Two days later, Lin Ran wrote him another letter.

Only one line of words:

"If we can, hopefully we can go back to square one."

It's not that I don't want to persevere, it's that I really can't go on.

She was a little tired. Although I know that it is my own problem in the first place.

In this case, it is better to solve these problems, and both of them can relax.

After a math lesson, she received two words: "Yes." ”

There was no expected heartache, but she felt that the classroom was very boring, she walked to the balcony outside, looking at the opposite teaching building, some classes have not yet ended, the teacher is still talking on the podium, some classrooms are chaotic, there are always people walking around, some classrooms have no teachers, but everyone is sitting in the same place.

The life of the third year of high school is so boring.

She originally thought that her life was a little more colorful than someone else's. She has a future that she conceives with him.

But she was wrong.

Maybe it was wrong from the start.

Some people are always only suitable to be friends, to be very good and very good, and to talk about everything. Once you cross that line, you can't go back.

What she said about returning to square one was nothing more than her fantasy.

Having come so far, how can we get back to square one?

Lin Ran remembered the reply to the love letter sent to a boy next door, and she also wrote a sentence: "If you are gradually drifting apart after intersecting, it is better to make two parallel lines that are very close to each other." ”

That boy is still a good friend of hers.

"What are you looking at? It's time for class. ”

Lin Ran was startled, and turned his head to the side, it turned out to be Teacher Song.

She smiled: "Didn't see anything. ”

"I heard your math teacher say that you didn't answer the last set of questions well?" Teacher Song smiled and was very gentle.

Lin Ran pursed his lips and nodded embarrassedly.

"It's okay, take your time. You're already amazing. ”

Lin Ran smiled, this time he really smiled.

It turns out that life is not a mess either.

Perhaps, never.

After that, Lin Ran's life remained the same, memorizing excerpts, practicing listening, and sorting out math problems over and over again.

It's like when you're busy, you don't remember anything, it's like you never started.

Approaching New Year's Day, in addition to the holiday, the more important thing is the New Year's Day party the day before leaving school.

The New Year's Day party in the third year of high school was organized by their own class, so everyone was more casual, and many people prepared programs to report to the class president.

That day, Zhu Chengzhuang sat in Qi Bing's position and asked Lin Ran if he wanted to sing a song together.

Lin Ran hesitated for a long time and agreed before Qi Bing entered the classroom.

"But I don't remember the lyrics very well." Lin Ran said.

"It's okay, I'll copy it to you."

"What about the accompaniment?" Lin Ran asked again.

"We sing." Zhu Chengzhuang replied briskly as he walked to his seat.

It seems that for him, the two have really returned to square one.

Lin Ran smiled bitterly.

It seems that the only thing you can't let go of is yourself.

Only one day later, Zhu Chengzhuang sat at Qi Bing's place again and told Lin Ran a piece of news.

He said it with a smile and looked happy.

He said: "I am with Su Qing. ”

Lin Ran smiled: "What did I say!" I'll just say you're suitable. ”

Zhu Chengzhuang lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"I just told her yesterday and she said yes." Zhu Chengzhuang said again.

Lin Ran nodded: "How good!" ”

yes, how nice.

Lin Ran lowered his head and finished copying the math problem.

After another two days, he went to find Lin Ran again.

This time, it's still news.

"Let's talk about it, let's sing that song together, or we won't sing it." He looked a little embarrassed, "Because we have to sing a chorus in the dormitory, I'm afraid I won't be able to practice well." ”

Lin Ran was still smiling: "Okay." ”