At the end of May and the beginning of June, the sweltering summer is just around the corner.

Li Qian in the previous life was a busy person, it was common for this crew to string that crew, this drama next to that drama, or to play several roles such as drama affairs, props, and supporting roles in a crew, such as the nth role. After crossing over, Chu Chu was idle, and at first he thought that he would definitely not be able to adapt, but it turned out that he was wrong.

When those who have just arrived in a strange world, they are nervous, excited, restless and impatient...... and so on all emotions gradually dissipated with the day by day of calm life, and even he began to set his own short-term goals, but he suddenly found that he was sitting in the classroom reading books, listening to lectures, memorizing texts and doing problems...... I actually enjoyed it!

Well, being idle was just one of them, and the key thing was that he found that he was starting to enjoy the feeling of learning!

It's a weird thing to think about.

In the previous life, although Li Qian's grades were not bad, it was difficult for him to be classified as a good student, because he really didn't work hard, at best he could cope - at that time, he was only interested in guitar, only music.

But now, he really thinks that it is really a rare and beautiful thing to be able to sit quietly in the classroom without thinking about anything and worrying about nothing.

Of course, he loves music, he loves the guitar, and that's ever.

But unconsciously, his heart, which was always tight, still became lighter little by little.

He was not late, did not leave early, did not sleep in class, listened very carefully, completed his homework in a timely manner, and went from easy to difficult, from Mandarin to English, from English to history, then philosophy, nature, mathematics, Russian...... He began to enter into a comprehensive review and consolidation of the various subjects under his control.

Outside of learning, it's music.

In recent days, he has been on the roof of the school building every afternoon after school, including Saturday and weekend afternoons, to practice for about an hour. It's not a long time, and he doesn't practice many songs, for him, at the age of seventeen, he doesn't dare to use his voice too much, so it's more appropriate to say that he is practicing guitar and breath rather than practicing songs.

Of course, what he won't know is that his singing voice has not been extinguished in the quiet campus after school every afternoon. In the easternmost office on the third floor, there was always a girl reading a book and listening to the sound of a guitar wafting from the rooftop—though for her, it was just background music as she read.

So, in the blink of an eye, the end of May really arrived.

The monthly exam once a month in the thirteenth middle school has also arrived.

Thursdays, Mathematics, English, History, Philosophy.

Friday, Nature, Russian, Bahasa Malaysia.

Although he may not really see how important this exam is in his heart, Li Qian, like every classmate, spent the two days with a little apprehension. Then, every day after dinner, he had to go to the roof of the building to answer Wang Jinglu -- this was a task, no bargaining, and it had to be completed.

After the answers to the four courses on the first day, Wang Jinglu was pleasantly surprised.

After the answers to the three courses on the second day, Wang Jinglu was overjoyed.

Her grades have always been excellent, with a full score of 700 points, and the total score has been swinging around 650 points, making her a consistent top three in the entire grade and a strong contender for the first place in her grade. So for Li Qian, her answer is close to the standard answer. Wang Jinglu still gave her own assessment of 650 points, and Li Qian's assessment score was 540 points.

For Li Qian, this is an excellent achievement!

You must know that Li Qian only scored 433 points in the last monthly exam, and although Li Qian repeatedly patted his chest and promised, Wang Jinglu's highest expectation for him was to score more than 460 points.

Therefore, Wang Jinglu cheered, like that, she was even happier than she was admitted to the Beijing Film Academy.

…………

On weekend afternoons, on the third floor of the teaching building, the Chinese language teaching group of the second year of high school.

There are a total of 12 classes in the second year of high school, and there are 6 Chinese language teachers, which just occupies a small office.

This weekend, students can take their weekends off after taking exams, but teachers have to work hard in the office to correct the exam papers. It's good to say that science subjects have standard answers for everything, and liberal arts are not so simple, analysis questions, policy questions, all need to be read word by word, although there are guiding answers, but the real writing is biased, as long as there is something to say, you can't give zero points. Among the liberal arts, the correction of the Chinese language test paper is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Because there is a 1000-word essay in the national language test paper.

At this time, it was already half past five in the afternoon, and the task of correcting the papers was almost completed in the morning, and in the afternoon, the teachers were busy counting the scores and ranking them. Then, at about four o'clock, all the work was done, and the test papers were distributed to the teachers. And by about five o'clock, even the head teachers of each class had already counted the scores of each subject in the class and the total score ranking of the class, and they packed up their things and left.

Soon, only Qi Jie was left in the entire building.

She doesn't have a novel to read today, and stays in the office and doesn't go home just because she doesn't want to.

After the last KTV, there was no contact between her and Lu Liang for several days, and then, Lu Liang's parents came to the door on the grounds that they came to get together with old friends and old buddies and have two drinks.

And then—

"Xiaoliang, that kid is confused, what kind of object is the surname Liu, others don't know, can we still know? Sing a song with him, where is the right place to call you over? Isn't it okay to find trouble!" said Lu Liang's father.

"This matter, of course, Xiao Liang did not do it right, did not do it well, but Xiao Jie, the two of you have known each other since childhood, you also know, Xiao Liang, this child, has a bad temperament, and he takes his face very seriously, he, even if he knows that he has done something wrong, he will never admit his mistakes. In this way, Xiaojie, you should feel sorry for Auntie and me, okay? You give him a face, give him a step down? Okay? Don't worry, this matter is in Auntie's heart, and Auntie will definitely find an opportunity for you to take this breath in the future? Okay? We are both the same fate, what should we do if we catch up with a man with a strong personality? But then again, this strong man, although there are thousands of bad things, but one thing is definitely good, that is, he can take care of the things outside, and he will definitely not let you suffer......

