On this day, the playground was extremely lively, but extremely orderly.

First up was the girls' 800-meter high school entrance examination, and a man with a baseball cap sat at short intervals on the edge of the playground track.

After Wen Er and the girls in the same class lined up to enter, the iron gate of the outermost ring of the playground was closed, and no one who was not involved in the test was allowed to enter.

"We're the first in line, and I'm so nervous!" Some girls have already had physiological reactions, cold hands and feet, and dull pain in the stomach.

"What to do? Before I even started running, my feet were already weak, so I'm afraid I won't be able to run! ”

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone is nervous, Lao Zhangtou said, do some preparation before running." As she spoke, some of the girls began to move their heads, shake their hands, and jump their feet like demons, and then take a few deep breaths to relax and cheer themselves up.

"Hey, Err, what are these people doing?" Da Qianqian just shook her hand to Wen Er's side at this time, and pointed to those people at the edge of the runway and asked.

"They should be the ones who Lao Zhangtou said to catch those who violate the requirements."

"Oh, yes, yes! So what to do? Didn't Lao Zhangtou tell us to run as far as we could on the innermost runway if we could? If you can take a straight road at the turn, it will save a lot of effort. ”

Wen Er found that Da Qianqian could always remember the bad idea that Lao Zhang Tou had when he was joking at such a critical moment.

"I don't think it's going to work, don't you see, there are a lot of local administrators who turn around, which means that they are already very experienced, just to stop us from playing smart."

received a basin of "cold water" splashed by Wen'er, and Da Qianqian could only cheer herself up:

"Come on! We can! ”

"Yes, we just need to run hard and play at our usual level. It will definitely work! Wen Er also responded enthusiastically.

"Ready—"

"Ready—"

"Run!"

The moment the command gun fired, Wen Er felt that his body rushed out one step ahead of his thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, he was already halfway through the 400-meter runway.

Suddenly, Wen Er heard another familiar voice in addition to his own breathing.

"Wen'er—"

"Come on!"

"Wen'er—"

"I like you!"

"Wen'er—"

"You're the best!"

Wen Er turned his head to the right and noticed the boys in his class standing in the small open-air basketball court on the high ground outside the playground. They were all lying on the dark green barbed wire, their eyes fixed on the playground, and their mouths were shouting loudly.

Wen Er could hear that his name was called by the loudest and most powerful sports committee member in the class, and those warm words full of cheering and encouragement were jointly contributed by all the boys in the class.

When every girl in the class passes by this position, they receive a "confession" from the boys. Even if Wen Er ran a distance, he could still clearly hear the sports committee member shouting the name of "Ding Ling" loudly, and the boys still said "come on" and "you are the best" in unison, nothing more than saying "I like you", followed by a string of extremely hearty laughter, floating in this bright sunny day.

When Wen'er ran to a circle and a half, she was "preferential" by the boys' voices, and she suddenly felt that the world she lived in was really cute, because someone gave the best support when you worked hard and struggled.

So, she used her last strength to throw herself past the finish line and get a perfect score. At this point, the pressure of the high school entrance examination only comes from the cultural exam.

Time flies, and the hour hand is set to the last month before the high school entrance examination. The whole class was immersed in the reluctant atmosphere of being separated, and some people took off his long-sleeved school uniform that he had worn for three years and passed it on to the class, leaving familiar and friendly names; Some people buy a sad and beautiful guest book from the jewelry store outside, and when they arrive at class, they hold it to find someone they know and write down a beautiful youth blessing.

Classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, ...... Everywhere there is a blue shadow of the school uniform flying in that corner.

"Wen'er, can you help me write a message?"

A girl who had barely crossed paths with Wener in the class for three years suddenly walked to Wener's desk with a classmate directory.

Wen Er was stunned at first, then showed a bright smile and said, "Okay! She picked up the pen and wrote with the same heart as she practiced calligraphy on weekdays:

May you walk out of a brilliant life in the days to come.

Best wishes!

- Wener

Later, intermittently, Wen Er wrote some good wishes to the other girls in the class, many of which were from his own excerpts.

