The tiny city of Yuanzhou is just a very inconspicuous little point on the vast and magnificent territory of China, and it is difficult to find its location on the map of China that looks like a rooster. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt is not economically developed, there are no places of interest, there are no beautiful stories that have been passed down throughout the country, and it is difficult to find even a slightly famous representative. Therefore, even the people of Jiangjiang Province have a large number of people who have not heard of the name of this small city.

However, this will not affect its weight in Li Mingcheng's heart in the slightest.

In his last life, he stayed in many cities, including the most economically developed pearl in China, Nashville, which is known as the hometown of American country music, and London, which was once the center of the world, but none of them surpassed Yuan Zhou's position in Li Mingcheng's heart.

The rolling osmanthus trees on the streets, the smoky fly restaurants at the corners of the ancient streets, and the young men and women riding bicycles and horses in the morning and twilight drums are all memories worth cherishing in the depths of my mind.

On Monday, September 5, 2005, the day of the opening of the first high school freshmen in Yuanzhou City.

Li Mingcheng got up early in the morning, first went downstairs and ran around the lawn of the compound for 1,500 meters, then went home and took a shower, changed into clean casual clothes, carried a Nike shoulder bag given by his aunt, and went out from home.

Walking out of the gate of the compound, Li Mingcheng saw that it was still early, so he went to the rice noodle shop around the door to have breakfast.

Li's mother teaches the third year of high school this year, and she is also the head teacher of a class, she is very busy, and the genius Meng Mengliang went out, and my father, as a glorious civil servant, has always lived a comfortable "9 to 5" life, and now at this point in time, he is still chatting with Zhou Gong in bed.

The early autumn sun sprinkled between the lush branches on both sides of the street, shattering into golden spots, Li Mingcheng sat on the square table outside the rice noodle shop, the brown eyes reflected the scenery in front of him, and his heart suddenly swelled with comfort.

Perhaps we have all imagined how if we could have a chance to start over, how we would display our undeveloped ambitions, pursue the obsessions that once made people feel worried, and redeem all the regrets that we sighed about.

However, this is not the case with Li Mingcheng.

When he was truly reborn, he suddenly found that walking every day on the same path he had walked twelve years ago, reliving the people and things in this time and space, was enough to produce a kind of satisfying happiness.

Every scenery that overlaps with the images in my memory, those places that have not changed, the thriving steamed bun shop, the doorman who sits on the matza and guards the gate with a hand-cranked fan, the rickety bus that has not changed its route, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers diffusing from both ends of the street, are all integrated into the steaming rice noodles served by the middle-aged shopkeeper now, mellow and thick, through more than ten years of time, hitting the heart in an instant.

Li Mingcheng admitted that he was actually a very unmotivated person, and the fate of eating and waiting for death in his previous life was inseparable from his psychology of getting by. Even at the beginning of his rebirth, he never had any ambition to stand on top of the world, and it was his idea at the time to live, live, and live a life with nourishment and ease.

If he hadn't met that girl on the streets of Nashville, he might have spent his life in such a peaceful waste.

So he is actually very grateful to her, grateful to her for awakening the dream that he had buried in the depths of his memory and was about to forget himself, grateful to her for giving him a goal to run forward, and grateful to her for letting her realize the meaning of life for the first time in her life.

Therefore, he often imagined that if one day in the future, he could hold her hand wrapped in white tulle in the church, it would definitely be the most exciting thing in the world.

"Hey, what's the fuss, the powder is going to be cold!" The girl's coquettish voice interrupted someone's lust, and Li Mingcheng raised his head to look over, it was Liu Shiyao.

Xiao Nizi wore the newly bought clothes today, a white short-sleeved T-shirt, slim jeans, and a pair of high-top sneakers under her feet, and her pretty face was full of youthful beauty and vitality. She squinted her good-looking eyes and looked at Li Mingcheng, and said in surprise: "I got up quite early." Oh, by the way, I heard that you seem to have done quite well in the exam this time? ”

"Yes, thank you so much," Li Mingcheng smiled and said, "If you hadn't helped me with my tutoring, I guess I wouldn't have been able to do so well in the exam." ”

Xiao Nizi laughed and trembled, "Hmph, even if you know each other, how are you going to repay me?" ”

"Uh...... I really haven't thought about this...... Li Mingcheng was stunned and sneered, "Or, please eat a bowl of noodles?" ”

Liu Shiyao's expression turned cloudy for a moment, and her eyes widened and glared at Li Mingcheng angrily, "You want to send me away with a bowl of noodles?" No way!! ”

"Then do you want to eat or not?"

