Qiao Yiyi did not come to class today, in Lin Anyu's impression, Qiao Yiyi is a good student who never misses class or skips class. And today, for the first time, there was no one next to her.

"Qiao Yiyi didn't come, she will also ask for leave." The representative of the Chinese class who came to collect the homework muttered a word and left.

Lin Anyu recalled the scene of that day in his mind, but in fact, it was too late for Lin Anyu to go to Liangshui Park after that incident.

Xia Ying Qingzi sat on the stone bench and sighed, "Why are you late, I was going to take you to see this." She pulled out two tickets to the gallery from her pocket.

"I'm sorry, I encountered something on the way." A glimmer of light slipped through Lin Anyu's eyes, and she thought that even if she wasn't late, she wouldn't go.

Because old age and death do not get along with each other, and it takes the same strength and determination to love you.

In fact, Xia Ying Qingzi clearly captured the glimmer of light in Lin Anyu's eyes, but it was extinguished in less than an instant, she didn't say anything, just shook her head regretfully, "I missed it this time, do you know?" The museum is not open often, but it is full of private paintings, and next time there are still a few months, I will buy tickets in advance. ”

Swimming out of the stunned memories, Lin Anyu forced himself to stop imagining. She thought she should study hard now to make her mother happy. When her father was still there, she painted very carefully, Lin Yiyong once told her that when he was in high school, his dream was to sit in front of the Eiffel Tower in France and sell paintings, and he thought that there would be a lot of people who would come to buy paintings, and later, until he met her mother. And now, her father's departure seems to have taken away her beliefs and dreams, and she has to protect her mother, even if Cheng Huajuan doesn't like her so much.

The exam paper full of red crosses was the exam paper of the last monthly exam, and Lin Anyu spread it flat on the table and drew on it with a red pen. "Ahh Lin Anyu, who was writing, suddenly sneezed, and now someone has begun to wear cotton clothes, and she is still wearing her sweater that is not too thick, and the school uniform gown outside is tightly wrapped, but the cold wind is still pouring in.

Something was wrong last night, my throat and eyes were so uncomfortable that I felt like I was sitting there when I ate something. It's hard to even make a sound this morning, and every time I speak, I have to cough a few times before I can make a sound.

Thinking that the school would hold a New Year's Day party in about a month, the program of their class was poetry recitation, although it was not so rushed, Qin Mu still asked them to take out one class a day to practice. After class, Lin Anyu went to the place where he fetched water and picked up a glass of water, holding the water cup in both hands in exchange for a little warmth, and just ran into Ji Shuchen who had just come out when he passed by the door of Class 7.

Lin Anyu coughed hard a few times before he could speak, "Ji Shuchen, do you have any anti-inflammatory medicine?" ”

"I have cephalosporin, do you want it?"

"No, I'm allergic to cephalosporin, and when I was a child, I didn't know that I almost died of a cephalosporin injection."

"You have a cold, your voice is so hoarse, I'll bring you cold medicine in the afternoon."

"Thanks, then I'll go back to class first." Lin Anyu's head was also dizzy, and tears would flash out when he saw the light, but fortunately, it was almost winter now, and the sunlight was not so strong.

As soon as Lin Anyu entered the door, she saw Zhang Ning looking at her from the side, Zhang Ning glanced at her, and then returned to her position. She put the boiled water on the table and went to the toilet.

As soon as she came back, she felt that someone was staring at her, which was a cold feeling behind her, but when she turned around, she couldn't see anyone. The next class is a math class, and the math teacher is a notoriously strict teacher at Anhe High School, so no one dares to make small moves in his class.

Lin Anyu prepared the math book in advance, to be honest, she didn't like math, she really didn't like it, it all came from when she was in elementary school.

The math teacher in elementary school was very fond of beating people, and she didn't feel how good that teacher taught, she just liked to let people copy test papers.

She didn't know whether the Education Bureau would give the teacher or not, but then she thought about it, it was really not her own children who didn't feel distressed, they were so small when they were in elementary school, and they weren't too tall to stand up, how could you say those people could do it.

She clearly remembers that once the math teacher assigned homework and wrote the homework in the upper right corner, she was in a hurry to leave school and didn't see it, and then when the teacher came in the afternoon, when the teacher checked the homework, she found that she didn't write, and she slapped her face before she could explain the "snap", which hurt hotly.

Later, in an exam, she had the habit of writing questions from back to front, and the teacher opened her test paper and thought that she couldn't write in front of her, and the "snap" was another slap.

Just these two times, she was labeled as a bad student.

Lin Anyu didn't think that she was very bad at math at that time, although she made all the previous problems in the end, the teacher just turned a blind eye and said that she was not used to it.

But the real self-depravity came in the first semester of sixth grade, and she forgot why, the math teacher had a few of them crawl on the floor, around the aisle between the desks, and she still vividly remembers the shrill ghast-like laughter of the people sitting in their seats.

Since then, Lin Anyu has completely given up, especially mathematics, whether it is in junior high school or high school, there have been many mathematics teachers, but Lin Anyu still has malice in his heart.

Therefore, Lin Anyu can now write math problems quietly, and only she knows how much time and energy she has spent to convince herself.

Who do you want to prove it to? Suddenly working so hard, Lin Anyu herself didn't know whether she wanted to see the light outside the newly opened window, or to prove her strength and determination to her mother again, or to challenge the boy who would always run ahead of her again.

When she was a child, Lin Anyu also knew very well in her heart that if someone hadn't deliberately forgotten the decimal point, the first place would not have been her.

But many years have passed, and it seems that there is no hope of running with him anymore.