G City, surrounded by the sea on three sides, has only one main road running through the north and south of the whole city. In the 19th century it was a small fishing village, and 100 years ago the Russians built a small city here.

G Middle School, the city's key high school, is the highest university in the region and is located at the southernmost tip of the city.

More than 100 years ago, it was the office of the Russian city government, and the three-story red and white building, with straight lines and corners, and the rounded window edges in the middle of it make people feel so noble and proud.

The school is surrounded by tall black locust trees, with dense foliage that shades the sky and the sun, and every few meters under the trees, there is a large flower bed half a meter high made of natural pebbles mixed with lime, and all kinds of flowers are blooming lively.

Today is Sunday, the campus is very quiet, Mi Yiqing is holding a copy of "Selected Prose of Zhu Ziqing" and sitting quietly by the flower bed under the locust tree.

It's been almost a month since she left home and came to school, and Mi Yiqing likes this garden-like school very much, only occasionally thinking of her father Mi Guangyao, who teaches in the depths of the mountains.

Dad only came to me in one letter, and most of the letters introduced that the graduating class he taught this year had won the first place in the city, but there were too few children in the mountains, and most of them stopped studying because of poverty.

Mi Guangyao was very painful, and he didn't know how to change the education situation in the mountainous areas, so he only mentioned one sentence to himself at the end of the whole letter: study hard!

As for the other two members of the family, Aunt Huang Fen and the daughter she brought (who has been renamed Mi Qiqi) did not mention anything.

Mi Yiqing smiled bitterly, his father put all his thoughts on the students, and when he thought of his father who was teaching every day in the mountains, Mi Yiqing's heart became sore, and his eyes were covered with a layer of rain and mist.

Mi Yiqing sighed, picked up the book, and there was a row of beautiful small words on the title page of the book: "Dedicated to my dear brother - Shanshan" My heart was sour, and tears were dripping down, this is the book that my mother gave to my father.

Dad told her that her mom was the most beautiful, intelligent, and gentle woman in the world.

Every time Dad mentions her, the eyes that have been worn out by the difficult years always flash with endless love and longing.

Whenever this happens, Mi Yiqing will burst into tears, she misses her mother so much.

In her heart, she will depict the image of her mother countless times, and her mother is a fairy in the sky, and she has returned to heaven.

Touching the necklace on her chest, which was given to her mother by her grandmother, touching it was like seeing her mother smiling at her in the sky.

Tears flowed down Mi Yiqing's pale face, wetting the ink-scented pages.

Mi Yiqing took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes, and looked up at the flowers in the flower bed, a colorful butterfly was flapping its wings and flying around among the flowers.

After this summer, it will disappear from this world, its life is short, but how wonderful its life is!

Mi Yiqing sighed, and there was already a breath of youth in her sad eyes.

It suddenly went dark in front of her, and Mi Yiqing's eyes were covered by a pair of chubby little hands.

A person deliberately holds his breath, closes his mouth, and makes a shrill voice from his throat: "Guess who I am?" ”

"Chubby Yuan, let go! Or I'll squeak you. ”

Mi Yiqing was most afraid of the dark, and her heart suddenly gave birth to boundless fear.

Knowing that it was her good friend Pang Yuanyuan who was joking with her, she still felt that she was about to fall into the dark abyss, and her whole body seemed to be gnawed by countless poisonous snakes.

Mi Yiqing struggled to break the chubby pair on her blindfold.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and the sunlight pierced her eyes.

Pang Yuanyuan let go of his hands and ran away with a grin.

"Yiqing, chase me, come and chase me, I'm here."

Mi Yiqing stood up in a daze, and her eyes were hazy, as if there were countless moths jumping around in front of her.

"Oops!" Mi Yiqing screamed in pain, and because she got up too violently, her head hit a hard object fiercely, like a tree, and like a wall.

"It's bad luck to hit a tree!" Mi Yiqing muttered in frustration, rubbing her aching and dizzy head.

"Are you alright?" A slightly hoarse baritone sounded in his ears, his voice visibly irritating.

Mi Yiqing was startled, and looked up suddenly, a male classmate wearing a white jersey and dark blue sweatpants stood in front of her, so big, full of 1.86 meters.

The two of them were too close, and Mi Yiqing's raised head was just up to his chin, and he was looking down at Mi Yiqing angrily.

It was a handsome and cold face, with thick hair scattered rebelliously at the back of the head, a lock of long bangs draped diagonally over the full forehead, a pair of thick and dense sword eyebrows, inner eyes, and slender eyelids, full of temptation. It's just that the eyes are cold and gloomy, and people can't help but shiver when they see it. The bridge of the nose is handsome, the angular lips are crimson, and it looks evil and sexy.

The boy dragged the basketball with one hand and placed the other on the broad forehead, which abruptly raised a swollen red bag.

Mi Yiqing's eyes happened to be staring at him, those already indifferent eyes were as cold as frost, and the cold gaze frightened Mi Yiqing's heart for a while.

It dawned on her that her poor head had not hit a tree or a wall at all, but the brittle forehead of the boy with ghostly eyes.

She fought a cold war and finally came to her senses.

Ai You looked at the girl in front of her angrily, when she ran over to pick up the ball just now, this damn girl was standing up in a daze, and she didn't know what material this girl's head was made of, why was it so hard! It still hurts hotly in my forehead.

He looked at the little girl carefully, the school blue checkered school uniform was loosely wrapped on her thin body, her pale little face instantly turned red, and a pair of big black eyes looked at him in confusion at first, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a wounded rabbit facing a big bad wolf, his eyes were so clear and helpless. The black hair was neatly combed into two braids at the back of his head, and he actually held a copy of Zhu Ziqing's prose in his hand, and now his two hands were turning the pages back and forth nervously.

Ai You's heart trembled unconsciously, shook his head, and asked coldly, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine!" Mi Yiqing said in a panic, her face turned even redder, and she quickly lowered her head.

Ai You picked up the basketball, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly mockingly, turned around, and walked away indifferently.

Mi Yiqing looked at the slender, athletic back, patted his chest, and let out a long breath.

"Yiqing, what are you still rubbing? Come and play! Pang Yuanyuan shouted at her.

"I saw the big bad wolf just now!" Mi Yiqing panted and ran in front of them, patting her chest, still immersed in the embarrassment just now.

"What big bad wolf?"

"Such a tall big bad wolf, lo and behold, it's the big big one who plays basketball. That look is fiercer than a wolf! Mi Yiqing pointed to the tall figure under the basketball hoop that was as tall as a vigorous eagle and gestured.

"He's a big bad wolf, you can figure it out!" Pang Yuanyuan's voice raised an octave, and his emotions immediately became excited.

"He's the school grass of our school, you nerd don't know him, how many school nymphos look at him stupidly! Look, he's so handsome! Pang Yuanyuan stared straight at the back of the man who was dodging left and right, jumping up and down, and saliva flowed out.

"Let's go, you big pervert, he's the school grass, and I'm the school flower!" Mi Yiqing took Pang Yuanyuan's hand and ran away.