It's a cloudy day again.

Sleeping alone, I slowly chewed on the mood and feelings that were exclusive to the cloudy day. There are so many unforgettable stories about cloudy days that I can't help but reminisce about unconsciously.

Cloudy, is my favorite weather. It is different from the heat and restlessness of a sunny day, but it has a sense of tranquility and peace, as well as some desolation and loneliness. The cool wind blowing on the face on a cloudy day seems to have a calming and sober power. The cloudy sky is full of gray and white thick clouds, and it is heavy, reflecting all the scenery to look desolate, which makes people feel a little melancholy.

I like cloudy days, for me, maybe it's some kind of transition in my life.

Time flies, and it's a lot to fall in love with cloudy days. As for the story that started on a cloudy day and made me finally fall in love with a cloudy day, it has been several years since it began. High school...... Countless memories tugged me back to that time—

A day that doesn't seem to be anything special.

I came to a familiar school alone.

But unlike ever, today is a new beginning.

Two months ago, I got the news that my total score in the high school entrance examination was 699, and my naked score was fifth in the county. Six hundred and ninety-nine - when I looked at this score, I just thought it was a pity, why didn't I get an extra score or two? Getting a score of more than 700 feels completely different - now that I think about it, this score is probably some kind of hint from God. It indicates that my life that seemed to be perfect in the past will be missing something in the future.

After spending a relaxing summer vacation after my first big exam, I chose to go straight to the middle school where I attended in junior high school, rather than going to a prestigious school in the city like some people with similar grades to me.

In fact, as the best school in the county, our school is not badly ranked in the city. In addition, I am ashamed to say that I have been pampered since I was a child, and my mother has always taken care of me at home, so I can't and don't want to adapt to the life of living and studying alone in a foreign country.

What's more, how could my mother be willing to leave her alone at such a young age to go to school elsewhere? After I was born, my mother gave up her job and stayed at home to stay with me until now. She found out that I was a talented child, and sent me to primary school when I was five years old, so I am actually only 14 years old when I am in my first year of high school. I have always had excellent grades, and she has loved me more and more, and I have never done any housework since I was a child, and she is satisfied with being a "white-faced scholar" wholeheartedly.

In this context, if you want me to evaluate my ability to take care of myself...... All I can say is that I can't comment on something that doesn't exist at all......

So, when considering where to go to high school, my mother and I tacitly agreed: don't go to any prestigious school, just study locally.

There are more than 30 classes in one grade in the high school of our school. According to the school's consistent arrangement, we will study all nine subjects in the first half of the first year of high school, and then divide the arts and sciences in the second half of the first year of high school, and then we will be re-assigned to classes. In the first half of the first year of high school, all classes are divided into three levels: A, B, C, and classes 1 to 6 are parallel class A. The student numbers of each class are ranked from front to back according to their admission scores. Naturally, I was the number one in a certain Class A.

Today is the day we sign up for the first year of high school. In the morning, we only need to go to the classroom and report to the class teacher, so we don't have to gather as a class. And the school doesn't have any specific requirements for the time to "report to the class teacher", so I'm naturally happy to arrive late. Let others sign up first, and save me the queue.

But my high school classmates seemed to be more disciplined than I thought. At about 10 o'clock in the morning, when I walked slowly to the classroom of the fifth class of high school, the head teacher was the only one waiting for me.

Oops, I miscalculated, it seems that it was too late, and I asked the teacher to wait for me here, which is not good. However, when I was in junior high school, I was used to being the darling of teachers in various subjects, so I was not afraid of such a small situation at all. Hurry forward, bow first, and then speak first:

"Hello teacher, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Sure enough, I was the last to report. But fortunately, the head teacher is a good talker, for the sake of my sincere attitude (or is it a cute grade?). He didn't say anything, telling me to go home after meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, I didn't arrive late as I did in the morning, but I arrived at the classroom early, made a lot of choices, found a seat I liked, and then took the seat at the same table, and began to sit quietly in my seat.

That's right, I came so early in the afternoon for a purpose. Otherwise, with my personality, I guess I'll have to step on it again. My purpose is to pick a favorite position, and by the way, also occupy one for Ye Yunhong.

Ye Yunhong was my tablemate and friend in junior high school for three years. I found out when I saw the placement chart when I signed up in the morning, and I happened to be in the same class with her this semester. In that case, who is my table mate this semester? I'm happy to continue to share a table with her. So I planned to come to the classroom early in the afternoon, take a seat for the two of us, and give her a little surprise when she comes.

