Winter holidays came quietly.

When she picked up her winter vacation homework and stuffed it into her schoolbag, Shen Qiong even thought of the basketball game in early November.

It was a hot day, and she and her friends stood on the playground, watching Zhou Maowen and the tacit cooperation of the other boys in the class, and scored several three-pointers.

The girls in the same class next to her shouted hard to cheer for the class, and Shen Qiong also wanted to shout, but she didn't know why, and finally smiled awkwardly.

She suddenly remembered the sports meeting in October, where Zhou Maowen participated in the men's 4×100 relay race.

She was pulled by the female classmates in the class to cheer for Zhou Maowen who was on the second base, and someone asked at the time, why do you want to go to the second stick and shout cheers, are you very familiar with Zhou Maowen?

Shen Qiong was vague, and only said that she shouted cheers with fate.

The young lady standing next to her shouted loudly Zhou Maowen come on, and there were girls in other classes who came to ask him to cheer. But Shen Qiong's voice immediately became lower as soon as she spoke, and the last few words were probably only heard by herself.

What a girl without courage.

Shen Qiong hugged her schoolbag and rushed into the crowd with her head down.

Sometimes she also wonders, does Zhou Maowen also have such moments? Will you bow your head and shuttle silently through this crowd?

The answer was never known, but she thought she probably never would know.

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Sometimes fate is a wonderful thing.

Shen Qiong's current school has always had a tradition of handing out a community service form during the winter break, and students need to go to two places to participate in community service and have the relevant person in charge stamp and sign. Although everyone complains that the winter vacation is short and there is no time to practice, no one says not to do it, after all, it determines whether the new school year can be successfully registered.

In the last week of the New Year, Shen Qiong saw Zhou Maowen in a heavy cotton jacket in the countryside.

At that moment, the brush in his hand suddenly didn't know how to write.

Her first community service was to go to the countryside with the local calligraphers association to deliver Spring Festival couplets. Write on the spot, and take it to others after writing. There is only one good word left in this Spring Festival couplet to complete, but now her hands are shaking, as if she has just lifted tens of millions of pounds of heavy objects, and it is also like she has suddenly given her a dose of anesthetic.

This kind of situation only appeared when I was learning calligraphy at the beginning, and now I don't know what went wrong.

The noisy voices made her unable to calm down at all.

When I met Zhou Maowen, I was in chaos, and I was in chaos.

"Shen Qiong?" Zhou Maowen's voice sounded above her head, but she didn't even dare to look up, so she only answered in a low voice.

"Your word...... Yes, how to sell? "It's his voice again.

It seems that at that moment, Shen Qiong suddenly had the courage to pick up the pen, and quickly finished writing that good word, without waiting for the ink on the paper to dry, he quickly folded it and stuffed it into his arms.

"I'll send you, no money." The ghost knows what the last word has become, but this is the only way that Shen Qiong can think of now to resolve the embarrassment and allow herself to pick up the pen and write down a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

But from the moment Zhou Maowen stood in front of her, her heartbeat was like a drum, and her back was covered with cold sweat in the weather of minus a few degrees.

Like everyone is like that? Why panic and helpless?

"Thank you then." It was his bright laughter that penetrated into Shen Qiong's ears along with the biting cold wind.

Soon after he left, a few calligraphy enthusiasts who came with him also closed the stalls.

Shen Qiong got on the car back to the county seat, her mind was dizzy, and her chest was stuffy and uncomfortable.

It's like a dream, and it's thought-provoking.

But her heart was beating like a drum, but she was reminded again and again that it was over.