Yang Yixin, this girl's name has always been stored in the deepest part of Xiang Yang's heart, but it is forever fixed in this 12-year-old year.

If there is any regret that Xiang Yang wants to make up for most after his rebirth, it is the girl in front of him, this girl who makes people unable to look away at a glance.

At this age, in fact, it is not pretty, in the eyes of Xiang Yang's current uncle's soul, it is cute at most, but this cuteness has a trace of irresistible, all-old and young charm.

"Xiangyang, are you brain-burned, what are you doing standing at the door? You are the latest in the class, and you are the one with the worst grades, and if you don't know how to work hard, you know that you are lazy. ”

Xiang Yang's feelings for the previous life became lazy in the eyes of the head teacher Zhu Dan.

But Xiang Yang doesn't blame her, although this Zhu Dan is a little violent, and a little open-mouthed, but it is still good in nature, at least for the good of the students.

Xiang Yang also knew that it was not good to block the door of the classroom like this, so he came to Yang Yixin's side and sat down with his schoolbag, the two of them were at the same table, which Xiang Yang would never forget.

At this time, you at the same table have not yet released, the sentence "Who will put your long hair up, who will make you a wedding dress." "It didn't catch on campus either.

But for Xiang Yang, this little sun-like table mate does not need to turn over photos to remember, but has always been stored in the deepest part of his heart.

The desk drawer was a little dirty, stuffed with all sorts of things, and even a half-bitten apple that was already smelling.

This made Xiang Yang frown a little, it turned out that he was such a sloppy person when he was a child, and he really couldn't imagine it.

He didn't put his schoolbag in it, but put it under the desk, took out the sorted language books, and began to read with the class leader in the morning.

After an emotional reading, Xiang Yang got goosebumps on his own, and finally got through the morning without danger.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Xiang Yang began to get up and clean up his desk, but he saw that several classmates around him were stunned.

These classmates are very vague in his memory, all of them are still very delicate, these flowers of the motherland do not know, in front of them is actually an uncle, an uncle who has been destroyed and baptized by the tide of the times.

"Xiangyang, your head is really burned! Aren't these your treasures? Why did you throw it away? ”

The one who spoke was a boy with a middle parted hairstyle, this hairstyle is very popular in this era, and many celebrities also comb their hair like this, this boy can be regarded as following the trend of the times.

However, in Xiang Yang's eyes, this hairstyle is as stupid as it is, and in later generations, this hairstyle is also called the traitor's head.

Xiang Yang couldn't call the name of this classmate, so he could only smile politely at the other party, and then sorted out a lot of messy things and threw them all into the trash can in the corner of the classroom.

Then, under the strange eyes of his classmates, he calmly sat back in his seat, stuffed his schoolbag into his desk, and neatly placed the book in the upper left corner against the class schedule.

The boy who was politely smiled by Xiang Yang continued to babble something, but Xiang Yang didn't listen to a word, his eyes were focused on Yang Yixin.

This good-looking girl, after the initial slight surprise, betrayed his concern with a faint smile on her face, for a girl who loves cleanliness, having a sloppy boy by her side is indeed a torment, but her character will not let her say anything.

Now Xiang Yang is wearing a school uniform, surprisingly neat and clean, and he has always been a big problem, and the desk drawers are also cleaned up, which makes Yang Yixin very happy.

She is a person who can easily be happy.

Xiang Yang just looked at her like this, as if he was facing a sun. If Xiangyang is destined to face the sun, then this sun is Yang Yixin.

This girl will always give warmth to the people around her, even when Xiang Yang is facing cold eyes and ridicule, this girl will bring him warmth, just like a little sun, giving him warmth and shining on him to thrive.

But this little sun will soon sink into the sea and be extinguished forever.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang felt an inexplicable heartache.

In her previous life, Yang Yixin went to watch the tide with her family, but she stayed there forever with her family and never came back.

This once made Xiang Yang cry for several days, even if he grew up, he would still be inexplicably sad in the dead of night.

It was only later, when the pressure of life overwhelmed him, that he put it in the deepest part of his heart and buried it forever.

And now that the living little sun has appeared in front of him again, continuing to provide him with warmth, how can he still let her go out in this life?

"What do you always look at me? Here...... This is yesterday's class notes, remember to copy it, memorize it well, and the teacher will check it later. ”

seemed to feel Xiang Yang's burning gaze, which made Yang Yixin feel a little embarrassed, and pushed a notebook over with a puffy face, and told Xiang Yang to copy it.

Xiang Yang smiled slightly, this feels so good.

Looking at the beautiful font on the notebook, there is a faint ink fragrance on it, Xiang Yang did not hesitate, some things cannot be done overnight, you have to take your time, otherwise there will be the opposite effect.

If you want to keep this little sun forever, you can't let her go to the riverside that swallows her.

It's just that Xiang Yang can't tell her now, hey...... So-and-so, don't go to see the tide of August 18, you will die.

This will arouse her curiosity even more, everyone who is swept away by the tide must have heard such advice, but how many people really don't go?

There are not a few people who are swept away every year, but the next year, there are still the same number of people who go.

So, if you want to really make a difference, it's not enough to do that.

Xiang Yang quickly finished copying the notes, for him now, it doesn't matter whether he copies it or not, but he can't be too conceited, since he has returned to his student days, then do some things that a student should do.

After copying the notes, looking at the notebook in front of him with Juanxiu font and a faint ink fragrance, Xiang Yang turned to the last page, left a line of handwriting on it, and then closed it and pushed it back to Yang Yixin on the side.

This is a seed left by Xiang Yang, although I don't know if it is useful or not, but some things still have to be done, at least when he wants to change something.

The time of the day, in the sound of Lang Lang's book, passed quickly.

The day passed very peacefully, and there was no bloody episode of teachers making trouble for students. may be to take care of Xiang Yang's initial recovery from a serious illness, some teachers who were quite difficult in the past did not target Xiang Yang at this time, and they didn't even let him go to physical education class.

And what was Xiang Yang thinking about all day?

Naturally, it is the plan for the future, to be reborn once, and to carry the original memory, which is a huge wealth in itself, although he also yearns for the emergence of a system or something, which can take him to pretend. Forced him to fly, but apparently this is not possible.

The system didn't hold it out, but he went to the toilet several times, probably because he ate something at noon and broke his stomach.

Yang Yixin didn't show anything unusual, obviously he hadn't seen the line of words Xiang Yang left for him, and everything ended slowly in the afterglow of the sunset.

Yang Yixin returned home, as smart as her, naturally found some of Xiang Yang's small hands and feet, although curious, he still did not debunk it at school, but chose to return to his own small space, and then slowly uncovered.

With the curiosity of a girl, she slowly turned to the last page of the notebook, with a line of handwriting on it, which was not pretty, but the pen was right, and every stroke was very powerful.

The girl was troubled, and when she saw this line of words, her face turned red.

"You're my little sun......"

Yang Yixin is not stupid, but Bing Xue is smart, so she naturally knows the meaning of this sentence.

To the sun, towards the sun.

I don't want to fall in love! But why is there a little joy in my heart?

Yang Yixin thought so in her heart.