The days of Puxi seem to be ten years like a day, it seems to be autumn, and it seems to be summer. The cool breeze at night has a hint of autumn water.

The small table facing the window can see the leaves of the banyan tree in the distant community, and the creeper on the windowsill nearby. The creeper lowered its head, and as soon as the breeze passed, countless creeper collided with each other.

It's been a long time since she's opened her beloved fountain pen notebook, and she doesn't know if she will be rusty if she lifts the pen again. She yawned and closed the math textbook.

Ordinary weekends.

It should not be ordinary, and the next school year will be a mid-term exam. Yue Wenwen's mood is very calm.

The tip of the fountain pen is rounded and spherical, and when it is waved on a piece of paper, the tip of the pen transmits the feeling of friction to the fingers, which in turn transmits this subtle sensation to the brain, and it seems that the whole body resonates comfortably. Yue Wenwen's words have always been square, not ugly, and she doesn't write a notebook to make the words look better, she just likes the pleasant feeling brought by the tip of the fountain pen rubbing the paper.

When you write, you can think about things casually or empty yourself.

She and Shi Yu didn't mention the embarrassing incident at the elevator entrance again, and walked impartially, listened carefully to the class, went to the office to ask math problems with some effort, and tutored after school to make the moon warm like a fish in water... There's nothing wrong with anywhere.

The neck was a little sore, and the ink opened a dark blue flower on the paper, and the flower was dynamic and constantly blended.

Yue Wenwen smiled, put on the pen cap, sorted out some exercise books and planners for tomorrow, and went to bed.

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The midterm exam came as scheduled, Yue Wenwen wore an egg yolk color hoodie that day, and sat in the fifth exam room, she had always thought that she was indifferent, not salty or light. It wasn't until the moment she actually sat in the exam room that she knew that she was murderous, and her ambition burst out with a "bang" the moment the exam bell rang.

may be because she was too focused on writing the inscription, Yue Wenwen felt that the day passed too quickly, and the last time she put down the pen to check the political papers, the night ended.

Dragging his tired body back to the classroom, Yue Wenwen felt that he was not the same as the last time Yue Wenwen, who was like a lost dog after the exam. But I don't know what's different.

The surrounding classmates came back one after another, Yang Yu didn't have any facial expression, she commanded a few boys to restore the tables and chairs, and when she went to the back row to get a broom, she touched Yue Wenwen's head with a smile by the way.

"Stiff face, huh? Lukewarm. Recently, she and Tingwei only called her one word, and Yue Wenwen didn't know why.

"Aren't you too."

"There is a big school event in a few days, and the head teacher keeps me holding back and not telling you, for fear that it will affect the exam."

"Wow! What an event! Moon Wen Wen's eyes lit up.

"Art Week."

Yue Wenwen also wanted to ask what the Literature and Art Week was, but everyone was almost here, and Yang Yu went to work again to direct the cleaning.

Shi Yu came back with two pens in his hand, he had never had any stationery, and even if there was an exam, he would not buy an extra ruler or an eraser. And Yue Wenwen must have taken a lot of review papers when he went to the examination room. If you can't finish watching it, it's just a comfort.

Recently, Shi Yu has rarely slept in class, and it seems that he has gradually adjusted back to China's biological clock. But he was always lazy at night, like a schoolboy who had to go home early to bed.

Shi Yu's hair was messy, a little sleepy-eyed, Yue Wenwen could imagine that he was asleep in the first examination room, and then the bell rang, and he rubbed his hair indiscriminately and sat up to hand in the papers.

Shi Yu is also wearing a hoodie inside the school uniform today, pure black, a hat rope is exposed outside, and a hat rope is tucked inside, Yue Wenwen looked very uncomfortable, stood up and tidied it up for him, and then turned sideways to let him in.

Since that day, the two have become a little awkward, no one wants to deal with anyone, no one wants to break this stiff embarrassment, although usually the moon temperature is still two glasses of water, Shi Xiang still gives her guidance on math problems in recess or evening self-study, but this embarrassment exists, it can't be said who thinks too unilaterally, this can be seen from the fact that the two deliberately avoid sitting together in after-school tutoring, Fang Chen still disliked the two of them at the beginning of the time where to do more things at the same table is not to do, after-class tutoring pretending to be what men and women do not kiss, Later, he didn't nag so much, and sat next to Yue Wenwen, saying that it was a caring response to the group members.

This awkwardness is like a cola that has just dissipated from the air conditioner, lukewarm, you can drink it, but you don't want to drink it.

Just now, Yue Wen Wen smoothly sorted out the hat rope, and even Yue Wenwen didn't realize that this was a symbol of breaking the awkward peace.

Shi Yu didn't say anything and walked into his seat as usual, but his eyes seemed to soften. Shi Yu decided to forgive her, after all, she had realized her mistakes and bowed to herself.

By the time Yue Wenwen realized that her strange behavior meant surrender, it was too late, and she blushed for the first time in a long time, which was really embarrassing.

After Shi Yu sat down, he casually put out a few books, and casually asked Yue Wenwen how she did in the exam, Yue Wenwen's tone was a little confident, she only said that this time the last big question in mathematics was not finished.

Shi Zhi nodded and replied approvingly, "There is progress." ”

"Do you know what a literary week is?" Yue Wen Wen changed the subject.

Shi Yu shook his head, and then Fang Chen in the back interjected, and began to gush about the origin and content of Puxi Yi Chinese Art Week, roughly what was the beginning of the first decade after the reform and opening up, Yue Wenwen grasped the key point, "No classes for four consecutive days." ”

"Wow... That's how it can be good. I don't have the heart to learn. Lin Sen on the side tried to hide his happiness with an anxious tone.

Yue Wenwen just wanted to laugh at him, the head teacher came in, signaled quiet, and held a small class meeting about the midterm exam that had just ended, and all the teachers' clichés were like a few sentences, "The end of this exam does not mean that it can end here, and the sea of learning is endless..." The head teacher smiled softly, asked the students about what program the class was going to produce, explained the schedule in detail, and let the students leave school early.

When I was a student, I was able to stay with my classmates without having to go to class, and it was the gold that God sifted out of the hourglass of time.

The head teacher asked the class committee and the team leaders of each group to stay and assign the tasks of the Literature and Art Week, and the glorious 8 group leader Fang Chen stayed, the spirit of sacrifice shone in the young eyes, he used his mouth to explain to Lin Sen, Lin Sen couldn't read it, but he knew that he was going to ask Mrs. Wen for a leave of absence.

Yue Wenwen picked up her small schoolbag and said goodbye to Tingwei Yang Yu, and waited for Lin Sen and Shi at the door of the classroom. Today's evening lights on the street are very soft, and the steps of the three of them are a little brisk, only one of them is brisk because they have finished the exam, and those two people are relaxed because they no longer have to be awkward.

When Fang Chen ran to the cram school, he found that in the small classroom, only Lin Sen's vacant seat was waiting for him.

"Damn, where are you doing it at the same table, why are you doing it, it's endless to change it." On the way home, Fang Chen muttered only this one sentence repeatedly.