An'an's father helped her carry the suitcase into the train station. The suitcase stuffed with luggage was like an empty box in his hand, and he was in the prime of life, strong enough to lift an object of An'an's weight with one hand with ease.

"Dad, I'm standing first, go back!" An An said flatly, with almost no emotion.

"Wait a minute. Stand here waiting for me. The father left the box beside An'an and turned and ran towards the ticket office.

After a while, he walked out of the crowd with a platform ticket in his hand, "Let's go, I'll accompany you in." ”

Before An An could speak, he walked in front with his suitcase, and An An followed behind him, never speaking. She didn't want him to send her, she was used to it. The fact that she dragged her suitcase into the car alone was like a compulsory lesson in her life.

After the age of three, she did not live with her parents until she was 13 years old. In the past ten years, she has been staying at various relatives' houses, and she can only meet her parents during the Spring Festival every year, so she has long been used to being alone.

The time of those ten years is like a gap between them that can never be crossed, it is the deepest gap left by time, and even another three years of time together may not be erased.

Now that she's 16 years old, they've been together for three years and they're going to be separated in the end. She wanted to transfer schools and go back to the town where she was a child. Although she didn't know why she decided this way, it seemed that there was a force urging her to go back.

They checked in together and entered the platform. She took the box from him, got into the car, and waved at her, "Dad, I'm leaving, let's go back!" ”

"Well, when you get there, you have to listen to grandma!"

"Got it!"

She turned and got into the car to find a place to sit down, and when she saw his back in the distance through the window, her nose suddenly sore. She thought she wouldn't care, she thought she wouldn't be sad, she endured until the train was running, and not a single tear was shed.

She lay down on the berth and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, it was already dark, the lights in the carriage were turned off, and the people who traveled were sleeping with tired bodies.

She rubbed her eyes, lit the nightlight at the bedside, sat up, opened the curtains, leaned her head against the window, and watched the scenery whizz by.

Suddenly, it rained heavily, slammed heavily on the glass, smashed her eardrums, fell into her heart, and turned into a hot torrent out of her eyes.

On the first day of school, she was brought into the principal's office.

There was a middle-aged man standing in front of him, with a slight stubble on his face, slightly rough skin, and a slight bulge in his lower abdomen, he lit a cigarette, and the cigarette burned on his fingertips, which must have been smoked black for many years.

He took a puff and exhaled a curling puff of smoke. An'an choked on the smell of tobacco and couldn't help coughing.

He said slowly: "We now have ten classes in the third year of junior high school, and the number of classes five and eight is relatively small, you can choose one at will!" ”

"Then it's class five." An'an almost blurted out. Five is An'an's lucky number, An'an thought to himself.

"It's only been one semester, and there are many different knowledge points in the inter-provincial transfer, so you have to work hard."

"Well, I will, Headmaster!"

An An carried her schoolbag and passed by the window of the classroom, and the classmates all turned their eyes to her. She walked into the classroom in full view of everyone.

The head teacher is a thin woman with shallow crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, scattered freckles on her cheekbones, a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, a pointed chin, and a meticulous appearance.

An'an stood by the podium, like an object waiting for someone to be examined, swept from head to toe by the eyes of a group of people. She unnaturally tucked her chin and lowered her eyes, a little shy.

"There is a new classmate in our class, and the students get to know each other." The head teacher said.

"Hello everyone, I'm An'an." An'an raised his head when he introduced himself, "I hope you will take care of it in the future!" After saying that, he bowed.

"An'an is transferred from other provinces, and she may learn a lot of things that are different from ours, so everyone should help her more! In the last semester, we all work together! ”

"Twilight's tablemate has been recruited by the art school, so you can sit next to Twilight." The head teacher gestured to An'an to the only empty seat in the class.

An An walked to Twilight's table, the girl in front of her had fresh short hair, her eyes were like a clear spring, her delicate and elegant little face was flushed, and her two thin lips were slightly upturned, revealing a faint smile.

An'an smiled at her and sat down.

This class is a review class, science in the second year of junior high school, An'an doesn't have a textbook, so Ximu took the initiative to put the textbook in the middle of the two desks, just such a small action, bringing the two strange souls closer.

"So you're studying science here?" Anan asked.

"Right? Aren't you guys? Ximu wondered.

"No, we've always been separated from chemistry and physics." An An said, thinking: Sure enough, there are even discrepancies in the subjects, and I am really worried about my next high school entrance examination.

"Oh, then, you don't have our books."

"Hmm." An Shore nodded.

"It's okay, I'll help you borrow books next time."

"Can you borrow it?"

"Of course, it's good to borrow the class that is staggered from the course, I have people I know!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, little thing."

"Have you finished learning all the acids and alkalis?"

"Well, I learned it last semester."

"I haven't studied yet, so it's no wonder I can't understand what the teacher is saying at all."

"I don't know if I learn." Nozomi smiled at Azuki, as if to comfort her.

An An took out the new textbooks of this semester from the drawer, flipped back and forth, their course arrangement and knowledge points were really different from what they had learned before, this semester was a very important semester, but it seemed that what she had learned they were only teaching now, and they had already learned what she had not learned, and their worries gradually turned into fear, and they were even a little overwhelmed, not knowing if they could adapt to it.

The bell for the end of class is like a will, more like the horn of battle, one by one rushing to charge, it is the last bell of the morning, and the scene of the students rushing to lunch is spectacular.

"An'an, let's go to the cafeteria together!" Himaki invites her.

"Hmm." An An nodded hurriedly, it was naturally a good thing to have someone to accompany him in an unfamiliar environment.

At An'an's age, if you eat alone in the cafeteria, it's almost the loneliest thing, and it will attract strange eyes from other classmates, although she is a freshman, but someone to accompany her to the cafeteria on the first day, which is a very lucky thing, to meet a cheerful and enthusiastic girl like Ximu, and not to be isolated in a new environment.

An'an likes her, because she doesn't look at herself with strange eyes like other girls, she always says whatever she wants. She was full of kindness to herself from day one.

The friendship at this age is so simple that just because they go to school together, eat together, and even go to the toilet together every day, they are people of the same world, and they can share each other's secrets, snacks and homework books. Proximity is the guarantee of a relationship. It doesn't matter about personality, habits, appearance, hobbies, just because in the class, they sit side by side at each other's desks like them.