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In mid-November, when the weather turned cold, grandma was looking at her newly customized autumn and winter ready-to-wear in front of the pier mirror, while listening to Yan Cheng's phone call outside the door.

Yan Cheng said: "I know... I haven't thought about it yet, isn't there still a month... It's not too late, if I really want to go, there will be time... I know it in my heart, um, that's it."

After hanging up the phone, he opened the door and entered.

Grandma turned her head and smiled and asked, "How about this suit?"

Yan Cheng nodded, "It's beautiful."

Grandma also thought it was good.

Yan Cheng said, "If you don't feel well, don't go."

The seasons are changing, and grandma seems to have a headache these days from the cold.

But the grandma said, "Have you found the school yet?" She also gave her grandson a lot of references before, including the school that she, Grandpa Yan and Tan Ying attended. Also think about it.

Hearing grandma's question, Yan Cheng pursed his lips, but there was no answer.

Grandma nodded, "If that's the case, then we will continue as usual."

She knew that the two father and son over there were obviously a little anxious recently. In fact, it was getting late. If Yan Cheng hadn't taken the college entrance examination, he would have passed the language barrier in October and November and was ready to go out. But Yan Cheng hasn't even decided on a school yet. , the members of the Yan family are naturally worried.But grandma is more open-minded than them. Since Yan Cheng works hard in class and exams, then of course she must cheer him on at the parent-teacher meeting night as usual and accept the flattery of all parties.

Yan Cheng's heart warmed, he thought for a moment, and couldn't help saying, "Grandma, if you come back, I have something to tell you."

Yan Cheng was always polite to the two elders, but he seldom spoke in such a solemn and rigorous manner. Grandma was also a little surprised, but she seemed to feel something faintly in her heart.

She nodded.

Yan Cheng went to school with her, and then ran to the student dormitory to find Ji Qiao.

Jiao Jianshuo was there, and he was not surprised to see Yan Cheng, and with He Ping's incident before him, no one in the middle school now knows that Ji Qiao can't be messed with.

So everyone just said hello and went about their own business. In the senior year of high school, even if they were unreliable, they at least put in some playful thoughts. Everyone in the room was reading in silence, and there were occasional chatters of flipping through the papers. sound.Ji Qiao was lying on the bed listening to English, and when she saw Yan Cheng, she rolled her eyelids and remained motionless.

Yan Cheng pulled his chair away and sat down, took Ji Qiao's half-read reference book, and continued reading where he had the bookmark.

But after a while, Yan Cheng turned his head impatiently and stared at the person who kept pressing and pressing the ballpoint pen in his hand and making noise.

Sun Xiaojun hurriedly stopped when he received Yan Cheng's gaze, but he was not at ease in his heart, he had committed an old problem, and tonight he had to know the mid-term exam scores, so how could he feel at ease.

Jiao Jianshuo couldn't help but said, "You've already entered class (1), and you're still afraid of shit."

Sun Xiaojun said, "I'm more afraid of it when I enter."

Kong Bin on the side also rarely put down the book, "Oh, to be honest, I can't read it either. I heard that the difficulty this time is the same as last year, and there is still a certain reference. If the score gap is too big ..." He didn't dare to say anything later.

Sun Xiaojun's face turned pale at what he said.

Jiao Jianshuo was also annoyed, so he couldn't help but waved his hand, "Don't mention this, let's talk about something else, isn't there a party for senior one and senior two on Christmas day? I heard that there will be a program for each class, do you have tickets?"

Sun Xiaojun shook his head disinterestedly.

Instead, Kong Bin discussed with Jiao Jianshuo in a low voice.

Yan Cheng listened for a while, looked up at Ji Qiao, and asked, "Are you free that day?"

Ji Qiao squinted her eyes, two rows of eyelashes cast deep shadows under her eyes, and said, "No time."

I was not free last year, and I am not free this year. It seems that this season is not because the winter solstice is approaching, but because it is Ji Xiaoze's death day.

Yan Cheng thought of the fall he had suffered last year, and said, "I'll take you there."

Ji Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and she slightly opened her eyes.

Yan Cheng couldn't quite see the expression in his eyes, but he heard Ji Qiao's cold rejection.

"Need not."

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Finally, when the parent meeting was over, Yan Cheng and Ji Qiao returned to the class, and the group rushed to the bulletin board to check their grades again excitedly, but this time, Yan Cheng didn't need to look for them, the teacher patted him and happily reported.

Grandma was also smiling proudly at the side, Yan Cheng's Chinese has improved a lot, and the composition he wrote is just right for the topic, so the ranking immediately reached the top three in the science class of the grade, while Ji Qiao still firmly sits in the first place.

After facing the compliments decently, Yan Cheng greeted Ji Qiao and left with his grandmother first.

In the car, grandma didn't speak the whole time, and the expression on her face was also indifferent, Yan Cheng followed suit in his heart.

Sure enough, when she got home, grandma said to Yan Cheng, "Now, you can tell me your decision." Yan Cheng made such a big noise that even a fool would know what he was thinking.

Yan Cheng paused, and then said seriously, "Grandma, I don't want to go abroad anymore."

……

The life of the top students is not so easy. Compared with the life of partial subjects in which he was free to choose the subjects he is good at and like before, now Yan Cheng seems to be experiencing the pain of studies.

His memory is not bad, but he just doesn't have any interest in those ancient Chinese prose that insist on words, and sometimes he can't help but doze off when he reads them, unless Ji Qiao can accompany him and give Yan Cheng a limited time, such as an hour You must memorize how much and understand how much, otherwise Yan Chengzhun will be confused.

