It is half an hour's drive from "Tianshui Yige" to "Donghua No. 1 Middle School".

"Donghua No. 1 Middle School" is located in the center of Donghua, is a national key middle school, the school covers an area of 1,000 acres, the school has a history of more than 100 years.

It has gone from the original Hanpo small school to the high-quality famous school that is now famous in the capital of Daxia, from a few students who are lonely and sparse to nearly 10,000 teachers and students who now gather talents. It has witnessed the Great Xia Kingdom from weak to rich and strong, and has also cultivated too many national pillars for the country.

Donghua Road in the morning is one of the most congested areas in Donghua City, and teachers and students will be ahead of schedule for a while. Lhotse got out of the car in the crowd of cars, and chose to walk for the remaining few hundred meters.

The winter school uniform of "Donghua No. 1 Middle School" is a sky blue jacket with built-in sky blue suits, sweaters and shirts, boys with dark blue trousers, and girls with dark blue long skirts. Therefore, the students along the way look very bright.

The harmonious scene between male and female students, and the mutual greetings between teachers and classmates all imply the good education of this national key middle school.

Luo Ziyou carried a heavy schoolbag, and his steps were very light. Stepping into the gate of the school, I walked through the "Wall of Fame" that recorded outstanding alumni, passed through the "Qingyun Road" that symbolized the steady progress, saw the "Water Mezzing Corridor" with the rippling lake, and entered the erudite and far-reaching "Erudite Building".

Climb up to the fifth floor and walk into the first class classroom.

"Lhotse You, morning!"

"Morning!"

"Good morning, Squad Leader Luo!"

"Good morning!"

After saying hello, Luo Ziyou sat down on the seat, saw that the seat next to him was still empty, and silently glanced at the clock on the wall, it was half past seven, and there were still twenty minutes, and the little girl was rarely late.

Luo Ziyou packed the textbooks in her bag and deliberately turned her head to look behind her. Behind her was a girl with her head bowed and quietly leaning over to write a book. The drooping black and green silk covered her face, and if the shadow appeared, it was impossible to see her face clearly, but that slender and slender figure would make people think that she must not be bad.

Seeing her figure who seemed to understand and was busy taking notes, Luo Ziyou sighed in her heart, everyone in the class knew how hard and hard this girl had studied hard.

Luo Ziyou looked at the book in his hand, opened it silently, memorized the knowledge points for a while, seemed to have a feeling, and looked at the door.

A beautiful figure hurried in, carrying a large paper bag in her hand, white sneakers on her feet, and the soft curves revealed in the tight velvet pants under the skirt, reminiscent of slender jade legs, and two ponytails on her head. Youthful, lively, and watery want to make people feel pity.

Before the girl arrived, the voice came first. Panting, he said, "Wow, I ran to death, I was almost late." Later, he said delicately: "Luo Ziyou, I'm so tired!" ”

The classmates glanced at him with a glance.

Luo Zi was embarrassed and wanted to cover her forehead and sigh, why is this girl so stupid! But he reached out and dragged out the chair under the desk next to him.

Luo Ziyou looked at the girl sitting down softly in his eyes, and said softly: "Don't run so quickly next time, if you're late, you'll be late, Old Man Guan is very talkative." ”

The classmates who were close to him heard it and began to coax again, and the girl behind her who was studying seriously seemed to be very surprised, and even the pen in her hand paused, but her head was lowered lower.

The girl glared at the surrounding classmates, but the cute appearance of the coquettish made people want to ridicule even more, and the melodious voice like a yellow bird said softly: "No, no, this is not right after all, I didn't expect the traffic jam to be so serious today." ”

"Ahem, ahem!"

There was a deliberate coughing sound at the door, and a thin old man walked in with his hands behind his back, the old man was dressed as a scholar in a Mao suit, with heavy reading glasses.

He is the old man Guan in Luo Ziyou's mouth, and he is also the head teacher of the first class of high school. Everyone will wonder if an old man at such an age does not wait to retire, but cares at home for a long time, and teases his grandson, but comes to be a class teacher.

The old man's name is Guan Sitong, and he is considered a high-level intellectual in their generation, and he is also a big man in the school. The old man had already served as a school leader, and later said that he wanted to give the opportunity to more young people, so he resigned from his position and became a special teacher in the school, specializing in teaching and educating people. The old man is a real person who is full of peach and plums, and he has a very good reputation in the school, and anyone who sees him will be called an old gentleman.

Old man Guan teaches mathematics, and he has not been a class teacher many years ago. A few years ago, I heard that I was in a panic at home, and the children in the family did not give birth to a grandchild to give him a grandchild, so I went to the Academic Affairs Office to get a head teacher. So he was given a class of student belts, and later became the head teacher of the first class of high school.

The old man glanced at the classroom, his expression was serious, but he said kindly: "Well, it's here, the study committee members come up to read it." ”

He began to walk around the class, looking at the cleanliness of the classrooms, looking at the appearance of each student, arranging the collars of the male students with messy collars, and inspecting whether the female students were dyed with nail polish.

