"Done?"

"Hmm."

Perfunctory response to Chen Xu, the missed call has not been reversed, and he received a WeChat message.

"Come to our class after school."

Shi Xuan was stunned, and it took a while to get back.

Except for the senior year of high school who needs to study at night in the teaching building after school, there are few people in other classrooms.

At this point, most of the students went to the cafeteria, and when they arrived at Jiang Zhou's classroom, Jiang Zhou was the only one in the classroom.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jiang Zhou, who was tidying up the desk, raised and lowered his head, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

"Can you put these books in your bag? Put these books on the table in your bag if you can. ”

A neat stack of books was pushed from the middle of the table to the edge of the table near the end of the chronological end.

"What is this?"

Shi Xuan frowned at the black center of the desk that was exposed after moving, with some scratches.

"The inkwell was not properly capped and accidentally flipped over."

"But you don't use a pen, and you're a single table."

At home or at school, Jiang Zhou has never had the habit of using a fountain pen.

When Jiang Zhou turned to throw the garbage in the trash can, Shi Xuan caught a glimpse of the school uniform jacket hanging on the back of the chair.

"Even if the ink is overturned." The tone was full of displeasure and questioning, and he walked to the edge of the seat in three or two steps and picked up the school uniform jacket, "What is this?" Did you accidentally get it? ”

There was dry ink and scratches on the table, the various graffiti on the textbook could not be read clearly, the blue and red dots on the clothes, and the pungent smell still lingered when you sniffed it.

"Guess why I asked you to come over and why I packed my things?"

The eyes that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes stared at the time, watching the time's face sink little by little.

"Guessed? After that, I reviewed it at home, and the leave has been approved. ”

"But you didn't do anything wrong, his business has nothing to do with you, and I found someone who posted to slander you, and she promised me to apologize to you publicly tomorrow, so I should have found her earlier."

Jiang Zhou didn't know the timing of what was targeted, and if he didn't hold back his shouting, he was reproaching himself for negligence.

Standing next to each other, the atmosphere became scorching for a while, and the undercurrent spread in the air.

An imperceptible sigh rang out.

"Timing, why do you want to take everything on yourself?" A little helpless, but more distressed by the self-reproachful appearance of the time sequence, "Moreover, do you think I seem to be a person who is afraid of these methods?" ”

"Look at the countdown on the blackboard, I don't want to spend my mind on some useless things, they have opinions about me, it's not a day or two, it's just a waste of their own time, it's not necessary, I want to really care, and I have to see if they can stand it."

The body was forcibly broken by Jiang Zhou, facing the blackboard, and there were big words written in the upper right corner.

Countdown: 73 days.

In the center of the blackboard is a verse appreciation.

The past is full of turmoil, and the road ahead is long and bright.

"Do you know what that means? That's what I want to say to you, don't you think this verse fits you and me? ”

You know, how can you not know what it means?

It was the winter vacation of his third year of junior high school, and Jiang Zhou taught him poetry.

She said.

Although the past is full of ups and downs, the road ahead will be brilliant and full of expectations.

"Whatever you're going through, trust that the light is ahead." Thinking of what Jiang Zhou said after teaching him, Shi Xuan couldn't help but chuckle and said it as it was, "But this is still a bit like chicken soup for the soul." ”

seems to be approving, and like ridicule, Jiang Zhou jokes about the timing.

"Remember clearly, figured it out?"

"Sort of."

The schoolbag on his back was placed on the table, and the books in front of him were stuffed one after another.

The rest of the test papers and related materials were also stuffed into Jiang Zhou's school bag.

When leaving the teaching building, one after another, some students returned to the classroom from the cafeteria.

The discussion in his ears was not heard, but when he saw a classmate with scones and meat in his hand, Jiang Zhou took a few more looks.

"It's a bit of a pity."

"What a pity?"

"The food in the canteen is good, appetizing, just a little, and the stir-fry master likes to put ginger too much."

In those days before when there was no obscurity with the timing.

Always pick out the side dishes she doesn't like, such as ginger, green onions, garlic and others.