The summer is late, and the shadows of the trees flow, mixed with restless enthusiasm and gentle coolness.

Heavy rains in July.

After some ideological work, Yu Yu agreed to Feng Xinqing and recognized her as a teacher.

And in the reply requested by the head teacher, the girl also insisted on her choice as an art student, and for this reason, the head teacher also went to the house for a home visit.

Xu Cheng, who got the news in advance, followed, and he didn't say anything, just asked Yu Yu to show some of his drafts to the head teacher.

When the girl took out the thick box of drafts, the head teacher was silent for a long time, and finally did not object to Yu Yu's choice.

Lin Wancongee had a meal with the members of the radio station, and she was still a guest invited by Pei Xueqi.

She has officially graduated and is ready to step into the doors of the university in a few months, and the school is in Hangzhou.

And the radio station has also set the next stationmaster, this person Xu Cheng does know - Xia Yue.

Because her grades couldn't keep up, Xia Yue was ready to repeat her studies for another year in her sophomore year of high school and changed to liberal arts, which she was better at.

On the contrary, Qiao Yiming, because he participated in the national training camp of the Informatics Olympiad and won the first prize, has already obtained the enviable university guarantee qualification one step ahead of schedule.

This incident caused a sensation in the whole school, and Qiao Yiming was suddenly promoted from a marginal student to a bull in the school.

Xu Cheng met this guy in the company one day, and made a special trip to congratulate him on this matter.

Qiao Yiming just scratched his head.

"I'm not famous, I'm not interested in any of this, and I feel uncomfortable when I think about being watched as a giant panda at school."

"Okay, Lao Qiao, your realm is high enough, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, honor and disgrace are not shocked, look at the clouds in the sky, and go to stay unintentionally."

"Don't tease me, Lao Xu, I'm so nervous about fighting with penguins now, I'm ready to take a break from high school in my third year of high school to concentrate on Harp Farm."

"I have received your heart," Xu Cheng said, scratching his chin.

Qiao Yiming felt a little strange when he looked at him like this, "Old Xu, you won't persuade me to go to school, right?" ”

"Of course not, I mean you don't do it here at the Hapi Farm."

"What? Didn't do it? ”

Qiao Yiming rubbed his ears and thought that he had heard it wrong, Harbin Farm, as a Harbin Batch Network, and as the core project of Qingzhou Company, suddenly didn't let him do it, what does this mean?

"You're going to fire me?"

"No, no, no, how can I be willing to fire you, old Joe, do you know what you look like me?"

"Son?"

"What are you talking about, old Joe, you are as critical as my minions."

"Nails can be cut off, teeth can be extracted, what's the point? I beg you, Xu Cheng, don't fire me, okay. ”

Qiao Yiming wanted to cry anxiously, after all, except for Xu Cheng, there were not many places that dared to hire him.

And here in Xu Cheng, he feels that his previous dark life like a cockroach has become valuable, and there is a group of like-minded seniors, which is much more interesting than going to school or something.

Seeing that Qiao Yiming's eyes were about to lose their light, Xu Cheng hurriedly interrupted his thoughts.

"Stop talking, I'm going to let you take on a new project."

Hearing this, Qiao Yiming calmed down a little.

"What project?"

"Ha batch Weibo."

"Micro, Weibo? What do you mean. ”

"Broadly speaking, it's broadcast social media that shares short, real-time information."

Xu Cheng talked a lot, and seeing that Qiao Yiming still didn't quite understand, he coughed lightly.

"I'll tell you this, the foreign one, Twitter you know, that's it. Take a cue. ”

"Oh, I can understand it now."

Qiao Yiming nodded, and then frowned again, "But Lao Xu, I'm going to get this scarf, what will I do in the future?" Isn't that going to have to fight the penguins? ”

"What, do you still want to fight the penguins?"

"Hehe, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook, and fighting penguins has always been my motivation."

"Okay, the penguin family has a big business, we can't do it overnight, deal with them, we either lose or win."

"I understand the truth, but I'm a little unwilling."

"There will be a chance to make you cool in the future, you can do a good job of Weibo for me first, I can tell you, next, this is another core of our Qingzhou's work."

The afternoon after the final exams of the second year of high school.

Xu Cheng followed Lin Wancongee to the activity classroom of the radio station to pack up the things she put on the radio station.

The two of them first sorted out their school bags in the classroom, and then walked up the stairs together.

"It's so familiar." , Xu Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Wancongee also had some nostalgia in her eyes.

It seems that you can still see the figure of Xu Cheng shuttling up and down the stairs every morning and evening a year ago.

This feeling became even stronger when the door was opened.

Xu Cheng hasn't been to the radio station for a long time, and the layout of the classroom has probably not changed, with a small sofa and coffee table, as well as a water dispenser, and a few pots of small spider plants on the windowsill.

However, the documents on the table, as well as small items such as drinking glasses and pen holders, have increased a lot.

Tables and chairs have also been added.

Lin Wancongee pulled out the key and stepped into the door first.

Looking at the empty classroom, and then thinking of the cold and unmanned floor, my heart chuckled.

Wait a minute, Xu Cheng in case there is something bad here. There's no way she can resist!

