For students who have experienced China's college entrance examination system, most of their youth is basically related to the college entrance examination.

To put it mildly, they have exhausted twelve years of hard study, just to meet it with a little more confidence.

To put it short, looking back at that hard time, it seems that a white horse has passed through a gap and a big dream.

The person in it is unaware of how fast time is, but when he wakes up from his dream, he suddenly feels that everything is in the blink of an eye.

In the evening self-study, Zhang Wenying, who bowed her head to do her homework, felt a little tired, held her cheeks, and looked out the window in a daze.

She was wandering, thinking about what happened last night, Fang Ning's words and Bao Xiaoyi's shyness were vivid, and she couldn't shake her head out no matter what.

originally thought that her life in the last year of high school would be a quiet cultivation of the mind, but what happened next was like a hidden bloody drama, which caught her off guard but was slightly surprised.

She has excellent grades since she was a child, and has always followed the discipline of her family, what should be done and what should not be done, you are a good girl, you can't be late, you can't skip class, you can't run away from home, and you can't have a rebellious early love, your goal is Peking University, a paradise for liberal arts students, no matter how bad it is, it is also Tsinghua University, Wuhan and other universities.

So since junior high school, Zhang Wenying's life has belonged to classes, self-study, exams, and review.

Until high school, as long as you survive the last year of high school calmly and get admitted to a university that satisfies your teachers and makes your family proud, you will be liberated.

In fact, the school is not all boring learning, sometimes, there will be some interesting programs, such as New Year's Day party, Lantern Festival party, sports meeting and other activities, but she can only silently watch those people unscrupulously squander the entire youth, after reading, continue to return to the classroom seat to do the newly issued English test papers.

Day by day, the days passed peacefully.

The clear flow of the year, as if there is no pain.

Just like this, she entered the third year of high school smoothly, and the belated adolescent rebellion finally came, she had her own ideas, and she was no longer the honest and obedient girl in her mother's eyes, and she would also want to hold a pair of hands that could be spent together in this last time.

She still remembers the first time she met Xie Yang, which was the last few days of the end of the sophomore semester, because of the approaching exam, everyone was a little nervous.

She went for a walk on the playground with Wang Ke, while Xie Yang held a guitar and sat on the edge of the cement of the basketball court, playing a light tune.

The boy playing the guitar on the basketball court, the sun was shining and bright, and it was a scene that she still remembered and remembered in her mind.

Youth is infinitely good, but it dies early.

The first love ended without a problem because of a small conflict, and it was false to say that she was not sad, and she couldn't stop crying when she slept under the covers at night.

But so what, after a long time, I will feel nothing, I just feel that it is the tears that have been shed in my youth, just wipe it off.

Later, Bao Xiaoyi was like a demon and a monster, appearing in his own world.

He's so funny, he can always amuse you, make you happy, and make you laugh when you're at your saddest and saddest.

In fact, when you feel that life has become monotonous and boring, there are always some seemingly ordinary people or things in your world, which makes you full of expectations for a certain day of life.

Zhang Wenying is a girl full of literature and art, yearning for the ancient Hongyan to pass the letter, the flying pigeon to pass the book, and also yearn for the love story of Lin Weiyin and Liang Sicheng.

Bao Xiaoyi did what he liked, wrote letters, wrote postcards, bought bosom friend magazines, and bought digests.

The content of the letter does not express a pretentious confession, it is just a little thing, plain as water, such as the progress of each exam, the summary of each exam, and which breakfast stall on the side of the road has a delicious breakfast, which newly opened dessert shop on the street, and which little couple quarrels again, which people can't help but be helpless.

In this way, in writing and replying to each other again and again, Zhang Wenying and Bao Xiaoyi established a certain relationship beyond liking and being liked.

This kind of warmth is like a match that has never been extinguished, which can allow the two of them to survive each other during the chaotic period of the third year of high school.

Zhang Wenying and Bao Xiaoyi also have a tacit understanding, except for nodding at each other in the commissary between classes, the correspondence is transmitted by Wang Ke.

Bao Xiaoyi thought that such a life would go on tepidly, and after being annoyed, he would laugh at himself, it would be good.

One evening, just after class, as soon as the bell rang, the students rushed out of the cafeteria, and she did not move because she was solving a very difficult math problem, and when she came back to her senses, the lights outside the classroom were on.

The searchlights in the square were also turned on, illuminating the road with snow.

She made her way through the darkness of the women's dormitory and the plaza to the cafeteria.

Pushing open the glass door, the dim light in the cafeteria dimmed.

Looking at the past, the whole body was empty at the dinner table, a few windows for cooking, the aunts were cleaning up the leftovers with spoons, and after a look, they saw a lonely girl stunned in place, and shouted a few words, "Girl, you are late, there is no food." ”

She turned around and left, and she was not in the mood to go back to the dormitory, after all, the hot water room must be full of classmates waiting to take a shower.

Passing by the library kiosk, the long lines of students can already make their way down the hallway, and even if they are hungry, there is no way to buy any snacks that can fill their stomachs.

Back on the third floor, the lights in the corridor were dim, as if there was a person standing in the corridor of the class, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but Zhang Wenying still recognized it at a glance, this was the Bao Xiaoyi who always smirked at himself on weekdays.

Bao Xiaoyi cramped a lunch box and said sincerely, "Passing by your class after school, I saw that you were still doing your homework, thinking that when you went to the cafeteria, there would be no food, and I don't know if you have the habit of skipping dinner at night, so I took the initiative to give you some food." Oh, don't worry, this is a new lunch box, I haven't used it. ”

Zhang Wenying's eyes turned red all of a sudden, the bridge of her nose was a little sore, she was out of breath and felt very uncomfortable.

"I'll put the lunch box on the railing, if you want to get it, I still have some things, let's go first." Bao Xiaoyi probably couldn't stand this atmosphere, waved his hand, and fled in embarrassment.

Zhang Wenying took the lunch box, and after opening it, there was steaming rice, a small portion of braised tofu, and a small portion of braised fish. It just happened to be my favorite meal.

It feels good to suddenly feel that someone is worried about you.

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Metaphysical writing.