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Chapter 97 Seeing You Again, On That Campus

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    There are only endless nights and mornings in the school, and the day is blurred. I sleep on the books and dream, college dreams, love dreams, future dreams, and I see Yan Nan in my dreams.

    A hundred or so people were crowded into a small classroom. They couldn't even do the posture of bending over the table, and they stood stiffly.

    Bored, the soul drifts away from the body and escapes from the house, flying over the city, over the jungle, over the field, over the night sky, over the ocean.  Fly away and never come back again, sitting on the reef, watching the deep blue sea dipped in a ray of red light from the setting sun.  Hang it on the moon hook to see the dark forest and some bright farmhouses.

    Wandering, on the desert, walking through the forest full of cacti and Populus euphratica, floating in the air, whispering with the stars scattered in the sky.  Yan Nan, I can pick the stars and hold the moon for you, as long as you let me do so.

    ? On rainy days, the rain shattered the surface of the lake. Frogs came out of the lotus and stepped on the lotus leaves into the water. I wanted to fly into the air and look down at the fish jumping out with their mouths open to breathe.

    I fly, fly, fly to every corner of the world looking for you.  I couldn't find you, so I sat on the ruined city wall and sobbed, I sat beside the old chimney and lost my mind, I hid in the abandoned carriage, I picked up the broken hearts one by one, stringed them together with tears, and barely sewed them up.

    It was snowing, and I sat alone on the top of the mountain, dressed myself as a snowman, and hibernated in the frozen snowdrifts.  Before spring comes, it breaks out of its shell, and the wind blows ice slag and sprinkles silver threads under the blue sky.

    In summer there is a thunderstorm, and I walk under the dark clouds, using the lightning as a flashlight to show where you are.

    My beard grew and drooped to my heels, my body was dry and I had no strength, so I walked forward, measuring the distance with steps.

    I still remember opening the windows to watch the sunrise and sunset when I was a child, and I still remember lying on the grass and opening the night to watch shooting stars and myths.  All shooting stars are alive, I use the last bit of strength of my life to fly into the sky, grab a shooting star, drag a long line, float in the air, sleep in the memory, and dream sweet dreams.

    Finally, at a certain moment on a certain day, in a certain corner of a certain place, I was tired, fell into a deep sleep, died, and turned into countless phosphorous stars after death. When the wind blows, all of them float to the sky  , fly over the forest, fly over the sea, fly over the desert and fly to every city and village Floating in all directions, looking for you

    Learn to wait again, on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, I will wait for you there, waiting for you to appear

    Seeing you, God finally took care of my hard work.  There is one day before the college entrance examination, and the countdown sign on the blackboard has already been taken off and put in everyone's heart.  Go to the school gate to see the layout of the examination room.  From a distance, the crowd in front of the bulletin board huddled together and dispersed, huddled together again, like ants carrying a pile of food, huddled into a black group, and gradually revealed the food.

    No. 1 Middle School is a key high school in the city. It has a huge campus and an exam center is set up every year. More than half of the city's candidates take the exam here.  I squeezed into the crowd, glanced at the layout of the examination room, and then came out, watching the crowd from a distance.

    Today I feel relaxed, and I always need such a state before the college entrance examination.  Put aside the books for a while, and take a rest to rest your mind.

    I looked up, the tall plane tree, the densely woven branches and leaves covered the sky, covering the blue sky, the sun squeezed hard, but was smashed into pieces, thousands of pieces of light were thrown to the ground, on the dark ground  Twinkle, twinkle.  Like a black cloak, rats have punched countless large and small holes, vaguely revealing the white sky.  Because there was just a light rain last night, the air was humid, cool, and moistened the lungs, but the mind was tired and paralyzed.  This world is dangling like in a dream, but the body is very relaxed, as if gone.  The mind is very calm, very calm, ready for tomorrow's exam, and the blood seems to stagnate steadily.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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