"Shi Banxian."

Along with it, there was also a photograph of standing in the third row from the left-hand view.

"I don't know why I have to take a group photo of the grades, which face can so many people see? Pure waste of time. ”

Just take a graduation photo, and the end time should be earlier than the normal end time.

I didn't know that it was already twelve o'clock at the end, and Jiang Zhou, who hurried to the canteen, was so hot that it couldn't work.

"Why don't you go in?"

Obviously, there is a WeChat message to the timing, so that he can eat first, and he doesn't have to wait for himself.

"Teacher Song is delayed, it's late."

Teacher Song? Then it is not surprising.

A physics teacher who can't wait to break it into ten minutes.

"Here you go."

A bottle of ice water was pressed against Jiang Zhou's forehead, and the coolness swept through his body, and the pores of his body were dilated.

"Let's go, eat."

Two identical meals were placed in front of Shi Xian, and Jiang Zhou, who was sitting next to him, was writing something on the paper on the table.

The garlic on the napkin gradually folded into a hill.

"Alright."

There is a sentence in the bold and blackened parent's opinion column below the liberal arts and science sub-table.

"He's a good scientist."

The last garlic is singled out, the plate is pushed to the river, and the sub-list is handed back to the chronology.

"Okay, you can't go back, you brought it up yourself, you can't blame me."

Parents' opinions are not indispensable, and Jiang Zhou is not a chronological parent.

It stands to reason that Jiang Zhou is not qualified to fill in, but the conditions of the timing are too tempting.

After all.

She couldn't refuse the time sequence, and on the day of her college entrance examination, she wore a high-slit cheongsam to wish her a victory.

June 7.

Jiang Zhou, who had cleaned up, nibbled on bread and looked at the information in his hand, didn't bother to raise his head, urging the time sequence that had not come out of the bedroom.

"If you don't come out again, I'll leave, there are a lot of people, traffic control, you have to enter the venue in advance."

"Wait a minute, right away."

There was an inconspicuous camera in the fold of the sofa, flashing a faint red light, and it was impossible to see it if you didn't look closely.

The pointer pointed to 07:20, and there was finally movement in the time sequence bedroom.

Close the information and throw the bread bag into the trash.

With a "squeak", the closed door opened, and a red color appeared in front of Jiang Zhou's eyes.

"It's pretty ......" his gaze moved from the bottom to the face of the time, and the unspoken words were all choked in his throat, "Mom......"

It's too much of a resemblance.

It's the same thing.

A big red cheongsam with high slits and a big wavy curly hair, thin eyebrows and red lips.

Even when he laughs, the corners of his mouth curl up the same way.

Jiang Zhou didn't notice that there was a trilling voice when he spoke again.

"It was decided a long time ago, right?"

Otherwise, where to get a wig, the eyebrows are also trimmed.

He's timing.

It's a timing that scorns boys who have a transvestite.

I don't have any hobbies.,I've always just watched the timing of my games and books.。

He painted the same delicate makeup as Jiang Ting in the picture frame next to the TV cabinet.

It must have been a long time coming.

"Did you see that paper crane?"

Unconsciously, Jiang Zhou had stopped in front of the time sequence.

Tilting his head, bean-sized tears rolled down.

The shame and uneasiness disappeared the moment she got Jiang Zhou's response, and the time sequence was soft and sore, her fingertips caressed Jiang Zhou's cheek, her eyes were deep and soft, and a low voice sounded in her ears.

"Yes, I saw it, and I won't let you step into the exam room with regrets."

He saw the paper crane next to the frame, and he also saw the words under the wings.

"It would be nice if my mother could accompany me for the college entrance examination."

He couldn't bring Jiang Ting back to life, so he could only do his best to eliminate his regrets.

The time sequence remembers that it was a thousand paper cranes folded by Jiang Zhou in his sophomore year of high school.

In Jiang Zhou's sophomore year of high school, he made room for the college entrance examination and cleaned up the examination room.

On the way home, Jiang Zhou planned to go to the examination room on the first day of the exam, and accompany the parents of those candidates.

Because of the heat and cold, he didn't go on the day of the exam, and Jiang Zhou went alone.

Jiang Zhou saw the parents who comforted the candidates, saw the smiling parents, heard them discuss rewards and punishments, and heard them discuss where to go on vacation.

The excitement is someone else's, the loneliness is Jiang Zhou's, she has no parents, she and the timing are not.

Jiang Zhou folded a thousand paper cranes and put them next to Jiang Ting's photo.

"Isn't it pretty? My mom loves paper cranes. ”

It wasn't until a certain cleaning that the timing accidentally caused the thousand paper cranes to fall, and I saw the words under the wings.

The lacrimal glands became developed, some could not be controlled, the movements were faster than the brain, and the timing of reaching out to hug the body suddenly stiffened.

With a crying tone, the chest of the cheongsam was wet.

"Thank you."

"There are no regrets, for a moment, my mother seems to have really come back, very similar."

In the sunny morning, Shi Xuan boldly put his backhand around Jiang Zhou's thin waist, trying to rub her into the bones and blood.

"Come on, I'll be waiting for you outside the field."

"You're the best Jiang Zhou."