Carambola Creek happily stacked the things she took out and put them back one by one, only taking out the set of sheets, quilt covers and a change of clothes.

She fainted directly on the ground when she ran 800 meters, covered in muddy water, and she didn't take off her clothes when she was sent back, and the quilt was dirty at this time, and if she didn't change it, she was afraid that she would lose sleep tonight.

Some rusty housekeeping was tidied up, Carambola Creek put on shoes, packed a change of clothes, brought dirty sheets and sheets to be washed, held the basin, and carried an empty hot water bottle to the water room.

As for the letter, she casually pressed it under the quilt.

The water room is in front of the dormitory building, and there is a laundry station down the steps.

The water room has also changed.

There were two more rows of laundry stations next to the stairs outside, and the bathing room had changed its location, becoming the left end of the passage and the right side leading to the women's toilet.

Along the ceiling, thick water pipes are intertwined, and when the large boiler of the canteen next door is boiled, hot water is continuously supplied through these water pipes.

It's evening study time, and it's empty.

Carambola Creek put the things on the laundry table, and did not immediately enter the bath room, but turned around the neighborhood first.

At this turn, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar environment, her heart suddenly rose again.

The school she attended was part of a military region, and most of the students were military children, so the school also followed a semi-military management method.

From Monday to Friday, the school gates are closed, except for a veteran who serves as a janitor, and students from the Students' Union Guardian Team take turns standing guard.

Entering the school gate, it is a two-meter-high platform, with the name of the school written on the wall, and there is a step on the left and right that turns upward, and converges in the middle of the platform to form a hundred steps.

According to the 100-step stone steps, the boys' and girls' dormitories are built along the mountain, and at the end is the teaching area, to the left is the junior high school, to the right is the high school, and there is a huge playground in the middle of the mountain, which can accommodate thousands of junior and senior high school students.

And now, the 100-step stone steps are still there, but on both sides are neat board walls, the middle position is facing the door, and there are signs hanging above, on the left is the junior high school dormitory area, and on the right is the high school dormitory area.

In front of the dormitory where she lives, the original small playground is gone, the straight cement road is full of cinnamon, the water room and the large canteen are also close to each other, and the back is the public side.

In addition, all the buildings look old, although they are also white walls and blue tiles, but they give people the feeling of vicissitudes precipitated by the years.

Standing in the open space in front of the platform, Carambola Creek raised her head and suddenly widened her eyes.

Ihaku City No. 1 Middle School!

Why not Jingbai City?!

The big five words, the red and glamorous dazzling, below, there is a slip of green and green four seasons green, and the words "Jingbai City No. 1 Middle School" are clear.

Carambola Creek stepped back in fright, and her heel inadvertently stepped on something, and then, her back collar tightened, and the whole person rose into the air and was moved to the side.

She was startled and turned her head to look.

In front of the eye, it is a pair of peach blossom eyes that have been dyed like ink.

"Summer!" Carambola Creek blurted out, ecstasy rising from the bottom of her heart.

"Carambola, you're not resting in the dormitory, what are you doing here?" next to him, a familiar voice sounded with doubt.

Carambola Creek snapped back to her senses and looked at the person next to her.

It was Wang Sheng, a military instructor at the school, who spoke.

Wang Sheng should be 28 years old this year, and he just transferred to a military class three years ago and took their current class of students, because he is handsome and has a good temper, and the topic about him has always been liked by female students.

"Hello Teacher Wang. Carambola Xi reacted quickly and saluted Wang Sheng before replying, "I have a leg ache, come out for a walk." ”

Teacher Wang has also taken good care of her in recent years, she asked for leave, he never felt sorry, and after she and Xu Zaibei were arrested in the office, it was this teacher who helped her speak, so the school did not put on the hat of early love for her.

She remembered the favor.

However, when she spoke, her clear apricot eyes were shining, and she looked at the owner of those peach blossom eyes from time to time.

This man was dressed in a crisp military uniform, with a tall and long posture, and he looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a liberation hat on his head, and the bright red star and collar badge made him particularly energetic.

It's just that that face is as cold as if the whole world owes him hundreds of millions.

"If you're not in good health, don't run around. Wang Sheng returned the salute, glanced at Carambola Creek, and looked at Carambola Creek helplessly and asked.

This student, he couldn't help but be impressed.

In the past five years, she has never failed a physical fitness class, and today she finally barely passed, and she fainted in front of him, causing him to be reprimanded by the school leaders.

Alas!

Tired!

"Yes. Carambola Xi retracted her gaze, she was a little unsure if this person was Xia when she was young, because those eyes that were exactly the same as Xia were too indifferent, which one was like Xia, the first time she saw him, she felt that there was warmth hidden in his eyes.

"I have a leg pain and I have to go to the school clinic to get some medicine and wine and rub it, so it's useless to just walk. Wang Sheng said again.

"Thank you, faculty, I see. Carambola Xi nodded, and watched the two of them go up the steps on the right and walk towards the big cafeteria, their lips moved, and they resisted the urge to call Wang Sheng to ask.

Her experience was too peculiar, and if she said it, she was afraid that it would scare people, so she still had to think of a more roundabout way.

It's just that even if this person is really Xia, he doesn't know her at this time.

As she was looking, the man in military uniform, who had already gone up the steps, suddenly looked sideways at her, with sharpness and scrutiny in his eyes.

Carambola Creek was startled and lowered her head.

This person must not be Xia!

According to the contact in those years, Xia Cai is not this kind of indiscriminate and intimidating person.

Waiting for the two to disappear, Carambola Creek slowly returned to the laundry table and entered the bath room with his things.

The bathhouse is divided into inside and outside, and there are lockers outside, and the inside is not the previous rectangle, but a boxy room, with countless shower heads installed against the wall.

On the wall, there are still a lot of hooks, and there are many ropes pulled horizontally and vertically above.

That's usually the girls take a bath in order to avoid embarrassment come up with a little trick, when there are many people, a piece of oilcloth in the east and a plastic sheet in the west, bed sheets, colorful and lively.

That hasn't changed.

Carambola Creek picked the innermost corner, shook it off with a sheet, hung it diagonally on the hook on the wall, and made a small compartment to come out, before taking off her clothes and opening the water felling.

When the warm water poured down her head, she raised her head to meet the current, closed her eyes and recalled the summer she had known for a few years, but had only seen one time.

Very early, she imagined meeting Xia, but she didn't expect him to appear in front of her so abruptly in that situation.

Thinking of that time, she couldn't help but think of the cage that had trapped her for 30 years......

Suddenly, the hot water disappeared, and Carambola opened her eyes in confusion, but was stunned to find that she was standing on the 33rd floor where she had lived for 30 years, with no clothes on her body, and even water droplets!