"Oh, the little couple quarreled and quarreled at the end of the bed, isn't it just a little awkward, this kind of thing, where is there any right or wrong! In this way, Xiao Jie, you call Xiao Liang, you don't have to apologize, I apologize, just make a phone call! What is this, no one can mention this matter and just pass?" This is what Qi Jie's father said.

"Yes, Xiaojie, you don't have to twist your temperament or something, go, call! Oh, you can go, this kid, there is me and your aunt in the kitchen, ah, go!" this is what Qi Jie's mother said.

Then, Qi Jie and Lu Liang reconciled again, and treated each other as if something had never happened. However, Qi Jie's mood was even worse than that night, so bad that she didn't even want to go home.

So, she could only desperately find something to do for herself.

For example, she plans to read the exam essays of all the students in her two classes.

Then, in the silence of the campus, she suddenly heard the pleasant sound of the guitar again.

He shook his head and sighed with a wry smile.

"This guy works hard enough on the guitar, even on weekends!" she thought to herself.

Flipping through the next essay, she was shocked by the bright red "50 points".

Full marks for essays!

The test papers of the monthly examination are sealed in the candidate's information column, and then they are uniformly corrected, so no one knows in advance which class they are changing, and it is only after the correction is completed that everyone will exchange key information.

For example, teacher Zhao Hongmin said that he changed a full-score essay.

And that was also the only full-score essay in the entire sophomore year of high school in this exam.

It's actually out of its own class!

The first reaction of the subconscious, she first flipped over and looked at the candidate's name.

Li Qian!

"Yo, that's amazing! I actually wrote a perfect score!"

Giving a perfect score to an essay in the exam naturally means that the teacher thinks the essay is impeccable.

As a teacher, Qi Jie certainly knows Li Qian's level of Chinese language, and knows that his composition has always been quite good, belonging to the kind of level where basically every composition can get around 40 points, not top-notch, but absolutely excellent, but to say that he writes a full score composition...... It's a bit more than expected.

This made Qi Jie more and more curious, and when she turned back to the composition page, her eyes widened, and she looked carefully at word by word.

The essay topic for this exam is called "Hope", well, very bad, but it is a very big topic, the title is self-proposed, the subject is self-chosen, the requirement is full of 1,000 words, and the poetry is required to be no less than 40 lines.

The title of Li Qian's essay is "Hope".

Because the grading teacher gave this essay a full score, Qi Jie had already given the highest expectations for this essay from the very beginning.

Outcome...... She was still shocked.

Wish?

In this composition, laughing and scolding, vertical and horizontal nonsense. You say hope, he is really a little energetic, but if you really calm down and study carefully, you don't feel that there is a lingering old-fashioned atmosphere between the lines!

To put it simply, it's not like an essay written by a sophomore boy, it's more like the gibberish of a middle-aged man with a stumbling life after drinking a fragment -- but on the contrary, it is heartfelt.

Qi Jie finished reading it, turned it back and looked at the front of the test paper again-it was Li Qian's, yes.

For a while, Qi Jie didn't know what to say.

This essay is certainly good and certainly deserves full marks, but ...... Li Qian's style has changed too much, right?

"Could it be that he broke up with Wang Jinglu?" she thought.

Then, she decisively found Wang Jinglu's composition, well, 46 points, quite a high score, but this is exactly Wang Jinglu's normal level...... The problem is that Wang Jinglu's style of writing has not changed! As always, the small things are delicate and delicate.

"It seems...... Doesn't it look like a breakup?"

Qi Jie sat at the desk, writing one composition at a time, frowning and thinking hard.

…………

It was half past six in the afternoon, and it was not dark yet, but it was already sunset, and it was not long before it got dark.

Qi Jie roughly read the exam essays in the two classes, and then went back to read Li Qian's essays again, but she was still puzzled by the issues she cared about. However, she knew that the time had come, and there was no point in delaying it and going home late, so she got up and packed up her things and locked the door, preparing to go home.

Walking to the staircase on the third floor, listening to the faint sound of the guitar coming from the roof, she paused, occupied the spot for a moment, and then stepped upstairs.

Still on the steps leading to the rooftop on the fifth floor, in the old place, she took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and then sat down.

On the roof, the previous song must have just finished singing, and after a few chords at the end, it stopped, and then, the guitar sounded again, accompanied by the familiar sound of the last time.

"The quiet village is covered with white snow,

Doves fly under the hazy sky,

The birch tree is engraved with those two names,

They swore to love each other for the rest of their lives.

One day the flames of war burned to my hometown,

The young man took up his gun and ran to the frontier,

Don't worry about me, sweetheart,

Waiting for me to come back in that birch forest.

The sky is still overcast,

There are still pigeons flying,

Who will prove those,

Love and life without a tombstone.

The snow is still falling,

The village is still peaceful,

Young people,

Disappear into the birch forest.

The bad news came that afternoon,

The sweetheart died in the distant battlefield.

She silently came to the birch forest,

I look forward to watching and watch there every day.

She said he was just lost in the distance,

He will definitely come,

Come to this birch forest.

The sky is still overcast,

There are still pigeons flying,

……”

Qi Jie sat on the steps, holding her chin with her hands, and slowly closed her eyes as she listened.

"What a sad story!" she thought.