Of course, it's not because she also wants to, so she doesn't refuse.

It's because there are so few people on campus now, and you can hear the chirping of birds in her ears, in this case, even if she shouts her throat, it is futile.

Right.

It must be because of this.

"Xu Cheng, you are waiting at the door, the classroom of the radio station, non-members of the radio station are not allowed to enter casually."

“？？？”

Xu Cheng glanced at Lin Wancongee in disbelief.

"Hey, stationmaster, I'm also a former member of the radio station, can't I go in and revisit my hometown?"

"No, even if you were a member before, you won't be allowed to go in now."

"I'm going to go in today."

The young man's stubborn strength came up, so he stuffed it very strongly.

Lin Wancongee hurriedly stopped him and didn't let him in.

She is a small one, and she has a lot of strength, pushing and grabbing.

Xu Cheng was afraid that it would hurt him, so he had to give up the tough way first and switch to a soft voice.

"Stationmaster, don't make trouble, let me in."

The teenager is very smart and knows that it is not easy to get in, so he needs to make more preparations in advance, commonly known as foreplay.

Lin Wan porridge was also a little embarrassed.

After all, it was indeed too much for her to block Xu Cheng like this, and thought about it.

"Then you answer me a few questions and I'll let you in."

"It's you."

Xu Cheng didn't think about it and said directly, and Lin Wancongee glanced at him strangely.

"What do you say?"

"It's not asking this, ah, then you didn't say it just now, you ask."

Lin Wancongee ignored this guy's strange words, looked back at the classroom, and then turned back to ask with a little hope in his eyes.

"What did you do in this classroom for the first time?"

"Looking for you."

Xu Cheng replied decisively.

This decisiveness made the girl's heart full of surprise.

In fact, even if he couldn't remember, of course she wouldn't blame him for this kind of thing.

But he did remember it.

So not only did she treasure all their experiences, but he was too.

The girl bowed slightly.

"Let's go inside."

Xu Cheng walked into the door, looked around, and fiddled with the ballpoint pen on the table.

"At that time, I remember that you were here to interview new members, and I came to bring you something to eat, but you fooled me into giving you an interview, and then joined the radio station."

"Who fooled you?"

Lin Wancongee pursed her lips, and then used the topic to play, "Don't touch it, you are responsible for losing something." ”

"Got it"

Xu Cheng's tail note dragged on for a long time.

Lin Wancongee put the schoolbag on the table where she often sits, and sorted out the things on the table one by one, because she hadn't come for too long, a lot of dust had accumulated, and the girl who loved cleanliness had to wipe it clean with a paper towel before putting it back in the schoolbag.

At this time, Xu Cheng stood next to him and sat leisurely.

Lin Wancongee couldn't help but pat the table.

"Come and help, Xu Cheng."

The boy gave her a strange look, "Didn't you let me touch things?" ”

"Me"

Lin Wan's blood pressure was a little higher.

He must have done it on purpose!

I remember that she usually didn't let him do whatever he wanted, and I didn't see him obey it.

"Will you help?"

"Help, help, help"

Seeing the frost floating on the girl's face, Xu Cheng didn't dare to tease her, leaned over to help her wipe the dust, and muttered quietly in her mouth.

"Women are so fickle."

When Lin Wancongee heard it, she immediately stepped on him.

"What do you mean by fickleness?"

"No, no, no, the changeable girl is really super cute."

Listening to this guy's rhetoric, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the corners of her mouth curled into a beautiful arc.

I heard that after getting married, many people will gradually get tired of each other because they have been with their partners for too long, and their enthusiasm for loving each other will slowly dissipate.

Lin Wancongee also thought about her future.

If that person is Xu Cheng, her enthusiasm will not dissipate

After all, they've known each other for so long, and they're more familiar with each other than anyone else in the world.

But there is no boredom of two looks, but there is always a sense of freshness.

Occasionally, I read a quote in a magazine: if your partner is a book, then the best partner is one who will take a lifetime to read.

Lin Wancongee was thinking at the time, maybe Xu Cheng was a book she could read for a long time.

"What is this?"

Xu Cheng picked up a notepad that had been accumulated under the table for a long time and looked at it, and Lin Wancongee also leaned his head over when he heard this.

"Job evaluation book?"

Xu Cheng read out a few printed fonts on the title page, and then casually flipped through the contents, which seemed to be Lin Wancongee's handwriting.

[December 31, 2007, cloudy.] 】

[Woo, today is my loss.] 】

[I was bullied by a nasty ghost, and he actually asked me to call him husband! ] 】

[It's just excessive! 】

[Really, how can this kind of thing be shouted casually. 】

[In the end, the one who was bullied by him still screamed.] 】

[This matter must be remembered to the death. 】

[When he gets married in the future, tell his wife about it. 】

Soon, the girl moved quickly, and she snapped the book on the table.

"Mess up, flip what!" , her pupils trembled, her little face was flushed, and she was about to drip water.

She didn't remember what it was.

When the freshman and two were male and female broadcasters, they had to write a work evaluation at the end of the broadcast, although Pei Xueqi did not have a hard and fast rule, Lin Wancongee still recorded it every day.

