After Zhang Jiaze left, Zhou Ruomei also went home early, Hua Xingcan was alone, facing this hut, thinking about those nights of studying with Zhang Jiaze, his heart was full of happiness, loss, and sadness, those nights will not come again! Those beautiful nights are now a memory...... She lay down on the drawer, tears streaming down her face.

When Hua Xingcan dragged the box out of the campus, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the sunlight was very warmly sprinkled through the gaps between the leaves of the French plane trees, she wore that blue dress, walking through the tree-lined paths of the campus step by step, the speckled sunlight moved on her hair, shoulders, and back, and her steps were full of the thoughts of a young girl.

Zhang Jiaze was leaning alone against the window on the third floor of the teaching building, watching her go away.

How he wished he could catch up, give her a ride, and talk to her about his heart.

However, a heavy question has long occupied his mind: the future, where is their future?

If you love her, give her a perfect future.

Zhang Jiaze said silently in his heart.

Because of this, he was afraid to see her tears when she parted, he was afraid to see her expectant eyes, he was afraid to see her heartbreaking face...... So, in that hut, which was only seven or eight square meters, he showed ruthless coldness to her for the first time.

If Heaven really fulfills us, we will definitely meet at the next intersection.

He said to her in his heart.

And what does he have?

Nothing.

She is the school flower, and her family is well-off; And what about yourself? Nothing but a little better grades.

If he didn't take the exam well, he would have slipped away even this last chance to bring her happiness.

For her sake, she must take the exam well.

In this regard, he didn't dare to expect too much from this relationship.

The day has finally come. A week before the exam, the class teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of volunteer sheets and handed out one to each of the students who took the official exam.

"It's your choice, please take it seriously."

Growing up so big, this is the first choice Zhang Jiaze faced in his life.

In the past, when he reached the age of 7 to go to school, he was sent to the village primary school by his father and entered the school; After graduating from primary school, he was sent to Guangming Middle School because of his outstanding grades. It was only when he graduated from Guangming Middle School that he understood that the choice of life would be so difficult.

At that time, the best grades filled in the technical secondary school, which meant that he got out of the rural household registration and had an iron rice bowl; If your grades are slightly worse, you can fill in the county-level normal school, and become a teacher after graduation, which is also an iron rice bowl; The third option is to fill in the high weight.

Zhang Jiaze hesitated: whether to fill in the technical secondary school, or to re-high. Filling in the secondary school can get parents rid of the heavy burden of life from now on, and they can also have an iron rice bowl, but there will be no chance to go to college again; Filling in the high level means that you have to go through three years of hard study before you can be admitted to university.

University, for Zhang Jiaze, is such a tempting word.

He dreamed of seeing what the university looked like.

Moreover, he also personally told Hua Xingcan that his ideal is to study in college and become a writer.

And that means his parents have to work hard for him for three more years. Thinking that every time he went to school, his father cheekily borrowed from others, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a pinprick.

In the midst of hesitation and hesitation, he really didn't know how to choose.

How nice it would be if one could walk two paths at the same time.

Perhaps the biggest regret in the world is this, it is impossible to walk two paths at the same time in life.

The homeroom teacher came over, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Study secondary school, with your strength, there is no problem at all in taking a good secondary school. Guangming Middle School has not been admitted to a secondary school student for three consecutive years, and it's up to you this year. ”

Zhang Jiaze hesitated, and wrote four words at the last moment of handing in the volunteer letter: Key Middle School.

The official exam is finally over.

In the exam, Zhang Jiaze did not have any accidents, that is, he at least performed at a normal level.

After that, he returned to Jiangnan Village with the small worn-out wooden box.

It's the busiest time of the year. Every morning before dawn, he followed his father down to hoe the grass in the cornfield; At noon, the sun was scorching the earth, and he was still shuttling through the cornfields. Since he left home for junior high school, he had rarely worked in the fields for such long periods of time, and he didn't care at all about the jagged edges of the corn leaves hanging blood on his face, thighs, and arms.

For his parents, he felt sorry. Because he chose to go to high school.

He hopes that through this kind of hard work, he can repay his parents, even if it is just to relieve them of a little burden; He also hopes to numb himself through physical fatigue and try not to think about exams.

Back in the house, lying on the bed, his bones were as sore as if they were falling apart, he calculated the test scores over and over again in his heart, estimated that he could exceed the score line, and his heart gradually settled down.