The rain in early autumn always falls inadvertently.

Time and memory blended and solidified together, Lin Fan raised his head, and the sour air flashed with the parting sheng flute in Qin Rao's eyes.

It seems to be full of endless but untouchable distances, but what flickers in my heart is a face that I can't forget in the afterglow of summer.

One in the sixtieth, the name was not read, Qin Rao carefully hid him, she turned her head, outside the window was the dripping raindrops, the cool air was pressing, she warmed her palms, this battle without suspense, Lin Fan expected to lose completely.

Mo Feng patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, "I really admire you now, you handed in all the blank papers?" Didn't even copy the note I gave you in math? Now the evil god can't catch your handle, and it's even more impossible to give you a cheating hat. ”

Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal, still wondering why he had no results, could it be that Zhang Jianguo was angry and wanted to give himself eye medicine again?

After five minutes of silence, Zhang Jianguo looked at each student's expression, and finally stopped his gaze on Lin Fan, this kid was quite calm, he pressed the last report card with four fingers, and then tapped the lectern a few times with his fingertips.

He originally thought that Lin Fan would be expelled in the next few days, so naturally he didn't count his results and rankings, and the reversal yesterday afternoon reminded him that he had counted Lin Fan's results overnight, but the results and rankings that had been printed couldn't be changed.

Of course, he didn't want to change it, thinking of his dark circles in the mirror, he suddenly had a deep sense of powerlessness, Lin Fan's results caused him to lose sleep for half a night, he didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't help believing it, the first paper in less than an hour for each course, what else could not prove such a speed.

It's like a martial art that is only fast and unbreakable, so he can't start.

But at this moment, Lin Fan has become an old monk, ignoring his achievements, and poor Zhang Jianguo's last little trick is also accompanied by Xu Xiang's loud voice Shicheng Dahai.

"Teacher Zhang, there are sixty students in our class, and there are only fifty-nine people on the ranking list, is there one less count?" Xu Xiang really couldn't help it, as the penultimate at this stage, he didn't want to show his demeanor in the last row.

Zhang Jianguo was waiting for Lin Fan to speak, but he didn't expect a fool to suddenly appear, he glared at Xu Xiang, "The penultimate is not embarrassing enough?" Or do you want to find another backpad? ”

Xu Xiang was told through his thoughts, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

However, his voice has asked many people's thoughts.

Zhang Jianguo had no expression, he stared at Lin Fan for a long time before he said slowly: "By the way, Lin Fan's grades were not counted at the beginning, and they were only made up yesterday, so they did not appear on the report card." ”

He picked up the last report card on the lectern and motioned for Lin Fan to step forward.

A whisper, like the sound of a wet sa on the leaves of a sycamore tree outside the window, and the unannounced results fell on a classmate like a mystery, is it a secret that can't be told or a rose with thorns? Is it the mockery of a failed cheat or the unexpected moccasins heel of a detective?

It's just that everything in this has turned into a white paper crane in Lin Fan's hand.

568 is the folding method of a thousand paper cranes, or a dream that Lin Fan once couldn't touch, but in this classroom like water, it was realized silently.

Zhang Jianguo had already walked outside the classroom, urging everyone to pack up their things and line up outside the classroom door, choosing seats according to their ranking.

Lin Fan was the last to walk out of the classroom.

The neat blackboard and the brand-new desks shine the brightest light on the four groups of five rows, and the thousand paper cranes in Lin Fan's hand are quietly docked in the corner of the desk, shining in the quiet and empty classroom at this moment.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm lining this, right?" Lin Fan pointed behind Cheng Long at Zhang Jianguo at the door of the classroom.

"Yes." Without too many words, Zhang Jianguo nodded expressionlessly, but his heart was full of flavors.

The sparse autumn rain clings to the wind passing through the window, sending a slight coolness in.

Zhang Jianguo's slight nod movement, like a finger toppling dominoes, the team outside the classroom door flowed like a tide, and his surprised expression was like a long dragon beating drums and passing flowers, from the first row to the last row.

"What? Lin Fan is the second place? "Lin Fan is the second place!" "No, Lin Fan is the second place! How many points does he have? ”

The sound of one after another spread behind the waves of people who rotated high and low, and underneath the stunned expression was the exclamation of the female voice covering her mouth and the sigh of the boy shaking his head.

"Okay, other classes are still studying on their own, you guys should be quiet." Zhang Jianguo frowned and motioned for everyone to start choosing seats, "Cheng Long, let's go in." ”

Like a knight returning triumphantly, Cheng Long held his head high, the first to step into this space that would lock his life for three years, he knew that every small choice would become a big difference in the future in the future, such as the strong urge to sit with Qin Rao at this moment was telling him that getting close to her was the first step.

Cheng Long knew that she would definitely choose three groups of five rows, and all the boys in the class knew that it was Qin Rao's favorite position, and that was the position she hadn't changed since elementary school.

His heart began to beat faster, Cheng Long thought of the possibility of sweetness in the future, he strode to the four groups of five rows, and just wanted to sit down, but found a bright thousand paper cranes on the desk, like a warrior guarding his territory, and he sent out a fierce beam of light to declare war on him.

"My position BY Lin Fan!" The crooked words stabbed Cheng Long's courage to the point that all at once, he remembered Hu Wenlong's pants that day that was glued to the seat, thought of Chen Yifei's evil smile, and thought of Mo Feng's tall physique.

He subconsciously stepped back and sat down in a daze for the position of five groups and five rows.

Qin Rao looked at the back of the person who walked into the classroom in front of her, the originally illusory and foam-like scene happened so naturally at this moment, and the hardest goodbye she had already prepared would become a precious memory that only she knew.

He always has endless secrets, endless surprises, so the goodbye that was originally planned to be given to him is now treasured by himself for him, this is a little secret about him, he will never know, but it feels good.

Turning around in the light and dark, Qin Rao bit her lip to smooth the waves in her heart, she stepped into the classroom with bright lights jumping, and she was greeted by four stares projected from the fifth row.

In the autumn rain, it seems that the sycamore leaves are falling carelessly, and there are very shallow ripples on the ground, and in the classroom, Qin Rao takes two more steps, and the ground is covered with more quiet sounds, if there is no sound, but it is more and more real.

Such light and staggered footsteps will make people can't help but fall into the gentle crevice of time, everyone is like a prisoner stuck in the soft, waiting for the saint in front of her to reach out in the bright sunshine, and then redeem herself and the soul hidden in the shadows.