Teacher Xie had no choice, and the general was not subject to the military order abroad, but she still ordered me, she only gave me one day, and after this day, even if there was a knife in the sky, I had to go back.

I smiled, my legs were on me, and it didn't know which one to listen to.

I'm so bold, it's not because my grandmother gave me New Year's money, there are hundreds of them, she secretly gave it to me, and I didn't let my mother know, otherwise it would have to be confiscated before I could cover it in my hand.

The drizzle makes this quiet town even more mysterious.

I sat in that moldy bed for most of the day and didn't get up because my legs were swollen like elephant legs.

This is also one of the excuses, I really can't think of how I will face Qiao Datou when I go back to the city.

A semester had passed, and he still didn't want to talk to me.

My life-strong self-confidence had taken a blow like never before, and the answer that I knew was a little ambiguous.

I don't know why, and all of a sudden I'm afraid that the answer isn't what I wanted.

I looked out the window at the rain curtain and was shocked.

What do I mean by this thought, is it that deep down in my heart, I have always expected that Qiao Datou really likes me.

So what about me, why are I looking forward to it? Could it be that the two of us are the one who loves and kills each other in the legend?

Love and kill each other, this word fully embodies a contradictory and tangled relationship, two people hurt each other, but they long to be together, and both parties will feel pain and torture when they are together.

The meaning of this word fully reflects that there is a relationship between me and Qiao Zimo, maybe he realized that we would both feel pain and torture together, so he simply ignored each other, and there was not so much torture.

I quickly dismissed that again, believing that it was my strong self-confidence that was at work, and that I would not allow anyone in my life who didn't like me.

But in fact, the truth is that Qiao Zimo didn't mean that to me at all.

It's purely Chen Xiangxiang's emotional idiot who is blindly analyzing.

That day, the more I thought about it, the more headaches I felt, and the more I couldn't figure out the relationship between us.

In the end, he lay on the bed and slept until dark.

On the third day, the sky cleared.

I still didn't want to go back, but Mr. Xie called and urged me, saying that I had let myself go in the farmland in the suburbs like my classmates, and I couldn't go back anyway.

Mr. Xie threatened me on the phone.

She said, "Just do it, be careful to come back to your father's hanger to serve you." ”

I snorted, "That's going to have to wait until I go back." ”

She was only allowed to threaten me, and I was not allowed to threaten her.

I said: "I'm a big girl now, if Bai Jianjun still doesn't understand the style and let the hanger come out again, I will run away from home." ”

My mother was anxious: "You dead sister, you are about to take the college entrance examination, you still tell me this, are you going to be angry with my mother?" ”

Me: "Hmph, take the college entrance examination, whoever likes to take the college entrance examination." ”

Teacher Xie surrendered: "Ancestor, you are my ancestor!" It's the last day, it's definitely the last day, otherwise I'd call the police to find someone. ”

I smiled hesitantly: "Okay, my lord, listen to you, it's the last day." When I go back, I might be able to meet Qiao Zi silently. ”

Teacher Xie didn't know that it was my plan, and immediately replied: "I want to be beautiful, he will go back to Li'an Town early tomorrow morning, you don't know how long it will take to see you." ”

I snorted: "Hmph, he's not mine, what's the difference if you can't see it?" ”

Teacher Xie's tone was a little hateful: "You sister, do you have a long heart, Zimo used to be so good to you, you ......"

I said, "Mr. Xie, don't talk about it, I'm very busy." ”

That day, he solved his breakfast at the breakfast shop on the street, and walked back and forth a few times in a small town, which was really boring, so he got up and went to Qiao Zimo's school to take a look, what kind of learning environment he has been going to school in the past six months.

In the town of Li'an, unlike what I imagined, the school building is a two-story wooden house, which looks like it has been around for some years.

The uncle guarding the school gate was also very deceiving, I said that I was a student inside, and I went in to get the review materials.

He asked me to register, and I registered Qiao Zimo's name.

The uncle looked at the name, then at me, and waved me in.

Different schools have their own strengths, but the bulletin boards of schools are all the same.

Unlike our foreign Chinese school, the environment of this town middle school is too desolate.

The playground was bare, there was no greenery, and the billboard stood alone on the edge of the playground.

I suddenly remembered the days when Qiao Zimo accompanied me to sweep the playground in the first year of high school.

I wondered if the playground of the school outside Chinese was so smooth, wouldn't it be much easier to sweep it away.

It's all the Sycamore's fault.

On the propaganda board, next to a few big characters of the Youth League Committee of the campus, there are several photos.

I saw Qiao Zimo there, I haven't seen him for half a year, and his face has a youthful color that I haven't seen before.

In one of them, in particular, he was flanked by a girl who looked at him in a looking posture with a smile on his lips.

In the depths of my memory, when was the last time Qiao Zimo laughed? I feel like an ancient desolation.

It seems that he is doing well here.

I remember my grandmother saying that gold shines everywhere.

Qiao Zimo has always been a piece of gold, a piece of glittering gold.

I looked dim next to his shining piece of gold.

There are a lot of articles posted on a large propaganda board next to it, and if you look closely, many of them are from Qiao Zimo's hands.

One of them stuck with memorable.

The title is: To the memories that flow in time.

There are a lot of childhood memories in the article, most of which are borrowed from living in our family. For example, when I was a child, the peach blossoms downstairs bloomed particularly brilliantly in spring, and the sugar cakes with special flavors made by Mr. Xie.

More pen and ink are written about the little girl, who has a tomboy personality and especially loves to eat soup dumplings from Tian Xiao's family.

He used movement like a rabbit, quiet as a virgin, and described the girl with an angelic smile.

I'm a little embarrassed, his writing is clearly beautifying me, think about it carefully, I was really a little annoying at that time.

At the end of the article, it is particularly sad to read.

He said that time is gone, and the past can only be recalled. It's like going back to the carefree time of childhood.

I really want to see the appearance of a girl who is smiling very brightly under that peach blossom.