"What did you say?" Lin Yanmo's expression management almost got out of control again.

"I'm the student representative." Zhuang Changqing repeated.

"It's not ......" Lin Yanmo frowned: "Why?" ”

"No why," Zhuang Changqing explained with a confused look and a natural expression: "Because I am the first in terms of the entrance exam results." ”

“……”

By the way, although it's a little underwhelming, this guy was really an SSR-level problem solver when he was in school.

"Forget it." Lin Yanmo sighed: "How old are you this year?" ”

Lin Yanmo suddenly realized that there was actually a considerable information gap between her and Zhuang Changqing, such as the one before Su Qianyuan inserted their conversation...... The question of whether to die or not to die.

Looking at Zhuang Changqing's reaction, he knew that he hadn't read "The Color of Dreams", maybe he didn't find out that this was the world in the book at all, and he even recognized Lin Yanmo who had no resemblance to her before as soon as they met, that is to say, her image in his memory was relatively clear, so it is estimated that Zhuang Changqing came over not long ago, and the time of coming was probably far away from her...... Accidental deaths are relatively close.

As she expected, Zhuang Changqing's expression was a little more positive, and he replied, "Twenty-seven years old." ”

Really.

"Then ......" Lin Yanmo didn't care about the age difference between her and Zhuang Changqing now, and hurriedly asked, but Zhuang Changqing continued to answer as if he knew what she was going to ask.

"I've been here for four months." Zhuang Changqing looked up at the ceiling and said in a calm tone: "The day I came here was February 19th. ”

Lin Yanmo's fingers on the table curled up and did not speak.

February 19 is Lin Yanmo's birthday.

Zhuang Changqing remembered that there was a lot of snow in their hometown that day, and a thick layer had accumulated on Lin Yanmo's tombstone, and he wiped it clean and held an umbrella for her for a long time, until he saw Lin Yanmo's family coming from a distance in the snow, he put down the umbrella and left. The snow was still heavy when he left, and he raised his eyes upward, and the snowflakes in the sky reminded him of the dandelion seeds that were carried by the wind at Lin Yanmo's funeral.

Zhuang Changqing realized at that time that Lin Yanmo was born in the depths of winter, but died in the early summer.

"I've heard your name mentioned on the first day I've been here." Zhuang Changqing said calmly: "But I looked at the photo album, it wasn't you." ”

Zhuang Changqing has always been a calm person in matters that have nothing to do with Lin Yanmo, even in the face of such an unbelievable thing as crossing. He quickly accepted the reality, Zhuang Changqing's parents died unexpectedly when he was young, and he was raised by his uncle who temporarily managed the inheritance, although the uncle and aunt fulfilled the responsibility of raising Zhuang Changqing well, but Zhuang Changqing is not his own son after all, and it is difficult to have feelings that he can't let go - it is strange to say, Lin Yanmo, who really meets people and does not talk about human affairs, is full of concern, but Zhuang Changqing, who is a young man, has a weak kinship.

Zhuang Changqing, who was already a junior high school student at that time, was much freer than six-year-old Lin Yanmo, he quietly collected all kinds of information around him, and sorted out a terrible list of all kinds of information in this world from large to small in a very fast time, and perfectly played the role of 'Zhuang Changqing', an aborigine.

"Later, I pieced together your current image based on the description of the 'dealer' parents." Zhuang Changqing lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"I think what they say you are you, but the person in the photo looks completely different from you. I thought it was just a coincidence at first, but as I spent more time here, I found a sense of disobedience. ”

He felt that his life had become a myriad of non-everyday things piled together from the not-so-everyday routine. Zhuang Changqing always felt that there was an inexplicable impetus behind him that prompted him to meet some people and accomplish certain things, and there was a strong and deliberate trace.

And he really believed it correctly on the day when his parents, who had never asked for him, hoped that he could apply for the intensive experimental class of Tonghua Middle School.

“…… Also on that day. Zhuang Changqing finally faced Lin Yanmo again and smiled, Lin Yanmo's gaze stayed on the dimple on the left side of his face for a moment, and then turned to his eyes, his eyes were very bright, and he couldn't see the appearance of crying just now: "I began to doubt the world, and I wondered if ...... 'you' was you." ”