Time is like a brook that flows underground, flowing quietly from the fingers in a place where the boat moves out of sight, and disappears without a trace. For a week, two weeks, three weeks, Zhou Yi kept paralyzing herself, not thinking about anything about Zhou Jin, she forced herself not to think about it, and forced herself to devote herself to studying. This allowed Zhou Yi to achieve gratifying results in the monthly exams again and again. Sometimes when her parents came to see her on Saturdays, they would touch her head, praise Zhou Yi's academic progress, and look at her parents' joyful smile, but Zhou Yi couldn't laugh at all, and there would be a trace of frustration in her heart. After more than a month of precipitation, Zhou Jin was like a fish bone that suddenly appeared in her heart when she was eating rice, stuck in her throat, making her heart want to escape, faintly tingling, even if she knew that she and Zhou Jin were nothing, nothing.

In the classroom, Zhou Yi and Zhou Jin, one is the biology teacher on the podium, the other is the student who came to study, in the office, Zhou Yi is the class representative who accepted Zhou Jin's task, in the classroom apartment, they just nodded upstairs and downstairs, everything returned to calm, everything returned to normal, the real high school life, the hard years of being tortured by studying. Every morning, Zhou Yi always wakes up Yueyue in a sleepy haze, washes and combs her hair, runs to the cafeteria, and then sits in the classroom to read in the morning. Every day after lunch, take a nap to make up for the lack of sleep at night. After self-study every night, Zhou Yi was already exhausted after the indiscriminate bombardment of several test papers a day, and after talking to Yueyue for a while, he fell asleep.

But in the past few days, Zhou Yi is like a demon, and she always involuntarily recalls the time she spent with Zhou Jin before, and there is a nameless impulse in her heart, which always occupies her reason, and even makes her involuntarily wander in class, thinking of Zhou Jin unconsciously. Zhou Jin's "*" in the depths of Zhou Yi's heart exploded. It's like thinking of a friend you've been friends for years, and then you think: we used to be so good friends, but why are we like this now? An irreversible helplessness, Zhou Yi's heart is no longer under her self-control, so that she will always think of Zhou Jin at a certain moment, a certain moment, even if sometimes he teaches on the podium. But fortunately, Zhou Yi is a repeat student, and these review courses have already been studied once, so for Zhou Yi, such a little distraction will not make her fall behind in learning, and no one will find out.

Zhouyi always held this "weird" idea in his heart, and did not dare to confide in anyone, as if it was a secret that would always belong to him. She was afraid to see Zhou Jin, and she didn't want to communicate too much with Zhou Jin, Zhou Yi was afraid to look into his eyes, afraid that she would sink deeper and deeper into his eyes, and then drown. Afraid that he would still be thinking about him at this moment in the next second, so Zhou Yi became an ostrich, she learned to plunge her head into the soil, learned to dodge, once, at a certain moment, Zhou Yi wanted to spend more time with Zhou Jin, such as that rainy night, so that he could understand Zhou Jin more, but now Zhou Yi had to avoid Zhou Jin, but also to avoid his own heart.

On the weekend a month later, Zhou Yi couldn't hold back after all, like a spike pierced in his heart, if he didn't pull it out, he would always resist his heart, and it would always be so weird and painful, never ending. That night, Zhou Yiping lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Due to sleepiness, Zhou Yi yawned, and his eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"Why are you crying?" Yue Yue walked over.

"Nothing, yawned." Zhou Yi said to Yueyue, but his eyes were still fixed on the ceiling.

Yueyue walked to the boat moving bed: "What's wrong?" Why are you a little distracted these days? ”

Zhou Yi couldn't tell why he was sad, as soon as he heard Yueyue say this, it was like pulling out the spike, blood kept spurting out, and tears flowed unconsciously. Zhou Yi snorted for a moment, and said after a long pause: "Yueyue, I'm uncomfortable." ”

"What's wrong, my big baby?" Yueyue said as she stroked the hair of Zhou's sideburns.

"But I don't know what to say, but it's weird in my heart." Zhouyi's tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks and landed on the pillow.

"Say, it's going to feel better, who bullied you? Watch me clean him up! Yue Yue pinched Zhou Yi's face.

"No, it's... Zhou Jin. Zhou Yi said hesitantly.

"Did he scold you? Or did he hit you? Yue Yue said indignantly.

"No... No," Zhou Yi turned his head to look at Yue Yue's eyes, "I've been thinking about Zhou Jin for the past few days. As he spoke, he lowered his head again.

"Miss him? What happened to you? Yueyue watched in amazement.

"No, I'm just a little unused to it." Zhou Yi turned over and said with his back to Yueyue.

"Not used to what?" Yueyue asked.

"After he became a class teacher, it felt like he had withdrawn from the stage of my life." Zhou Yi said.

"Well, I know he didn't ask you to help him cook." Yue Yue had long noticed the lunch box at the top of the cupboard. One day, out of curiosity, she took the lunch box from the cupboard, opened the lunch box, and it was two meal tickets and a sticky note.

"But more than that, a lot of things have changed." Tears poured down from the corners of Zhou Yi's eyes like water bursting the embankment, "I don't know why, I always feel close to him." ”

"Maybe you're still a little unaccustomed to the new head teacher, but it will get better slowly." Yueyue gently patted Zhou Yi's shoulder, and kept comforting her.

"But I just wanted to see him more and spend more time with him, but I was scared, and I kept trying to escape, and I was afraid to see him. Now I feel like I'm going to be torn in half. Zhou Yi whimpered quietly.

"People always have feelings, you see Zhou Jin paying so much for this class, and getting along so close to him, and suddenly taking a back seat, it's really a little unaccustomed, but slowly it will get better." Yueyue continued to comfort that she had never seen Zhou Yi, a sister, cry sadly for reasons that she couldn't even explain. Yueyue didn't know why Zhou Yi was crying, and of course she couldn't comfort Zhou Yi, maybe Zhou Yi didn't know why she was crying at this moment, maybe the person who could really comfort her was Zhou Jin.

"Oh, don't cry, act like a lovelorn. You have to pull yourself together. Yue Yue said.

Zhou Yi didn't squeak, at this moment Zhou Yi buried his face in the pillow, holding a huge flannel doll in his hand, it seemed that only this flannel doll could understand her heart at this moment.

After a while, Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at Yueyue, Zhou Yi's eyes were already slightly red, the hair on his forehead was messy due to tears, and his nose was also red.

"Yueyue, I may like Zhou Jin."