In the following time, I looked around from time to time and watched my classmates walk into the classroom one by one...... Not her; Next...... It's not her. Watching the time pass minute by minute, I almost waited through the autumn water...... But she still didn't come. During this period, several people passed by me and asked me if there was anyone at the same table, and I replied one by one that I had taken this place for someone else, and if she didn't come again, I would be embarrassed to occupy this place.

Three o'clock has arrived, and the head teacher is here. Just when I was worried that Ye Yunhong didn't know what had happened, she finally arrived. I relieved myself and waved to her for her to come and sit. Unexpectedly, she didn't notice me because of the embarrassment of being late, and hurriedly pulled a table to sit down in the front row.

I still didn't give up, so I called her over. Although this little episode was a little embarrassing for both of us, we finally became table mates again, which is gratifying.

I thought that the head teacher would not arrange seats for us, but I didn't expect that after only two days, he arranged a seating chart for us according to the admission results. I thought that I would definitely not be able to share the same table with Ye Yunhong again, and I was thinking about how to ask the teacher to change me and Ye Yunhong together, but when I looked up, I found that Ye Yunhong and I were still at the same table on the seating chart!

I was pleasantly surprised and a little puzzled, could it really be such a coincidence? After thinking about it carefully, I understood that this was deliberately arranged for us by the head teacher - on the afternoon of the day of registration, Yunhong was late when the whole class gathered, and of course the head teacher saw that I had reserved a place for Yunhong and asked her to sit next to me, so he arranged us together when arranging the seats - he really had a heart.

I was greatly moved - the top students deserve to be the darlings of the teachers, look at this treatment, it is different. When I was just in junior high school, I was not yet a top student, and I used to envy the preferential treatment that the top students received, but one day I finally experienced this feeling. It's not that the head teacher's favor has brought me any benefits, it's just that this feeling of being noticed and taken care of by others makes me proud and obsessed.

The next few days were smooth sailing. Our homeroom teacher's surname is Wang, he is very kind and easy to talk to, and his classmates call him Lao Wang in private. Although this title is somewhat ridiculous, everyone really likes this teacher. After all, teachers like Lao Wang, who don't come when they have nothing to do and talk well when they have something, have always been particularly popular with students.

As for me, as the number one, I fully experienced Lao Wang's kindness and kindness. In addition, as a top student, even if I study in my seat in a low-key manner most of the time, I still inevitably receive the attention, envy and various praises of my classmates around me, so my small life can be regarded as prosperous. Although there are many people who think that I study all day long and look like the kind of student who lives a boring life, I know that this kind of life of reaping the results I want in my hard work and being envied and praised by the people around me is exactly what I am obsessed with.

In such a calm atmosphere, half a semester passed quickly. After the mid-term exam, there was a parent-teacher meeting, and Mr. Wang wanted me to be the outstanding student representative of the class and say a few words to the parents of the class at the parent-teacher meeting.

Although I usually read almost exclusively the books of the sages, and never paid attention to extracurricular activities such as school performances and speeches, let alone participated in them, such a small speech was not enough to make me frightened. So I simply agreed.

On the day of the parent-teacher conference, I stood alone in the hallway outside the classroom waiting to speak.

Just after a heavy rain, the sky at this moment, dark clouds, gloomy and gloomy, as if it was about to drip water again. I breathe in the crisp breath of the air after the autumn rain and look up at the sky.

This gloomy sky seems to be the silence of the heavens, Rao has not fallen in love with the cloudy sky at this time, and I can't help but be touched, and I feel a deep pool of peace in my heart.

"Lin Haiyuan—"

Suddenly, a soft call from the hallway shattered the silence and caught my attention.

Lin Haiyuan?

I've heard the name. It is said that this person was also in junior high school in this school, and he quickly rose to prominence after he was promoted to high school, and later became a rookie in our school's high school students.

I turned my head and saw him—it was the first time I had seen him. He was talking to a teacher in the hallway.

Tall and thin, he wears a pair of square-rimmed glasses, and has a strong bookish aura - at first glance, he looks a lot like a good high school student. That was his first impression on me.

Looks, not bad, right? But it didn't stand out either. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a high school student, and he can't be conspicuous in all aspects.

I turned my head and immersed myself in my own world, not paying any more attention to him.

Lin Qingxuan has a saying——

"Because of desire, the course of life is neither accidental nor inevitable.

Each step leads to the next, and each turn leads in a different direction.

Many things in life are predictable, but they are also incredible. ”

At this moment, I don't know how many inexplicable intersections I will have with this person in the future.

At this moment, I didn't pay more attention to him, but just faced the quiet and unfathomable cloudy sky, experienced the indescribable emotions in my heart, and sighed unknown.

But I didn't know that a cloudy story began from here.