Waking up from that strange dream again, he still didn't see who she was.

This is already the eighth time he has dreamed of the girl, the first few times, they are either playing together in the playground or shopping together, this time, he is eating with her.

Obviously so close, obviously you can see each other's faces as soon as you look up, but why?

Her face was always blurry every time, and whenever he wanted to look at her closely, he would always wake up at the right time, and it was the same all eight times.

He touched the table next to the bedside, where he had a glass of water, and he was used to drinking it first when he got up.

"Gollum-grunt-grunt-" The water slid down his dry throat, and he suddenly felt much more awake, and the vagueness of the dream was gradually forgotten by him.

After a brief wash, and a casual breakfast, he once again grabbed the neck of time and rushed to school.

The morning class was extremely boring, and the teacher was dancing and vividly on the podium, but he was staring at his watch below, counting the time until the end of class.

Anyway, these will be, don't listen.

Finally got out of school, he simply packed his schoolbag, rushed out of the classroom, and ran to Yannan Old Street.

It was summer vacation, but I was forcibly enrolled in a cram school by my parents......

When he came to the noodle restaurant, he was waiting for noodles while he was fighting for himself.

And the parents didn't go home at noon, so they let him eat out after giving some money.

He sat in his seat and looked around, passing the time of boredom.

The door of the noodle restaurant was opened, and the hot air outside blew in, and although the noodle shop was air-conditioned, the temperature of the customers sitting near the door was also raised.

It was a girl who walked in.

He knew the girl, they were a junior high school, the girl was in the class next to them, and in the cram school, the girl sat in front of him.

Her words are few and far between, and can even be described as taciturn. They barely spoke except for the necessary conversations, and as a result, he didn't even know what her name was.

The noodle restaurant is not large, and most of the tables are small for two people. It's lunch time, and there are a lot of people who come to eat noodles, and the seats are almost full.

The girl looked and turned around a few more times, but she couldn't find a spare place.

Finally, she came to him, blushed, pointed to the empty seat opposite him, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, classmate, can I sit here?" I really can't find a place. ”

He nodded.

After she sat down, she whispered "Thank you!" ”

It didn't take long for the noodles to be served, and coincidentally, they ordered shredded pork noodles, they looked at each other and smiled, and immediately lowered their heads to solve their own food.

He was in a trance, and suddenly he felt like he was eating noodles with his girlfriend.

The scene in the dream became clear again.

He looked up and stole a glance at the girl opposite. She ate in small bites, pausing from time to time to brush her drooping hair to keep it from falling into the soup bowl.

This scene feels a sense of déjà vu. But today is obviously the first time to eat with her, and I don't even talk much!

The scene from the dream was once again unfolding in his mind......

He shook violently, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground without grabbing them.

The girl cast a concerned look, "Are you okay, classmate?" ”

He hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and waved his hand at the girl, "It's okay, it's okay, my hand slipped just now." Then he secretly pinched himself while wiping his chopsticks.

"Hiss-" It hurts, it doesn't seem like a dream.

However, the current scene was so similar to last night's dream that he felt a little stunned.

The girl was also a little surprised, why the boy opposite had been secretly watching her.

She remembered that they seemed to be a junior high schooler, what was his name? I don't think I remember.

They don't know each other well, and they don't even talk much.

What does he want to do now?

She was a little nervous, but she didn't dare to show it easily, so she could only continue to eat noodles and wait and see what happened.

After a while, she noticed that he was no longer looking at her. Secretly observing with his peripheral vision, he was taking something from his school bag, and took out a pen and drew something on it seriously.

She hadn't taken a few bites before the boy handed her a small notebook with a sentence written on it.

"Classmate, you're from Class XX, right?"

The handwriting is very upright, not scribbled at all, it can be seen that this boy should be a careful and serious person in normal times, right?

She handed the notebook back and nodded her head slightly.

Their classes are next to each other, so it's normal to see them all the time and feel familiar.

They may have said more than usual at noon that day, and when they parted, they exchanged contact information, all of which were home landlines.

He watched her leave the noodle shop, and her back really looked like the girl who appeared in his dream.

After the noodle restaurant incident that day, their relationship was obviously much better, and sometimes he would say a few more words at school, and he took the initiative to find her.

Girls, after all, are a little shy.

Only when eating noodles at the noodle restaurant, the girl will take the initiative and often share with him some things she thinks is interesting.

He knew that she liked to eat noodles with vinegar, and he would help her add them when the noodles came. Sometimes he would deliberately pour more, and when he saw her being sour, he would secretly laugh twice, and whenever this happened, she would pout at him and pretend to be angry.

He suddenly felt that she was quite cute.

Time passed like this, the trees at the entrance of the street were bald and long, the flowers in front of the noodle shop were blooming again, and they finally ushered in the high school entrance examination.

He has a good brain, and it is not a problem to be admitted to the first high school.

She is very diligent, and often delves into topics until midnight, and if she doesn't understand, she will discuss them with him the next day.

One point of hard work and one harvest, and the final results were announced, and she was also admitted to a middle school.

Coincidentally, they were still in the same class.

They weren't excited for a few days, and they had to think about the class split.

Unlike other schools here, No. 1 Middle School has to divide the arts and science classes in the first year of high school.

She is good at liberal arts, and decisively applied for liberal arts.

His science major is a few points higher than that of liberal arts, and his family also supports him to apply for science, and he knows that she applied for liberal arts, so on the statistical table he handed in, he checked the liberal arts.

Fate is really a wonderful thing, sometimes it comes and goes, sometimes it is good and sometimes it is bad.

Although they both reported liberal arts, they were not assigned to a class, but coincidentally, this time, the class of the two of them was going upstairs and downstairs.

Again, they went to school together and came home from school together as they did in junior high school – they both rented houses near the school, and the two families were not far away.

The only thing that has changed is that we can no longer go to that noodle restaurant to eat noodles together......

The intense high school study is completely different from the junior high school in the past. Sometimes they don't even have time to talk, and even if they have time to go to school or after school, they spend more time discussing topics and knowledge points.

The relationship between them, it's hard to say, didn't go up, and it didn't go down much. They're still good friends.

In high school, they all have people in their respective classes who are in love, and they sometimes think, will they be together in the future?

It's a pity that the fast-paced learning doesn't allow them to slack off in the slightest, and soon, they forget about it.

The poetic and romantic high school adolescence ended in a place that was not romantic at all - the college entrance examination.

As the college entrance examination approaches, they no longer even have the time to wait for school and school, and everyone is trying to make the last struggle.

Get one point and kill a thousand.

Students in the third year of high school always believe in this one.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, he knelt down on the desk by the window, closed the language book in his hand, and rubbed his eyes. When he opened it again, he saw her.

She was downstairs in her house, saw him by the window, called his name loudly, and called him downstairs.

The college entrance examination is going to be tomorrow, what is she going to do?

Although he was a little confused, he still listened to her words and obediently went downstairs.