After the entrance examination and orientation party, the life of the school is slowly on the right track.

At the flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning, Zhuang Zhou, as a representative of the school leaders, once again praised Zhang Fan for winning the first place in the entrance examination, and also announced the list of finalists for the semi-finals of the National Middle School Student Essay Competition.

A total of four people in the school entered the semi-finals, and the ninth class of junior high school occupied two people, namely Zhang Fan and Zhang Mengmeng.

When Zhuang Zhou announced the news on the rostrum, Song Chunmei, as the head teacher of the ninth class of junior high school, smiled from ear to ear, this is too long, and her class occupies half of the places.

The remaining two are a boy named Guo Kang in the second year of junior high school, but the last person is something Zhang Fan couldn't have imagined, it would be Wang Shihan's little witch.

Thinking of Wang Shihan's appearance, Zhang Fan couldn't help but shudder.

"Hey, what did you write about your essay?" Back in the classroom, Zhang Mengmeng immediately found Zhang Fan and asked.

She clearly remembered Zhang Fan's writing speed at that time, he almost finished it in less than twenty minutes, could this kind of quick article also enter the semi-finals? Or did the school give him this place because he had a good overall grade?

"Uh, essay?" There have been so many things that have happened recently, and Zhang Fan forgot the content of the essay he wrote in that class for a while, "I seem to have forgotten a little." ”

"Hmph, I don't want to say it." Zhang Mengmeng wrinkled her nose, and added a little disdain to her cute expression.

Zhang Fan was a little helpless: "I really forgot." ”

Just as the two were chatting, the head teacher Song Chunmei walked into the classroom with a stack of newspapers in her hand.

The noisy classroom instantly became silent, and Song Chunmei did not have a black face uncharacteristically, but said with a smile: "Everyone also knows, the results of the essay competition are out, Zhang Mengmeng and Zhang Fan will go to the city to participate in the semi-finals on behalf of our school." ”

As soon as the words fell, the classroom burst into warm applause.

"This Friday with the school bus to race on Saturday, you two prepare well." Song Chunmei continued.

"Okay, teacher."

"Yes."

"This newspaper is the school's school magazine, which publishes the articles of the four students who entered the semi-finals this time, so you can study hard." Song Chunmei handed the newspaper in her hand to the squad leader Zhang Mengmeng.

Zhang Mengmeng took the newspaper and looked at Zhang Fan with some smugness, as if to say: "What's the matter, I finally saw it." ”

“……”

The newspaper and periodical had a copy in his hand, and Zhang Fan turned to the essay column when he got it, and the big words "Chinese-style education" came into view.

"Yes, I wrote about Huaxia education." Zhang Fan was worried that he would be criticized by the teacher at the time, but he didn't expect to enter the semi-finals in the end.

Zhang Mengmeng also finished reading this "Chinese-style education", she frowned, and glanced at Zhang Fan after reading it.

"Zhang Fan, I think you're right, test scores don't mean everything, but...... I feel weird. Zhang Mengmeng paused and said, "You are obviously the same age as me, why have I never thought about these problems?" And you're the one with the best grades, how can you think about this kind of problem? ……”

"Huh? What about Zhang Fanren? ”

In view of Zhang Mengmeng's too many problems, Zhang Fan became a deserter for the first time.

He walked out into the hallway of the classroom, leaning his hands on the railing and looking at the sky, full of thoughts.

The white clouds in the blue sky ripple with the summer breeze, and the clouds slowly gather and disperse.

"Is the wind moving or the clouds moving? Or is my heart moving? Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask himself.

It has been a while since he was reborn, he has done a lot of things, he wants to make up for the emotional gap, and takes the initiative to contact Li Muyu. He wanted to change his family's predicament and write medical papers.

But many things are so ridiculous, in his previous life, he was obsessed with a girl for more than 20 years, but he let go at that moment; He struggled to sell a paper, only to sell a song that wasn't in his plans.

Is the love not deep enough? Or is that paper not well written enough?

It turns out to make up for the regrets of the previous life, and there will always be more regrets in this life.

"It's your heart that's moving."

When a weak female voice came, Zhang Fan's body was stunned, and his hands holding on the railing suddenly tightened, and he knew who the owner of the voice was without looking back.

She didn't continue to speak, and stepped forward to stand side by side with Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan didn't mean to turn his head to look at her.

Long.

She said: "I don't quite understand what you mean, but I feel that it is your reason, that your heart is moving. ”

Zhang Fan was silent, and when he faced her again, he seemed to see himself, the submissive self in his previous life, the inferior and cowardly self, and the self who was immersed in struggle.

The way he looked at her was still living in his previous life; And her eyes on him turned to cowardice and uneasiness.

"Did you come to me for something?"

"I ...... It's all right......"

"Then I'm in the classroom." Zhang Fan said and turned around and prepared to walk back to the classroom.

Zhang Fan...... I ......"

Zhang Fan paused.

"I, I want to hear you sing "Little Lucky" again, is that okay?" The female voice raised her head, her eyes sparkling.

"Why?" Zhang Fan asked.

"It's the first and last gift you've given me, okay?"

In my previous life, you taught me this song.

In this life, I should have sung it to you.

"Okay."

In the red-roofed and white-brick teaching building, in the classroom corridor where people come and go, two figures stand side by side by the railing, singing softly and melodiously.

The white clouds in the sky fluttered with the wind, Zhang Fan's heart moved with the wind, he thought of all the things in his previous life, thought of the moment when the sharp knife stabbed into his chest, and thought of the afternoon when she smiled like a flower in her previous life.

"Why let the obsessions of past lives haunt this life? It was a happy thing to be alive. ”

The two dispersed, just like the two had never had a beginning in their previous lives, but Zhang Fan will remember that in his memory, there will always be such a girl, who was his spring, autumn, winter and summer, his ups and downs, and his joy and unbearable past.

The singing gradually came to an end.

"Zhang Fan, thank you for the gift." Li Muyu smiled lightly, but there seemed to be a tear in the corner of her eye.

"Thank you too, Li Muyu." Zhang Fan turned his head to look at the beautiful girl beside him.

……

It only takes a moment to fall in love with someone, but it can take a lifetime to forget someone. For Zhang Fan, what is needed is a rebirth.