What is written above is not so much an evaluation as a diary, recording her and Xu Cheng's daily broadcasting routine.

"Did you write this kind of thing as a job review before?" , Xu Cheng was still shocked.

He didn't know that Lin Wancongee actually wrote such a thick work evaluation behind his back.

He just glanced at it, and it seemed to be full of small complaints about "I won today" and "I lost today", naughty and cute feelings.

"You have to take care of it."

"That's why you used to call me old."

Before Xu Cheng could say all his words, he was pinched by Lin Wan's porridge and grabbed the soft flesh on his waist.

Now she is really anxious, and she uses more force.

"It hurts, it hurts, I won't talk about Lin Wan's porridge."

"I think you still dare to say it." The girl snorted softly.

Xu Cheng rubbed the pinched place for a while, he couldn't figure out how such a soft little hand could be used so vigorously.

But the pain is short-lived, but the curiosity is always tickling in the chest.

"Lin Wan Congee, let's take a look together, I will definitely not laugh at you."

"No."

"Isn't it just a reminiscence of the past together?"

Xu Cheng pulled the girl to sit down in front of the broadcasting station, "Well, we are still sitting in the broadcasting position, watching these things together, do you feel like you are back in the first year of high school?" ”

The girl was very fond of his demagoguery, and her mind began to waver a little, and her little hand, which had been holding the book, loosened a lot.

"Bring it to you."

"Huh? You"

"Okay, okay, let's take a look."

Xu Cheng held the girl's little hand that reached out and pinched him.

His palms were big and hot, and the girl's little hands soon became soft and powerless in his palms.

Just watched Xu Cheng spread the book on the broadcasting platform.

Lin Wancongee quietly glanced at his gaze, which was really serious and serious, which made the girl feel that it was not impossible to show him.

In fact, it is the same as the previous letters.

Half-pushed, half-showed him, in fact, it's nothing.

The two of them looked at the past together.

Seeing that the girl has a record of winning and losing, the two laughed out loud from time to time, they laughed differently, sometimes the other party laughed, and the other just looked at each other strangely.

The orange setting sun poured in through the thin curtains, giving the entire radio station classroom a slightly ambiguous shade of dusk.

For a moment, they felt like they were back in the evening when they were broadcasting every day.

"It's so short, a year is recorded in a notebook."

Xu Cheng sighed, and Lin Wancongee was also a little stunned in her heart.

She looked up and looked around again.

The pot of small spider plants on the window has grown so big, and it is still a big pot that she changed by herself.

"It's over, and I seem to be a little reluctant."

"It's normal, people have the factor of hoarding in their bones, so whenever they say goodbye, they will feel that they have been deprived of part of the elements they have hoarded, and they will feel reluctant."

The girl looked at him strangely.

"Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"

Xu Cheng coughed.

"Didn't I see that you were a little melancholy, so I would like to comfort you."

"You're comforting?"

"Why not? Comrade Lin Wancongee, Shakespeare once said, all the past is a prologue, let us embrace the next life positively and enthusiastically. ”

"Nerves, you."

The girl giggled and patted him.

Then he looked out the window and muttered for a few seconds.

"But before I do that, I have one more time to say goodbye."

"How do you say goodbye?" , Xu Cheng asked.

The left hand was still in Xu Cheng's hand, so Lin Wancongee used his left hand to press it a few times familiarly.

With a buzzing electronic noise, she turned on the broadcasting equipment.

Lin Wancongee straightened the microphone, adjusted the sound, and then leaned over to the microphone.

At this moment, there was a bright light in her eyes, like a scene from the past.

Against the background of the sky at this moment, orange clouds.

Warm, soft.

She spoke softly.

The sound is crisp and beautiful, echoing in every corner and classroom of the empty campus.

"This is the campus radio station, hello everyone, I'm today's announcer Lin Wancongee."

After that, she paused, perhaps because her behavior was too abrupt, and suddenly became a little nervous.

The little hand clenched a little unconsciously.

Her hand was still being pulled by Xu Cheng.

Warm and hot, you can feel his scorching body temperature.

This reminded Lin Wancongee of the first broadcast, because she was nervous, Xu Cheng held her hand at that time.

Later, when she broadcast countless times, she stipulated that she would only pull for a short while, but this guy always stopped the whole time.

It's a radio station, but it's not just a radio station.

Because it carries too many memories, those places and corners become special, those boring jobs become interesting, and those repetitive lives become difficult to give up.

"Today is the last day of broadcasting work"

The girl was silent for a long time, and now she didn't know what to say or how to say goodbye to the impulse just now.

At this time, there was a slightly magnetic voice of the young man in his ears.

"Xu Cheng, out."

The girl glanced sideways at him, and the boy squeezed her hand encouragingly, and then said to her with a mouth.

"Farewell."

In fact, Lin Wancongee didn't understand this mouth shape.

But she suddenly remembered what Xu Cheng had just said.

He said a lot, and it was very funny, but when she thought about it now, the only thing that impressed her the most was Shakespeare's beautiful line-

All the past is prologue.

"Lin Wan porridge, out."

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