Born to Run

　　 "Okay, let's end get out of class."

　　 Crisp electric bells rang inside and outside the campus. On the podium of the first grade (1) class, Zhang Xiaolong closed the lecture, glanced at the agitated students under the podium, and did not leave the classroom directly as in the past.

　　 instead walked off the stage and waved at Ye Qin in the last row, "Ye Qin, come to the office with me!"

　　 Sitting at the desk, Ye Qin, who was immersed in his notes, was slightly taken aback when he heard Zhang Xiaolong's words, then he hurriedly stood up and followed Zhang Xiaolong out of the classroom.

　　 In the teacher's office, Zhang Xiaolong put down the handouts at his desk, took a sip of tea from the thermos cup on the desk, turned his head and looked up and down at Ye Qin, frowning inadvertently.

　　 "Teacher Zhang, what's the matter?" Ye Qin asked Zhang Xiaolong's gaze uncomfortably, a little confused.

"You seem to have lost a lot recently." Zhang Xiaolong looked at Ye Qin's dark skin and his cheeks seemed to be sunken. The cheekbones were a little raised. People looked pretty energetic, but the dark circles appeared a little bit. weight.

　　 "Uh, no..." Ye Qin scratched his head, he was a little surprised Zhang Xiaolong would talk about this, and I don't know how to answer.

　　 The two months of training before the city middle school sports meeting, I practiced for a while every day, but most of them were basic track and field rules and some knowledge of running skills. And the recent training intensity is obviously much more than before, almost one and a half hours of training every day, and then he has to hurry up to study and class. He only occasionally feels a little tired, but some changes are already quite obvious to outsiders.

　　 "Wear more clothes. The weather is getting faster and it may be snowing."

Although Xiushui County is already in southern China, it is located in a remote mountainous area in the northern part of Haixi Province. There will always be one or two snowfalls every year when encountering cold air and going south.

After Zhang Xiaolong said this sentence, he didn't dwell on this topic any more. Instead, he pointed his finger at Ye Qinxu and clicked, "I also heard about you giving up going to the sports professional team and staying in school. Although this opportunity is a shame. , But I still support it. Athletes eat a "youth meal". Although I don’t know what’s in the sports system, I have seen the life of many athletes after retirement, and there are so many athletes across the country that can really win prizes. How many people can be famous for winning championships? What is the use of having an organization to get wages? If you have no education, look at the big laid-offs in the past few years, don't you all return to their original form? Reading a good book is the truth, and only with cultural knowledge can you have it in the future. Rely on. And..."

Zhang Xiaolong paused after speaking, "Mr. Yan communicated with me and said that your sports talents should not be buried. It is very possible to go to a good university by taking the path of sports specialties. I think this is very good. Your grades It’s not bad in our class, and there are bonus points for college entrance examination sports skills, and you will definitely be able to go to a good school. When you get to college, your horizons will broaden. If you want to develop sports, you can come back then."

　　 "Yeah." Ye Qin nodded slightly. He just didn't want to give up the opportunity to go to school now. He hadn't thought so much about refusing the recruitment of coach Zhao from the Vanguard Sports Association.

"It's good if you understand it yourself. You can't relax in your studies." Zhang Xiaolong walked back to his desk and took out a printed form from the drawer and handed it to Ye Qin. "Go back and fill in this form before taking it. Come and give it to me."

　　 "Teacher, what is this?" Ye Qin looked at the bursary application form in his hand, a little surprised.

"This is different from reducing or exempting your tuition and miscellaneous fees and subsidies. This is a national scholarship, and the number of places is limited. I finally got it." At this point, Zhang Xiaolong laughed, "You didn't even go to the professional team to stay in school. Yes, this school has to give you some benefits. Alright, class is about to start, let’s go."

　　 "Thank you, teacher." Ye Qin didn't say much, just thanked him softly.

Before entering high school, he didn’t know much about scholarships, or there are countless people in Shangyun Village, Xiaoli Town, who need subsidies in this respect. The number of subsistence allowance households in the village is nothing but top-grabbing. . When I arrived in high school, I learned a little bit. Personal application forms and certificates of all levels were quite troublesome. The teenager who was a little sensitive because of his low self-esteem also lost his mind. I didn't expect that the school would take the initiative to give him this place.

　　 Back to the classroom, the class bell didn't ring yet, Ye Qin sat back in his place again, put the bursary application form in the book and put it away, a sound of shortness of breath suddenly sounded in his ears.

　　 "Yep Chin, I have your letter."

　　 Sun Yuguang took a breath and handed a thick envelope in his hand to Ye Qin, "I just went to the school gate and bought a bun. I just saw your letter and brought it to you."

　　 "My letter?" Ye Qin took the letter handed over by Sun Yuguang, with a look of doubt on his face. The envelope was almost as thick as a paper, and it was obviously filled with a lot of things.

　　 "Too late to eat in the morning, I starved to death." Sun Yuguang sat down and took out the buns he had just bought and took two bites. "It was sent from Linzhou. Do you have relatives in Linzhou?"

　　 Ye Qin glanced at the address on the envelope, stuffed the envelope into the drawer, and nodded slightly, "Well, there are relatives working over there."

　　 The bell rang after the fourth get out of class in the morning, and the classroom became noisy again.

　　 It's noon, whether it's boarding students or day students, they all start things in a hurry, go to the cafeteria to eat, or go home from school.

　　 Ye Qin sat in his seat and did not move. He first reviewed the content of the morning course, and waited until everyone in the class was almost gone, then took out the thick letter from the drawer. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 carefully tore open the short side opening along the edge, tilted it slightly, and a large pile of photos spilled out.

　　 There is no letter paper, only two dozen photos.

Ye Qin looked at them one by one. There are many backgrounds in the photos, but there is always only one person in the most beautiful scenery, from the yellow dress in summer to the denim trousers in autumn, and recently wearing a thick hat. Down jacket.

Each of the twenty-odd photos had the date of the photo taken at the back and a strange number. Ye Qin looked at the number behind the photo and was a little confused, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly remembered the representative. Meaning.

　　 Every photo seems to record all the time points in the half year of winter after the last summer parting.

　　 The last photo is a landscape photo of the snowy stone bridge. The owner of the photo did not show his face as before. The snow in the photo is not too thick. I think it was taken recently when the weather has turned cold. Only the railings by the bridge and the lamp shade were scattered white, and the lake and sky in the distance were gray, and the scenery was not so beautiful.

When I was a child, I saw an excerpt from "The Legend of the White Snake: Broken Bridge" sung by a troupe who didn’t know where it came from. Zhou, Leifeng Pagoda, Jinshan Temple, and Broken Bridge are all imprinted in my heart.

　　 grew up a little bit, and occasionally read about the Ten Scenic Views of West Lake. Knowing that her family is all in Linzhou, I dimly think that she might live there someday.

　　The broken bridge meets, and the remnant snow on the broken bridge has probably become a scene he yearns for.

　　 On the back of the photo, in addition to the date of shooting and the number of days apart, there are also a few words written with a pen.

　　 "Ye Qin, come on!"