As the bell rang for the second class in the morning, the quiet campus was boiling in an instant. The impassioned "March of the Athletes" www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" came out of the loudspeaker at the top of the multimedia teaching building, resounding throughout the campus in the morning light, and the black pressure was crowded out of the teaching building and surging to the spacious playground.

If you look closely, you will see that most of the students lining up on the playground are new freshmen in high school. Because for these old oilers in the second and third years of high school, the 30-minute recess exercise time has long been delineated as one of the few free activities in the day, and the old students who avoid recess exercises can be seen in the cafeteria, commissary, and toilet, and it will take a while for the freshmen to understand this.

However, Li Mingcheng, a reborn person, is naturally not included, rather than using this time to volatilize the excess energy of adolescence on the playground, he prefers to choose a quiet place to think about life quietly.

And the rooftop is such a best place.

Even the old students in the school who have been repeating for a few years do not necessarily know that the rooftop of the teaching building can actually come up, if it weren't for Li Mingcheng, who has been playing on the campus of No. 1 Middle School since he was a child, he would not know this secret, so this place has almost become his personal excellent private space.

The view on the rooftop is very broad, you can take in the entire urban landscape of No. 1 Middle School and even in the distance, look up is the blue sky with light wind and clouds, overlook the neat queue of people on the playground, occasionally there will be a breeze transit, bathed in the warm morning light blowing wind, the whole person's mood will become calm and indifferent.

Li Mingcheng especially enjoyed this feeling.

At the end of the march on the radio, a middle-aged man can be heard saying in an enthusiastic and high-spirited tone: "The second set of radio gymnastics in the country, the times are calling, preparing, and ......"

Then familiar music rang in my ears.

Li Mingcheng raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the sun in the center of the sky, and breathed hard a breath of air with the warm breath of the sun.

Well, that's the taste of youth.

"Ouch!"

Just as he was intoxicated, a girl's exclamation sounded not far from him.

The sound is not loud, but because of the distance, even in the passionate rhythm of the gymnastic accompaniment is still clearly audible, the girl's voice is very good, crisp and tactful, like a warbler's cry, if you hear it at first glance in some specific circumstances, it may also have the magic to make the boy's heart beat faster.

So Li Mingcheng's whole person subconsciously froze.

He suddenly remembered a stimulating and surprising thing that he had encountered on the rooftop when he was in high school in his previous life.

On the roof of the teaching building, there is a utility room that has been abandoned for many years, and the door lock has lost its proper function because of disrepair, but there is nothing else in the room except for some old desks, chairs and stools, so no one will be idle to run inside.

And that happened in his sophomore year of high school, on this day he ran to the rooftop to smoke during the recess exercise as usual, and then smoked and suddenly heard a high-pitched and tactful scream of a female voice, at that time he was also startled, thinking that he had encountered something unclean, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat during the day.

But then the female voice sounded intermittently again, and Li Mingcheng listened to it and suddenly realized that this sound was a little familiar, so he mustered up the courage to follow the sound and slowly touched the side of the utility room that had been vacant for a long time.

After taking a few deep breaths, Li Mingcheng cautiously held his breath and looked through the old-fashioned window of the house, taking advantage of the faint sunlight, and then he saw the two intertwined young bodies of white flowers, and the unknown senior sister's snow-white apple-shaped ass was dazzling in the bright light.

Thinking of this, Li Mingcheng turned his head abruptly, looked at the small flat-bottomed cement house not far away, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

Damn, isn't it, these two warriors have already opened up this place as their battlefield so early?

In this case, leave the unfinished mission of your own in the previous life to yourself in this life to complete!

As a five-good youth in the new era, it is the unshirkable mission and responsibility of our generation to resolutely crack down on this bad atmosphere on campus.

Li Mingcheng stood up and walked towards the flat-roofed cottage with mottled walls in high spirits.

Touching the windowsill with a familiar car, Li Mingcheng took a few deep breaths and pressed his patience to be a little excited at the moment, then held his breath, turned sideways lightly, and slowly poked his head out to look into the room.

Hey, why is there nothing? Could it be that I am hallucinating?

Wow, Bai was happy.

Li Mingcheng retracted his head in disappointment, forget it, brother should go bask in the sun.

As soon as he opened his legs and was about to walk back, he was hit in the head by an unknown hard object that hit the softest spot above his head, and it hurt so much that he almost burst into tears.

"Damn, which grandson is plotting against me?" Li Mingcheng shouted while rubbing the wound.

Only then did he see what the "cold arrow" that had plotted against him was, it was a large novel, with a line of dark green bold font printed on the pale yellow cardboard cover—"Hello, Sorrow".

Li Mingcheng was suddenly happy.

Yo, the emotional plot is still a literary young man!

And it's also the kind of super senior, and the pseudo-Wenqing who is holding "The Edge of Love and Pain" at a 45-degree angle and looking up at the sky and holding "Triple Gate" is obviously not a hierarchical figure.

Li Mingcheng's thoughts drifted off the ground, and a weak crying voice sounded above his head, pulling him back to reality again: "Classmate, can you trouble you to come up and hold me?" I seem to ...... It's a ......."

Li Mingcheng raised his head when he heard the sound, greeted the warm autumn sun, and saw a girl poking her head out on the flat roof of the old low house.

The long hair floated up from her shoulders, into filaments, and the fine sunlight drilled out from the gaps in the long hair of the girl's shawl, as if dyeing her beautiful cheeks with a golden halo, and the girl gently frowned in the halo, and the appearance of crying had a kind of thrilling beauty.

It was a face he would never forget for the rest of his life.

This delicate face has haunted his mind countless times, and it is full of his half-asleep memories in countless sleepless nights of tossing and turning, and it still lingers after many years.

She is still so beautiful, just like the first time she saw her in the next life, so beautiful that people missed a heartbeat without paying attention.

Li Mingcheng suddenly forgot to breathe at this moment.

Meet the people you meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time, in the thousands of years, there is no earlier step, no later step, just catch up, then there is nothing else to say, but to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?" ”