An'an and Nozomi were by the flower bed outside the classroom.

"Did you ask someone to fill in the regeneration with a classmate?"

"yes, didn't I help you get it?"

"But I've already found someone to write it for him!" An An was a little anxious, thinking that if he took two more classmates to fill in, he didn't know what he would think of himself, isn't this something that only a fool would do.

"Huh? You didn't tell me about that! Ximu was a little embarrassed.

"Then you didn't tell me!" An'an was a little overwhelmed.

"It's okay, it's all written anyway!"

"Why did you use my name to write a classmate list for Regeneration, and did you tell me?"

"Didn't I help you get it? Why do you blame me! ”

"But now, what do you want Reborn to think of me?"

"It's okay again!"

"Can you stop asserting so much next time, can you tell me!"

"Am I asserting my own opinions? I'm kind and you're taking it as bad!"

"Forget it! I don't want to quarrel with you! An An was also anxious to see Ximu's attitude, and his attitude softened, "I don't really want to blame you, just don't do this in the future!" An An turned around and left.

Ximu stood in place and looked at the departing An'an, biting his lip and frowning.

The volunteer book is distributed and filled in the volunteer before the exam, which is like a gamble of life for all students, if they lose the bet, they will regret betting too much before, and if they win, they will regret betting too little. No one knows anything about their hole cards. Regarding the issue of volunteering, the reborn mother has already talked to him about it, asking him to go to Shengyue High School, which is not bad, and there is an acquaintance in it, so he can take care of him. Regeneration knows that An Shore will fill Tianhe High School, and he also wants to fill Tianhe High School. But I couldn't go against my mother's wishes, I struggled for a long time, and finally filled in Shengyue High School in the first choice column.

Regeneration wrote a note to An'an. In the note, he apologized to An'an, saying that he did not fill in the same school as agreed because of his family. But I will still find a chance to meet in the future, and comfort her that the distance is beautiful.

Distance produces beauty, and that is a comfort in the heart. After all, the physical distance will cause psychological estrangement, and if the distance is too long, it will really make people accidentally forget the cinnabar mole in the center of the eyebrows. No matter how beautiful it is, it is possible to forget the day.

When An An saw the note, her heart suddenly felt like a dumped black coffee, the bitter smell filled the air, she knew that these were all words to comfort her, they had nothing to do with each other, even strangers, at most they had met a few times, written a few notes, and nothing else. She was afraid that her encounter with him was only a short season, and that it was just a dream of her own.

The day the glaze on the painting was air-dried, he would have forgotten all about it.

An'an didn't force it, let alone blame him. On the note she replied to, she just said lightly that she wouldn't blame him, if the meeting was an accident, if the countdown had already entered between them, there was no need to insist on it, whether there was a future or not, she would cherish the present.

An An wrote like this, but it was not exactly her own mind, but more helpless, she knew that she couldn't control all this, she could only wait for a miracle to appear, and wait for regeneration to change his decision.

An An looked up at the sunset on the playground, such a beautiful scenery, but the chill was everywhere. The remnant sun is like blood, and his thoughts are like weeds in the ruined wall, when he looks down, because the light is too strong, his eyes are a little blurry, and when he sees him not far away, he can't see his expression clearly, but he still can't help but smile, and the smile on her face is still so conspicuous.

A smile is a kind of magic that makes everything feel like it was before, as if you go back to the time when you didn't write that note. They still often met, in the morning when the air was filled with the fresh smell of leaves and earth, on the green swaying grass, under the light and breezy sky, in the silent gaze of everyone, she still did not dare to look at him, he still smiled at her and his face was flushed. He would often ask someone to send some delicious food to An'an, and An'an would occasionally give her some zero hours.

When established facts cannot be changed, they will always learn to get used to it.

Time is going day by day, like an innocent child who does not know the world, running forward quickly, without stopping to see the joys and sorrows of the world. They all knew that the parting bell had already been ringing overhead.

Tomorrow is the birthday of rebirth, and An'an looked at the classmate directory to reconfirm the day he wrote. She wanted to give him a special gift that would remind him of herself in the days to come without her.

An'an has a particularly beloved photo frame, pink smooth hard plastic, the outer frame and the inner frame are three finger widths apart, and there is an extra cylinder at each end, stuck in the slot. There was a small picture in the inner frame, and there was a painting on each side, because the picture was so beautiful, An'an was reluctant to put in the photo to cover them, so she kept the picture frame empty, as if those two paintings were the memories she wanted to place.

One is two villains sitting opposite each other on dark brown high-legged leather chairs, a cup of cold drink with ice cream on the round table, two straws inserted in the cups, two ends extending into the pink mouths of the two villains, two round smiling faces, creamy yellow bows, one flying on the placket of the little boy, the other on the little girl's hair, the fluffy princess skirt, the peach cheeks are red, full of girlish hearts, and the wrought iron round table legs are rolled into the shape of hearts. The other is the two villains sitting on the same bench, looking at the same book, and the boy is holding a cream cone in his hand, and the cone is being licked with his tongue by a golden retriever squatting on the bench, which is a warm man in the dog world.

It was the beginning of February in Cardamom Tips, two girls went to the boutique to pick out gifts for the birthday of the boy they liked, An'an was just a companion, she didn't have anyone she liked, they encouraged her to pick one she liked, and send one to the person she wanted to give in the future. I didn't care about it at the time, and I bought this frame just because she really liked it. She didn't expect that the day they were talking about would really come after three years.

But just such a photo frame, naked to send will always seem insincere, or need a beautiful packaging, she thought so, went to the stationery store to turn over all the wrapping paper, and finally found a piece of kraft paper, compared to those gorgeous and gorgeous, will make her pick dazzling paper, she always loves these feel comfortable, low-key and introverted, some wonderful textures, like the palm print of time, like the memory of yellowing, mysterious paper.

She wrapped the picture frame in wrapping paper, although her current hard work is going to be torn after all, no matter how beautiful the packaging is, it seems that many things, that's it, seemingly futile but indispensable. That's probably a sense of ritual. Finally, carefully consider the meaning of the words, and attach a greeting card for a boy in the class to bring to rebirth. She didn't let Ximu be the middleman anymore, and since the last incident, the distance between her and Ximu has become a little awkward, not close, not far.