In fact, in the three years of junior high school, Wen'er, like many girls in the class, loved to copy all kinds of beautiful and sentimental sentences in the book in his free time for evening self-study, some from classic classics, and some from some youth pain novels, which always seemed to touch the sensitive and fragile minds of young girls.

"Erl! Write your name on this uniform. ”

Ren squeaked and sat down in Zhang Yijie's place, stacking a white school uniform on Wen'er's desk.

Wen'er raised his head and asked:

"Yours?"

"Hey, you don't care whose it is, just write it. That's right, draw a few more expressions. ”

"What color pen do you want to use?" Wen Er took out her box of three-year-old watercolor pens from the drawer, which she didn't usually use much in art class, but kept them well.

"Whatever you want. Oh, you'd better use the red, eye-catching, and visible at a glance. ”

Wen Er picked up the pen, flipped through the school uniform in front of him, looking for a suitable place, and teased:

"Ren squeak, yes, the first to come to me to write, it's interesting enough!"

"Hehe~" seemed to be embarrassed, Ren squeaked his head and laughed dryly.

"Is it okay to write here?" Wen Er asked, pointing to the large snow-white space on the back of the school uniform.

Ren Squeaky was not satisfied, turned the school uniform to the front, nodded the position of his chest, and said with a hippie smile:

"Write here, conspicuous!"

"After serving you, write a name and designate a place for others." Although Wen Er complained on his lips, he was very simple in action, and signed his artistic name with a few strokes, paused slightly, and drew a cute smile next to his surname, and finally painted a solid little heart in the lower right corner.

When he was done, he picked up the place he signed in his hand and pointed it in front of Ren Squeak's eyes, reading:

"It's always okay now~ If you are not satisfied, you can come to the door for after-sales service!"

The boy smiled with a smile on his face, made a respectful gesture, and took it with both hands:

"Well, thank you so much!"

A few days later, Ren Squeaky came to Wen'er again with a school uniform, and this time he had already written several names.

"Hey, what's going on, Ren Squeak?" Wen Er looked at the boy's operation and couldn't figure it out.

"That's what you mean by writing again, hehe~" The boy had a flattering expression.

"Whose is this? Yours? ”

"Yes, yes."

"What about the last one? Whose? ”

"This-it doesn't matter if you don't know, you wrote it to a lot of people anyway~"

"You don't change the subject, if you don't answer, I won't sign, that's all." Saying that, the girl still buried herself in the question and no longer paid attention to the person in front of her.

"Er'er, don't write it to him, the one he took last time was Sheng Ruochen's, and this time it's his own." The leaves jumped to the girl's side.

"So that's the case~ Ren Squeak, I found that you and Sheng Ruochen are really good buddies, and you will do everything for him." Wen Er stopped his pen and stared at the boy with a serious face.

"I'll just say, Ren Squeak may really like Sheng Ruochen, you see, how good it is to others!" The leaves returned to a state of intimidation, and his words were not shocking and endless.

When the boy heard this, he almost jumped to his feet, pointed to the leaf and defended emotionally:

"Dead leaves, don't talk nonsense! Sheng Ruochen and I are buddies, don't discredit our pure revolutionary friendship! Also, what about the reconciliation that was promised? Yes! Why doesn't talking count again, can't you get along until you graduate? ”

"Who told you to cheat on our family."

"You don't want to use Wen'er as a shield, now what about you?"

Seeing that the situation was about to become out of control again, Wen Er hurriedly came out to be a "peacemaker":

"Truce, well! Whoever it is, I'll write it, it's a name anyway! ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and hugged the girl who was so angry that he was about to smoke, and comforted: "Don't worry about him, it's not worth it, what a nasty person, right~" Then, inadvertently, he gave the boy next to him a few looks.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Yezi, it's my fault that all the mistakes are my fault, and you have a lot of spare people." The boy imitated the costume drama in style against the two girls.

"Poof~" The girl who was still angry was amused all of a sudden, and let out a crisp and bright laugh randomly.