In the first year of high school, his name, and no one in the school is unknown, but there are always exceptions.

He spoke on the stage as a freshman representative, his voice was pure and magnetic, his face was handsome, and the dull blue school uniform was worn on his body, but it gave people a refreshing and energetic feeling.

On the first day, he made his face remember almost all the girls in the school.

He has excellent grades, and the face of the male protagonist in the comics is silent, not forced to speak, never speak, and the relationship between men and women is cut off by himself.

In the golden autumn of October, the orange trees in the school are full of large and small yellow-orange oranges. He, with a copy of "Wuthering Heights", quietly walked to a plane tree and sat on the ground. I thought that there would be no one in the school on weekends, but soon, there was a rustling sound in my ears, and then I heard "Puff, puff!" "The sound of the connection.

He, ignoring it, continued to read his book, looking at the part of Heathcliff being bullied by Hindley, imagining it in his head at the same time.

"Ah......h

"What a pity! What to do? ”

The female voice that appeared in the same place made him have to stop imagining and close the novel. He walked lightly behind a few orange trees side by side, and through the branches of the orange trees, he saw a girl in a beige dress, squatting on the ground, carefully picking up the oranges that had fallen to the ground, which had been stained with a little dust, and was not afraid of soiling his skirt at all, and stuffed the picked up oranges into his arms. He, counted, ten oranges, three small, four large, and three had died heroically!

He, quietly watching, watched as the girl carried the orange and walked away like a kitten along the classroom dormitory leading to the back of the student building.

He smiled, he didn't expect that the oranges grown for viewing in the school would also be mouth-watering!

After another week, he came to the plane tree again with "Pride and Prejudice", his eyes catching every word and feeling every sigh inside, but he involuntarily slowed down. I thought to myself that the girl was in the same grade as me, and she was in the next class.

The same voice came to his ears again, he couldn't help it, stepped forward, stood in the position of the last time, watched, changed into a pair of denim overalls, and tiptoed a stick that he had visually inspected, one and a half meters, hooking the orange at the tip of the branch.

He watched her hold the oranges that had not received much, and left with some disappointment.

On Monday, the principal of the school announced in front of all the students: I don't know how many of you have picked the school oranges. However, if you want to eat oranges, don't trample on any grass and trees around you. Moreover, you can see for yourself that there are not many oranges left in the tree, and they are actually school oranges, of course, it is the most delicious for the teachers and students of the school to share with them! So, you get the idea!

She stood in the middle, bowing her head in embarrassment, and he stood diagonally behind her, staring at the side of her face, not knowing whether to laugh or laugh!

It was still a weekend, and he didn't bring a novel, so he went to the plane tree alone, and stood for a long time, but he didn't hear any sound from the orange tree. He, after thinking about it, walked decisively to the orange tree, stood on the flower bed, stretched out his hand, and easily picked an orange.

He held the orange in his hand, walked to the teacher's dormitory where his mother lived, and saw the girl squatting next to an old woman with gray hair sitting on a chaise longue under a dormitory next to him: "Grandma, I can't help you pick oranges, although I haven't stepped on the flowers and plants, but I did pick a lot of oranges on the three orange trees." ”

"Okay, I know, I've wronged you!"

"Grandma, if you still want to eat oranges, I'll buy them, okay?"

"Miao'er, grandma, it's not that you want to eat oranges, but you can't forget the smell of oranges at school, grandma can't forget it......"

He didn't deliberately overhear the conversation between her and her grandmother, but his feet didn't listen to his own call, and he couldn't move if he wanted to, and he subconsciously wanted to hear it.

He put the orange on his lips and nose and sniffed it again, but there was nothing but the smell of oranges.

When she went to school, she was a little listless, she loved to wander in class, she loved to wrestle when she walked after class, she loved to be in a daze when she ate, and she listened to the whistle of the physical education teacher and had no reaction......

She leaned on her schoolbag, sat in the classroom, pretending to be busy with her homework, but in fact, just to wait until everyone was gone, so that she could pick oranges!

Everything was as she wanted, and soon, everyone was rushing home, and the teacher was also in a hurry to get off work. She picked up her schoolbag, ran to the orange tree, looked up and saw that there were only three big oranges hanging on the tip of the tree, and suddenly lowered her head. No matter what, she can't take it off!

"Get out of the way!"

He walked up to her faintly, holding a bamboo pole of nearly five meters, and knocked the orange down in two strokes. She caught it again and again, and found that every orange was unscathed.

"Thank you!" She held the orange and bowed at ninety degrees.

"I love oranges too, can you give me one?"

"Of course you can!"

That night, her grandmother was eating oranges, and she was in tears, "Miao'er, it's the taste that your grandfather brought me!" ”

At the end of the week's weekend, there was not a single orange left from the tree.

She, remembered him. I went to school early, reached into the drawer, and found an orange.

It was her last orange in that fall.

But it was her beginning.