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    ? On the day after the college entrance examination, the boy's dormitory carried out a vigorous book tearing movement, as if with the crisp sound of paper torn, all the dull and depressed, from now on can leave their lives like those tattered books.  Meng Jingshu wasn't too crazy, he just put the book on the ground so that he could pack other luggage easily.

    Among the scattered piles of books, a portrait of a puppy slipped out, which seemed out of place among the many textbooks and practice materials.  He frowned and pulled it out to look.

    "The Mind of a Stray Dog"?

    ? Opening the inner page, a card fell out, with the girl's delicate font on it:

    Ms. Meng, happy birthday~

    Congratulations on becoming an adult~

    Best wishes, I believe you have heard it many times, so I won't repeat it.

    I send this book to you because I want to share with you my favorite sentence in the book: We are all looking for ideals, for this reason, the soul always wanders in the seasons.

    Hope that even after many years, we can still remember the original ideal.

    Xu Jiahong came back from the corridor after tearing up a trip, passed by him, and looked more curiously.

    "Yo, it's the name of our vice monitor, right?"

    Meng Jingshu gave a faint "hmm" and put the card back into the book.

    Then, throw the book into the suitcase.

    Many years later?

    She talks so much, and she is very good at remembering the details. If she throws it away, it will be difficult to explain when she asks about it later

    High school sophomore.

    Next week is the final physical fitness test again, and it's time to run the 800 meters again.  But Jiang Ying felt that with her state, she could only run 200 meters and walk to the finish line

    So encouraged by Huang Yanfei, she reluctantly went to the playground to practice after school in the afternoon.

    It's a pity that Mr. Jiang is lazy. After running 400 meters in five minutes, he was really tired. He simply took out the booklet of ancient poetry and memorized it while walking. The euphemistic name is: Gradually improve physical fitness.

    Three days later, no progress.

    Huang Yanfei bit the bullet and continued to drag her friend to the playground, and endured her little complaints.

    "If you don't pass, you don't pass. What can you do to me? Can you not let me graduate?"

    "I don't think it works at all. I just can't run. I just don't have the talent to run."

    Huang Yanfei poked her: "You are lazy and don't want to move!"

    Jiang Ying felt wronged and depressed.

    At this time, Meng Jingshu was taking a break from playing football, ran to buy ice water, and walked quickly past the plastic track.

    Jiang Ying stopped him impulsively, and said, "Meng Jingshu, are you born to run faster? But a person who is born to run slowly, no matter how hard he practices, he can't run fast, right?  Because the upper limit is there."

    He stopped and glanced at her.

    "Not necessarily. But first," he calmly pulled the pamphlet from her hand, "don't take a walk while reading, run."

    The boy's wide and warm palm brushed against hers, and Jiang Ying's ears felt instantly hot

    High school.

    At that time, a swipe-screen game called fruit cutting emerged, and it became popular among high school students with lightning speed.  Smartphones with full touch screens have just been on the market, and they are still rare items.  There are always a group of people in every class eagerly waiting for the mobile phone of the tide player, waiting for when it will be their turn.  As a high school student with ideals, who doesn't want to cut fruit to break the record?

    Finally, when the boys in the class were playing a ball game, the mobile phone in Xu Jiahong's hand was empty, Jiang Yingmei took over, and everything took more than an hour.

    Later, the crowd gradually dispersed, and she was still sitting on the stone steps by the side of the court like an old monk in meditation.

    Someone came to her and asked her, "Is it fun?"

    Jiang Ying raised his eyelids and took a look, oh, it's the cool and handsome Meng Meng.

    She said reservedly: "It's okay."

    Two minutes later, handsome Meng was still monitoring her battle situation.

    She asked a little embarrassedly: "Do you want to play too?"

    "no."

    "Then why why don't you leave?"

    He said lightly: "Wait to use my mobile phone."

    Jiang Ying was taken aback.

    game over

    The summer vacation after the high school entrance examination.

    It was the day of the longest total solar eclipse in this century that their high school announced the roster of new students.

    During Meng Jing's book exam, she got into an argument with her grandfather because of some insignificant matters, and angrily gave up the last subject of the exam.  As a result, the final grades did not reach the score line of the key high schools, and they were severely punished.Just hit.

    Grandpa Meng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, but he could only put down his old face and use his connections to put his disappointing grandson into a key class in a key high school.

    The school leader flattered and flattered his grandfather. Meng Jingshu's ears were numb when he heard it, and he walked away by himself on the pretext that he wanted to visit the campus.

    He walked to the tree-lined school road, and further ahead was the teaching area. The crowd on the waiting list was crowded, and he didn't bother to go there.

    There is an old gazebo on one side, and a girl stands beside some painted pillars. She puts a pair of ugly cartoon mirrors on top of her short-sighted glasses, and is looking straight through the two pairs of glasses.  The sky outside the shade of the trees looks as silly as possible.

    He was inexplicably drawn, followed her line of sight, and his eyes instantly turned black.

    He quickly closed his eyes and cursed.

    This movement caught the girl's attention. She took off her ugly glasses and looked over to understand what happened.

    "Student," she said kindly, "You can't look directly at a solar eclipse with the naked eye. Don't you have eclipse glasses?"

    He was still recovering his vision, only to see that the eyeballs in her mirror frame were shockingly black.

    She understood: "It's okay, I have an extra pair, here you are."

    She took out another pair of extremely ugly glasses from her schoolbag and handed it to him.

    Meng Jingshu frowned and refused to answer.

    She said: "It's okay, it's only five yuan, and it was given to me by someone else. Just take it."

    She held up the pair of glasses persistently, Meng Jingshu didn't know what to think, but she really accepted it.

    At this time, another girl called her from a distance: "Jiang Ying! The list is out, come here!"

    "It's coming!" She threw her pair of glasses into her schoolbag and ran towards her friend quickly.

    Meng Jingshu had nothing to do, so he followed him to have a look.

    Many people of the same age crowded in front of the bulletin board, screaming like a nest of newly born birds.  Meng Jingshu felt uncomfortable being squeezed, thinking that since his name was not here, he really didn't know why he came here, and his brain twitched.

    Turning around, I saw the silly girl just now, who was crying with her friend.

    "Why are we so close in grades? You are in class 8 and I am in class 10. Did God deliberately want to separate us!"

    God who wants to talk to you?  Really think too much.

    Meng Jingshu didn't stay long, because his grandfather called him and asked him to go to the grade director's office.

    Arriving at the office, grandpa was indeed being coaxed into a flushed face.

    Five pieces of 4a paper were placed in front of him.

    The grade director said with a smile: "8, 9, 10, 11, 12, five experimental classes, which one do you like?"

    Grandpa pointed to Jiangshan: "I've read it for you. There are three classmates from your junior high school class in class 9, and the Chinese teacher in class 11 is a classmate of your second aunt. Which one do you choose?"

    Meng Jingshu glanced down at the dense list and made a decision in a few seconds.

    "Then, Class 10."

    Mr. Meng stretched his cane and glared fiercely.  And he scratched the back of his neck, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

    He has experienced nearly a decade of adolescent escape.

    When I was ignorant of my youth, I dreamed alone.

    If you are willing to look back, the very beginning.

    It was just a drop of water in the heart lake.

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