Because even the people and things have to be moved to the Yu family, she has to put them away slowly as well, so as not to miss them when she gets them.

Opening the small mezzanine of the wardrobe, Wen Niannian thought about it from this kind of place that has not been used recently, and when he opened it, boxes and boxes of neat photo albums and collection boxes fell into view.

All of a sudden, those notebooks that showed memories kicked Wen Niannian out of her head what she was going to do.

Wen Nian picked up one of the photo albums nostalgically, sat down in the small chair behind her, and flipped through it.

This is a photo album of various performances and competitions she has participated in since she was a child, and she has not been left behind by Gu Yan and Wen Weisheng in every competition.

Time turned page by page at Wen Niannian's fingertips, and finally she paused the pace of time on the fifth page.

It was a group photo of all the members of the music pavilion competition, she remembered that there was a crying little boy at that time, although he was a little timid, but he played the piano really well at that time, as for his name, Wen Niannian never paid attention to it, after all, he was still too young at the time.

Her well-nursed fingers paused on the little boy in the corner of the group photo, she remembered that it was the little boy who was bullied by other children and locked in the closet crying or coaxed him with candy to settle down.

When I looked at the little boy's face again, Wen Niannian's eyebrows seemed to be burned.

What's going on? Why does this little boy feel a bit like Yu Moqin?

As soon as this idea popped up, Wen Niannian instantly closed the photo album in his hand, it's terrible, it's terrible, it's terrible, shouldn't he be a demon? There is the shadow of Yu Moqin everywhere!

Although he is handsome, he is bad! Wen Niannian, you must hold it!

Without thinking anything more about the little boy, Wen Niannian put the album into the suitcase at random.

After a brief tidying up, she sat down at the table where she had accompanied her through countless big exams and minor exams and her mother's supper, took out a sheet music from the drawer and began to choose the songs to be used in this midterm show.

One by one, the pieces were flipped through the pages in her hand and played solo in her mind, and finally Wen Niannian chose a song "Hope" as the performance track, and she also picked one more song to spare in case of accidents.

Before class the next day.

Because the weather is quietly getting cooler, Wen Niannian has put on an extra wide denim thin jacket today, so that her thin body looks like she is wrapped in clothes.

Approaching class time, she was taking out all the things she was going to use in class, laptops, pencil cases, and class notes......

What about class notes?

Wen Niannian rummaged through the small fresh canvas bag, but after looking for a long time, he didn't see any trace of the class notes.

After hard brainstorming, she finally remembered that she had left her notebook on the counselor's desk when she went to the counselor yesterday, and she pressed the phone screen to see that it should be too late to run over three minutes before class.

Without allowing himself to hesitate, Wen Niannian almost quickly walked towards the back door of the class.

Her pace kept picking up, and just as she was about to start, she accidentally hit her shoulder against an oncoming classmate.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too anxious to pay attention." Wen Niannian hurriedly bowed and apologized, she was also very anxious, and the boy who was coming in front of her was also in a hurry to run to the class because the class time was about to arrive.

As soon as I heard Wen Niannian apologize like this, the boy who was also running didn't feel that he was wrong at all, "What's the matter with you?" Do you walk without looking at the road? ”