At dawn, many sparrows fell on the tree behind the house, which disturbed Wang Menglai's clear dream.

Half-asleep, she stretched out an arm to the bedside to touch the alarm clock to see that it was just six o'clock. It's still early. At seven o'clock in the morning self-study, from home to school is only ten minutes, she has always slept as much as she can. So I put on the quilt and continued to sleep.

It was twelve o'clock after the set of test papers last night, and those headache-inducing science test papers obviously didn't have to be done. If you don't do it, you will have to lag behind the results that you have made. Originally, the gap with Wang Mengling was big, and if her grades continued to be worse, she might not be able to stay in this house well, and she would be scolded again: You shameful thing.

I was about to fall asleep when I heard music in my ears for no reason, "it's been so long..."

The noise was so loud that she didn't have the heart to sleep anymore, and the anger became bigger and bigger.

Irritably, he lifted the quilt, angrily walked to the window, opened the window, and looked out, but there was nothing, as usual. An ordinary alley leading to the toilet at the back of the house.

There is also a window directly opposite, but it is Grandpa Cheng's home, and there are only two seventy-year-old people in their house, where can they listen to such trendy songs? Still right now?

The cold wind poured in through the window, and she shivered, so she hurriedly closed the window. The moment I closed the window, I heard the voice of a boy on the other side. But it's supposed to be an auditory hallucination.

The cold wind blew in less than a minute, and reason immediately drowned out the sleepiness. I don't know if to thank the person who played the music or hate him.

It's rare to get up so early, 'the plan of the day is in the morning', it's a pity not to endorse, right?

After Wang Menglai got dressed, he went downstairs to wash, and Wang Mengling in the other room hadn't gotten up yet. When I went downstairs, I found that no one else in the house had gotten up. This meant that she would have to make her own breakfast for the whole family, and perhaps hand it to the delicate lady upstairs to wake her up.

At the thought of this, she frowned.

After a quick wash, she put on her school bag, pushed her vintage bicycle and slipped away.

It was spring, and the trees six hundred meters in front of the door were full of green shoots, and all the eyes could see were metasequoias. A hundred meters in front of the door is their own field, two rows on the left and right. In the middle is a cement road. At the end of the concrete road is their family's pond, with a few peach trees planted on the side. The long road in front of the pond is the road out of the village.

A large area in front of you is Wangzhuang, and to the east of the village is dense farmland, and beyond that is a cemetery. To the north, you can go to the city, and to the south is the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal.

In recent years, there have been quite a lot of changes, the original west side of the village was built a factory, and then that piece was demolished into a mound of earth, and then the road was built to become green, and a new Qing'an church was built on the side of the greenery. There is also an East Canal Road in front of the church.

Wang Menglai rode slowly and leisurely all the way, after all, it was too early, although he could barely enter the school, but if he entered the class, he would have to climb over the wall. No one wants to be outside in this weather. She would rather wander on the road for a while than sit in a daze at the school gate or climb over the wall. I still have ten yuan in my pocket, enough to buy a rice ball. There is a grandmother at the entrance of the school who sells rice balls, which are cheap and abundant, and affordable!

After buying rice balls, parking the car, eating and walking.

At the entrance of the school, there was a boy dressed in black, motionless, and I didn't know if he was asleep. The hat covers his face, and the exhaled heat bubbles out of the slits. Dressed very coldly. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I noticed him, and he didn't go in after five or six minutes of her shopping. Maybe it's because you can't get in.

The cold wind swished, shivering one after another, and when I reached the school gate, I changed to a trot. The school gate has just opened, and I just want to sit in the class early to warm up.

"Classmate, can you lend me a school uniform?"

Wang Menglai turned around when he heard this.

The man who seemed to be asleep put on his hat and spoke to her. The hot breath he exhaled floated in front of her, making her unable to see the person's appearance clearly, but she vaguely felt that he was a handsome guy. Let's just start with this cold voice.

Familiar.

"I'm sorry, it's not that people from our school can't get in."

Wang Menglai swallowed the food in his mouth and replied politely. Her smile is standard, kind and deliberately distant. After all, everyone who saw her smile said so. This is one of the reasons why she has no friends.

The boy scratched his head irritably, "I'm a transfer student, I'm early." ”

"Then I'll take you in when the teacher comes." Wang Menglai put down a sentence and continued to walk towards the door.

The boy was anxious and chased after him: "Hey, classmate! It's really cold outside, can you take me in and sit? I am in the fourth class of high school, my name is Jiang He. ”

Rivers?

Is this person short of water in the five elements?

He took a step forward, and Wang Menglai took a step back.

"Hello, I'm Wang Menglai."

Wang Menglai?

He raised an eyebrow slightly, scrutinizing her face.

A cute little fleshy face. The eyebrows are also clear, the eyes are quite bright, the inner pair is swollen with eye bubbles, and the folds of the eyelids are so fat that they are almost invisible. The roots of the mountain are low, but the nose is very upturned. The lips are full, with pronounced beads, and the lip color is not deep. The small, pointed chin is quite noticeable.

A conclusion, ordinary.

"Hello, hello, it's really cold that I can't wake up."

He took another step forward, bowed his head and let her see his eager eyes, and then Wang Menglai finally saw his face clearly.

Indescribably good-looking.

The thick eyebrows are not messy, the eyes look even more affectionate, and they are also inner pairs, as well as short and thick eyelashes, the nose is straight and upturned, and there is a shallow smile on the mouth. There is no fat on the face and the contours are clear. It's not like she's so fat that her neck is almost gone, especially when she wears a high collar, it's just gone.

He was indeed cold, and his lips were white. Shortness of breath, spraying directly on her skin, cold to death. In the mist, the face was more hazy and better-looking. There was a hint of supplication in his eyes.

When this guy walks into the school, I'm afraid the school grass will have to give way.

Yesterday, the teacher specifically mentioned that a transfer student from province A would come today, and asked everyone to get along well, it should be the person in front of him.

Wang Menglai touched the skin that was touched by his breath, and the cold feeling was finally much less.

Squinting his eyes and staring at him, he was displeased, and slowly asked, "Can you stay away from me?" ”

The doubts on Jiang He's face became bigger and bigger, and he was blocked by her words and had nothing to say.

Wang Menglai looked back at the security room, those people were talking and laughing, and then suddenly took his hand, spread the girl and rushed in at a speed of 100 meters, fortunately, Jiang He reacted quickly, otherwise she would have to fall and eat by her sudden drag.

She never looked back when she ran, so Jiang He just watched her run out of breath.

When she entered the school, she let him go, put him on the first floor, and went upstairs without looking back.

Jiang He still wanted to talk to her, but he probably didn't want to hear it looking at her indifferent appearance.

How could this man be so indifferent?

Wang Menglai saw his confused expression from the glass, and slightly hooked his lips: "Don't regret it, this is not the last one." ”