The sky was slightly bright, and Yan Cuo woke up. After washing, I took out the homework I had done yesterday and rechecked it, and then picked up the English textbook, the slightly unfamiliar English words made her frown, and then began to read them one by one. After a while, I finally felt a little smoother.

It was already dawn, Yan Cuo walked out of the room, his aunt had already prepared breakfast, Yan Cuo was a little surprised, called his aunt, and sat down quietly to eat breakfast. My aunt was still expressionless, but she didn't say anything unpleasant.

After breakfast, Yan Cuo picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the house. The weather was fine, and there were occasional bird calls, Yan Cuo felt that he hadn't felt this kind of comfort for a long time, and took a hard breath of air to cheer himself up.

Along the way, there were adults who hurried to work, students who carried schoolbags to school like her, and grandfathers who practiced Tai Chi in the park.

Yancuo felt as if life was finally wonderful, and everything that had been before seemed to be less important. Secretly raising a smile and looking at the road ahead, the early morning sun shining on the asphalt road gives people a sense of infinite hope ahead.

Walking into the campus, it was still early, and there were not many people coming. Yancuo sat down quietly, opened the book and began to study.

People came to the class one after another, and occasionally a classmate greeted her, and Yancuo would smile lightly and reply to her: "Good morning." "Then there is quiet class, quiet homework, except for going to the toilet, Yancuo is in the classroom all day. Occasionally, someone asked her to play with her, but she just smiled and refused.

She knew that her grades were poor, and she belonged to the tail of the crane in the class. But she had to elevate herself, even if it was for the sake of loving her uncle, and for herself.

Time passed slowly, and Yancuo's grades finally improved, from the beginning of the countdown, to the middle level of the class.

Yancuo was very happy and felt that his efforts had finally paid off. She worked harder, wanting to get closer to her dream, and was silent, thinking about it, can she really do it, can she get into the best high school in Anseong?

It was another ordinary day, and Yancuo came to school as usual. At the end of the second period, there was a burst of shouting from the direction of the playground, and many students in the class began to run out, not interested, but still sitting in their seats and reading.

A female classmate pulled her and ran out, "Yancuo, go and see, don't look at books all day, relax, go see what they are doing." The girl had a bright smile on her face, and Yan Cuo looked at her and recognized her as the study committee member of the class, Su He. She finally ran out with her.

A group of people outside huddled in that direction of the basketball court, not knowing what was going on. The girl pulled her and squeezed her into the basketball court, which was filled with layers of people, small and unable to see anything.

I only heard Su He screaming excitedly: "Words and words, that's Yu Muyang in the third year of junior high school, my God, so handsome!" Hearing the familiar name, Yan Cuo couldn't help but think of that tall figure, that pair of warm palms. She couldn't help but want to take a look, but the crowd stumbled her,

She was a little discouraged, thought about it, and turned to leave. Yu Muyang, who was in the distance, saw her, hooked her lips and smiled, but she didn't stop her, just thought, little girl, we met again.

Yan Cuo walked out of the crowd, and Su He also ran out, "Why are you leaving, don't you want to see them play basketball, let me tell you, Yu Muyang is the school grass of our school, he is super handsome, his grades are good, and there are many girls who like him." ”

Yancuo looked back at her, "Then do you like him too?" Su He suddenly blushed, and said hesitantly: "Of course I like it, but he definitely won't like me, I'll just take a look." ”

Yan Cuo said: "You are so young, do you know what it is to like?" Su He blushed and said sullenly: "Of course, if you like it, you will blush when you look at him, and you will always think about him." ”

Yan Yan stopped talking, and thought about it blankly, yes, do you like it?

Soon the bell rang and everyone was back in the classroom. Yancuo couldn't help but think about Su He's words again, I like it, it seems that it is still a far away thing, and I still dare not touch it now.

Look at the white clothes you washed and your bean sprouts-like figure. Looking at the female classmates of the same age, they all already have the silhouette of a girl, and they are full of youthful atmosphere.

But I still look like a primary school student, only one meter four in the first year of junior high school, and her sallow face looks like a village girl. A deep sense of inferiority arises spontaneously. It's better to study hard, think about it, like that kind of thing, it doesn't belong to you.

Time flies quickly, and Anseong enters late autumn, and the golden leaves are falling one by one. It was another evening, and Yan Cuo was on his way home.

Now that Yancuo can keep up with his learning progress, and the classmates are also very friendly, Yancuo feels that it is right to come to this place with his uncle for the first time.

