In front of Double One High School.

The iron pillar floated in front of Yan Chiyu with a single-lens reflex, and skillfully pressed the video recording button.

Two days before the college entrance examination, the school was closed.

The boy stood alone in front of the school name, the sun caressing his hair and caressing his slightly frowning brow. The three-dimensional face is perfectly defined in the light, and the thick and slender eyelashes hang lightly, and then when the head is raised.

Yan Chiyu in the video, wearing a school uniform of Double One, is an eighteen-year-old boy with a vigorous appearance, with faint eyebrows and eyes wrapped in a little lazy and careless.

"The college entrance examination is coming the day after tomorrow, will you come back?"

"Wu Yue, whether you will come back or not. I have to come on, I am waiting for you at Jinghua University. ”

Yan Chiyu had thought of one hundred and eight ways to meet Wu Yue, and the most recent one, and the one he had the most hunch, was that on the day of the college entrance examination, the girl appeared in front of him, smiling.

"Hey."

"Yan Xiaoyu, I didn't miss it."

"Come on."

It's a pity that until he walked into the examination room with the crowd, he didn't see the figure that haunted him.

In June, the midsummer is full of cicadas. The sky is like a washed gem, shimmering with a clear blue luster.

We all enjoyed the blue sky, white clouds and breeze on this day.

Carrying all the hard work and hope, the students divided lanes from the gate to different examination rooms and classrooms.

This is one of the most important things in life, and it is a prepared effort, but also a rush of intense anticipation.

On the day he finished the English test on the 8th, Yan Chiyu returned to Double One High School from the examination room.

That day, he waited at the school gate until ten o'clock in the evening.

Didn't wait for anything.

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On the ninth day, there was a "final class meeting".

The students who stayed in the dormitory got up early in the morning to pack their luggage, and the sky outside the window was still dark and gray, and the sky was not very bright.

Originally, Yan Chiyu was not willing to hold this class meeting, and he was pulling some useless things horizontally and vertically, just to make a summary of the past three years.

But after thinking about it, he went anyway.

Squatting at the door, with the gatekeeper.

In the senior high school teaching building.

The students ran to the top floor, and those who didn't want to go threw test papers, newspapers, and exercises down the corridor on the upper floor. smiled and shouted twice, "Lao Tzu has graduated—"

"Fuck your words, the number of English, political, historical, and incarnated, goodbye, goodbye!!"

"Lord's youth! It's over—"

Then, no one expected the dean to say, "If you want to repeat it, take it!" ”

Staring at the director in the central aisle on the first floor, hearing his roar, the big guy blossomed.

"It's impossible to repeat!!"

"We've got it all the time, hehe."

Thirty-eight classrooms in high school.

After Tao Xinhua dismissed the meeting, some classmates couldn't help but turn their heads and secretly wiped their tears.

This sentence will have a period in the future, maybe it will be indefinite.

When they left the classroom, each student had a bouquet of flowers in their hands, and there were three flowers. Rosemary, peach blossom, sunflower.

Song Wen knew that after they left the classroom, they went to the doorman to find Yan Chiyu, but unfortunately the building was empty, and the young man didn't know when he had left.

Song Wenzhi was holding two bouquets of flowers in his hands.

It was prepared by Lao Tao for Yan Chiyu and Wu Yue.

The four of them stood under the "Double One Senior High School" sign and stood facing the light for a long time.

There was a clamor in the ears, cheers and weeping.

"Woo, you must contact more after graduation!"

"Which school do you want to go to? Together, right? I don't want to be separated from you. ”

"It's better to break up."

"Goodbye, my dear classmates."

"Goodbye, Double One."

The clear blue sky spreads like a painter's watercolor splash of ink, and bluebirds fly leisurely past, leaving white streamline traces. The shadows of the trees are swaying, the wind is inspiring, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating.

Me and you,

with the past,

With the third year of high school,

Say goodbye softly.

Good bye.