Winter seems to be as slow as ever, and the white gas in the palm of your hand will take a long time to dissipate. The line in front of the hot water room will never decrease, and it will be a long time before they take a few slow steps forward, and then they will have a pale and dull face. The white doves that often fly by the roof of the school building are also rare, so there are fewer unlucky guys who point to the sky and curse.

After recess, everyone blocked the staircase and walked down the crowded staircase to the classroom. Of course, it's not all about sleeping on your stomach when you go back to the classroom, and there are always a few guys with excess energy who can sing loudly with a broom.

Jiang Che looked out the window and slowly leaned his head up, and there was a large row of men and women standing in the corridor. It was neater than the recess team, and the laughter and laughter seemed to satirize the students who only knew how to sleep on the desk. The teaching director waved his arms and commanded loudly, but he couldn't compare to the consciousness of this moment, even if he was wearing a thick down jacket and fur gloves in winter, he could still make people show a girl who was only half exposed, and he was destined to be beautiful.

In the farther line of sight, Luo Yuqing was walking downstairs with a red plastic bucket, and after walking three or two steps away, he was picked up by a tall boy in the same class. At the top of the staircase, there are two hands, and the red bucket in the middle looks like a big Chinese knot.

When he was about to arrive at the door of the classroom, Luo Yuqing motioned for himself to come in, but the boy did not let go, but held the wire in the middle of the bucket with his hand, and the two hands overlapped together. Luo Yuqing kicked the boy in the calf, and Jiang Che couldn't tell from his facial expression whether he was angry or not.

It's easy to hold a hand you've never held before! As long as you're thick-skinned enough and shameless enough.

Jiang Che knew the boy, but he just watched quietly like this, in such a glass window. It seems that boys at this time always like to behave in front of girls, and the boys with top academic performance in the class always show a sense of urgency that I still have a lot of questions to do and no time when male classmates ask questions. And when the girls went, they couldn't wait to get rid of their tablemates, and a question was still not over until the class, and the next break continued.

Courteous gentlemanly demeanor, warm character. All of them disguise themselves in a mask of hypocrisy and slowly approach their goals.

In fact, there is no difference, everyone in this world has a love for beauty, why don't you surround these wolves around beautiful things?

It's not that he doesn't care, but he has no reason to care.

"Hey, what are you looking at? So focused. ”

Chen Pan looked at Jiang Che, who was out of place with his surroundings, and inexplicably remembered him who was in a daze before. Although he has more contact, he finds that he is not so difficult to talk, but he just likes to be in a daze. And now, she just went to the bathroom, how could she suddenly be so depressed.

"Daze."

"Not enough, you're waiting for next spring?"

Jiang Che's face darkened, this was ambiguous enough.

"It's not going to be enough, maybe for the rest of my life." Jiang Che adjusted his posture, his tone was lazy, and he continued to look into the distance. Those who are late will always come, and those who will go will always go. Everyone can say righteously and awe-inspiringly, it doesn't matter, there will be better ones. But in the future, I miss those who have been lost.

But love is always the opposite. You can give yourself an ultimatum and tell yourself to stop caring and to stop running away without self-esteem. However, he often forgets himself when he sees her in the next moment.

"You're sick." Chen Pan looked at him angrily, and the sunlight shone on him and looked open. He's been flying around lately, and he's already overtaken her.

"Well, it's a disease, and it has to be cured." Jiang Che grabbed his hair irritably, he hated winter the most. Chen Pan looked at him, wondering if he would behave childishly in front of him.

She looked at the tooth marks on his arm that were fading indistinctly. I felt that a long time had passed. She watched as the memories she cherished were slowly drained by the solution of time. How many years from now, will there be such dialogue?

Don't save one out of ten!

……

The next session was math class, and it had been a week since that day's exam. The grades in all subjects slowly came down, and mathematics was the last subject that did not produce results. Many people have nothing to look forward to, because the list of the top 40 students in the grade has been announced on the big red list on the bulletin board, and the students who have achieved good results this time have also been praised on Monday.

Those with poor grades don't want to know the score, because there are always some people who learn math badly.

"I won't read the results this time, and I believe that through this exam, you also have a position and know which level you are at. The final exams are less than a month away, and I hope you can come home with a good score. ”

As soon as it was said that there was no need to read the results, many people were cheering. In fact, many times, the idea that teachers are cute comes up at times like this. Not because of how good it is for you, but because of a dose of heart booster in your heart.

"But it's important to stress that you're going to have a lot of exams coming next semester. In preparation for the final sprint of the third year of high school. ”

"Teacher, we are still half a year away from our second year of high school." A student corrected.

"I'm talking about sprinting for the senior year of high school, not that you're a senior in high school. In addition, this question should be reminded by your homeroom teacher, so I won't say more. "The math teacher is a college student in his twenties, who has only been out of school for a short time, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and speaking very quickly. He put the paper on the lectern, picked up the top one, and continued: "But I found that there are really a lot of talents in your class, a few days ago I heard your English teacher say that someone was absent from the exam, and now someone actually mentioned a poem on the math test paper, I shared it with your Chinese teacher, it's not bad, it's very interesting."

"We didn't have this level at that time, but that's what the university community needs, and someone will appreciate it."

"Who, love poetry? Teacher Niannian! The students' emotions were mobilized, and they watched with their eyes open, love letters attracted much attention at this age, and there were really not many people who were praised by teachers for writing love letters. A lot of people can't write anything decent, so when someone in the class finds out who writes well, someone will secretly ask for help.

Jiang Che turned his head and didn't look at the podium, everything that happened in the classroom didn't seem to have anything to do with him. The sunlight outside the window did not seem to shine through the thin glass, and there was not the slightest warmth. Only the evergreens next to the school's soccer field were still standing tall and standing still in the cold wind.

He squinted his eyes, feeling bored.

Jiang Che didn't know that when everyone's attention was focused on the podium, under such a focus, there were still people watching him silently. After noticing the window, he quickly turned his head and stared very seriously ahead with his eyes open.

Seventeen years old.

I know I like you, but you can't take me. I'll wait for the next intersection, the next intersection, you'll have a cold face, I'll be smiling a lot.

Not far away, Luo Yuqing, who came out to go to the toilet, seemed to have stopped because of the sudden noise, and after a long time, he turned to the staircase on the other side.

The way you look down in the sunlight is as silent as a painting. Just like you who bowed your head outside the window to write the test papers, the difference is that now you are in the window and I am outside the window. What hasn't changed is that I'm looking at you, and this kind of picture will float heavily in my eyes for many years and years, and it is a forbidden area that I dare not touch.

The test paper was finally handed back to Jiang Che's hands, not one, but all. Everyone looked excitedly at the test paper in his hand, looking at the classmates around him, trying to find out whose hand the test paper with love poems had fallen into.

Jiang Che looked at them, distributed the test papers in his hand to several other classmates, and suddenly burst out laughing. In the teacher's kind smile and many expressions of expectation and disappointment.

"I actually saw Jiang Che smiling." In the back row, by the window, a girl muttered to herself in her seat. Before the table could react, pulling the wide hem of the school uniform at the same table, it seemed to have a huge force, echoing in the small space.

"I, I actually saw Jiang Che smiling."