Two years ago, on an early autumn morning, the sky was gray, and the other day had just finished raining, with some moisture.

Wearing a thin black T-shirt, it will look hot if you put on your coat, and it will be a little cold when you take off your coat, and you will look left and right with a slightly glowing exploration eye of curiosity, not letting go of all the details in front of you.

Curious people who are halfway fulfilled but at a loss for their daydreams usher in their first urban experience.

Following the teacher's footsteps, the clattering echoed in the corridor, passing through one door after another, the boy couldn't help but look through the window on the door, the neat and uniform dark blue school uniform, and the boys and girls looked intently at the blackboard.

The giant chain annexation has created the status of Qiantang No. 15 Middle School, although it is a public middle school, but the teacher staff and hardware facilities are among the best in the city.

The merger of the primary and middle schools allowed the high school to become independent and become one of the most desirable schools for children in the city. Despite this, the composition of the high school of the 15th middle school is still composed of students who are directly promoted from the junior high school.

He had just gotten off the bus station and came to the school alone to report to the school, which was his task.

The luggage was hastily thrown in the makeshift dormitory, and before I had time to pack it, I hurried to the academic affairs building.

opened the door with a jerky apology over and over again, and was finally led by his own homeroom teacher in the principal's office.

Two days late, the child who was admitted to the county-level city, although his family was rich, but his parents were too busy, he made a lot of mistakes that transfer students should have.

The hour hand has pointed to 9 o'clock, the unforgivable time.

Dressed in a gray T-shirt and jeans, he sighed as he looked at the wet, mud-stained sandals on his feet, ready for the coming downfall.

The head teacher is a short-haired and capable male teacher, about 40 years old, middle-aged, with a standard body shape, teaching Chinese, especially good when he has a good temper, and especially bad when he is bad, usually with a cold face.

The head teacher pushed open the door, interrupted the physics teacher's lesson, and ushered him to the podium in a moment of astonishment.

"Let me introduce, this is a new student who came in for the high school entrance examination, and there was a delay at home two days ago, so I haven't come to report it. Come, write your name on the blackboard and let everyone know it."

Facing the dark blue school uniform that was all over the classroom, the boy was already trembling, his teeth were chattering, he grabbed a few hairs that hung down to his forehead, and scanned the chins of several students in front of him with tentative eyes, but he didn't dare to meet their gaze, and then lowered his head and took the chalk in the hand of the head teacher.

He turned to the blackboard, found a place that wouldn't bother anyone, and started straining.

Unlike the old blackboard he was used to at the local school, the new one here is much smoother and doesn't require much effort to write smoothly.

The boy did not know this, he solemnly pressed his palm to the end, and his three fingers grasped the chalk tightly, and began the first stroke.

"Click," the chalk broke in two, leaving a white smudge on the blackboard that fell down.

"Hahaha......" There was laughter behind him.

He bowed his head at the blackboard, which was clean and tidy, everything was new, and he quickly realized what he should do to be in line with etiquette.

He bent down and tried to pick up the fallen chalk, slamming it on his forehead and letting out a "whoa!" With a bang, he covered his forehead, staggered back a few steps, crashed into the stomach of the podium, and disappeared from the sight of his classmates.

"Hahaha......" laughed again.

He squatted on the ground and paused for a long time, waiting for the head teacher to stop the noise, then mustered up the courage to stand up and start writing again.

Da Da, his name was left on the blackboard, and the block letters for stability were not good-looking or ugly, and they were the result of not daring to make mistakes one by one.

He took the broken piece of chalk and put it on the pen tray, and once again plucked up the courage to turn back, bowing his head slightly, bangs covering his eyes to face his new classmates.

"Then everyone will take care of him more in the future, Gu Wencheng, you will sit next to Liu Zhen. Okay, let's get on with the lesson."

He followed the head teacher's arm and looked to the corner in front of him, the empty seat in the penultimate row of aisles, next to which was a waist-length red-haired girl in a red sweater, a stark contrast to the dark blue of the classroom.

The girl looked indifferently at the boy on the podium, quickly turned her head away, and looked out the window with her chin propped up.

With just a glance, Wen Cheng also realized that this was the most dazzling girl he had ever seen, but why was he sitting alone in the corner?

He nodded far away at the girl who had turned his head away, only to find a girl with short hair and glasses smiling at him.

