In March 2000, she had just been admitted to a very good high school in City A, and of course, the most happiest thing for her mother was the art department of this school. In fact, it is a department, but it is divided into two categories: art and music. However, this does not affect the daily after-dinner period, the neighbor's aunt and the square dance aunt, listening to the dream mother tirelessly show off their baby daughter. However, for Xia Meng, this is the beginning of a nightmare.

"Mom, I feel very uncomfortable going to music class, just because I have never studied music theory, and every time I take piano lessons, I have been ridiculed by my teachers and classmates enough, I think..."

"If I tell you to go, you'll go, what's the big deal. I asked, isn't it just to look at the music theory book and memorize it, are you even so difficult to do this? Besides, I have worked hard to cultivate you since I was a child, and now I don't want to learn anymore, do you think it's good for you to do this?"

“......... Not good..."

The next day, at 4 a.m. Xia Meng, as always, got up to wash, make breakfast, eat, and take the car to school. One of the things that is hard for her is that she is a road idiot......

"Eh, where should I get off the train... I didn't remember the last time I came, but this time it's miserable... Look at these stations very similarly, forget it, let's go here. "I got off the bus and walked for about half an hour, and I didn't see any trace of the school at all, and when I looked at the time, I breathed a sigh of relief "Huh~ It's okay, it's still early" The question is, how do I find the school... Well, you can't just use your mouth for eating.

"Hello, do you know eighteen middle schools, a high school... How do you go?" Xia Meng asked.

"Just turn left at the next intersection. Are you a freshman this year?" Xue Fei said.

"Thank you. I know how to go. Xia Meng thought to herself, this person is really gossipy.

"Let's go together, it's rare to come to school so early, hello, I'm Xue Fei from the art class, one year older than you, I'm going to call the senior, haha." ”

"Hehe" Xia Meng sneered, turned around and walked towards the school. The person behind him was left behind, with a cloudy face...

At the school gate, a row of camphor trees surrounded the group of high schools. The leaves on the trees had just budded, and the early fog had almost dispersed. My brother told her that he would look for you outside the school gate, under the plane tree, when you were in high school. She has always been convinced.

It has been said that time will give you an answer to everything you have, whether it is good or bad, or not. Most end with forgetting, and another person as the starting point. I don't think so, how can such a person who has made you unforgettable easily forget?