The houses on the street look almost the same from the outside, but the people who live in them are different: some are happy, some are sad, some are anxious to leave the place and look elsewhere for something better - the seemingly identical doors hide the truth of their different lives.

Every day, Xu Yan walked through the streets lined with Fatong on both sides, and then climbed hundreds of stone steps to get to school.

It's spring again. The flying flotsam of the sycamore is not romantic, but becomes annoying.

Xu Yan had no choice but to wear a mask honestly under his father's advice. Walking on the road always wants to rip it off.

It's so stuffy! I hate the sycamore of spring!

While indignant, he walked to the school.

It is worthy of being a small mountain town, the school is halfway up the mountain, and it is really forcing people to exercise when they go to school every day.

Just past his fourteenth birthday, Xu Yan thought that he should have grown up a lot.

As a result, except for books, I can't walk when I see the game.

Before reading in the morning, I picked up my English homework in a panic and ran to the office of the old class, and I had to rush back to endorse it in a panic.

Just about to go back to the classroom, the old class stopped her and said, "Xu Yan, there is an innovative English competition, you have to form a team to participate, I plan to push you up first, and you go home and prepare a little." ”

"Uh, what exactly, if I'm going to prepare?"

"I'll look at it for you when the grade group papers come down. At present, you should take a closer look at the English square and accumulate more. ”

Nodding, he hurried back to the classroom.

In the corridor, the mopping of Class 7 had just put down the mop, looked at the clean and tidy ground, and thought that the grade group would definitely be evaluated for this inspection.

Another series of footprints and a thrown sentence: "I'm sorry! You've worked hard! ”

Panting and sitting in his seat, he quickly took out his language book and began to memorize the lesson and make annotations.

While memorizing, he said to Xiang Zixuan on the left: "Brother Xuan, when you can dictate, it's up to you!" ”

Xiang Zi rotated the pen, kept his eyes off the book, nodded, and said, "Yesterday you played the game again?" ”

"Hehehe, you really understand me," Xu Yan smiled, "Let's see you in the 'global village' on Friday." ”

It's a chaotic dictation again. Xu Yan has a good memory, and coupled with the previous accumulation, the effect is actually not bad.

Xiang Zixuan said while changing it for her: "If the old class knew that you were going to play games with us on Friday, your father and mother would really be a guest in the office." ”

"It's the same for everyone. If she knew that her squad leader was also a frequent visitor to the 'Global Village', she would be angry. ”

To run and exercise between classes, Xu Yan was reluctantly dragged to the playground by Lin Yan.

Seeing the children in the first and second years of junior high school wearing red and white school uniforms and standing neatly with their sleeves rolled, Xu Yan said: "I think the school is too relaxed for us, we love to be late and not late, and we are not forced to wear school uniforms." ”

Lin Yan kicked his steps and said, "I'm afraid that the pressure will be great, in fact, we are very good at relaxing ourselves hahaha." ”

As he spoke, he brushed up his right hair and asked, "How is it, do the newly bought earrings look good?" ”

Xu Yan thought about something else and vaguely agreed.

As the whistle sounded, Cheng Rui led everyone to start running.

Xu Yan held his breath and reluctantly followed. Lin Yan was still chattering on the side: "You said that Dad Cheng took us to run so fast every day, no wonder other classes scolded him." ”

The large queue is arranged backwards according to the class number, and the eighth class is ranked first, but Cheng Rui is a person who can run.

It must have been last night, otherwise I must have been able to keep up.

Xu Yan ran and ran and fell behind.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "Can you still keep up?" ”

Xu Yan tilted his head, saw that it was Jiang Shangbei, and said with a smile: "Ah, I'm okay." ”

Jiang Shangbei pursed his lips and said, "You have fallen into our class, so if you really can't do it, go out and sit for a while." ”

With that, he pulled the person out of the team, let her stand on the edge of the basketball court to rest, and then returned to the team to run.

Xu Yan watched the people run forward, and then plunged into the team.

Puzzled, why is this tech nerd in good health? Oh yes, it's okay to look good, no wonder there are elementary school girls to inquire.

Speaking of Jiang Shangbei, it should be relatively late for a group of them to become familiar with it. But Xu Yan and Jiang Shangbei's cousin Jiang Qianfan had known each other before, and they had heard Jiang Qianfan mention Jiang Shangbie, but they never knew each other.

It's really ripe, it's still last year's sports and art festival. I heard that the instrumental music section of Class 5 formed a band, and the main theme was saxophone. Xu Yan was originally full of confidence in his class's program, but he thought that after all, there are not many people who use the saxophone as the main theme, in case the judges look at it right.

