In the evening, Rong Wanqi returned to the room where he lived, and Rong Wanqi threw himself on his small bed and rolled. She loved her room and the girly style.

There are paintings on the wall that I have scribbled, there are books I like to read on the desk, the boxes on the dresser are full of hairpins and rubber bands from childhood to adulthood, and the wardrobe is full of my favorite student clothes.

Her bear dolls, and Barbie, the paper cranes she folded herself, and the stacks of tall comic books.

There is also a picture frame on the desk, which contains a photo taken on her thirteenth birthday. Every year on her birthday, she takes a picture and puts it in a frame on her desk, replacing last year's photo. Come and tell her that she is a year older.

She hugged her knees on the bed and looked around the room like an old friend. It turns out that she is so old, and she is already an adolescent girl.

The door to the room was gently opened. Her mother, standing in the doorway staring at her, stared at her without blinking.

She looked down at herself, wearing pink and white pajamas, and huddled on the bed with her hands on her knees.

"Mom." She smiled at Rong's mother.

Rong's mother seemed to move and closed the door with her backhand. Step by step, he walked towards Rong Wanqi.

"Late seven, have something on your mind?" Mother Rong hugged her and asked softly.

Rongmu's voice was gentle like a breeze, blowing into her heart. She frowned slightly.

"I don't know", Rong Wanqi didn't dare to talk to her mother about what happened in the past few days.

"Puberty has arrived". Rong's mother looked at Rong Wanqi with a smile.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Rong's mother.

"Go to bed early". Rong's mother didn't see her, and she didn't respond to her words. touched Rong Wanqi's hair.

"Good night, Mom". Rong Wanqi said.

"Good night". Mother Rong responded.

Something, it seems that something is wrong. Rong Wanqi looked at the ceiling.

Thinking about it, her mind drifted away and she fell asleep.

At seven o'clock the next day, the morning sun shines through the windows, and the dappled light and shadow hit the smooth floor tiles.

Rong Wanqi's angelic sleeping face loosened slightly, and Rong Wanqi's confused eyes opened slightly. She buried her head in her pillow.

"Senior". The weekend is over, and we should see each other again at school.

"Why did you suddenly leave without saying a word that day?" Rong Wanqi remembered what happened on Saturday morning, and her face suddenly sank.

Rong Wanqi got up with an unhappy face, washed up, and ran out of the door diagonally across her schoolbag.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I came to the lobby on the first floor. Qiao Muqi stood in the hall and smiled at her.

"Let's go, let's go to school together". Qiao Muqi dragged her forward.

Rong Wanqi didn't come back to her senses for a while, "The senior actually held her hand."

"It's so unreal", Rong Wanqi looked at her hand dumbfounded.

Qiao Muqi pulled her little hand vigorously.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Muqi was puzzled, what happened to this little thing today?

"Hmm". Rong Wanqi nodded to herself.

The fog before the seventh night was "swept away".

The two ran hand in hand, the girl's face showed a happy smile, the boy looked back from time to time panting slightly, his face was slightly flushed, and Rong Wanqi at this time was extremely charming.

Approaching the school, the two released each other's hands at the same time.

"Goodbye, I'm back in junior high school." Rong Wanqi waved goodbye.

"Goodbye". Qiao Muqi replied in a low voice.

Rong Wanqi jumped back to class. For the next day, Rong Wanqi kept a shallow smile on her lips.