Ji Qiao didn't really want to stare at him, but he is very responsible in everything he does. If he promised Yan Cheng to make up lessons for him and supervise him, then he would never release the water easily, and Yan Cheng was originally Extremely afraid of Ji Qiao's cold violence, Ji Qiao doesn't need to do any extreme behaviors, as long as he is stern, unhappy, or ignoring him, Yan Cheng will be more obedient than anyone else, and no one will come This effect.

Sometimes Yan Cheng also feels that he is a bit cowardly like this, but his dignity and prestige has long been lost in front of Ji Qiao. As long as Ji Qiao doesn't make trouble with him, Yan Cheng is willing to do anything.

In a blink of an eye, it’s winter again, the weather is getting colder every day, and getting up is getting harder every day, but the attached middle school began to require students to arrive at school 10 minutes earlier, including 10 minutes of morning jogging time, in the name of exercising senior high school students The physique, and then add two hours of evening self-study, get out of class at 07:30, and have classes all day on Saturday.

Christmas Day also happened to be Saturday, and Ji Qiao asked for leave.

He got up earlier than everyone in the dormitory, and he went out after washing up. There was no snow this year, but there was still night frost on the road, and there was a lot of moisture in the air. trembling.

Just after leaving the school gate, Ji Qiao suddenly stopped in her tracks, and saw a black car parked not far away, its two bright headlights pierced the icy night, one person was pushing the car door, presumably being caught The cold outside was freezing, she couldn't help shrinking her neck, and then walked straight towards Ji Qiao.

Ji Qiao looked at him without saying a word.

Yan Cheng said, "Get in the car."

Ji quietly didn't move.

Yan Cheng repeated, "Take the car from the cemetery to detour."

Ji Qiao still didn't move.

Yan Cheng sighed, "I won't go up, I'll just send you there."

Yan Cheng stretched out his hand to take his bag, but Ji Qiao didn't resist.

That place is really remote, even if you have a private car to drive for two hours, you can't get there. After getting in the car, Yan Cheng handed Ji Qiao something to go.

Ji Qiao silently held the quicksand bag that was still warm in her hand, thinking of the layer of frost attached to the car door just now, she didn't know what time Yan Cheng had come to wait for, and how long she had waited for.

He opened the bag and took a bite, then glanced at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng asked cautiously, "Isn't it sweet?" Ji Qiao doesn't like to eat too sweet things.

Ji Qiao said, "Sweet..."

Yan Cheng: "Then I eat?"

Ji Qiao swallowed it gulp by herself.

Yan Cheng looked at his calm and white profile, and didn't feel any hardship at all.

After eating, Ji Qiao closed her eyes and fell asleep for a while, but she didn't fall asleep at first, she could still feel that Yan Cheng took a piece of clothing to cover her body, tucking the corners for him from time to time, and then she really fell asleep at some point After passing by, when he opened his eyes again, he was lying on Yan Cheng's lap, and the warm sunlight was shining on Ji Qiao's body through the car window.

The driver stopped the car and the cemetery arrived.

Ji Qiao sat up and returned the clothes to Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng watched him push the door down, and after only two steps, he was captured by a group of old men and women who surrounded him, because they didn't come with the car, and only Ji Qiao was alone, so the surrounding was very miserable.Yan Cheng was startled, and hurriedly followed.

Ji Qiao was used to those residents selling sacrifices, but it was Yan Cheng who made a fuss and dragged his guard behind him, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Ji Qiao said helplessly, "You don't need to do this, just let go."

Yan Cheng didn't want to, so Ji Qiao had to break free by herself, and bought a bunch of flowers for ten yuan based on her previous experience.But the other party saw that they had come, so naturally it was not easy to dismiss them, so Yan Cheng couldn't help but pay for it, and bought a bundle of the most exquisitely packaged big lilies.

When the crowd dispersed, Yan Cheng also gave the flowers to Ji Qiao.

"Just take it as... my heart."

Ji Qiao didn't answer, turned around and left.

Yan Cheng's eyes darkened, he stared at the flowers in his hand in a daze, then looked up to see Ji Qiao standing not far away looking at him.

There seemed to be hesitation and struggle on his face, repeated for a while, his expression was difficult and changeable, Yan Cheng watched quietly, and finally made his own decision for him, stepped forward, took Ji Qiao's hand and walked forward.

Ji Qiao was stunned for a moment, but she still followed Yan Cheng's steps.

This place is indeed remote and rugged, the steps between the stones are so stepped that you can't see it, it is easy to slip if you are not careful, the humidity in the mountains is heavier, Ji Qiao slipped and almost stepped on the air several times, thanks to Yan Cheng's help, Yan Cheng didn't know How did he come here alone in previous years, and it may not be the first time he has wrestled.

It stands to reason that even if Ji Xiaoze got that kind of result after being down and suffering, he wouldn't be able to afford to bury a good grave. It's probably his choice. This also shows how firm Ji Xiaoze's heart was to abandon himself and keep a low profile before he passed away. He is dead, as long as the people who should remember him remember him, it doesn't matter if they can't remember him, it's enough for the living to live well.

After climbing for about half an hour, the two finally reached the top of the mountain.

Yan Cheng glanced at the face of the person on the stele. It should be a photo of Ji Qiao before she was born. After all, Ji Qiao inherited part of Chi Shuyi's beauty and delicacy. The line from the chin to the mouth is softer, while Ji Xiaoze is more heroic. Although it's just a light black and white photo, its appearance is really outstanding, like the male protagonist in an old movie of the last century, and it also has the charm that makes women flock to it.

Ji Qiao leaned over and placed the white chrysanthemum in front of the monument, and there was already a bouquet of exquisite and luxurious white roses beside it.