Half a year, right?

Red Peony still clearly remembers the conversation between himself and Chen Hao, the investment director of Qingya Investment Group, half a year ago.

That day, that scene, those words, pierced directly into his fragile heart and lingered.

It doesn't matter, though, because the sun is shining exceptionally brightly today.

The mood of the red peony is really good.

……

The sunlight scattered through the window lattice, a piece of clear yellow, cloth over the clean case, sprinkled on the handsome face of the red peony, the red peony put away Zhang Ailing's "White Roses and Red Roses", walked past the desk, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, picked up the admission letter, put on Vans white shoes, changed into a gant red and white shirt and light blue jeans, and walked out of the door.

Yes, this is the taste of youth......

In the golden autumn of September, the faint osmanthus is always so fragrant and charming.

Zhang Ailing said that when she got up the next day, Zhenbao reformed and became a good person again.

Thank you, Miss Zhang, for waking up the next day and ushering in a whole new world.

Half a year ago, Red Peony was drinking in Kuanzhai Alley, it was a fatalistic drunkenness, and when he woke up, things were wrong, and Red Peony returned to his junior high school days.

It's been more than half a year since that conversation, but the world is as quiet as ever, as if it doesn't know what happened to me.

According to the time, Red Peony returned to January 20, fourteen years ago, when he was in his third year of junior high school.

It took half a year for Red Peony to re-acquaint herself with this new world. Of course, he also spent half a year picking up the knowledge of the three years of junior high school.

If it were still back then, he would have said to the world:

This world is here, I don't regret it, and I don't regret leaving......

But since God can give him another chance to start over, he will definitely go through this experience without repeating it.

Although the ancient Roman philosophers believed that memory did not have any effect on happiness, and that memory was not necessarily real.

But the red peony really doesn't care, at this moment, why not roar and walk slowly.

Gathering his thoughts, he stepped into the campus......

Beihai City, No. 3 Middle School.

……

"Let's go, let's go!" a curly-haired little fat man pulled through the crowd and looked over the posters plastered with public notices.

"Dead fatty, do you see it! ”

"Right away, Brother Ning, don't worry...... curly-haired little fat man squeezed his eyelids and said with a flattering smile, "Ah...... Brother Ning, I saw it, you are in the 193 class of high school, wow, you are in the pearl class...... Awesome......"

The one called Brother Ning smiled proudly, "Curly hair, you said that our brother was also the first brother of the High School Affiliated to Caida at that time, why don't you have a snack? Look, you weren't assigned to the same class as me!"

"Brother Ning, can anyone be like you? You must know that your father is ......" Curly hair squeezed out of the crowd, patted Brother Ning's shoulder, and replied with a smile, but was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I said curly hair, big brother, if my score is not only one or two points apart, do you think this Beihai City No. 3 Middle School can be entered by my father?" ”

"Come on, it's still Brother Ning's generous ......"

"High 193 class?Is it the only pearl class of this year?" Red Peony muttered to herself, Red Peony walked into the crowd, but there were too many people, it was inconvenient to check, and after waiting for a while, he was about to learn Curly-haired classmates to pick up the crowd, and when he also took a look, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Classmate, may I ask what you are...... Red peony?" asked a little girl shyly.

"Yes!" Red Peony smiled and nodded, "Something?"

After coming back to this world, Red Peony rarely speaks, and his words are concise and to the point, maybe he hasn't changed, and there are still many things he wants to do, but his words have indeed decreased.

"Wow, you're much more handsome than on video!" The girl deliberately raised her voice, which immediately attracted the onlookers around her.

Suddenly, there was silence.

I can hear the sound of a girl's breathing.

It was as if I could feel the jealousy of the boys.

It was as if I could sense the relief of the teachers.

Quiet, quiet as ever.

"What, he is the top student in the high school entrance examination in Beihai City?"

"I heard that he rejected the invitation of the best high school in the city, the High School Affiliated to Beihai University of Finance and Economics?"

"Wow, he's so much better looking than on TV......"

"I like him so much...... Long good sunshine, so warm ......"

"This ...... Doesn't seem to be the right script?" Red Peony was frightened by the crowd, he just wanted to simply go to high school and start his life plan in college......

But, how does this feel like a moth?

A middle-aged woman approached in the distance and said to Red Peony, "Are you here alone?

"Hello teacher!" Red Peony greeted politely, and then said, "Get used to it!"

Dou Hong didn't know whether Red Peony's so-called "getting used to" was getting used to being alone, or whether she was used to her parents not being around, but she didn't ask much, and then said, "Thank you for choosing our third middle school, I am your homeroom teacher, Dou Hong, I will take you for the next three years!"

"I'm mainly in charge of chemistry, of course, if you don't understand anything in life, or if you need help, you can always come to me! I'll take you to see your dormitory later." ”

"Okay Teacher Dou!" Red Peony wondered, "Teacher, do you say thank you?"

"Haha, Xiaohong, you also know that Beihai City is the second largest city in the country, and the competition must be very fierce. ”

Dou Hong paused and said: "In Beihai, there are more than two hundred high schools, of which seventeen high schools are first-class A, and our Beihai No. 3 Middle School is precisely ranked third, and there are two in front of it are the Affiliated High School of Beihai Chinese University and the Affiliated High School of Beihai University of Finance and Economics. ”

"These two high schools have been pressing on our heads for many years! Especially the High School Affiliated to Beihai University of Finance and Economics, it has been ten years since it won the first place! I'm afraid that only the Imperial Capital No. 4 Middle School and Hengshui Middle School are capable of suppressing it!"

"Xiaohong, you are the champion of the high school entrance examination this time, you didn't go to the High School Attached to the University of Finance, and came to the third middle school, isn't it our school's luck, what is that?"

Although Dou Hong, as a teacher, does not compare, as long as it is related to learning and grades, no matter how you understand it, she will always be much happier in her heart.

Of course, it's also an after-dinner conversation.

"By the way, when the TV station interviewed you, you hadn't signed up for the third middle school at that time, otherwise they would have had more gimmicks. Dou Hong was happy, but inevitably wondered, "Actually, we are all curious, why did you choose No. 3 Middle School?"

Why?

Red Peony sighed in her heart, thinking that because this had been an educational grace to me.

But how can such words be spoken, Red Peony turned his face and said to Dou Hong: "I like it!"

Looking extremely serious and solemn, Red Peony emphasized: "I like Sanzhong!"

Once, when I was a child, I didn't have the money to buy extra popsicles, but every time I bought them, I liked them so much. At that time, I liked it just because the popsicle was one, it was so special, not superfluous, very unique, but more cherished.

On the big screen of life, youth is like a dream, and years are like songs, it is both rational and wild, delicate and unrestrained.

Now, when I go back to the campus again, God has let me have a flamboyant youth, a soft breeze, a shallow grass, a butterfly, and a fragrance of flowers.

There are also familiar classmates, lovely teachers, those elements are put together, and they have become the youth of Red Peony, the high school of Red Peony, the No. 3 Middle School of Beihai City, the No. 3 Middle School that used to make him cry and make him laugh.

This is his memory, and it is also his beginning, this is the unique love of red peony!

Therefore, Red Peony decided to continue this love.