That year, autumn.

It was also the first day of school, and Fan Xue, who had just been admitted to the town middle school, went to the school alone to report.

Fan Xue shook her sore and sore arm, and before she knew it, she walked out of the shadow of the pine tree.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly tilted and fell into her gray pupils, and she subconsciously narrowed her eyes slightly.

Across this road, it is Deyun Middle School, which is a small street but very lively.

The shops on the right are filled with a wide variety of goods, and some of the shops are shouting loudly at the door.

Fan Xue tilted her head and looked at their undulating Adam's apple, and suddenly felt that her throat was so hot that it was smoking, as if a flame would come out as soon as she opened her mouth.

It happened that there was a small shop selling ice water on the side of the street, and when she saw a savior, she hurried over.

It was in this ordinary shop that she met Xu Wen for the first time, in a large group of students in school uniforms waiting to buy water, he was as clear and clean as the summer sun, radiant.

At this time, they would not have thought of it.

She will be inextricably entangled with the one she first met, and he will be inextricably entangled with her when she first sees her.

A few days after the start of school, Fan Xue was already familiar with Xu Wen at the back table.

From getting along, she gradually figured out Xu Wen's different personalities. He is sometimes a lively and active type, and can get along quickly with anyone, and sometimes he is quiet and introverted, polite to everyone, like a well-cultivated gentleman.

More often than not, he doesn't pretend to anyone and rejects people thousands of miles away.

Fan Xue often sighed, such a boy with multiple personalities, will it be difficult to get along?

She is also glad that he can talk to her like a friend most of the time.

Such a peaceful day, without conflicting conversations, is a luxury for her.

As we enter October, the weather begins to cool. Summer is like a struggling patient, holding on to the last tail and refusing to let go.

Love grows and multiplies like crazy in this season.

Fan Xue often pretended to inadvertently borrow this and that from Xu Wen, a small eraser and a pencil...... He grinned and handed her what she wanted into the palm of her hand, teasing that she was the most confused girl he had ever seen.

Fan Xue always pretends to be angry, but deep down there is something called sweetness, filling the empty heart so abundantly.

It's just that whenever she turns her head with a flushed face, there is always a pair of eyes behind her looking at her distractedly.

The light in the pupils flickered and flickered, and finally went out as if it had been hurt.

It was the serenity of being at the same table with Xu Wen.

At this time, he closed his eyes slightly, and the moment the darkness came, he seemed to see good morning again, followed by Fan Xue's face.

The two faces were like entangled twin flowers, and he couldn't tell them apart.

After a while, he raised his head, as if there was ice slag choked deep in his throat, and it hurt hard.

In the first week of school, the class meeting was to elect the class cadres, and Xu Wen was elected class president with the highest number of votes.

Fan Xue was obviously very happy, and said to Xu Wen with a strange look in her eyes: "Make mistakes in the future." Is it possible to go through the back door? ”

"Hehe, sassy fan, impossible. You're a study committee! I don't recognize my six relatives. Xu Wen responded lightly.

"Cut!"

Fan Xue was a little disappointed, and she was also a little proud and disdainful.

At this moment, the class bell rang, and the head teacher with the handout folder walked up to the podium on time, followed by a girl.

The afternoon sun spilled in through the crack in the door, shining on the girl's cherry blossom pink dress, her skin seemed to be transparent, and like a summer gardenia, fragrant.

Fan Xue's gaze crossed the black head of the classmate in the front row, and she could see the girl's face clearly at a glance.

Shocked by the scar on her chin. I was surprised that the scar didn't look ugly, but on the contrary, it had a different charm.

"Students, this is Zhao Siqing, a new classmate who has just been transferred. Please give you a warm applause. As soon as the teacher's words ended, the audience burst into warm applause, mixed with the whistles of a few boys in the corner.

"Wow, what a pretty girl, it's my type! That long hair, I want people to touch it when I look at it. It's the scar on the chin that's too ......... Ay. But it's still beautiful! ”

Xu Wen muttered excitedly, and these words drifted into Fan Xue's ears through the air, stinging her heart like a needle.

She subconsciously pressed her chest with both hands and covered her heart.

"Hello students, my name is Zhao Siqing, please take care of me." The girl's voice was soft, with a little shyness, and she smiled sweetly at the classmates in the audience.

Such a result, of course, received a warm applause.

In the eyes of the boys' anticipation and the girls' jealousy, Zhao Siqing lowered her head, like a Cinderella who had not been discovered by the prince, and walked towards the stage with elegant steps.

When she passed by Fan Xue's side, Fan Xue unnaturally buried her head deep in the book.

The corners of the girl's pink skirt floated through the corridor, stayed in front of Fan Xue's position for a second, and then drifted away.

Soon, Fan Xue smelled the lingering fragrance of gardenias in the air.

For a long time afterward, this flavor continued throughout.

It's like a dream that doesn't wake up all year round.

After class, the class suddenly became lively, and some boys in the grade heard that there were beautiful women in the class, and they ran to the window to look.

But more of it was the scar on Siqing's face.

Although a few bold boys actually asked someone to send roses and love letters, and asked people to pass them on to Zhao Siqing.

She accepted all those who came, but never responded.

"It's difficult, are all the boys in Deyun perverts? It's disgusting to coax when you see a beautiful woman! I don't think they're curious about how beautiful she is. Just wanted to see her scar. Xu Wen complained sourly, and also pointed out the truth.

"What, psychologically unbalanced?" An serene smiled faintly, and a word revealed his truth.

"Cut, it's about my yarn." After Xu Wen finished speaking, he took out a copy of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and read it. Ignore someone anymore.

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Years later.

Whenever the familiar scent of jasmine wafted in the air, Fan Xue's thoughts would drift far away.

It's as if there's always a pair of eyes behind you staring at you. Of course, she knew very well in her heart that this was just her own delusion.

Years later, when she remembered the scene of the first day of school again, she finally understood that there was indeed a beam of eyes on her.

And it lasted from the first year of high school to the graduation of the third year of high school.

That gaze full of love, until she graduated, she didn't know that there was indeed an excellent boy who loved her.

It's just that he was too late, and he didn't arrive until she fell in love with someone else.

Also after he dropped out of school.

Therefore, she never noticed.

When she went home that night, Fan Xue went to the bathroom to wash her face, and was surprised to find that she had a blush on her face. This is a label unique to women in love.

Looking in the mirror, the girl who blushed like the moment the tide came. She clearly saw her inner self.

Yes, she fell in love, in love with the boy with the scent of flowers.

Love, something that I have been avoiding and avoiding, came so suddenly.

Like a seed buried in the ground, it suddenly sprouts unstoppably.

With a deep longing, rich and fragrant, but full of thorns.

Love at first sight is what it is!

The same is true of puppy love in the eyes of the world.

Fan Xue thought so, and buried her face in the water filled with cold water.

The moment the cold hit, she saw the smiling face in her dream again, as beautiful as a summer flower.

Fan Xue raised her wet face and whispered softly to the blurred shadow in the mirror.

I couldn't hear what she was saying, and she didn't know.

Tears poured out irrepressibly again, mixing with the water.

I can't tell the difference.

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