Old man Guan's class is very good, and he is the kind of senior teacher who makes people feel and feel deeply immersed in it, but is not out of touch with the times.

Luo Ziyou looked at the little girl next to him who was studying seriously, which made him very embarrassed.

Time passed inadvertently, the bell rang for the end of class, and the students who had been sitting for a long time also stood up and moved their muscles.

"Lhotse You, give!" When the voice came from his ears, there was already a beautiful little gift in front of him.

The students on the left and right saw it and were busy coaxing, asking if the little girl had them?

"Yes! Yes! The little girl was very popular in the class, and she didn't forget her classmates, so she hurriedly took out dozens of small boxes from the bag and distributed them to her classmates one by one.

But if you look closely, you will find that there is something special about Lhotse You. Is it near-ink black? Or is it the first to get the moon near the water? No one knows.

After sending it to other students, there was the last one left under the bag, which seemed to be a little different.

The little girl turned to the side and handed the last of the purple-wrapped box to the girl behind her who was looking down at the book.

"Wen'er, this is for you!"

"Ahh Mine too? Thank you, thank you! ”

The girl hurriedly thanked her, her voice was sweet, but with a slight timidity, as if she had not integrated into such an environment.

The moment she raised her head, it made Luo Ziyou feel that the entire classroom was like a spring breeze. Her face is delicate and worthy of the fragrance of the country. Although it is not as fair and delicate as the little girl, it also looks ruddy and smooth. A pair of seductive Danfeng eyes, a firm little Qiong nose, bright and clean eyes that hide the escape of dodging, and the slightly dry cherry mouth, all give people a sense of distress and pity.

Her name is Wen Wen'er, and she is one of the few new classmates in the class. Most of the students in Lhotse's class went directly from junior high school to high school, and there were only a few other newcomers. This class is considered to be the best class in the first year of Donghua No. 1 High School, and the students in it are either wealthy from their families, or they are the ones whose academic performance despises the others.

And there are only two kinds of warmth that can come in. But the family conditions of the warm child do not seem to be very good, so it can only belong to the second type.

The little girl next to her seemed to be very happy, saying that the gift to Luo Ziyou was begged for by her father, and she wanted Luo Ziyou to open it on the spot to see if she liked it. Luo Ziyou was afraid that these classmates would start to coax again after a while, saying that the gift had to be seen by one person to make sense, and postponed it.

In the morning, Luo Ziyou spent time in a busy and fulfilling study, and also spent it in the company of his childhood sweetheart.

"Luo Ziyou, what do you eat at noon?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Then let's go have a private stir-fry!"

"Let's go!"

Boys and girls walk in pairs, regardless of each other. They seemed to have been together like this for many years, and when Lhotse was at his most gloomy and helpless, she was like an angel sent to save him. Her mind is simple and innocent, and she is undoubtedly a charcoal in the snow for Lhotse You, who was once in the darkest moment. She seems to be an angel sent to the world, and she is also the deepest ripple in Lhotseyou's heart.

When he was in the second grade, the death of his parents was a blow to him. He was heartbroken, took a break from school for half a year, and even his closest grandfather was unwilling to communicate and closed his heart. Later, he went back to school, but there seemed to be a little girl in the class. Her name is Mu Qingwan, and she said that her grandfather took it from the poem "Zheng Feng, Wild Grass", "There are vines in the wild, there is no dew, there is a beautiful person, and it is clear and graceful". At that time, Luo Ziyou just felt that this little girl was so annoying, and she didn't like her at all. But this little girl just kept chasing him and asking why he didn't like her because everyone in the class liked her.

Later, the little girl seemed to know something, and Luo Ziyou still remembers the way she looked at herself with teary eyes. Later, she let him do everything, follow him, and don't make him angry, but there is one sentence that he will never forget for the rest of his life, that is, "Luo Ziyou, I will protect you in the future, okay?" ”

There was light in his eyes, and there was her figure. He swore that this girl, he would be good to her all his life, and would not let her suffer the slightest sadness and grievance.

That year, he was eight years old. And she, seven years old.

They grew up together, walked through elementary school, walked through junior high school, came to the current high school, and in the future, they will enter the university together, enter the palace of marriage, and will have children and grandchildren, and then gray hair.

Luo Ziyou stopped, his eyes were unprecedentedly serious, and he said softly: "Qingwan! ”

"Huh?"

The girl looked at him suspiciously, he rarely called her "Qingwan", and he liked to call her a little girl and a little girl.

The wind blows, and the falling leaves of the ginkgo seem to draw a perfect end to autumn. Luo Zi smiled and said, "It's so beautiful! I'll call you Qingwan in the future. ”

"Ahh Dislike! ”

The girl blushed, shyly and slightly angry, and clenched her little fists and scratched him behind his back.

She's messing around with him, and he's laughing the whole time!

He met a girl who wanted to protect her for the rest of his life at the best of years, and he could promise that he could take good care of her in the years to come, and never give up.