There are 66 days left in the countdown to the college entrance examination, and Liu Ziyang said that it was a good day, but I said not necessarily, because I saw the beautiful middle-aged woman in the corridor through the window again. That was Wang Yinan's mother.

He's leaving.

I looked at Wang Yinan and saw him calmly tidying up the things on the desk. It seems that this place does not have a little nostalgia for people.

Jiang Xiaoning's project of weaving scarves did not go smoothly. Always dismantled and weaved, it seemed that her craftsmanship was not good enough to match the perfect Mi Rui in her mind. I can't see what's good about Mi Rui, just as Jiang Xiaoning can't see how Wang Yinan is worth it for me to be like this.

He walked out of the classroom calmly with his school bag, and I watched him slowly walk away through the window, chasing him until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs. I thought that this person was really ruthless, and he didn't even say goodbye.

It's gym class again, and it's ten laps in the playground. Time was a little embarrassed to tell us that if it was inconvenient for a female classmate, she could ask him for leave. No need to run ten laps and be exempt from penalty.

I ran in front, in Jiang Xiaoning's words, it was that I saw a different me that day, and she didn't catch up with me with all her strength.

I feel much more comfortable after the run. Isn't it just a boyfriend, neither competent nor excellent. Let's go, it's not that no one wants me, besides, I'm not a love brain, and I don't regard falling in love as a very important thing like Jiang Xiaoning.

Does it really not matter?

On the third day after Wang Yinan left, He Keren told Shen Jiayi that I liked Wang Yinan. Shen Jiayi is the same existence as Liu Ziyang in the class, with good family conditions and good academic performance, and the most important thing is that she has enough time to gossip and create public opinion.

In the end, it became me pestering Wang Yinan, so he couldn't study with peace of mind, so he chose to change schools when he was counting down to the college entrance examination for two months.

I sent a QQ to Wang Yinan and asked him if he was doing well, and he said it was okay. My sister treats her well, and my stepfather is also reasonable to him. Suddenly, like two old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, we started saying things that hadn't been said before. But I didn't tell him what kind of public opinion storm I experienced after he left, and how his childhood sweetheart set me up into a red-faced disaster who achieved nothing.

When I was 50 days away from the college entrance examination, my phone rang again. When I saw that the caller ID was my dad's mobile phone number, I suddenly chuckled. It is impossible for him not to know that I am in class, and it is impossible not to know that the school does not allow students to bring their phones.

The English teacher was still asking questions, but I didn't care too much and picked up the phone. On the phone, it was said that my dad had an accident at the construction site and was rescued in the hospital. I ran like crazy to the hospital. The hospital is far away from our school, and when I ran outside the classroom, I bumped into the oncoming time, and he asked me what was wrong, and I cried and said that my dad was in the hospital. Time rode a motorcycle and took me to the hospital as fast as he could.

After being resuscitated by doctors, my dad did not die, but he also lost half his life. My mom and my grandma were already crying. There were also a few workers outside the emergency room who usually worked with my father, and they said that my mother should be mentally prepared, and my father was not the only one who was injured, and the family members of the others were on the way to the scene, and they demanded compensation from us.

Because the safety protection at the construction site was not in place, my father and several workers were injured to varying degrees, and the most serious one directly lost a leg.

My mother paid everyone's medical bills, the construction party had fled, and the family had no way to declare, so they turned all their anger on our family, and asked my mother to sell the house and car and compensate them.

Although the police uncle said that in this kind of dispute, the compensation should go to the construction party, not the small package foreman below. The families of the injured workers continue to hold back.

Time has been standing next to me, not leaving, perhaps because he has never seen such a fierce scene, time silently rolled up his sleeves, afraid that the other party would be emotional and hurt me and my family.