As Lin Huiyin said, "On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have two or three graceful flowers, draped in emotional flowers, unfold silently." ”

Cold comes and summer, and flowers bloom and fall differently.

Some people and stories have been layered thousands of times at the bottom of the heart, and they have not been able to hide the initial throbbing.

Hua Lin will never forget the late August of that year, a day that continued the scorching heat of midsummer.

The scorching sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the leaves and slipped easily into her heart.

She thought it was a prelude to a beautiful fairy tale.

But I don't want to, it may be a joke with black humor that is intriguing.

This is the day when the enrollment of new students in key G middle schools in M city is announced.

Fourteen classes in the entire first year of high school were sprinkled and pasted in a row on the bulletin board.

There are also different hierarchical sequences in the fourteen classes:

The boarders in the boarding class come here from various counties to study, eat and live in the school, and will receive some extra care;

The top class brings together top students, all of whom are equipped with top teachers in the school, and their coursework is very heavy, bearing the hope of the admission rate of the school's college entrance examination in three years;

Others, regular classes, including students admitted with normal cut-off scores, or self-funded expansion students.

Of course, these grades are not reflected in the class placement announcement.

It was only later that Hua Lonely learned that almost all the subject teachers in her class were shared with the top class.

Even the head teacher of the top class is one of their teachers, so their class has become a recognized key class in the ordinary class.

Through the crowd, Hua Lin found her name very smoothly, class 10 of the first year of high school.

The strokes of "flower" are simple, the surname is special, and the name is eye-catching.

When she turned around, she casually moved her gaze back a few lines, stunned.

She actually caught a glimpse of an incredible name - Bai Xingyi (yi, four sounds. ）

A vague figure looming in my mind.

"And who do you want to make happy?"

"You."

How old is that?

Ignorant age, sultry words.

This name is the same as Hua Lonely, and the probability of the same name is too small.

But how?

Since junior high school, Bai Xingyi has been transferred to the junior high school of another provincial key high school in M City.

It stands to reason that the probability of going straight to the high school of the school after the high school entrance examination is 100%.

This is also why when filling in the volunteers, Hua Lin didn't even think about it, so she reported to G without Bai Xingyi.

As a result, there are 14 classes in a school, how can they still be divided together?

Although she is still underage, Hua Lin also knows when to describe it as "fate".

Since you didn't dodge, you won't dodge.

In the subconscious of Hua Lone, anticipation slowly grows again.

After that, she fantasized about the scene of meeting again countless times:

Staring at each other? Not a word? Smiling?

Or nervous? Don't dare to look directly? Looking around?

In any case, I never thought that we would still have a long way to go.

Bai Xingyi naturally saw that name as well.

Except for the unnoticeable frown, he just left the public scene amid the shouts of his companions.