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When they were in the first year of high school, the English teacher told them that the brothers and sisters in the third year of high school would not give themselves holidays during the Spring Festival, and they would come to school after dinner on New Year's Eve. Lin Lian snorted at that time, what he hated most was this Kind of a lunatic who thinks about studying all day long, but he didn't expect that in his third year of high school, he really became the kind of person he didn't agree with at that time.

Both Lin Jianshu and Tao Xianxia persuaded him to take a break no matter what, but Lin Lian didn't listen. He just felt that all kinds of entertainment during the Spring Festival gave him a headache, and the seven aunts and eight aunts had to fake smiles While answering their questions, the smell of cigarettes made him want to cough. After eating hastily, he slipped away and went back to the classroom to study by himself.

I have to say that most people's good grades are really not out of playing. How many seats are vacant at the New Year's Day party, how many people are sitting in the classroom now, Lin Lian almost knocked over a pile of books from his classmates when he entered, and no one in the class was stunned People look up!

"Brother Lian," Wen Mingche, who was also assigned to this class, covered his mouth with a draft book and lowered his voice, "Do you think this class is as quiet as a bunch of dead people?"

"Shut up, brother Lian is going to become a dead man soon." Lin Lian poked a hole in his draft book and buried himself in the exercise book.

Jiang Cun, on the other hand, was busy with various school exams, carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment on his back and shuttling between various exam centers. Fang Zijin’s report time basically happened to be staggered with him, and he had no companion on the road. People eat boxed lunches, and when they return to the rental house, they are exhausted physically and mentally, tired and sleepy but also insomnia. It is simply a terrible experience in life.

Qingmei must apply for it, but he can't just hang himself on this tree. The person next to him reminded him to paint in warm colors when he was almost finished drawing a certain exam. Jiang Cun looked at the bright and cool colors on the drawing board, wondering what to do It's good to say something, suddenly want to smash the drawing board and drop the pen, and run anywhere to yell.

He didn't know why he felt so depressed. He waited for the results every day in torment. His hands were so cold that he couldn't even draw so smoothly. However, Qingmei's exam time was later, and the closer it was, the more nervous he became.

When you are nervous, accidents are easy to happen.

Jiang Cun clearly remembered that when he went out early in the morning, he zipped up his backpack. Unexpectedly, when he was going down the stairs, he was bumped by an examinee inadvertently. His center of gravity was unstable, and he rolled down the stairs with his bag. Going down, it hurt his back.

The moment he fell to the ground, all the things in the backpack were thrown out, and the paints were confusedly huddled together, arranged in shocking shapes with various pencils, and painted the easel and toolbox with colorful colors.

I don't know if it was just pretending, but the man exclaimed, helped Jiang save it very apologetically, and even took out a tissue to wipe the ashes off his body.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. You didn't fall, did you? You..."

The man kept apologizing like a mosquito, Jiang Cun only felt that all thoughts were lost, Qingmei's door was being closed to him, there were all kinds of emotions in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He just felt that his life might be ruined by this collision.

Once he set foot on the Dragon and Phoenix Terrace, he had worked so hard for so many years for this moment, but he never expected that he would miss the last step when meeting gods and gods and killing gods and Buddhas and Buddhas along the way.

He shook his head blankly, looked down at the miserable scene on the ground, refused to admit defeat, and was at a loss.

The man suddenly took out his mobile phone and answered the call. Jiang Cun remembered that Fang Zijin said that he must not be able to read Qingmei, so he didn't report. At this moment, he dialed his number as if grasping at straws.

The goddess of luck may have appeared at this moment. Jiang Cun always arrived at the test center half an hour earlier—especially today, he was almost five or ten minutes earlier. This matter came here without stopping, and even during the peak hours of work, there was no traffic jam for more than ten minutes, and the painting tools were delivered to Jiang Cun before the exam.

Jiang Cun only felt that he was close to death, so he glanced at Huangquan Road and walked back to the world.

"Jiang Cun, come on, you'll have to reimburse me for the fare later, it's almost forty!" Fang Zijin was out of breath, it's no wonder he was still sweating in such a cold day, fortunately Qingmei set up a car in Chaolin City The test site was not too far from Fang's house, otherwise he would have more than enough energy at the moment.

