The winter of 2002 was very cold, and finally it was spring, and in the blink of an eye, Xinlian's birthday was approaching. Zhiyuan calculated the date to write a letter to her, sent his blessings, and told Xinlian with actions that he was true to his word, and he did what he said, and wishing his birthday was that he was fulfilling his promise.

Xinlian received Zhiyuan's letter on her birthday, and after opening it, there were only a few lines:

Surnames are not passed down from woman to woman

The clouds cover the moon and the sky shines

I don't want to say anything about the nostalgia of the Ichi

The stars twinkle and the fire is not connected

Such a word game, how could it be difficult for a talented girl, thinking of the words "Happy Birthday", Xinlian smiled heartily.

Time is still running, and the time has come to the New Year's Day party in 03 years. At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was busy arranging the classroom, and Zhiyuan was fiddling with his flute on the side, at this time, the female squad leader came over and said: "Great talent, at the party, will you perform a show?" Open your eyes. "Let's talk about it then," Zhiyuan replied indifferently.

The party is also an opportunity, and some students will take this opportunity to deliberately get close to the girls they like, try their best to sit with them, and chat about happy topics. Zhiyuan had no intention of watching these scenes, thinking of Xinlian in his heart, but he didn't know if Xinlian's side was also surrounded by such a boy, or if he was like him, sitting alone in the corner in a daze. How much Zhiyuan wanted to fly to Xinlian's side all at once and spend a wonderful New Year's Day together.

The music sounded, the classmates cheered, and the smiling faces of the classmates made Zhiyuan's depressed face very uncomfortable. He walked out of the classroom and went to the playground alone, the snow on the ground had not yet melted, he remembered the physical education class, remembered the snowball fight, and seemed to see Xinlian's smiling face in the dark.

Back in the classroom again, the peels and melon seed skins that the students ate had been scattered all over the place, Zhiyuan found a place to sit on the side, watching the performances of the students, he just wanted to be an audience, just waiting for the time to pass minute by minute, hurry up.

At this time, the host spoke: "Who here hasn't performed yet?" Everyone looked left and right, and finally set their eyes on Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan scratched his head helplessly, took his transverse flute and walked to the center of the stage to play:

Thank God, thank you, thank you to fate for meeting us••••••

Xinlian, on the other side, is also thinking about Zhiyuan, and is also worried about whether such an excellent boy will be accompanied by a girl, and she is also lonely and waiting for the time to pass quickly. She used the harmonica to tell her thoughts:

After the song "I Really Miss You" was played, Xinlian's eyes flashed with tears.

Another year has passed, and it is not there in the blink of an eye. Another year longer, and more than just a year older.