So Xu Yan, who originally only had a solo mission, was rushed by Qi Li of the Cultural Affairs Commission to "spy on the military situation". The reason is that Xu Yan has the keys to the piano room and the rehearsal room.

Xu Yan suddenly felt that it was not a good thing to have a good relationship with the music teacher.

So on Saturday afternoon, Xu Yan stayed in the rehearsal room early, bored and pressed the piano.

At about three or four o'clock, I heard the sound of chatting at the door one after another, and knew that the people from the fifth class were coming. Xu Yan simply propped his head and looked at the door, and saw that it was Yang Ruihan who entered the door, and smiled: "Hey, come to rehearsal!" ”

Yang Ruihan had attended a training class with her, and she was an acquaintance, so she asked her: "Teacher Zheng said that there was someone in the rehearsal room, it turned out to be you." ”

The next few fifth classes hesitated, not knowing whether to continue to use this rehearsal room.

Xu Yan jumped off the piano bench and said, "Hey, it's okay, you practice yours." I'm just playing here anyway. I'll go to the office in the middle of the room and play with the computer. ”

"Don't mind!"

The remaining few people were still hesitating, seeing that Yang Ruihan nodded and came in, moving the stools, carrying the drums, and tuning the strings.

Xu Yan sat on the moving platform of the chorus and looked at it with his hands folded. Didn't see the saxophone. I wasn't too embarrassed to ask.

Almost ready, Yang Ruihan looked at his watch and frowned: "Jiang Shangbei, that kid is playing games and forgetting the time again?" ”

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

The boy with the saxophone rushed through the door, held on to the door and gasped, raised his head, and smiled apologetically: "Crawl to death." When I was running on the road, I thought I was in the music classroom, but I remembered that I was in the rehearsal room on the fifth floor. ”

Poof. Xu Yan couldn't hold back, so he laughed.

Jiang Shangbei saw that the representative of the English class of Class 8 was sitting on the choir stage, and nodded.

Xu Yan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Looking forward to your performance." ”

Jiang Shangbei didn't speak again, squatted down, opened the piano bag, took out the saxophone and straddled it around his neck, signaling Yang Ruihan to get ready, and he could start.

It is a standard drum kit opening, bass rendering interlude.

After that, the copper-yellow saxophone floated out with a melodious sound.

Xu Yan heard that it should be an adaptation of Su Rui's "The Same Moonlight".

His eyes unconsciously fell on the boy who played the saxophone.

It was obviously a little exaggerated swaying, but there was a very serious look on his face, especially the hands and slender fingers, it was hard to imagine that it was the hand that played the saxophone instead of the piano.

It's really amazing.

It stands to reason that on the big stage, this instrument is indeed in the back row. But when he came to play, Xu Yan felt that it was really worthy of the main theme.

He can afford it, he deserves it.

Before she knew it, the song was over, and before Xu Yan could react, she found that a group of people were looking at her, so she stood up, applauded vigorously, and said, "Yang Ruihan, you guys are too powerful!" ”

Yang Ruihan put down the drum stick in his hand, rubbed his hands, and said with rare pride: "That's, don't you look at whose captain it is." ”

"Isn't it him?" Xu Yan was puzzled and pointed at Jiang Shang to ask.

"Huh?" Jiang Shangbei was about to drink water, and the cup raised to his lips was put down again, "It's not me haha." I'm lazy. Can't take the lead. ”

Yang Ruihan glanced at Xu Yan: "Xu Yan, you look down on me like this." Jiang Shangbei, a technical nerd, can't control the rest except for blowing it. ”

Oh, it turns out that his name is Jiang Shangbei.

Jiang Shangbei smiled helplessly.

Xu Yan's purpose has been achieved, so he casually made an excuse to slip away.

It's been some time since autumn, and there is not much left of the autumn tiger's might. The velvet fruit hanging from the plane tree on Sycamore Avenue turns brown, and the sycamore leaves slowly turn yellow.

Xu Yan walked slowly on the avenue, thinking, sure enough, the plane trees in autumn are more pleasing to the eye. He was tall and no longer flying, like a calm old man.

It is Song Meiling who likes the sycamore tree, not her.

I heard that before Chiang Kai-shek took Soong Meiling to Nanjing, he planted Nanjing with sycamores.

When spring comes, how miserable the people of Nanjing will be.

Thinking casually, I walked downstairs to my house. I wanted to buy an egg scramble and then go home, so my mother called her and asked why she hadn't come home yet.

Xu Yan shook his head, kicked the change back into his pocket, and went upstairs.

Well. The program of Class 5 is very good. It's really good-looking.

Although our class is not bad. However, it is not as attractive as their class.

Of course, this is what Xu Yan wrote in the diary, so she was not stupid enough to tell Qi Li.

Suddenly, I was looking forward to the sports and art festival.