen to commentto see if you can enter Mr. Chen's eyes. Mu Zhen felt that Hu Guoqing in front of him was not necessarily bad at writing essays, just looking at the questions he usually asked and what he said, this young man was definitely a friend with dreams.

"Okay, I'm willing to try, first, I can test my writing level, and second, I can learn and progress together with you, this is the best of both worlds!" Hu Guoqing was very interested in Mu Zhen's proposal, and immediately agreed to Mu Zhen's proposal, and then Hu Guoqing became suspicious: "I'm not a member of your team, will Mr. Chen give me corrections?"

"Don't worry, if Mr. Chen doesn't change it, I'll copy it again, and let Mr. Chen correct it as what I wrote, as long as you write well, I believe that Mr. Chen will meet you one day!" From the first time Mu Zhen saw Mr. Chen, he decided that Mr. Chen was a teacher who cherished talents, and he would not easily let go of a talented classmate, just like the literary club he initiated this time, not only including the students in his own class, but also integrated into the students of other classes, from this point, it can be shown that Mr. Chen cherishes talents and loves talents, and will never give up any talented person.

"Then you have a question!" Hu Guoqing tilted his head to look at Mu Zhen and said.

"As for the topic of self-design, it is generally based on feelings, what you are interested in, what you write easily, you can write anything. Speaking of this, Mu Zhen paused for a moment, and after a little thought, continued: "Just take our first essay as the title, my ...... Add what you want to write later, what do you think?"

Hu Guoqing did not respond immediately, as if he was wondering what he wanted to write?

Mu Zhen looked at Hu Guoqing who was thinking, did not disturb his thoughts, and suddenly said to himself: "You can write my thoughts!"

"Yes, this title has come to mind with me! Just write my ideals, and let Mr. Chen see our goal through composition!" Hu Guoqing was happy and said with a smile.

"When will I finish writing?" asked Mu Zhen with concern.

"Tomorrow this time, I can bring it, in addition, I have some good homework, you can help me read it, I want to synchronize with your current classroom knowledge as soon as possible, so that it will also facilitate the communication between us." Hu Guoqing is very grateful for the help Mu Zhen has given, so he tries not to increase the burden that Mu Zhen brings to himself, so he not only goes home every night to rest late, but also treats learning as a spiritual support.

"Okay, then it's a matter of words, I'll be here tomorrow for you during extracurricular activities. Mu Zhen nodded, feeling that this friend had suddenly become taller, and sooner or later this teenager would return to school like Niu Guoqing in the class.

Mu Zhen said goodbye to Hu Guoqing, and hurried back to the school, just when he walked to the first row of offices at the school gate, a classmate standing on the west wall stopped him.

"Mu Zhen, there is your letter!" Mu Zhen was stunned, he just looked familiar, although this classmate could call his name, but he couldn't call the other party.

"Thank you!" Mu Zhen took the letter from the classmate's hand, and suddenly asked herself, "Who wrote the letter?"

Mu Zhen hurriedly scanned the envelope, and the two lines of horizontal and vertical upright fonts that caught his eye had already told him: "The letter was written by Wu Xiaojuan!"

Mu Zhen didn't open the envelope immediately, he was not in a hurry to open it, because he didn't want to open it, he felt that receiving her letter at this time seemed relatively heavy, and he didn't want to be pulled back to the embarrassing years of the last two months of Binhu Middle School again because of her, and fall into that wordless quagmire again.

Mu Zhen folded the letter and put it in her pocket, and then ran to the classroom with a breeze.

In the classroom, perhaps because of the freshly cleaned up, there was still the smell of freshly sprinkled water in the air, Mu Zhen noticed that except for the two classmates in the last row, there were no other people who were discussing something on the table with their scalps against their scalps, Mu Zhen sat down in his seat against the wall in the second row at the front of the classroom, and when he put his hand into his pocket and touched the envelope that had been warmed by his body again, his heart was like a little rabbit, "pounding" and jumping around.

"To demolish or not to demolish?" asked Mu Zhen to herself.

Mu Zhen's eyes showed Wu Xiaojuan's charming smile again, as well as the serious expression she revealed to herself when she asked questions, as if she was saying to herself: "We want to be permanent friends!"

