In September 2004, Erya and I appeared on the campus of County No. 1 Middle School.

This time there are no four precepts. I won't ask Erya why Sijie didn't show up, and Erya won't tell me that Sijie will come a week late to report.

Although I no longer have to compete with Sijie for Erya's extracurricular tutor, I still feel a little lost in my heart.

I guess Er Ya is too.

County No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in our county, and many students are admitted to key universities every year. There has always been a saying in the county No. 1 middle school that from the moment you step into the gate of the county No. 1 middle school, one foot of your foot has already stepped into the door of the undergraduate college.

Of course, this does not include those who come in with a choice fee.

In the golden autumn of September, the osmanthus is fragrant.

I felt like Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, and I was full of good feelings about everything in the county No. 1 Middle School. I no longer have to worry about blocking Wang Song's track, because the sports field of the county No. 1 middle school is big enough and there are enough runways.

Although there is no meandering river, there is a large lawn, a library, a sports hall, teenagers riding bicycles, girls with long hair, and benches everywhere on campus, on which seniors are already reading English.

I'm dreaming that I'm going to have a bicycle and let Erya sit in the back seat, and then I'll take her around campus. When we were tired, we sat down under the benches and chatted and laughed together. We can also lie on the lawn and look up at the stars. If Erya wants to exercise, I can also run with her and switch between so many tracks at will.

In short, on the first day of County No. 1 Middle School, the sky was so blue, the air was so sweet, and the people were so beautiful.

Everything is beautiful, enough to cover up all the unhappiness brought about by the loss of the company of the four precepts.

Erya and I had our first lunch together in the cafeteria of County No. 1 Middle School. The canteen of the county No. 1 middle school is really big, there are so many dishes, and the taste is good, and I eat it with a mouth full of oil.

Erya glanced at me with a smile, "Is it necessary to gobble up like this, you have to eat here for three years?" ”

"Three years is enough, let me eat for a lifetime, and I am willing."

My answer revealed the identity of a foodie who had never seen the world. It's just that "three years is enough" is a proverb. Three years later, I didn't get into my ideal university, so I entered the cram school of the third year of high school, so I ate in the cafeteria of the county No. 1 middle school for another year.

In the cafeteria that year, the variety of dishes and the taste itself may not have changed much, but I tasted the same as chewing wax.

The cafeteria is a subtle existence in the memory of each of us. When I was a student, our attitude towards the cafeteria was almost all kinds of dissatisfaction and complaints, and we always felt that the food was outside the school. Born in society, I knew that the school cafeteria was not only a little worse in taste, but the amount of dishes was so sufficient, the price was so cheap, and even the vinegar soup was always free.

Er Ya missed out on the experimental class by one point and entered the ordinary class to study.

As the first place in the experimental middle school, I walked into the experimental class of the county No. 1 middle school with my head held high. I thought I could create another glory in the county No. 1 middle school and climb new heights. Let Er Ya bow down to my excellence.

It's just that the midterm exam of the first year of high school made my heart suddenly become delusional.

In the past, the four precepts could get high scores in class without listening to lectures in the sixth grade of primary school, and it turned out that he had learned them in advance, but in the experimental class of the county No. 1 middle school, I found out that the "four precepts" grabbed a lot of them, not that they had learned them in advance, but that they could really get high scores in the exam without attending classes.

In high school, fight hard, fight more intelligence!

This is a summary of my one-year cognition after the end of my first year of high school. Erya is not much better than me. Although it can still be ranked at the top of the class, it is also unknown in the whole school.

On the day of the final exam of the first year of high school, Erya and I visited the campus of the county No. 1 middle school for the first time.

In the early summer, the campus was already a little hot, and we walked side by side on the track and field.

"High school was too hard." The second girl seemed to be talking to herself, and it was like talking to me.

If it was before, I would definitely pretend to tell her, if you don't understand, brother will teach you. But now, all I can say is, "It's a little hard." ”

"Let's talk about something else, let alone learn that." I offered to switch topics.

"What do you usually do besides studying?" Erya asked me.

Oh, yes! I have the impression that I am working harder than when I was in junior high school, and in addition to studying, it seems that I am still studying, what have I done besides studying?

I had a football field, but I hadn't played football.

There's a basketball court, and I've only ever filmed basketball in PE class.

There was a bench on campus, but I never dared to sit there and read in the morning, because I was afraid that my English pronunciation would scare the flowers and plants next to me.

"I read a lot of books, and I have read almost all the literary classics that are required for primary and secondary school students." I replied.

Reading novels is almost something I did in my freshman year of high school "in addition to studying"!

"I also read novels, but they are not literary masterpieces, they are all romance novels, which my classmates rent from bookstall outside the school." Erya said. "You can find some of those literary masterpieces and read them to me."

"Okay."

……

There was silence for a while. We've come a long way, we've been walking for a long time.

"It's too late, the dormitory is closing, let's go back." Erya proposed.

"Okay."

Together, we walked towards the student dormitory.

When I was about to reach the door of the girls' dormitory, Erya suddenly stopped, turned to me and said, "There is a boy in our class chasing me. ”

"Are the grades good?" I asked.

"Not good, almost countdown." Erya replied.

"Study hard, don't be spoiled by those bad students!" I told her.

At that time, I thought that scores were the hard currency and pass on campus, and the bargaining chips between men and women. Girls with good grades should like boys with good grades, and boys with good grades will only like girls with good grades.

Erya will not fall in love with a boy with poor grades, and a boy with poor grades will only delay her future. The only way to capture Erya's heart is to stand in front of her with a better self.

……

Huahua is not a student with good grades in the traditional sense, she just took a path where few people walked. Yang Hai is a graduate of a key university in the true sense of the word. Huahua and Yang Hai came together, and they were about to get their certificates.

That's why my past ideas about male and female love were so naïve.

……

When the call came in, I was in the office writing a plan for the next issue.

"Where are you?" Erya asked me.

"Office." I replied, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I'll go to the government affairs center immediately, Huahua has an accident." Erya's tone was a little anxious.

"What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing my coat hanging from my chair and heading out.

Dong'an's government affairs center can basically complete all the documents of a person from life to death, so Erya's sentence Huahua had an accident and scared me out of a cold sweat.

Sijie has only been away for fifty days, and I can't afford to have another accident with Huahua.

"Yang Hai has escaped from marriage!" Erya told me.

……