This person next to Su Jingyi is Rose, An'an's childhood playmate!

When I saw Rose again, it was a sunny morning, the light and shadow sprinkled on the concrete floor outside the classroom, one by one white, Rose 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, she was no longer the little girl in her memory, she had completely grown into a beautiful big girl, she was still so cute, but a little more taste of ripening, budding to be released. An An wanted to see her clearly, and then stepped forward to give her a big surprise.

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.

"You're ...... Class 9? 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 3, 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. Because of her beautiful appearance, everyone gave her a glamorous nickname "Xiao Qiao", which is the beauty in the Three Kingdoms, Xiao Qiao.

The skin is brighter than snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, the goose egg face is just right, the eyes are bright, the straight hair is thick but soft and delicate, and the black color is tied up at will, and the ends of the hair extend to the waist. As long as you put down the bunch of hair, put on delicate and elegant makeup, and change into a long dress, just like the beauties who came out of costume dramas, they will captivate the country and the city. Fortunately, this is not her style, otherwise it would really fascinate all beings, so that those young teenagers can feel at ease.

Her figure is a little baby fat, so her beauty will be reduced a lot, she does things vigorously and resolutely, 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 a lot of 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 Class 9 had transferred new students, but she didn't know that An'an was Enron, so she never went to look for 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.

It's really not that easy to stay in someone else's house, and at different times, in the home of different relatives. Even adults need to adapt to changes in their environment. An'an didn't adapt, she was just suffering.

She often fantasizes about having her own home, having a room of her own, it doesn't need to be very big, the morning sun will shine in through the transparent glass, refracted onto the pink cotton quilt on the bed, she is awakened by the light, on a rainy day, the leaves fall all over the windowsill, she opens the window, she can smell the fresh air mixed with the scent of mud and flowers, when it is cold, change the sheets into a blanket, and then put in a warm water bag, put her feet on it, and you can sleep peacefully, without curling up in a ball because of the cold.

When she was four years old, she was most afraid of winter, because her little hands would be covered with red chilblains, which would turn into swollen turnips, and those chilblains would fester, and become disgusting, and itchy to the bones. In the face of them, she had nothing to do.

When she was five years old, because she was going to kindergarten, she boarded at her fourth aunt's house, and Rose, who lived next door, would often come to play with her, she carried a small bench, filled it with water under the faucet with a large round basin, put her small schoolbag in it and soaked it, took a board brush, applied soap, and brushed it vigorously.

Rose looked at her with her big, round, shining eyes, "Enron, how do you wash your schoolbag yourself?" ”

"Yes, I live in someone else's house, so I must wash it myself. Unlike you, you have a mom who can help you. An An hung his head and continued to brush his schoolbag, without looking up, like a little adult who was concentrating on his work. Her small hands are not as big as a brush.

"Then I'll ask my mom to wash it for you next time, okay?" Rose leaned close to An'an's face, waiting for her to answer with an expectant look.

An'an smiled at her, his eyes smiling into the shape of a crooked crescent, and Rose smiled too. On the two small round faces, milky white soap bubbles reflect their innocence.

Although they are often together, Rose likes to play with An'an, but Rose's mother doesn't seem to be happy. Although the neighbors knew that An'an was a good child, at the same time, they also thought that she was a wild child, a wild child that no one wanted, so they looked down on her a little, and no one wanted their children to play with her.

Rose would say to An'an, "My mother won't let me play with you, but it's okay, I won't listen to her!" "Rose is ignorant and innocent.

In the blink of an eye, they all looked like adults!