In contrast to the gloating glances that the class had cast at him, the short-haired girl looked at her with her lips slightly furled as if she had been looking forward to it for a long time.

The boy nodded politely to the short-haired girl, and then stepped down from the podium on his sandals, the muddy water after the rain left smudged footprints on the walkway, and everywhere he went, he began to be surrounded by disgusted and disdainful eyes.

He nodded apologetically to his classmates along the way, while trying to keep his steps as light as possible.

Once he had sat down, he realized that he had forgotten to bring his books, not even a pen and paper to pretend to be, and he sighed regretfully and looked at the girl on his right, trying to borrow something.

Coupled with the indifferent and disdainful eyes before, he had some curious fear of the girl.

"Well, can you lend me a piece of paper and pen or something......" He gently touched the shoulder of the girl's sweater.

Fifteen-year-old Yoo Zhen looked out the window with disdain and boredom, frowning without looking back, and moved a little farther away.

The boy looked down at the table in disappointment, but suddenly a black gel pen appeared in front of him, and there was a refreshing fragrance on it, and then he looked to the left, and found that his small hand, which had been delicate and fair, handed a stack of paper, which seemed to have been carefully and neatly cut with a ruler.

The short-haired girl smiled at him.

"Let's see if that's enough."

Full of sunny smiles.

"Thanks, excuse me, that, I'll pay ......you back," the boy scratched his messy hair.

"Give me back?" The girl pointed to the paper and blinked in surprise.

"Ah! I didn't mean that, I wouldn't tear off a few pages and return your ......," the boy laughed, "Anyway, thank you."

"You're welcome, by the way, can I call you Wen Cheng?"

"Yes, your name?"

"My name is Su Meng, Su Xiaoxiao, and the drizzle of the rain."

Su Meng said softly while pulling her short hair behind her ears.

With dark, and a lot of warm dark blue hair.

Honestly, if it weren't for those old glasses, what a beauty.

It would be nice if you took off your glasses, even if it was only for a second.

For some reason, when Wen Cheng was staring at Su Meng's little face so worriedly, Su Meng suddenly showed a hesitant face.

"That ......" As if responding to the boy, Su Meng suddenly spoke slowly.

Can I take off my glasses and look at you.

Hesitant to say this.

If it is really the arrangement of fate, then what are you afraid of?

"What's wrong?" Wen Cheng asked.

Without waiting for Wen Cheng to blink blankly, Su Meng pondered painfully for a moment, and finally took off his glasses resolutely.

Really take off your glasses?! Do I have any superpowers?

After the casual action, what appeared in front of Wen Cheng's eyes was a pleasing little face.

To be precise, to describe only beauty is to underestimate the woman in front of you.

Looking at her little face and eyes flickering with autumn waves, it is like being in the south of the Yangtze River under the smoke and rain, passing through the bridge and hole in a light boat, and all her troubles will disappear.

The warmth that comes from just such a glimpse is the fluctuation of the heart drawn by the call of a thousand years and the thoughts of utopia.

Breathing stopped.

The light that separates the world from me is coming from the eyes of the beautiful woman in front of me.

It was not some fiery energy, but a beautiful sorrow.

In this way, accompanied by countless thoughts shuttling by, Wen Cheng covered his fluttering heartbeat and looked at Su Meng.

Surprisingly......

Why is she looking at me in amazement?

The two of them stared at each other at the same time with their hearts beating, as if the entire classroom had disappeared.

Wen received an unexpected gift and his face turned red.

Su Meng's reaction was completely different, she began to hold her heart and tremble, opening her mouth incredulously at everything in front of her.

In addition to the uncle and Yoo Jin many years ago, the boy in front of him is also ......

A tear suddenly fell from the corner of the beauty's eyes, and her lips trembled.

Wen Cheng didn't know why the girl looked at him like that when he wrote his name, why she took off her glasses, and why the girl cried.

"Su Meng, what's wrong with you?" Wen Cheng stretched out his hand.

"No, it's not ......."

As the girl put her glasses back on, that gesture was fleeting.

But the stunned and tearful girl's face is forever engraved in her heart.

Maybe that's fate, I really want to keep it in my arms all the time.

From that moment on, Wen Cheng had an ideal.

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Such memories are like a dream on a swaying plane.

At six o'clock in the morning, Wen Cheng opened his eyes on the stone platform of the Sacred Heart Church.

(There are 18 hours left until the opening of "Night Condensation")