The sun was just right, shining on Li Jing's delicate eyebrows.

"Hmm...... Ahh Li Jing sighed, stretched lazily, and habitually picked up her mobile phone.

Nine o'clock, it's okay......

Li Jing turned her head to look, found the residual warmth around her, raised her eyebrows, got up and walked to the bathroom.

A long, long time ago, there was a ten-year covenant, but a few people who went their separate ways seemed to have forgotten.

Li Jing was dressed in a long black dress, her long hair hung down naturally, with a little laziness and a little carelessness.

Out of Jingli Villa, Li Jing drove to an abandoned compound, her eyes flashed slightly, and she got out of the car and entered the compound.

"Who?" The old voice rang out.

Li Jing raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"I'm Pan Jinhan."

The old man was stunned and suddenly laughed.

"It's Xiao Jing'er!" The old man slowly came to Li Jing.

Li Jing's eyebrows were crooked, and she helped the old man to the rocking chair.

"I still remember when you were in junior high school, you were so big in the blink of an eye." The old man sighed.

"Grandma Zhou was also a big beauty back then, so Uncle Zhou chased after him for three years." Li Jing's eyes were shining.

"Don't make fun of me, it's rare for you to come and see me, Xiao Wuxin and Zi Nan have also come, but I forgot to give them something at that time, and the same is true for you." Grandma Zhou went into the house and took a box and handed it to Li Jing.

Looking at a delicate box in her hand, Li Jing suddenly felt very heavy.

Grandma Zhou looked at Li Jing and smiled kindly.

"Jing'er, go back and open it for yourself."

"Yes, Grandma." Li Jing smiled calmly.

After waving goodbye, Li Jing returned to Jingli Villa, in her room, looking at the brown-red box, without saying a word.

"Madame, I've cut some fruit, you can taste it." Aunt Liu's gentle voice sounded at the door.

"Aunt Liu, come in."

Aunt Liu looked at Li Jing's contemplative appearance with the fruit, smiled silently, and put the fruit aside.

"Madam, if you don't go through it, how do you know the result." The words fell, and Aunt Liu turned to leave.

Li Jing's eyes flashed, but she was laughing at herself in her heart, when did she become so timid.

Really...... Humiliating image......

Li Jing opened the box without hesitation, and it contained a photo and a thick book.

Li Jing picked up the photo, it was a group photo, a group photo without anyone being absent.

This book seems to have gone through a long time, and it exudes the atmosphere of the age.

Li Jing sat on the bed, holding the book, and turned the first page, with a few words written in the title.

A time of youthful goodness

She flipped through the pages, a memoir of their junior high school life, with things she knew or didn't know.

Holy Sakura

"The next class is Lao Song's class, will you memorize it?" Looking at Jiang Lin's indifferent appearance, Lu Siyuan said with admiration.

Jiang Lin glanced at him lightly and continued to write his English homework.

Seeing this, Lu Siyuan pursed his lips and opened the history book to struggle.

"The Renaissance was a bourgeois movement for the emancipation of the mind!"

"The Renaissance promoted the prosperity of the field of European culture and thought, and laid the ideological and cultural foundation for the development of capitalist society in medieval Europe!"

"At the heart of the Renaissance is humanism!"

The students recited aloud, excited and nervous.

I saw Lao Song pushing the door in awe-inspiring manner.

The voices of the students have been raised to a louder level.

The corners of Lao Song's mouth were slightly raised, and he clapped his hands seriously, looking at the classmates who were sitting in danger, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

The character can't collapse!

Calm and serious!

"Chu Yidong!"

Chu Yidong stood up calmly, ignoring Teacher Song, looking to the other side, looking confident, ignoring his trembling hands, of course.

"Give us an answer to your question about the Renaissance." After the words fell, Teacher Song looked at Chu Yidong, crossed his arms on the podium, and walked around.

Chu Yidong almost didn't think about it, and suddenly turned his back like a laser gun.

The classmates below couldn't help but give a thumbs up, promising, big brother.

"Excellent! You may be seated!" Old Song nodded with satisfaction.

At this critical moment, everyone was thinking about whether it was the back or the same table, and the nervous sweat fell down, and cold sweat broke out in the palms of their hands.

"Yin Siyue!"

Lao Song's non-routine cards made everyone's hearts tremble.

Yin Siyue got up helplessly, looked at Lao Song with confidence, and waited for the ultimatum.

"Give us a look at the works and characteristics of the representative figures of the early and late periods." Old Song's words rang out.

Some people gloat, some people twitched the corners of their mouths, and Yin Siyue was ready for Ling Chi.

"The characters in the early stage, that one is Leonardo da Vinci and that Dante, uh, uh."

"The latter is that, the Shakespeare."

"Representative works, forehead, forehead" Yin Siyue's voice became more and more trembling, and she suddenly glanced at the book and continued to memorize.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, some people's faces were red with laughter, and some people's bodies trembled.