When the early spring comes, the snow fades little by little, and it becomes spring to swear its sovereignty.

He seemed to be sitting on the horizontal bar, and his eyes were attracted by the grass that had not been coming out for a long time under the horizontal bar.

"Tenacious grass can always give hope to people in adversity." This is a sentence in the text of the first year of junior high school, the truth has not changed, but the grass is no longer the one in front of his window, and it is no longer suitable for appearing on the composition paper of high school.

There are still a few drops of water on the grass, perhaps the dew drops with low temperature in the morning, and they have not disappeared until now.

Zhuang Wenche quietly approached from behind, rolled up the English newspaper in his hand, knocked on He's back, and asked, "What are you looking at?" So fascinating? ”

"Missing footage."

"Speak human words."

"Tenacious grass."

Zhuang Wenche was amused by the success, and also climbed onto the horizontal bar and sat next to He Xiang, and looked at He Xiang's gaze, He seemed to remain silent, which can be regarded as maintaining this beauty.

The wind was blowing constantly, there was a cold feeling, there was a kind of trance, I thought it was still noon when I was sitting at the staircase with Bai Chang, Bai Chang said: "Is it the love of youth, it will be scattered when it is blown by the wind." ”

More than a month has passed, and Bai Chang's life is back on track, but her liking continues, and so does He Yang. And now the young man next to him also saw that the little grass was distracted, and his eyes were shining.

What would he think, would he think of the composition of junior high school, or maybe he would think of the composition of English.

"Where do you want to go after that?" His eyes glowed, big and bright, as if they could fill the entire universe.

"Beijing. What about you? ”

"Beijing."

"Looks like we can still be together."

"Hmm."

"Alright," the young man looked away, looking at him, and smiled mysteriously, "It's time to get down to business." ”

"What?"

"Li Hua's gift package, you haven't helped Li Hua write a letter today, I brought you all the stationery."

What like: "......"

Really.

This monthly exam, what a kind of English composition, did not finish, became the main force behind this performance, Zhuang Wenche pulled her to write an essay at noon every day, and now she is full of Li Hua every day.

The letters written for Li Hua can circle the earth twice.

In mid-March, the presidents of each club also retired one after another, and Lu Qinglin was busy every day for the basketball club, and he must have been the first to rush out of the classroom the moment the class bell rang.

And the water exam at the beginning of April is also a major event that makes the two liberal arts classes anxious, for the original science tyrant, this is nothing more than writing a few more questions, and for the science scum who was not good at physics and chemistry, he has begun to choose rote memorization.

Looking at Zhuang Wenche, who didn't even understand what Ah is Jialuo constant was, he seemed to understand why he hadn't been seen in front of the grade list of his first year of high school, because he was barely in his sixties when he combined his physical and chemical students.

Talking to Zhuang Wenche, these familiar numbers are still in the depths of his mind.

Behind these, He seemed to suddenly react, it had been a year, the time was incredible, Zhuang Wenche and Lu Qing were on the bench as if it happened a second ago, and at this second, they were already preparing for the upcoming senior year of high school.

Lu Qinglin came back from the last self-study class, looking at the rolls piled up on the table, still holding the basketball in his arms, and the clothes rubbed by the basketball were a little black, but Lu Qinglin was not too dirty, and hugged him tightly.

"I didn't think I had written down all my members, and I, the president, had retired."

Zhuang Wenche patted Lu Qinglin's back and said, "The third brother of the high school will take time to accompany you to continue fighting." ”

"With your small body, the wind will fold when it passes." Lu Qinglin thought about it for a while, and then said, "You should study hard in your third year of high school." ”

In this tense atmosphere, we also ushered in the last event of my high school career, the sports day and the art festival.

In order to commemorate this sophomore year of high school, Zhuang Wenche and Lu Qinglin reported five projects in one go, and He Yang did not admit defeat and reported three, which is simply unprecedented for people like He Yang who don't usually like sports.

It seems that under the soft grinding and hard bubbles of the three people around him, he went to Lin Lan to report a long jump.

Lin Lan was also too busy to put it down, and the small form was densely filled with names. If the sports are good, the sports will report the project, and if the sports are not good, the art festival group should also report a program.

The sun in June is not as poisonous as August and September, and Lu Qinglin took Zhuang Wenche and He Yang to run laps on the playground every morning, noon and afternoon, which directly led to a large increase in the amount of food for the three of them, and they each gained three or four pounds before the games.

"Look at my perfect line muscles." Zhuang Wenche pulled the sleeves of the short-sleeved school uniform up again, admiring the "muscles" on his arms with a narcissistic expression.

It was indeed a sign of hard running, but not because of the "muscles", but because of a clear black-and-white dividing line on the arm.

