Haruki Murakami wrote Watanabe-kun's description of Hatsumi in "Norwegian Wood", "Hatsumi's shock is precisely a part of myself. "Maybe for Chen Zifan, what Fang Ruo gave him was to wake up the part of his body that had not woken up.

The unbridled young man did not weigh the trade-offs, but stupidly held a heart of incomparability, willing to fall into this non-clear honey pot, he will be the flame he lit, shrouded in the glass cover that is rarely breathable, his love is tepidly burning, but there is no outlet for catharsis.

When Fang Ruo and Zheng Yuqian worked hard to be admitted to a high school for the hope in their hearts, they were also working hard to be one step closer to the person they liked.

Before going to the No. 1 Middle School for the professional examination, his father, a painter who was well-known in the city, talked to him, which meant that he could say hello to the teacher in charge of the professional examination in No. 1 Middle School so that he could easily go on to higher education, but he didn't want his father to interfere, and insisted on taking the exam by himself.

At home, he painted the still life that he was familiar with over and over again, and the sketches of the plaster cast were repeated over and over again, a few strokes were like cloud brocade, and the ink pen was full of plain water, but her plain figure kept coming to mind, and it couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

Chen Zifan is the only son in the family, his father is a well-known painter, several works have won recognized awards in the industry in the past few years, and his mother studied in the top music halls abroad in the early years, and after returning to China, he worked in a university, and is now a famous vocal music professor in the industry. When I was young, my parents bonded because of art, and they cherished each other and encouraged each other, which was indeed a match made in heaven.

Maybe it's the edification of the family art atmosphere, he has also had an indissoluble bond with art since he was a child, at the first birthday of the lot-catching banquet, he looked at the dazzling things in front of him, he crawled slowly, after seeing the things he liked, he stretched out his left hand to grasp the small inkstone in front of him, and his right hand grabbed the palette at his feet, and then refused to let go, sitting on the cloth and grinning at everyone.

Family members and relatives laughed and joked that this child will also be a famous painter in the future, and the father said that children are ignorant and can't be counted casually, and politely accept the blessings of relatives and friends, but his heart is already overjoyed.

Later, it also proved that he had a unique and strong interest in painting, when his father was painting in the room, he was also mixing paint next to him when he was a child, and wanted to paint with him, his father gave him a blank piece of paper and he copied the painting in front of him, and the little boy couldn't sit still and had fun in his heart, and his excitement was not reflected in him, as long as he was painting, he always sat firmly like a clock, intoxicated.

Although his father is already a professional painter, because there are many students he teaches on weekdays, and most of them are children with the pressure of going to school, he has no time to take care of him when he is five years old, so when he was five years old, he was sent to a friend's art training school to learn basic enlightenment painting, but his father will still guide his painting a little when he has time in his spare time.

He studied this for ten years.

In fact, the school that his father wanted him to go to was not a middle school, but a seventh middle school, which was an affiliated middle school under his mother's teaching college, although the seventh middle school in the city is not like a middle school every year with the students' academic performance as the leader, but the admission rate to a key university with an art major is one of the best, and the score line for admission to the seventh middle school is not high, if the student wants to develop art, this school can be said to be the best choice, plus her mother teaches in the college department, how much can always get more teachers to take care of.

He insisted on taking the first middle school exam, and his parents could only respect his wishes, and his parents comforted each other, thinking that they should let their children fight their own, and the weak chicks who have been protected by wide wings will eventually try to fly high alone.

said so, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, they still leave a way back for their baby son, if he is not admitted to the first middle school, let him come to the seventh middle school with peace of mind, the road ahead is always smooth.

As a result, he was admitted to the first middle school with his own strength.

When he found out the results at home, he was so excited that he wanted to bend down and kiss God's toes.

The first person in his heart who wanted to share the news was her, and he wanted to run to her side and shake her arms and tell her that they would still be in the same school in the future, and that he would be able to see her, and what a wonderful thing it would be for him.

It was also on that day that he was pleasantly surprised to find that she had entered the class group, and he quickly added her as a friend without thinking about it, and after she quickly agreed, he quickly went to her space to look through it, but it was a pity that there was nothing in her space, only the official statement of the avatar when she registered a few years ago, not a single like, and he was reluctant to like it before quitting.

He was the first person to like her, she could see it, he thought.

He tentatively sent her a message, she also tepidly replied, the two chatted flatly, he could imagine her sitting in front of the computer desk quiet and indifferent, couldn't help but tell her that after the news of his admission to the first high school, she replied obediently that she was very happy to study in the same school in the future, but he felt that the frenzy of joy was slapping him suddenly, again and again, so that people had nowhere to hide, and there was only a haunting sentence in his mind, "I like you", and then he told her his heart.

