Ning Qiushui accompanied his younger brother back to school, went to visit Yang He alone, and chatted for a long time before coming out. Ning Zhiyuan asked, what to say, has it been so long? Ning Qiushui replied, it's nothing, just ask him to care more about you. Ning Zhiyuan later found that Teacher Yang He was much gentler towards him.

Before leaving, Ning Qiushui stuffed two hundred yuan, and when he saw that his younger brother refused to do so, he said angrily, just take it for you, see how thin you are, you must eat meat every day, and I will give you fifty yuan a month. Ning Zhiyuan knew that his brother's monthly salary was ninety yuan, but this was brotherhood, so he accepted it.

In a evening self-study class at the end of the semester, Ning Zhiyuan flipped through the books and suddenly found a pink letter, opened it and saw that it was Xue Mei, a girl in the class. He raised his eyes to see the beautiful figure sitting in the first row, with long hair over his shoulders, particularly dignified and beautiful. He received a letter of mourning and encouraged him to face the future bravely. After reading the letter, Ning Zhiyuan sandwiched the letter in his book, took out his homework and started to do it.

His heart was warm, but he was not prepared to reply. He was sensitive to the meaning of the letter as a teenager, but he was afraid that it was just sympathy and concern. He had a short-haired girl in his mind, and he wrote two words on scratch paper: Lan Xin.

From then on, he began to pay attention to Xue Mei. Only now did I realize that there were a pair of eyes that often glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally. He was very excited, but his face showed that nothing had happened. In the past two years of enrollment, the door in Ning Zhiyuan's heart has always been closed, and the inferiority complex from the bottom of his heart is like a hard eggshell, which will be wrapped thickly, and now that his father has died, his inferiority complex and misfortune have made his self-esteem more sensitive. The beginning of love is a magical power, he suddenly felt that the communication with his classmates was smoother, and the smile on his face was no longer coping stiff, and began to soften the warmth.

After evening self-study, Ning Zhiyuan, as usual, walked alone on the empty playground, and suddenly someone shouted behind him, Ning Zhiyuan. He stopped and looked back, a pretty figure in the night, Xue Mei held a book in her arms and slowly walked towards him.

He suddenly blushed and said softly, Xue Mei, you are also so late. She was silent, holding a book in her arms, staring at him quietly with big eyes. The air froze in an instant, and Ning Zhiyuan's face became feverish, and he didn't know what to say. After a while, I heard Xue Mei ask, didn't you see the letter? He touched his nose and said embarrassedly, "Look." She continued to ask, why didn't she reply? Ning Zhiyuan stabilized for a while, and replied hesitantly, I ...... I....... Xue Mei laughed quietly all of a sudden, and said crisply, stupid. Then he ran away with small broken steps.

Back in the bedroom, Ning Zhiyuan carried a bucket of cold water to take a shower. The weather in Yuezhou was already very cold in November, and he would get goosebumps when he was used to taking a shower with cold water, but today he was hot and dry, and when he lifted the bucket and poured it on his head, he felt very comfortable and couldn't help singing......