An Luyao didn't like Li Qingchen at first, because she thought he was really noisy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In other words, An Luyao didn't like anyone at that time. It was such a haughty girl, with short hair, a somewhat baby-fat face, and big glasses, that would immediately go unnoticed in the crowd. However, even if it is an existence like a dog's tail grass, it is also a thinking dog's tail grass. In An Luyao's fourteen or fifteen-year-old memory, there was no family affection, and in her later words, she didn't understand An's parents at that time. After that, every quarrel fermented in the blurred tears of tears, and again and again, the leap of youth met the calmness of middle age, and there was bound to be a war.

Of course, she herself knows that she is lucky to be able to enter a key high school in the city. In An's father's words, "You're just a blind cat and a dead mouse." ”

However, she just didn't like An's father's tone that you got cheap, "Yes, the top 100 in the city are also touched, you can also touch it tomorrow, maybe the next champion will be you." After saying this, An Luyao closed the door with a "bump".

"Look, can this kid still talk!" Dad was left in the living room holding the admission letter and stamping his feet angrily, and Mama An on the side hurriedly played the round, "Xiao An, your dad is joking with you." An's mother turned back to comfort An's father, "You are really, what are you angry with the child, just get admitted!" An Luyao's younger brother An Luyuan was on the side, silently watching his sister's back, and quietly watching TV.

Dad An took a sip of tea, calmed down a little, and didn't say anything more, but the smile on the corner of his mouth hung until she started school.

Before, An Luyao has always been a good child loved by the teacher, studying well, not causing trouble, although the personality is a little quiet, but this is the characteristic of a quiet little girl, she was really a good child at that time.

But it seems that when I entered junior high school, everything started to change. After all, middle school is really a stage of fighting IQ, and my studies are a little slack, and my parents can't stand it, so some nagging begins to increase. In addition, she has always been a day student, riding a bicycle every day to school and home at two o'clock and one line. The sunny day is fine, the wind is beautiful, and the mood will be much better. If it rains, being read by the teacher in school, after a heavy rain baptism, drenched into a soup chicken, the young and fragile heart is in need of comfort. At this time, you keep nagging in your ears, and you are a new generation that has grown up, and you don't know how to tolerate it, so you open your teeth and dance your claws.

It seems that everyone's rainy season always has all kinds of troubles, just like An Luyao's current worry is that An's parents must send her to school.

"No, I don't." That's her answer.

"We're not going to send you there, are you going alone?" Dad's tone began to be bad again.

"That's it, Xiao Yao, you ...... by yourself"

"Don't you often say I'm not independent at all? I'm cultivating the spirit of independence......" At this time, An Luyuan's little foot gently kicked her leg.

"Sister, didn't you say you were going to take me to see your school?" For this younger brother, who is only three years younger than himself, An Luyao has always liked it.

"Yes, so is Xiaoyuan, and so is your mother, and we all care about you." Picking up the teacup, Father Ann took a sip of tea.

However, the throbbing at that time became the wildest wind, unable to tolerate some grains of sand, and in the years to come, An Luyao knew that the person he loved, the harm he gave himself, almost like the fearlessness of the future now, so empty, so worrying.

The "......" was silent, did not agree, and did not object.

"I'm done." Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, An Luyao returned to the room.

In the usual after-dinner time, An's mother still cleans up the table and washes the dishes. Dad stood on the balcony, reading and reading the admission letter and talking on the phone for hours with his uncle, who taught at that high school. An Luyuan was playing a game with An Luyao in his sister's room, and the sound of giggling came from the room, as if the previous quarrel no longer existed at this moment, and everything seemed to be calm.

On the day of school, it was still the school that An's parents sent Anlu to Yao, the best high school in the city, and the place where the top students and geniuses in City C gathered. Along the way, An Luyao didn't speak, until Uncle Fang, who hadn't seen her for a long time, saw her as if he had opened the conversation.

"I still remember when Lu Yao was young, he was noisy, but now he is so old that he can be quiet."

In her impression, Uncle Fang looks the same as the male protagonist in a certain sitcom she watched when she was a child, so she stays in her childhood memories. Although the man in front of him is not as handsome as he was at the beginning, and the years have left some traces on his face, but just like a long-oppressed person, she still listens to his words when she sees liberation.