After seeing her apologetic and firm refusal, he came back to his senses for his recklessness just now, and quickly apologized to her euphemistically, afraid that his behavior would scare her away, if he said that his liking for her had been planned for a long time, then the hasty confession just now was really unexpected by him, he was swayed by emotions for a while, and then he recklessly confided his true heart to her.

After a period of chagrin, he actually felt a little happy in his heart, as if the long-imprisoned creature had finally shaken off the shackles of heavy darkness and regained its new life.

He just likes her, and after telling her, she can feel his heart more, and that's fine. Now it doesn't matter if she doesn't like herself, it's because she hasn't been able to feel her sincerity yet, and one day, she'll see it.

The young man's vigor and simple self-confidence are like the last remnant sun in the sky, stubbornly guarding the last splendor in the sky like Dan and blood, and finally burning out and melting into the bottomless darkness.

The rolling thunder took away the last rainstorm in the summer heat, and Fang Ruo thought of "the summer can't be overcome, and the autumn can't be overlooked", which shows that the high temperature in the scorching summer season of August is fierce.

In her free time during the summer vacation, she wrote two articles and tried to submit them to the city's literary magazines, but she didn't expect one to be accepted and published in a new issue of a literary journal, the manuscript fee is not much, and the income after tax deduction is a little meager, although it is only a consolation reward, she still feels very gratified, when she receives the books and periodicals sent by the editor, she finds her own article, touches a small piece of her article on the page with her hand, her face is full of smiles, and her heart is also slowly warm.

Later, there were more articles published, and she had long lost the freshness and curiosity at the beginning, but what remained unchanged was the original intention of loving writing forever, and she still remembered the first article she published, the text was written so young and naïve, but it gave her great encouragement at that time.

For the dream in her heart, some people will be eager to announce it to the world, and some will only talk about it in a conversation with family or friends, if you haven't told anyone around you about your dream, work hard quietly, and then amaze everyone, she thinks that this seems to be more meaningful than empty words, and the leisurely self-satisfaction of the breeze after becoming famous is better than the inexplicable pressure after talking to herself.

Maybe according to the trajectory envisioned in her heart, she may have completed what she wanted, even if the result is not satisfactory, at least she is doing what she likes, if that thing does not happen, but unfortunately there is no what ifs in this world, it is impossible to turn back time, and all the things after the "if" can only become bitter and helpless talking and conjecture in her memories.

At the beginning of the school year in September, she and Xu Zhuoyuan made an appointment to go to No. 1 Middle School to report together, for the upcoming high school life, she was also full of expectations, Xu Zhuoyuan already knew his class, and he had taken a month of adaptation classes in advance during the summer vacation, but she didn't know which class she was about to be divided in.

No. 1 Middle School is located in the scenic area of the small city, the environment is beautiful, but the location is a little remote, far away from the central city, Fang Ruo and Xu Zhuoyuan took a dozen bus stops from the door of the house to the school, and the bus almost crossed the east and west of the town.

Xu Zhuoyuan took her to the teaching building familiarly, his class is a class, "one" is the leader, the leader of the group, each special training class is called a class, they walked to the public notice board on the first floor of the teaching building, and saw a large group of students clustered around, you scramble to find the class they were assigned on the bulletin board.

"Wait, I'll help you see it." Xu Zhuoyuan threw the water and schoolbag in his hand to Fang Ruo, and then dragged it into the crowd.

Fang Ruo saw him shuttling through the crowd, squeezing to the side of the public notice table with difficulty, and after looking left and right for a while, he bent over and came out of the crowd again.

"There are too many people, squeezing me to death." Xu Zhuoyuan stretched out his hand and waved around his nose, trying to dispel the uncomfortable smell he had just smelled in the crowd.

"It's hard work," Fang Ruo couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he looked at his flushed face.

"It's okay, you're in class five, we seem to be on the same floor, both on the fourth floor." Xu Zhuoyuan had a happy smile on his face again, they were not in the same class, but they were always on the same floor, which was better than when he was in junior high school and was separated by several floors, he didn't know why, but he felt happy when he thought about it.

"Oh, okay." Fang Ruo smiled and nodded, and followed him towards the fourth floor.

The two walked towards their respective classes after the staircase on the fourth floor, Fang Ruo saw a dark-skinned female teacher speaking on the stage when he passed through the fourth class, after the two looked at each other, Fang Ruo felt that the teacher looked very strict, after walking through the fourth class, she couldn't help laughing at herself because she was too nervous in her heart, so she was so timid.

Feeling that she had walked to the door of the new classroom, Fang Ruo stopped and looked up, and a few big characters in the first year of high school (class five) came into view, and she arrived.