"Eat, of course. Why don't you eat if someone treats you! Liu Shiyao sat down opposite Li Mingcheng, and when she saw Li Mingcheng looking at her with a hippie smile, she glared back, and said angrily, "What are you laughing at, Li Mingcheng, let me tell you, this is at most interest, and the days will be long, and the account between us will not be finished!" ”

Li Mingcheng laughed and said, "Okay, okay, it's over, you can do whatever you say, eldest lady." ”

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When the two arrived at the classroom, the classroom was already full of people, and it was very lively.

Most of the students in the first middle and high school are directly promoted from the junior high school, especially the top class, almost none of them are students from other schools before, so most of the students have known each other for a long time, and no matter how bad they are, they will have a relationship.

As soon as Li Mingcheng walked into the classroom, he was discovered by his friends from junior high school for the first time.

"Hey, Li Mingcheng, you're finally here," a curly-haired boy stood up from his seat and beckoned to him, "Come here, buddy has taken a great seat for you." ”

His name is Xiong Wenhua, Li Mingcheng's junior high school classmates and one of his good buddies, and he is also the one with the best academic performance among the group of people who play well, in his previous life, he was admitted to the national defense student of Chang'an Jiaotong University, and after graduation, he was assigned to the Nandu Military Region and became a glorious national officer. In their previous lives, they had always kept in touch with each other, and even went to drink his wedding wine a few weeks before Li Mingcheng's rebirth, because he was also one of the few close friends of Li Mingcheng who continued to have a relationship from the beginning of his student days until he entered the society.

Li Mingcheng smiled at him, then walked to the empty seat next to him, put his schoolbag aside, and sat down.

"Hey, I heard that you went to the United States for a trip during the summer vacation? What do you think? Is it fun? It is said that the girls in the United States are very open, have you hooked up with a big foreign girl to appreciate the exotic customs? As soon as he sat down in his seat, Xiong Wenhua came up with his eyebrows fluttering and asked with a wink.

Li Mingcheng was a little speechless, this kid is really still the same, on the surface, he looks serious, but in fact, he is more sassy than anyone else, sometimes Li Mingcheng really thinks that he shouldn't go to the barracks, that's a waste of his talent, and the place where he should go most should be the gossip newspaper.

Seeing that Li Mingcheng didn't speak, Xiong Wenhua glanced at Liu Shiyao, who was contacting the little sisters not far away, and then actually showed a look of sudden realization, "Oh, I almost forgot, you all have Liu Shiyao......"

"What a thing!" Li Mingcheng couldn't bear it anymore, the more he talked about this thing, the more outrageous it became, and he had to do something if he didn't interrupt him again, "What the hell are you talking about?" Pay attention to whether the evidence is good or not, and be careful that I sue you for slander! ”

"Pretend, keep pretending!" Xiong Wenhua glanced at Li Mingcheng with disdain, "As for the of the two of you, who in our class doesn't know, don't you think you can hide the bright eyes of the masses, right?" ”

"......" It seems that this misunderstanding cannot be solved for a while.

"Hey, by the way, I forgot to tell you," Xiong Wenhua suddenly stepped forward with a mysterious face, and said in a low voice, "You don't know yet, do you?" In the class next door to us, there was a girl who rose from the third middle school, and it is said that she was the school flower of the former third middle school! ”

After a pause, he said with a look in his eyes, "Just yesterday, when I signed up, I secretly glanced at it from a distance, tsk, that face, that figure, that temperament, wow, it's so beautiful!" It's not an exaggeration, let me tell you this, just by this glance, I dare to conclude that our year's level flower must be that she didn't run away! ”

The smile on Li Mingcheng's face froze suddenly, and he suddenly remembered a memory that he had deliberately forgotten.

"The girl you are talking about, is it called Hou Nianqi?" Li Mingcheng's voice trembled slightly when he said this.

Xiong Wenhua was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him in surprise, "Hey, how do you know?" How, knew each other before? ”

"No, I don't know," Li Mingcheng turned his head quietly, "I've just heard of it." ”

As he spoke, Li Mingcheng's hands hidden under the desk quietly clenched into fists, and his sharp nails pierced deep into his palms with the curved palms, which were very painful, just like the colic heart at this moment.