When he opened his eyes, he found himself at home. (Read the latest chapter.)

It's still an old setting, a bit like when I first arrived at the house.

Rolled over and walked to the mirror. He looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a light blue sweater and a pair of black slacks. The hair was messy on the top of the head.

He touched his head, a little dazed.

What's going on.

Pushing open the door, I happened to see Sister-in-law Zhang standing at the door. Holding the tray in his hand, he looked at him and asked with concern, "Ye Shao, are you better?" If the fever has subsided, if not, let Dr. Yang come and take a look at you. ”

"I'm much better...... "Sister-in-law Zhang looks still young, and it seems that she has been reborn.

He walked down from the second floor, and in the living room, Zong Zhenghuang was sitting on the sofa reading a book. His thick black hair was soft, and he sat there quietly, and the aura around him made people feel awe-inspired.

Zong Zhenghuang keenly sensed that someone was looking at him, and glanced up at him slightly, "Are you feeling better?" ”

"Much better." Zong Zhengye replied softly, walked downstairs and sat beside Zong Zhenghuang.

After all, he hesitated in his heart, Xu is temperament in his previous life was a little hesitant, no matter what he said or did, he had to think about whether it was appropriate in his heart.

"Something to say?" Zong Zhenghuang's tone was slightly picky, although his eyes were still on the book, but he was keenly aware that Zong Zhengye had something to say to himself.

Zong Zhengye's throat was dry, and he said softly: "I want to go to Bei No. 1 Middle School to study." ”

"Studying?" Zong Zhenghuang suddenly raised his head and looked at him funny. "As far as I know, you have already graduated from college and are about to obtain a master's correspondence degree, what are you doing in Beijing No. 1 Middle School? To go to school or to teach? ”

"It's studying, and I think I should study again... It's only fourteen or fifteen years old now......" Zong Zhengye's cheeks were crimson, obviously very weak.

Zong Zhenghuang naturally quietly incorporated Zong Zhengye's emotions into his eyes.

"Okay, when?" Zong Zhenghuang readily agreed.

"The sooner the better." Zong Zhengye said these four words with a little eagerness.

Zong Zhenghuang smiled, looking unpredictable.

The two are just the same age, but Zong Zhengye has a kind of green and stunned taste, but Zong Zhenghuang is still a perverted person who is in the wrong test and follows the team at any time.

Zong Zhengye's enrollment was done quickly.

It was an afternoon that day, and Zong Zhengye wore a proper school uniform, neat bows, white shirt, navy blue jacket, and pants. A pair of polished leather shoes and a handbag in his hand.

Although everyone is dressed the same, where is Zong Zhengye standing.

The whole body is full of charm, not angry and self-assured. In addition, he has been immersed in art for many years, and there is more art in the extravagance. It's plain and provocative, and it makes people look at it a few more times.

He instructed the driver to go far and pick him up later in the third block outside the school.

Beiyi Middle School was still very dilapidated at this time, and Zong Zhengye had come here many times, imagining what she would have been like when she was studying here. What should it look like?

Now, all this is alive in front of me, within reach, but the bottom of my heart is empty for a while, as if I have fallen into a boundless hell, and I can't climb up.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.

The Dean of Students was already waiting in front of the school building.

He greeted softly: "Ye Shao." ”

"Well, what class is Yunmo in?" Zong Zhengye asked, Yun Mo's identity is not low, and he must be well known to this group of leaders in this school. Ask it out, you should know.

The dean replied, "The third class of the first year of high school." ”

"I'll transfer to the third class of high school."

"Well, come with me. I'll arrange for you to have a class. ”

The teaching director walked in front, and Zong Zhengye walked behind.

There are many trees planted on the campus, and the breeze blows through in gusts of time. The rustling of leaves was like countless feathers gently brushing his heart, very itchy, very eager to see her now, but afraid.

In the last life, she did everything to leave, to leave, to escape.

In this life, seeing her again, I am not afraid in my heart... Still afraid.

After the dean of students made arrangements, the class was just over. planned to take Zong Zhengye directly over, but he refused. "It's good for me to go alone, and don't pay too much attention to me at school in the future."

After speaking, he left straight away, with an elegant posture. provoked the teaching director to be amazed, and secretly admired that the sons and daughters of these wealthy families were really extraordinary.

Of course, that's after that.

Zong Zhengye is even more extraordinary.

The morning sun was good, not warm or cool, shining through the glass windows to the classrooms.

Shining on the side of her sleeping face, the baby fat on Yun Mo's cheeks had not faded at this time, and her face was slightly round, which made people feel the urge to pinch it.

Zong Zhengye walked to the door of the third class of high school, and there was no sound around him.

Everyone admired the transfer student's appearance and bearing, the boys were secretly curious, and the girls were pounding and excited.

But he ignored anyone, and his eyes indifferently scanned the corridor. Without that familiar person, he walked into the classroom again.

At a glance, I saw her sleeping sweetly in the back row of the classroom.

At that moment, he almost burst into tears. It's just that he quickly stabilized his mood and walked towards her step by step.