Because Su Jingyi is not an ordinary person for regeneration, he is the person who attaches the most importance to regeneration. Iron buddies who grew up together.

When they were young, they stole watermelons from other people's fields together, swam together in Shenzhen and Hong Kong behind the house, studied in the same class, went to and from school together, and even fought and broke their heads.

There is still a shallow scar on the regenerated head, at the hairline, which is a testimony to their brotherly love, the kind of indestructible affection that only you can be cruel to me, and I can still be for you.

Su Jingyi was in the first class, not in the same teaching building as Reborn, across the huge playground, in the building next to the supermarket. They are all boarding students, so they can only go home together on Fridays after school.

The opportunity to meet is before the evening self-study, and occasionally he will ask him to play basketball together, and he will ask for a team every time, Su Jingyi also likes to be with him, because they cooperate tacitly, with one action and one look, they can know the other party's next move, and they can always accurately receive the ball from the other party from different angles. Such a tacit understanding is a brother in their eyes.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, a girl named Qinghe liked to regenerate, and later fell in love with Su Jingyi.

"Do you like green lotus?" Regeneration asked Su Jingyi.

Su Jingyi shook his head, "What about you?"

"It's weird, even though she's pretty, I don't really feel anything."

"That's good."

"Huh?"

"Otherwise, if she likes someone else now, you will definitely be sad."

"Someone else is you!"

"She doesn't really like me, she probably likes someone else."

"What if we fall in love with the same girl in the future?"

"How could such a coincidence happen?"

"But now there is a girl who likes us at the same time, so it stands to reason that this probability is even smaller."

"If I really like the same girl as you, I'll definitely let you."

"Why?"

"Because you need it more, I don't care, I can have more choices!"

"What do you mean? Am I not in demand? I'm also a hot seller, okay? ”

Although Su Jingyi was joking, he knew in his heart that rebirth was as persistent as a child in terms of feelings, and if he couldn't get it, he would definitely cry, and he would cry very sadly.

On a sunny morning, the light and shadow sprinkled on the concrete floor outside the classroom, one by one white, and a beautiful girl was standing under those beams, at the door of the classroom next door, looking inside, as if looking for someone. An An stood not far away, looking at her all the time, and after watching for a while, she dared to be sure that person was Rose, her childhood playmate!

She is no longer the little girl in her memory, she has completely grown into a beautiful big girl, she is still so cute, but a little more taste of maturity, waiting to be put away.

Rose unconsciously turned her head and saw only An'an standing in the hallway. She recognized her at a glance and screamed, "Enron!" He ran to her and gave her a big hug, and An'an didn't recover at all.

"Enron, why are you here?" Rose blinked, her long eyelashes twinking.

"Well, I only transferred this semester!" An An smiled, "I just looked at you for a while and didn't dare to admit it, for fear of admitting my mistake!" ”

"You've changed a lot, but I still recognize you!" Rose said with a smile.

"You're too, you've changed!"

"You're ...... Class 5? So it's you who came in? Rose's mouth opened into a surprised O-shape.

"It's me, I'm called An'an now." An'an is like introducing a new self.

"An'an?" Rose frowned, not seeming to accept the new title, "It's awkward." Then he turned his head, raised his eyes and looked at An An and asked, "Can I still call you An Ran?" ”

"It's okay, you can call whatever you like!"

"Enron, you're as good as ever! Don't tease you anymore, I'll get used to your new name as soon as possible! Rose wrapped her arms around her waist again, coquettish.

"What class are you on?"

"Class I, it's so far away from you." Rose pursed her mouth.

"It's okay, we can go to and from school together!" An'an comforted her.

"Okay, okay, then we'll see you after class in the evening self-study!"

"Okay."

Rose is now in the same class as Su Jingyi. Roses are typically childlike, with an oval face and a bit of baby fat, and always look a few years younger than their peers. She is resolute in her work, and her actions are also very aggressive, completely ignoring her image, and even some girls who are almost crazy, her frank personality really scared away many boys. The boy in the next class handed her a love letter, and she would reply with a "NO" written in large bold black letters.

Rose's chatterbox can always be easily opened, and there is no difference between men and women, if it is speculation, it can be said all in one go. She can't keep secrets, there is only herself in her world, and there are no strange eyes from others.

So during class, if the teacher wrote the wrong board book, it must be her who shouted below, she would jump and jump when she was happy, and look up to the sky and howl when she was sad. Every student in the class has seen her joys and sorrows, seen her self-restraint, and even seen her collapse. Her innocence is almost transparent, and anyone can see her clearly, so they will privately think she is a madman.

Rose knew early on that there were new students in Class 5, but she didn't know that An'an was Enron, so she didn't go to her. Their school building is so far away, so they haven't met An Shore before.

Rose was An'an's only playmate when she was a child, and when she saw Rose, An'an would think of her childhood, her silent childhood. Because it's always alone, growing silently. Like a daisy blooming in the ruins, from the day it broke out of the ground, almost no one cared about it except for wind, rain and sunshine.

In order to make a living, my parents have been working hard in other places, and they will only be with An An during the Chinese New Year. After a short Spring Festival, say goodbye. For An'an, the pain of separating the two places for a long time is not as good as the pain of a short reunion. Every time we were separated, it was like an old wound being torn open, and the pain was unbearable.

She thought ruthlessly that if they had to be separated every time, it would be better for them not to come. They thought it was to make up for the void they weren't around, but in fact it was to hurt her again. It's like rubbing salt on a wound, and being torn over and over again on the same wound, sprinkled with salt, healed, and torn again, so painful and desperate.

But she couldn't learn every time, choked up and said goodbye every time, and then hid in the quilt alone and cried until she was almost dehydrated, and cried until she fell asleep. She always comforts herself that the future will be very happy and beautiful, and that the future will be reunited and never separated again.