Hao Nanren looked at the students who came and went, and was a little impatient: "You can take it, this is the orange candy that my relatives brought from other places, it's delicious." ”

As he spoke, Hao Nanren walked a few steps closer to Lin Zijiao, stuffed the sugar packet in her hand, and turned around and ran away towards the school gate as if he was afraid that she would catch up.

Lin Zijiao reluctantly wanted to catch up and return it to him, but was stopped by another girl's voice: "Lin Zijiao, you are coming to school, why don't you tell me, let's go together?"

Lin Zijiao turned around, and what she called her was a round-faced girl, with slightly yellowed hair tied in a ponytail, plain and clean clothes, a simple smile, carrying a very old schoolbag, and running towards her while waving.

The girl followed closer, affectionately grabbed Lin Zijiao's arm, and pulled her towards the school gate together, tilting her head to look at her from time to time, with a happy smile on her face.

"Lin Zijiao, it looks like your illness is all cured. A sly smile appeared on her slightly honest face, and she whispered: "You guy is sick and won't come to me, tell me quickly, what did Hao Nanren give you just now?"

Lin Zijiao was a little panicked, it seemed that the girl had a good relationship with Sister Zijin, but she didn't know anything about this girl, and she didn't even know her name.

In his previous life, Lin Zijiao was influenced by his son Xiaozhang, and he also read a few time-traveling articles.

She looked at the girl's honest smile, and secretly complained in her heart: Everyone who has crossed over in the novel has the memory of the original body, why doesn't she have the memory of Sister Zijin?

The girl was still looking at Lin Zijiao, and at the same time gently pushed her ribs with her elbow, and threatened in a low voice: "Say it quickly, what did Hao Nanren give you, if you don't say it, I'll grab it and see it myself!"

As she spoke, she looked eager to try, and grabbed Lin Zijiao's schoolbag belt, as if she really wanted to do it.

Lin Zijiao was afraid that the girl would shout out, so he hurriedly compromised: "Don't mess around, it's just a few pieces of candy." ”

"Oh ho ho, sugar, take it out and let me see if it's sweet?" the girl looked like she wasn't going to let her go, grabbing her schoolbag and making a gesture to pull it out.

There were a lot of students at the school gate, Lin Zijiao was speechless, she didn't know the relationship between Sister Zijin and this girl, and she couldn't just pull down her face to drive people away, so she had to push it off.

"Don't, I'm going to return it to Hao Nanren, how can I take his candy casually. ”

Listening to Lin Zijiao's words, the girl stopped, looked at her sideways and smiled: "Hey, Lin Zijin, you have changed." ”

This is the first time that someone has said bluntly that she has changed since Lin Zijiao came. Lin Zijiao was stunned for a moment, a little weak-hearted, so he didn't dare to pick up.

The girl didn't notice her strangeness, and said with a smile: "Didn't you two often exchange food with each other before? ”

The two had already arrived at the school gate while talking, and the surrounding students gradually became dense, and someone greeted them: "Lin Zijin, Yin Xiuli, you came very early." ”

was interrupted like this, Yin Xiuli no longer studied Hao Nanren's affairs, pulled Lin Zijin to greet her, and laughed with the girl.

On a winter campus, smoke rises from the chimneys on top of rows of classrooms.

Most of the boys and girls, dressed in simple styles and dull cotton jackets and trousers, gathered at the school gate and scattered to their classrooms.

Lin Zijiao followed behind the two girls and entered the seventh class of the second year of high school.

It was still cold in the classroom, and there was an iron stove in the open space behind it.

A few boys had just lit the stove, the fire was not very strong, the stove was still smoking outward, and the classroom was so smoky that people couldn't stop coughing.

"Don't close the door! Yin Xiuli, you also open the window to scatter smoke, this chimney has been used for a winter, it's time to tear it down and knock it. ”

A tall boy said to Yin Xiuli, holding a furnace hook made of steel bars in his hand and beating on the chimney made of iron sheets.

The sound of a bang was mixed with the sound of coughing, and the classroom was very lively with few people.

Yin Xiuli opened the window, coughing and shouting: "Miao Wei, you are an afterthought, you only said to hit the chimney when the stove is lit, what did you do earlier." ”

The boy laughed and didn't refute, stepped on the stool and moved, knocking the nearly two-meter-long chimney next to each other, and then jumped down: "It's a holiday after New Year's Day, and this chimney will be hit again when school starts next year." ”

His gaze stopped on Lin Zijiao, and his smile was cheerful and clean: "Lin Zijin, is your illness cured?"

Lin Zijiao already knew that the boy's name was Miao Wei from the conversation just now, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, and greeted him with a smile: "Thank you Miao Wei for your concern, my illness has been cured." ”

As soon as Lin Zijiao said this, Miao Wei was stunned for a moment, and there was a moment of silence in the classroom.

Yin Xiuli stepped on the stool to open the last window, but did not get down from the stool, but stepped on several adjacent stools step by step.

It wasn't until Lin Zijiao's side that Yin Xiuli jumped down, patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Lin Zijin has been sick for a while, and his speech has changed his taste, why is he so sour?"

Thank you Miao Wei for your concern, my illness is cured, haha!"

She pinched her throat to learn what Lin Zijiao had just said, and several other classmates also laughed and joked about Lin Zijiao.

Lin Zijiao was a little embarrassed, the classmates spoke the local dialect outside the class, and her local dialect was not very good, but Yin Xiuli made fun of her.

Miao Wei also laughed, diverted the topic and commanded several classmates to work: "Okay, okay, Yin Xiuli, don't laugh, you guys set the table, Zhao Lidong, you sprinkle some water on the ground, and the classmates will come in a while." ”

As he spoke, he beckoned Lin Zijiao: "Lin Zijin is just sick, don't work, sit here on the stove and bake the fire first, I will add some coal to the stove, and the classroom will be warm when the fire is hot." ”

There was a pile of coal at the back of the classroom, and he quickly picked up some pieces of coal from a dustpan and added them to the stove, while several other students arranged their desks in a circle.

Several female classmates took out latte art cut with colored crepe paper, and instructed the boys to hang it up, and Miao Wei had already made the stove and followed to help.

A group of half-grown teenagers and men and women shouted and laughed, the classroom was very lively, Lin Zijiao was infected by the atmosphere, and also laughed with Yin Xiuli.

The flames in the stove were whirring, the smoke was no longer emitting from the cracks, and the classroom was gradually becoming warmer.

Without waiting for Miao Wei's command, Yin Xiuli stepped on the stool again and closed the window.

From time to time, some students entered the classroom with a smile and a smile, each found a place to sit down, and put food such as melon seeds, sugar cubes, black dates and red dates on the table.

The homeroom teacher of Class 7 is surnamed Fang, a young man in his twenties, with a square head and a square head, small eyes and a small mouth.

He came to the stage and said a few words, recited a leader poem with everyone, and then handed over the responsibility of hosting the show to the squad leader Miao Wei and the entertainment committee, and sat by the door with a smile.