"Come on, you can grow your arms with a run." As he spoke, he reached out and pinched his arm, and quipped, "It's all fat." ”

"Alas, it's a pity, I don't know how to appreciate it."

He seemed to stop his pen, looked at Zhuang Wenche, and rolled his eyes at him seriously.

"How's your long jump practice?"

"I can jump out of you."

"One meter eighty-six, that's good."

"Are you that tall?"

"Look down on who can you, you write your letters."

The opening ceremony of this campaign was led by Zhao Yutong. Zhao Yutong is 1.7 meters tall and has perfect body proportions, and with the blessing of a sports short skirt at the opening ceremony, Zhao Yutong has become the biggest focus of the entire opening ceremony for a while, and naturally attracted many young boys and girls from it, including Ke Chu'an.

"Hey, good brother." Ke Chu'an saw Zhuang Wenche sitting in the stands at a glance in the entire liberal arts class, sat next to him and put his arm in his ear to say something, and then was ruthlessly pushed away.

"What are you doing, I'm not interested in boys."

Ke Chu'an looked at the shameless person in front of him with a hard word, and thought: I still can't look down on you!

But for the sake of their own love, what is this point?

"Brother, my lifelong happiness is in your hands!"

"Hey, what's the matter, when did I become so important?"

"What's the name of the girl who led the opening ceremony of your class today?"

"Zhao Yutong, I like it, don't worry!" Zhuang Wenche became interested as soon as he smelled the gossip, "I'll help you call over." ”

Ke Chu'an didn't react faster than Zhuang Wenche's mouth, and the word "Zhao" was still shouted out before his mouth was covered, facing a pair of curious eyes, Ke Chu'an explained embarrassedly, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The man whose mouth was covered did not stop, struggling over and over again, trying to say something, but when it came to his ears, there was only the sound of humming and chirping.

"Don't scream, I'll let go."

Zhuang Wenche looked at Ke Chu'an with a frightened expression on his face, and nodded with difficulty.

"You want to kill people, you are so ruthless!"

"I was wrong, don't shout!" Ke Chu'an said the most imposing words, and in the smallest voice, he took out a bottle of water from behind his back, unscrewed it and handed it to Zhuang Wenche, "Drink some, I have to take full responsibility for death." ”

"No conscience."

"Please, help me, naturally, to make a good impression on other female dolls."

"You can't make a good impression, can you?"

"Breakfast of the week."

"Deal."

Zhuang Wenche looked at Ke Chu'an with a anxious look, deliberately slowed down, took out his mobile phone slowly, and sent a message to He Xiang: Ke, Tong, arrange.

"What are you sending here, what do you know what the hell is it?"

"You're in a hurry, you're in a hurry, you can't think of it!" Seeing Ke Chu'an's anxiety, Zhuang Wenche looked at him very ill-willedly, "Be patient, little friend." ”

Looking at the gloating appearance of the person in front of him, Ke Chu'an held back the anger in his heart, and said with a smile: "Look at the news of the class reunion?" ”

She said, "OK."

"You really understand, cow!"

He seemed to put away his mobile phone, got up and sat next to Zhao Yutong. Zhao Yutong sat there listening to the song, occasionally humming a few sentences, but most of the time he was still staring at his mobile phone and watching small videos.

"It's a little like, someone finally came to accompany me." Zhao Yutong put away his headphones as he spoke, looking at him with a happy face.

"It's about to be a game, let's go cheer for the boys together, there are only a few boys in our liberal arts class, and we still have to be kind to them occasionally."

"Hahahaha, okay."

Zhao Yutong's family is indeed rich, but she is the best protected by her parents, she is very friendly to everyone, and she has never had any bad intentions.

Sometimes, He always seems to feel that she is beautiful itself, and he doesn't even dare to touch this beauty.

"Zhuang Wenche, it's about to be a game." He seemed to beckon to Zhuang Wenche and Ke Chu'an, "It's time to check in." ”

"Uh-huh." Zhuang Wenche pretended to get up, walked in front of He and Zhao Yutong, and said in surprise: "Yu Tong is also here, what a volunteer, I will go with her first." ”

"Huh? Then I'm ......"

"Oh yes, Ke Chu'an will accompany you, he's quite idle anyway, and he made a friend by the way?"

Ke Chu'an slowly emerged from behind Zhuang Wenche, and Zhao Yutong's first impression of Ke Chu'an was that this boy's face was so red, puffing out his cheeks, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak.

And the red fluttering face looked like a pinch.

In the years that followed, whenever Zhao Yutong thought of Ke Chu'an, the first thought that came to his heart was to reach out and pinch that red fluttering face.

"Hello, my name is Ke Chu'an."

"Zhao Yutong."

"Nice to meet you, can we make friends?"

"Of course."

Maybe the heart of youth starts with a "hello".