After completing the admission procedures, introducing the school, and visiting the inside and outside of the place, An's father and mother were relieved to leave first, leaving An Luyao alone in the school.

As a "pseudo-scholar" with good luck, she was naturally assigned to the experimental class. Then, the billboard at the entrance of the school was plastered with a list of students from each class. Idle and bored, she read through the 50 people who were about to become classmates in the first year of high school (12) in turn.

"Qin Hong, Su Qing, Jiang Ruili...... And the last one, Li ...... Qing Chen" her finger pointed at the name, thinking leisurely in her heart, this name is really good.

The weather in September has not yet escaped the precursor of heat, and the propaganda board of the boulevard of the city's No. 1 Middle School is crowded with a group of people, everywhere is the breath of the sun swaying wantonly, and you can hear the noise of cicadas, and the rest of this summer, after that, their meeting seems to be destined.

"Do you know me?" The clean and relaxed tone makes it seem like he's not joking.

"Eh......" An Luyao listened to the voice and glanced back.

An Luyao didn't know that the glance at this time supported her bitterness and loneliness for the next four years, and in the days when there was no warmth and sunshine, the young man's sudden words made her think about it for a long time.

Maybe I wouldn't have seen you if I hadn't looked back; Maybe you didn't break into my world in the first place, everything was still in place. However, there are not so many possibilities, fate has given each other the opportunity to meet, but we have not yet known each other, and it is difficult to meet each other.

"Didn't you just pronounce my name?" Li Qingchen raised his eyebrows, "Na, it's the last one in the first column on the left." ”

"I ...... Reading and playing. At this moment, An Luyao felt an indescribable embarrassment.

"Are you from Class 12?" didn't care about her embarrassment at all, Li Qingchen said to himself, "I'm also alas, this year's test questions are really difficult, my dad also said that I can't enter the experimental class, and the master is still ......."

"My name is An Luyao. It's also Class 12, you see, it's in the diagonal corner of your name. An Luyao pointed with his finger.

"Hey, hey...... The two children in front, don't stand in our way...... "An Luyao came early, and now at the school gate, there is a large group of people around the statue of Confucius. The parents who want their sons to become dragons and their daughters to become phoenixes keep squeezing forward, like a flood of beasts. Seeing that her body was about to lose her balance, her arm felt a force that dragged her out of the sea of people.

"It's okay!" Li Qingchen let go of his hand and asked her.

An Luyao shook his head, "It's okay, thank you." ”

"Qingchen, have you seen the results of the class placement?" A handsome and tall boy walked over from a distance, different from the ruffian of the boy in front of him. An Luyao watched as his hand hooked Li Qingchen's shoulder, giving him a malicious smile, and then, watching him whisper a word in Li Qingchen's ear.

Li Qingchen hit his chest with his elbow with a wry smile, and looked at An Luyao with some ambiguity.

"What are you talking about, boy!"

The two "loving" people in front of him completely ignored the presence of others, and An Luyao's embarrassment was committed again.

"Uh......"

As if noticing the atmosphere in front of her, the boy's looking eyes made her a little nervous. I can't tell why I'm nervous. In the interview of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, she was very indifferent.

After all, he did erect a flagpole in the rebellion of the rainy season at that time, like a lonely wolf, although it is a bit funny to describe it, but An Luyao feels that this is both a fact and a very appropriate.

"That...... Do you know each other? She lowered her head and said glutinously.

"Yes, An Luyao, this guy is my buddy, you see he is also on the list of class 12, this guy ......" Li Qingchen began to talk non-stop.

"Okay, don't you see that other girls think you're verbose?" The boy spoke softly, as if the scene had not happened.

"Hey, Zuo Jue, what did you say, people An Luyao didn't mean this, okay!" Li Qingchen was a little angry on the side.

"Just you talk a lot."

The boy's eyes looked at her, "Your name is ...... An Lu Yao? Well...... I'm Zuo Jue, and I'll be a classmate in the future~ This kid, you don't have to worry about him, I didn't harass you. The corners of his mouth curled.

"No, Yujue?" An Luyao thought in his heart, these two should be the legendary "good brothers". Try to keep your black line head up and running normally.

"Clever! You have to remember me, my name is Zuo Jue. ”

Yes, at this time, it was still an innocent year, without modification, Zuo Jue remembered this somewhat cold girl, and with such a memory, from now on, she will be affectionate for the rest of her life.