"Thank you." Jiang Cun took the heavy bag and walked towards the examination room.

"Adjust your mentality, come on!"

Fang Zijin yelled very loudly from behind, and Jiang Cun felt a warm current rushing up in his heart, and he didn't realize it all at once. This kind of emotion is called "moving".

Besides Lin Lian, he can have such a wonderful friend who can make him rush to deliver painting supplies with just a phone call.

Jiang Cun's test status was not good, at most he got seven or eight of his usual scores.

After walking out of the examination room, he felt as if he had fought a battle. He couldn't care about anything else. He was slightly dizzy before he stabilized his figure. Suddenly, he wanted to think about everything.

Whether Qingmei can go or not doesn't seem to be that important.

The meaning of life has never been limited to a good school - it has always been like this, giving you all kinds of strange questions, waiting for you to answer.

There was a clear light in Jiang Cun's eyes, and he just wanted to go back right away, take a shower and sleep.

And the boy who pretended to be him can be said to be in a very bad state. I don’t know if he suddenly fell ill or something. The result was without exception—it was barely a passing grade, maybe it was the way of heaven and reincarnation.

The school exam is finally over.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Lin Lian a message, the corners of his mouth raised and he couldn't hide his relief.

[Peach Planting Taoist]: Brother Lian, I have finished the exam.

[Peach Planting Taoist]: I will come back in a few days to make up cultural lessons, and I will wait for the results.

Seeing him walk out of the examination room, Fang Zijin hurriedly said, "Jiang Cun, how did you do in the exam?"

"It's okay," he yawned and blinked hard, "Thank you very much, Fang Zijin."

"We brothers still talk about that, walk around and eat, you pay for it."

Jiang Cun didn't tell Lin Lian when he was going back, and Lin Lian didn't go to the train station to pick him up. It happened that the exercise was over, and he ran back to the classroom sweating profusely. Suddenly, he found a figure from behind in the supposedly empty classroom of the second class. , Immediately stopped in the crowd.

"baby!"

Lin Lian just yelled at Jiang Cun in full view, and the students around turned their heads in surprise. The one outside who didn't think it was a big deal was still smiling brightly, and the one inside who was embarrassed had already blushed, and said in a very low voice. He replied "Brother Lian".

"Fuck, what is this doing?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, in broad daylight, so offensive, I love love!"

"I think I heard someone yell 'baby'? Who is so bold?"

Lin Lian ignored the group of gossiping hearts around him, and squeezed from the crowd to the door of the second class, and closed the door with a "bang", which made the glass tremble. He said, "Baby, are you back?"

"I'm going to study, don't bother me." Jiang Cun blushed and stared at Lin Lian solemnly. The two stared at each other for several seconds, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, baby, I won't bother you anymore. Have you found the teacher who made up the class? I have the notes of Xu Xianqing, who was admitted to Peking University last year. I'll bring them to you after school."

Jiang Cun nodded, and took out a round candy from his pocket. Originally, he brought back five or six candies, but who knew that the rest were accidentally crushed on the road, and this one was left intact. Put the candy in the Lin Lian's palm: "Brother Lian, this is made by Fang Zijin's mother, here it is for you."

Unwrapping the candy wrapper, inside was a chocolate ball wrapped in a layer of glutinous rice paper. Lin Lian had never seen such a big candy, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.

After chewing for a few times, I felt that the filling inside was not right. It was sweet and sour, which just relieved the greasy taste of chocolate - it was strawberry!

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the front door of the classroom being pushed open. Wen Mingche was making congratulatory gestures with a playful smile. Behind him were all the students in Class Two: "Hey, Brother Lian, secretly eating wedding candy here!"

The students who returned to their seats one after another let out a burst of good-natured laughter, and everyone cooperated: "Congratulations!"

Jiang Cun's ears felt hot again, but Lin Lian laughed along with him indifferently: "Okay, I'll treat you to real wedding candy then."

