Parents watch TV in the living room at night,Shen Yimo went to the study to surf the Internet,In fact, the configuration of their computer is very good,Compared to those high-end gadgets after seventeen years, it's not slow and outrageous,There are also a few games on the computer.,It's him.,Dad didn't say anything.,Now he's quite fond of playing bloody legends.,As for what fantasy westward journey and what Tianlong Babu,The former he prefers the current version.,The latter he feels that he doesn't have to play for the time being.,The operation is too tiring.,Not even a mount.。

After playing for a while, he was not interested, and he felt that it was better to go back to the bedroom to watch "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", remembering that in his previous life, Hanguang always disliked him, a science and engineering man, who was too unromantic, and he spoke and did things with a single look, and now he needs to learn literature to try to improve the situation.

Before he left the study and walked to the bedroom, he heard his mother calling him in the living room: "Xiao Mo, come and watch TV with my mother." ”

Shen Yimo coughed lightly and turned to the direction of his mother, thinking to himself, Hanguang, you have to forgive me, it's not that I'm not romantic, it's that my mother doesn't give me the opportunity to increase romantic cells at all.

Mother moved a little to the side, and then sat him down between herself and her father, and began to talk to him.

Of course, this conversation is all homely, and the mother thinks of whatever she wants, but in Shen Yimo's opinion, these words are quite technical, and he must listen carefully, so as not to say the wrong sentence and cause the mother's dissatisfaction.

For example, my mother said to him: "You have a few days to start school, you junior high school are required to wear school uniforms, your mother will buy you two coats to wear outside, you should buy more in school uniforms, tomorrow accompany your mother to the street, what do you want to buy?" ”

Just such a simple question is enough for Shen Yimo to think about it for a long time, although his mother is asking for his opinion, but her heart must be very clear about his preferences, so his answer must not be too far off, the question is that he is thirty years old, where can he remember what kind of clothes he liked when he was thirteen years old......

He knows very well what clothes he likes now, a black shirt with vertical stripes, which Hanguang likes him to wear, saying that it looks very thin, but will such clothes look too mature on the body of a thirteen-year-old child? ?

After thinking about it, he still said, "Just a white shirt, any pattern." ”

White is his favorite color, and the mother didn't say much after hearing it, so she said with some curiosity: "Hey, don't you all like pullovers, I think it's troublesome to tie shirts, why don't you like it now?" ”

"......" Shen Yimo explained calmly with a black line on his head, "Because the shirt looks better than the pullover, especially my body type is more suitable for wearing that." ”

In fact, he liked the pullover for twenty-eight years, and he was forced to change it after being with Hanguang, because Hanguang didn't like him to wear a pullover, so he liked him to wear a shirt, saying that it was more stylish, and Shen Yimo quickly abandoned the pullover he had insisted on for twenty-eight years and quickly threw himself into the arms of the shirt, just because every time he was too lazy to button it, Hanguang would scold him for being lazy while tying it himself.

"Hey," my mother was even more curious because of what she said, and put her hand on his arm, unrelentingly, "You started to love beauty at such a young age, and you have noticed what kind of clothes are suitable for your body type?" ”

Shen Yimo: "......"

Before he could answer, his father, who had been watching TV on the side, couldn't help but look at him and teased: "Is it that a girl in your class said that you look good in a shirt?" ”

…… Sweating wildly, Shen Yimo said with an embarrassed face: "No, I just want to wear a shirt." ”

My mother stuck out her tongue and reluctantly accepted this statement: "Okay, but you should be much nervous in junior high school, shouldn't I buy you more books?" What book would you like to read? ”

Shen Yimo again: "......"

He wanted to raise his hand and hold his forehead, how did he know what book a thirteen-year-old child should read???

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally came up with a name: "Dream of Red Mansions". ”

"......" even the mother was taken aback, "I said son, how can you be interested in this book??" ”

Dad also sneered: "It's still a dream of red mansions, can you understand it when it's so young?" ”

Shen Yimo: "......"

It's not that he's interested in this book, but this book is too famous, he remembers the four famous books in the key extracurricular reading list of junior high school and high school, and the other three are in his bedroom, just this one, in fact, he still wants to say to his father, don't talk about it now, when he was thirty years old, he basically didn't understand a few words when he wanted to see Dream of Red Mansions, and he was born with no interest in literature.

At ten o'clock, Shen Yimo went to bed, recalling the situation of chatting with his parents before, I have to say that it was really a mistake and omission, fortunately, his father and mother did not compare with him, and in the end he was rounded back, if Hanguang knew it, he would have to say that he was stupid, his memory was too bad, and it was a little like that.

Alas, Hanguang Hanguang, his heart hurts when he thinks of this name now, the two of them haven't seen each other for a day, and he doesn't know how that person is now.

He is more worried about a problem now, I don't know if the trend in this life is the same as in the previous life, at least it doesn't seem to be much different now, his father and mother have not changed, Mike is still there, and his elementary school graduation photo is still the same group of people, no more, no less.

