Su Feng leaned on the railing and watched Zhong Nuanyang and Zhang Shuai leave the campus with a smile, feeling that someone behind him patted him gently, and when he turned around, a somewhat familiar face looked at him with some restraint.

"Here's for you." The girl handed a photo to Su Feng, and when she saw that he reached out to take it, she immediately lowered her head shyly and ran away.

Su Feng looked at himself who was a little indifferent in the photo, and then looked at the girl who had run away, stretched out his hand to stop her, but gave up after thinking about it. He flipped the photo over, and on the back was a line of blessings, hoping that he would be admitted to the ideal university, and the girl's own signature.

Su Feng remembered the picture of Zhong Nuanyang standing with several classmates in the middle of the playground that day, and he saw one of the tall boys put his hand on the shoulder of the girl next to Zhong Nuanyang, and she was held by the girl and stood at the front of the crowd with her arm and smiled.

Su Feng looked at the scene in front of him and thought of his elementary school graduation photo. In the photo, Zhong Nuanyang is standing in the last row, pursing the corners of his mouth, staring at the camera with resolute eyes, as if he wants to fight the whole world. At that time, he was firmly pressed by the head teacher and squatted in the middle of the first row, with an unconvinced look on his back.

Su Feng came back to his senses and found that the scene in front of him had been replaced by several girls pestering Zhang Shuai to take a group photo, and he was surrounded in the middle, and he was at ease, cooperating with several girls to make all kinds of funny expressions. Su Feng couldn't help frowning, wanting to see what Zhong Nuanyang's expression was, but unfortunately she couldn't be seen on the playground.

"Su Feng, can you take a picture with me?" A weak voice asked cautiously beside him.

Su Feng didn't look at each other, just nodded casually, and the girl next to him suppressed the joy of success and ran to pull the "photographer" who was taking pictures of Zhang Shuai and them, Su Feng looked at Zhang Shuai and the girls saying goodbye with a smile, and turned his head unpleasantly.

Looking at the photo in his hand now, Su Feng didn't know where to put it, so he hesitated for half a second and simply put it in his schoolbag first.

When he walked out of the school, Su Feng found that Zhong Nuanyang and Zhang Shuai were walking out of the newly opened bookstore, Zhong Nuanyang was holding a stack of postcards in his hand, and Zhang Shuai was empty-handed to help her push open the glass door, which should just be with her.

Su Feng knew that those postcards must have nothing to do with him, but he couldn't help but look at them twice, until Uncle Zhang drove the car in front of him, rolled down the window and called him twice. He reluctantly got into his car, and at the moment he looked down at Zhong Nuanyang, although it was only for a moment, he also saw Zhong Nuanyang's somewhat stunned expression, and his mood was finally better.

Su Feng didn't know what Zhong Nuanyang thought of Zhang Shuai's attitude towards the girls around him, did she like this kind of central air conditioning?

Leaning on the spacious back seat, Su Feng seemed to inadvertently observe the two people on the side of the road through the window glass. Seeing that Zhong Nuanyang didn't know what he was amused by, there were only two crescent eyes left while covering his mouth and smiling, and Zhang Shuai next to him was still gesturing with something while laughing, his eyes kept rolling on Zhong Nuanyang, obviously checking the results of his teasing.

Su Feng turned his face when he saw it, Uncle Zhang glanced in the rearview mirror, silently turned on the radio, and tried to dispel the somewhat gloomy atmosphere in the car.

Listening to Mayday's singing on the radio, Su Feng stopped Uncle Zhang's hand that wanted to tune up, and then closed his eyes in the music, Uncle Zhang looked at his face and found that his expression was a little better, so he turned up the music a little higher, and couldn't help but shake his head while tuning, muttering in his heart, "Adolescent baby, it's difficult." ”