Learning was the most important thing during the class, Lin Lian didn't speak anymore, and returned to his class with Wen Mingche, suddenly felt that his tiredness seemed to be swept away, everything looked good, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

"Lin Lian, did you win the lottery today?" Yin Huaige walked into the classroom holding his homework book, saw his stupid look at a glance, and couldn't help but tease him.

"No, he just ate wedding candy!" Wen Mingche raised his hand proudly, and was immediately patted by Lin Lian's paw.

He looked serious: "Mr. Yin, don't listen to his nonsense, I just won the lottery."

Jiang Cun didn't dare to check the results on the day when the results came out, and he was slightly relieved when Lin Lian reported that he was ranked third in the city and 22nd in the country.

For more than ten years, he had been looking forward to this day.

"Fuck, baby, are you so good?"

Lin Lian hugged him, only felt that Jiang Cun's eyes were red, and whispered: "Brother Lian, I did it, I can be beautiful."

"No one will laugh at you in the future, baby, you are better than anyone."

The pencil sharpener keeps cutting off or even scratching your hands, the paint stains on your clothes and you can’t wash it off, your fingers are numb from the cold in winter, and you still wash the paint tray under the sink, the white color is borrowed, leaving messy marks, alone Blowing the cold wind and rushing to the test centers of various schools... Those sufferings that I once suffered for learning to draw are now all turned into scores on the report card, and all the grievances and unwillingness are gone at this moment.

He knew that his efforts had paid off.

Then there is only tutoring for cultural lessons.

Almost the same schedule as Lin Lian, the two went to class together and finished class together, and supervised each other memorizing words when they went to the cafeteria to eat. Jiang Cun didn't know that he was a genius, so he worked harder than others.

As of the end of the college entrance examination, there was a midterm exam and three mock exams for the final exam. He could only pass more than 700 in the first time, 400 in the second time, and 300 in the third time. Finally, he returned to the pre-training level level.

Some people will only be sourly jealous behind their backs that "an art student can do better than me in the exam", but they don't know how they study.

Lin Lian and the others felt as if their entire dormitory had been beaten with chicken blood. They specially applied to the school for the use of small desk lamps at night. He was holding a huge thermos cup filled with tea made by Xiao Hong, and the table was full of exercise books collected from seniors and sisters; Duili; Lin Lian and Jiang Cun stood side by side, one wearing earphones and listening to the cloze to fill in the blanks, and the other frantically checking for omissions and filling in the gaps in Xu Xianqing's notes.

If reading is also a battle, they are like soldiers who never give up on the battlefield, even if they are scarred, they will stand up and sweep the army.

Time dissolves all sweet things, but not dreams.

They all have their own pride, and no one admits defeat, looking forward to the day when they receive the admission letter and feel proud.

He Jingran slept in the same room with a group of high school bullies, and the competitive spirit in his heart was also aroused. Then he heard that Fang Zijin was also among the best in their school, and his fighting spirit was even more high-spirited. Within a hundred, the degree of insanity made everyone amazed.

Wen Mingche has already stabilized in the top ten of his grade, and has also obtained the qualification to reduce Fudan's score by [-]. Now he just waits to win the final college entrance examination.

Yijie’s grades are mediocre. In the past, he could only pass around 300 in the grade. Now, with such a lot of hard work, he can already pass more than [-]. If he persists, he may not be able to break into the top [-] in the college entrance examination.

Lin Lian's grades were lukewarm, and there was no movement until he was in the top ten of his grade. Unfortunately, there was a little time difference in self-enrollment, and he couldn't add [-] points like Xu Xianqing's pervert, and also dropped two points. ten.

What's interesting is that Fang Zijin's cultural performance is actually not good. His dream is Chuanmei. ", but he replied very firmly—"My grades are very good, and I can't say that I am in the top [-] of my grade!"

A dormitory, five boys who are desperately trying to get into college, even their smiles are exhausted at the moment, but none of them will fall down.

After Yi Jie moved in, the beds were full, and Jiang Cun didn't mind. He shared a bed with Lin Lian, and when he was woken up by the air conditioner in the middle of the night, he could still hug the person next to him and rest his head on his shoulder.

The moonlight kissed them to sleep, the moonlight kissed them to get up, all the crazy energy in those hot summer days was devoted to study, and they slowly approached their dreams.