She tightened the strap of her bag and walked briskly home. At this time, a motorcycle rushed out from behind, the speed was very fast, and it was about to hit Yancuo, Yancuo was frightened, and a person behind her pulled her back.

Yan Cuo stood on the lawn behind him, watching the motorcycle speed by, and his heart was full of trepidation. Just now, I was almost about to hit myself.

Looking behind him, a tall figure stood sideways, just looking at himself. Yan Cuo was shocked in his heart: "It's you." “

The boy smiled, "yes, if it weren't for me, you probably wouldn't be able to stand and talk to me so well." What are you thinking so distractedly, I don't even hear the sound of the motorcycle. Yan Cuo was a little embarrassed, the first time she encountered this situation, she was also a little confused.

"No, didn't think anything, thank you." The boy looked at her for a long time without speaking, a little at a loss, and was about to walk away.

The boy's voice came: "Yancuo, right? Yancuo turned his head and nodded, a little embarrassed. The boy looked at her and smiled: "Do you live in the front?" Just by the way, let's go together. ”

Yan Cuo wanted to say no, but seeing that the boy had already started to leave, Yan Cuo had to raise his head and follow. The two of them were silent, one after the other.

It didn't take long for the words to arrive, and she waved her hand at the boy, "Goodbye, I'm home, Yu Muyang." The boy looked at her and nodded, "Go in, goodbye." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Yan Cuo went back to the room, thinking about the experience just now, fortunately it was a false alarm, but fortunately he pulled himself. Think, he's so good-looking. Thinking about it, his face was a little hot, and he didn't know what was wrong, but he felt that it was hot.

We shouldn't see each other tomorrow, I thought again.

It was another early morning, and it was cold in the late autumn morning, so Yancuo wrapped up his clothes and walked slowly. It wasn't quite dawn yet, and it was a bit foggy.

Walking at the intersection, I saw a familiar figure standing there. Yan was stunned for a moment, could it be him? Probably not, how could it happen to be here.

Yan thought about it steadily, got up and prepared to walk over directly. But the figure spoke: "Let's go together, little girl." Yan Cuo looked at him, a little flustered, it was really him, was he waiting for himself here, shouldn't it, maybe he just happened to see it.

Thinking of this, Yan Cuo nodded mumu: "Okay, are you waiting for someone here?" The boy laughed again, "I'm waiting for you, don't you know?" "Huh? Why are you waiting for me, what's the matter? The boy smiled and didn't speak.

He laughed so beautifully, he thought, but why wait for himself.

The boy didn't speak again, and he didn't speak. The two walked quietly to the school and went back to their classrooms.

Yancuo took two steps, but before she reached the classroom, the boy stopped her: "Let's go home together in the evening, I'll wait for you at the intersection at the school gate." ”

Yan was a little confused: "Huh? The boy didn't say anything this time and walked away. Yan Cuo stood for a while, not daring to think about the truth of these words.

Why did he go home with him, was it because he saved him last time, but he also helped himself once, so he shouldn't owe anything. Shake your head, let's go to the classroom, maybe he's just talking.

The day passed quickly, and I didn't understand the content of the words, so I stayed for a while after school. When her classmates were all gone, she began to pack her schoolbag and walked out of the school gate.

Yan Cuo was still thinking about the unsolved mathematical formula, frowning, and didn't notice that a figure at the intersection in front of him was walking towards him.

I didn't notice the words for a while, and I hit it straight up. Yan Cuo was knocked into tears and looked at the person in front of him. Isn't this Yu Muyang, have you been waiting for yourself. The boy looked at her, "Why are you so distracted, you don't even see me." ”

Yancuo was a little embarrassed, Yu Muyang was a top-level figure in the school, and he definitely couldn't understand that he couldn't think clearly of such a simple question, so he opened his mouth for a while: "No, I didn't think about anything." Yu Muyang smiled and didn't say anything more.

The two looked at each other without saying a word all the way, and when they arrived at the alley, Yan Cuo ran two steps forward, "Then, then I'll go back first, goodbye." The boy looked at her: "Goodbye, don't forget to go to school together tomorrow." I'm still there waiting for you. ”

Yancuo opened his mouth, in fact, he wanted him not to wait for him, but he still didn't speak. "Okay." Finally answered.

Since then, every morning and evening, there will be two figures, one after the other. At an age when he didn't know what love was, Yu Muyang's existence was a warm sun, warming his cold heart.