The winter vacation passed quickly, and Cheng Wangshu himself was more afraid of the cold, and the snow was extraordinarily heavy this winter, so Cheng Wangshu didn't like to go out even more.

Song Ran has to prepare for the college entrance examination, so naturally he doesn't have time to mess around with Cheng Wangshu, he only calls himself when he is too tired from studying, sometimes just chatting, and sometimes asking himself to go out for a walk in the park.

But every time he came out, he didn't look tired, he just quietly took his hand for a walk, he never complained to himself about anything, but Cheng Wangshu often complained that the weather was too cold, and he had to run out to do something, Song Ran sometimes looked at himself wrapped like a cotton bag, and laughed happily.

Song Ran often exclaimed when he held Cheng Wangshu's hand: "Why are your hands so cold, you should move more, move more, strengthen blood circulation, and be healthier, look at you, you are stupid at home." Then put Cheng Wangshu's hand into his sleeve to warm it.

Cheng Wangshu often ridiculed Song Ran like a middle-aged health uncle with a thermos cup, popularizing all kinds of health knowledge around him, he was serious, he just listened, didn't refute, didn't do it, and let it be cold.

"It's the New Year soon, Chen Shiming's birthday is coming, and I haven't thought about what gift to give."

"Miss Cheng, by the way, why didn't I see you so attentive on my birthday?" Song Ran's tone had a hint of grievance.

"You didn't tell me when your birthday was, how do I know when your birthday is!" Cheng Wangshu responded to Song Ran's words with confidence.

"Won't you ask?"

"Why should I ask?"

"I'm yours...... Ahh When Song Ran couldn't say anything in his mouth, Cheng Wangshu's thoughts had already jumped to other places.

"Seriously, Song Xueba, I really have a question for you."

"Just ask."

"How much did you score on this exam! How many people are on the list? ”

"That's what you're asking?"

"yes!"

"661, second in class. The big list is estimated to be the second, I didn't see it. Where are you? ”

"I'll be like that 487, class 13, big list 122."

"It's okay, it's better than the last exam, why are you still unhappy." Song Ran looked at Cheng Wangshu with a smile on his face, and looked at her expression with interest.

"How long are the brains of students like you, and you study so well! Alas, the sky does not give birth to Zhongni, and eternity is like a long night! Cheng Wangshu rubbed her hair like a bird's nest, and Song Ran couldn't help laughing when she looked at her.

"You have to know that everything that exists is reasonable."

"You say you're good at science, forget it, why do you understand liberal arts, I don't like you anymore, I'm going home."

Song Ran pulled herself into her arms the moment Cheng Wangshu turned around, the distance between them was so close, his warm breath sprinkled on Cheng Wangshu's hair, she knew that as long as she raised her head, she could meet his gaze, but she never dared to raise her head, after a long time, he sighed softly, and then a gentle kiss fell on Cheng Wangshu's hair.

"Go back, it's cold outside." Song Ran's tone was gentle.

"Silly girl, turn back." Song Ran looked at Cheng Wangshu's back as he gradually walked away, and he wanted to say to Cheng Wangshu: "I like you!" This sentence couldn't be dispersed in Song Ran's mind, and there were many times when this sentence was about to rush out of his mouth and be swallowed back by him raw, he wasn't sure if Cheng Wangshu liked him......

More often than not, he felt that it was not the right time, and waited a little longer, when he finished his studies, when he could have a future.

"Okay." Cheng Wangshu lowered his head and walked in the direction of home.

Chen Shiming's birthday is on the second day of the first lunar month, she once said that because of the New Year, almost no one can remember her birthday, Cheng Wangshu always sounds very distressed.

A few years ago, when the results of the high school entrance examination were issued two days before the birthday, because the test was not good, so I didn't dare to mention the birthday at home, but when I had dinner the day before my birthday, my father mentioned it and said: "Tomorrow the child's birthday, buy something delicious for the child, and buy one if you want to eat cake." ”

At that moment, Cheng Wangshu began to understand that no matter how much mistake he made, his parents would always tolerate him unconditionally, because they would always love themselves more than they loved them.

"Happy birthday, I don't have much pocket money, it's just enough to treat you to a spicy meal, I don't think you mind."