Even so, he still can't rest assured, I'm afraid that no one will change but Hanguang will change, if that person runs to another place to go to junior high school after elementary school, the two of them basically have no chance to meet.

In the next few days, Shen Yimo and his mother went to the street to buy a few clothes, and the latter really bought several white shirts as he said, while praising him for his good figure, in addition to his mother also bought him a set of Dream of Red Mansions and several famous foreign books, along with some other study supplies.

He also met Mike, that kid is different from him, he is a very handsome mixed-race child, the contours of his facial features are deeper than the average person, his skin is not as white as words, he has been paying attention to his image since the third grade of elementary school, wearing a famous brand to get a hairstyle, and now he has graduated from elementary school and has a famous watch to wear, which is called a radiant person.

Shen Yimo is still very impressed by his image at his age, and this meeting feels like a reunion of old friends, not to mention how cordial.

Mike took him to meet the friends who often played football together, and Shen Yimo was surprised to find that he was familiar with the faces of several people, and a few of them still kept in touch with him, but he didn't quite remember what they looked like when they were children.

When playing football, Shen Yimo finally exerted a little memory ability, those who don't know and hear the name of others hurry up to remember that face, and the rest of the people who haven't heard the name quickly remember the face, keep the name and greet them in the future.

As for his own ball skills, which he has been worried about, after playing for a while, he unexpectedly found that he felt good, probably because this was originally his body, and there was nothing uncomfortable with the movement, and although the skills of kicking football were rusty because of years of abandonment, they could be picked up quickly.

These days have been very leisurely, compared with Shen Yimo's lifestyle of working from 8 to 5 in the morning and often working overtime when he used to work, these days make him feel that he is wasting time, and the only way to make up for it is to read, so he spends the rest of his time reading in the bedroom every day except for playing football with Mike, and it also makes his mother wonder why this child suddenly changed sex, and he doesn't like to play games and start reading.

It is true that his mother never interferes with him playing games, just because he studies very well, and he has not been out of the top ten in the class in every exam, but he is not particularly top-notch, and he has been hovering in four, five or six, and this situation has been maintained until he graduated from junior high school, and it has only improved in high school.

When he came home the afternoon before school started, Mike said with emotion, "I'm going to school tomorrow, I haven't had enough fun......

Shen Yimo couldn't help but smile, he couldn't wait to start school now, so that he could know if Hanguang was in this school.

"I heard that junior high school will be divided into classes, and I don't know if we will be assigned to one class." Mike said again.

"Let's see if we have a fate." Shen Yimo teased him, but in his heart he said don't worry, if nothing else, we must be in the same class.

Shen Yimo's junior high school is the city's No. 1 middle school, a very famous school in the city, and when he and Mike came in the morning, there were already many people in the school, all gathered in front of a large bulletin board.

Shen Yimo knew that their class placement was written there.

The two also walked over, and Mike was anxious to see which class he was placed in, and whether he would be assigned to Shen Yimo, but the latter didn't care about himself at all, just to see where Hanguang's name was.

He was relieved when he finally saw the familiar three words under Class 9, and suddenly thought that Hanguang had told him before, on the day he looked at the junior high school graduation photo, Hanguang said that he was in Class 9, and it was also written in the photo, but Shen Yimo didn't take it to heart.

Because it was the first day of school, the teacher asked them to clean up, and by the way, they were given military training uniforms, and a week-long military training will be carried out from tomorrow.

In fact, he wanted to go over and see Hanguang from the beginning when he knew that Hanguang was in this school, but he couldn't find the right time, he didn't know when that kid would come out, and he didn't know how to hang at the door of other people's classrooms all the time, plus he didn't know which of their classmates were his classmates in elementary school, so he didn't see each other for a day.

Originally, the classroom of Class 9 was one floor higher than that of Class 5, and Mike would still chat with him after class, and sometimes take him to the bathroom with him, but he only went to the door of Class 9 upstairs four times a day and didn't see anyone.

There is nothing to say about the military training on the second day, the sun feels as poisonous as the last time, the instructor is still the same as the original, and the instructor will designate them to stay in one place during the break, and they are not allowed to walk around at will.

The whole playground was a mess of people, and he had no idea where Class Nine was.

"Well, I said," they were sitting under the fence during the break, right in the shade of the tree, and he said to Mike, "Where is Ah Yang?" ”

Ah Yang is also their good friend, but he doesn't live in the same community, and he is someone who is still impressive to Shen Yimo. Mike thought about it, "He seems to be Class 10, I saw his name before, it's Class 10." ”

"Oh, what about Xiao Han?"

He asked six people in a row, all of whom were classmates from elementary school, and Mike could remember four of them, but none of them were in Class 9.

"Oh." Shen Yimo nodded, and pointed to another training class that was very close to them, "Hey, look, how many classes are they?" ”

"I don't know," Mike looked over there, pointed to a person, and said, "Isn't that Xiao Wu?" Xiao Wu seems to be in class seventeen, it should be. ”

"Ahh Although Shen Yimo regretted it, he had to end the topic, and even if Mike didn't doubt it, it would be annoying to ask again.