Mu Zhen couldn't help but get a little nervous, he began to doubt his beliefs, began to shake his concentration, his fingers that reached into his pocket moved, grabbed the corner of the letter, and slowly pulled it out.

At this time, Mu Zhen felt like a thief, he didn't dare to take a breath, he felt that the air circulation was a little slow, he calmed down, and then put the letter on the desk, and the few lines of small words on the envelope re-entered his field of vision, and began to guess the contents: "What will she write? How did she think of writing this letter to herself at this time?"

Since Wu Xiaojuan left Binhu Middle School, Mu Zhen has been living in a kind of humiliation, that is the day when he can't tell the truth in his life, her departure, so that he has a mouth and it is difficult to say, no one can clarify the facts of the two of them, only she herself can stand up and explain the matter to the teacher, in order to dissolve that kind of misunderstanding, this is the most important, but she did not confess, she left silently, this is extremely irresponsible for the grievances he suffered there, no matter what he said at this time, how could he forgive her? Fortunately, when leaving, the conversation between the bearded Zhang and himself, with the understanding of the bearded Zhang, his heart was slightly relieved.

Mu Zhen's complicated state of mind still didn't stop him from opening the letter, he held down the envelope, and then along one end of the letter, quietly tore it, and then lifted the torn opening, and opened it with two fingers, Mu Zhen stretched out his head to see, there was only a piece of stationery. Mu Zhen hesitated, and then took out the letter paper at a very fast speed, the letter paper was very thin, Mu Zhen carefully looked at the neatly folded letter paper, it was just a piece of letter paper, and the small words inside could be vaguely seen through the back of the paper.

Mu Zhen's hand holding the letter suddenly stopped there, no matter what, nothing happened between him and her, but just boyfriend and girlfriend, although the friendship between the two is ugly, but the relationship does not cross the boundary of normal friends, is it a lover who holds hands? Mu Zhen thought of this, his heart calmed down a lot, he opened the letter, only half of the content of the paper, Mu Zhen read it quickly.

Mu Zhen:

Hello!

Leaving Binhu Middle School in a hurry was not what I wanted, but the parents' insistence. I apologize to you here, as a good friend, I don't say goodbye and leave in a hurry, I really regret it.

During the summer vacation, I learned from Zhang Ran everything you endured at school, and my heart was also very painful, if I hadn't left there, I would definitely stand up and clarify everything for you, but I couldn't, the arbitrariness of the parents forced me to transfer to the middle school in the county, and I really had no choice. I believe that time will heal all the wounds that are difficult to grind.

At the same time, I also knew from Zhang Ran that he transferred to Qingcheng Middle School to study, and he wrote this letter with no other intention, just to tell you that we are still good friends, no matter where I am, I will never forget your help in my studies and support in life.

Wu Xiaojuan

September 1

After reading the letter, Mu Zhen straightened his waist and let out a sigh of relief, he immediately had no hostility towards Xiaojuan, who said goodbye, as if he saw her courage to take responsibility and stubbornness, her concern for herself in the hospital was from the heart, and it was also a good friend's help, as for the love in the bud, it could only be replaced by the most appropriate word good friend. Although the letter was brief, it showed the sincerity of Xiaojuan's apology.

Mu Zhen just guessed the content of the letter, and before he had time to look at the address of the letter, he turned over the envelope covering the desk again, and carefully looked at the following address: Gucheng No. 1 Middle School Class 31. Isn't this exactly where I used to live and study back then?

"The fact that she was able to transfer there halfway shows that her family's relationship is not ordinary!" Mu Zhen thought, feeling that this letter should be replied, and as a good friend, she should also reply to express her heart.

Mu Zhen took out the stationery issued by the school and quickly wrote a few lines:

Friends:

I was really a little scared to see your letter, but as a good friend, what was there to be afraid of? No matter what had happened before, it had been blown away by the southeast wind of summer, and there was no trace of it.

As you said, no matter where we go, we're still good friends, that's all.

I believe that the flower of friendship will only last forever!

Your good old friend: Mu Zhen

September 6

After writing the reply, Mu Zhen was relieved, and he wanted to send the letter to urge this studious friend to make progress together.