"Thank you, I like it." Cheng Wangshu and Chen Shiming can become good friends because of martial arts novels, they both like to read martial arts novels, although Cheng Wangshu likes Jin Yong's novels, Chen Shiming likes Gulong novels, but this does not affect them to become good friends. In Cheng Wangshu's words, this is called "seeking common ground while reserving differences".

"Xiao Shushu, have you heard, we are going to divide classes in the third year of high school."

"Isn't this an annual tradition, the top 30 on the big list, you shouldn't have any problems, and don't you like Sun Ning very much, it's good to go to the key class."

"You said you can't be sensational, you can't show reluctance."

"What's so reluctant about this, I can't go to a class with my grades, and you just go to a key class, and you don't go abroad, you can meet at any time if you want to."

"You really want to open it, by the way, how are you and Song Ran?"

"Well, that's it, it's the same as before."

"I thought you liked him a lot."

"I don't know, I can't say what it feels like, I just think he understands me very well and understands me."

More often than not, she doesn't understand what kind of feelings she has for Song Ran, she likes to chat with him quietly.

The beginning of the new semester is always in a hurry, maybe he is too busy with studying, so Song Ran has less and less time to find himself, but even if he is very busy, he still takes Cheng Wangshu to school every morning, and still sits in the back seat every day to chat with him.

"Miss Cheng, good morning to the new semester!"

"Song Xueba, good morning."

"How about having a good year?"

"It doesn't matter if you're happy or not, it's the same way every year, so I don't feel much, I just think it's not as fun as when I was young."

"The New Year has always been the same, but it's not you who is happy, you see those children are still very happy."

Cheng Wangshu looked at Song Ran's back quietly, she knew that he was comforting herself, comforting her nervousness and pressure, he could always know my mood from his own words and a half, but he was the one who was under more pressure.

"Song Ran, have you decided which university to go to?"

"Not yet, I'm not sure yet, I'll have to wait a little longer to see the results of the first and second models."

Wait a little longer, and when I get into college, I'll definitely give you a result. Song Ran secretly affirmed.

"Aren't you stressed?"

He laughed out loud: "Miss Cheng, even if I am a scholar, I will be nervous at this time." ”

"Then why can't you see that?"

"Have you ever seen me get angry with someone and blush?"

"Nope."

"That's it, I'm paralyzed."

It wasn't until many years later when he talked about it again that Cheng Wangshu knew when he was under pressure, and he had a lot of pressure, but he never showed the slightest in front of him, and often shared his pressure and vulnerability.

"Our tasks this semester are very heavy, and our students must review well when they go home, and ask questions that they don't know in time." The nervous tone of the teachers revealed the urgency of the approaching third year of high school.

The speed of the teacher's lecture seems to be doubled, and those things that can be understood begin to become half-understood, but even if they are art candidates, they still have to participate in the cultural class of the college entrance examination, and the results of the cultural class also determine Cheng Wangshu's ranking.

There are always a few female classmates in each class who pick things, although Cheng Wangshu has always cared about other people's opinions or visions, but he is still very angry with those who don't study well and look down on art candidates.

The reason why Cheng Wangshu is angry is not because of their strange vision, but because they think that art candidates are very easy, thinking that singing and dancing can be admitted to the undergraduate, which is a shortcut for children who do not study well.

There has never been any shortcut in this world, when they are immersed in the classroom and study hard, Cheng Wangshu also soaked in the dance studio, the studio, the piano room with sweat and tears dripping on the floor of the classroom, dancing for more than ten hours a day, dancing until bruised, more than ten hours of non-stop sketching, and the wrist was worn out and continued to draw on the gauze wrap, and those instrumental music students practiced the piano until their hands trembled and they couldn't hold chopsticks steadily, the world is fair, those so-called art students who took the "shortcut" don't have to keep writing and thinking in the classroom, But they also put in their efforts.

In the days that followed, Wangshu often missed this time, and she always said that she always worked hard for something during that period of time;

But in later days, I often sighed that the conservation of energy in this world is also stable, and the books we didn't want to read at that time will be picked up again one day; But we are not willing to do the effort, one day we will take the initiative to try; And the secrets that we were desperately trying to hide at that time will also be revealed one day.