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Ding Xuan burst into tears: "...what a dog."

Ding Xuan is Xi Yanfa's childhood friend, and Xi Yan has been his classmate since junior high school.

After the high school entrance examination, the results were obtained, and the two stepped on the line together to reach the key points in the city, which was equivalent to recharging and renewing the friendship of classmates for three years.Xi Yan thought more than once, as long as his grades are better, the two of them will not carry each other's oil bottle with them wherever they go.

Tomorrow is the last day of August, and it is also the day when the fifth middle school in the city starts school.

Ding Xuan asked Xi Yan to buy some information books and stationery near the Fifth Middle School, and walked on the land around the school by the way.

Xi Yan was fine, so he agreed.

Ding Xuan's family lives in Huating, and it takes 15 minutes to take the bus from No. [-] Middle School. Xi Yan's family is much farther away. If you go directly to the school, you have to transfer by bus, which happens to be at the platform at the entrance of Huating.

Xi Yan simply went to the gate of the community to wait for someone, and just happened to meet the incident just now.

Xi Yan ignored the part of meddling in his own business, and gave Ding Xuan an overview.

"I'll go... Why didn't I have such a parent to escort me when I was young?" Ding Xuan looked in disbelief, "Then my sister has practiced Buddhism? If it were me, I would have exploded."

"It's still escorting, it's fine if I don't beat you personally." Xi Yan cruelly exposed his old background, and the second half of the sentence became inexplicably vicissitudes, "If the explosion is useful, who would be beaten by the society..."

Ding Xuan gave him a slightly strange look: "Why have you been beaten? You are still far from society."

Xi Yan froze for a moment, smiled and said nothing.

Ding Xuan felt that his expression seemed to look at everything with a smile, and he was not in the same realm as himself. Could it be possible that a scumbag stepping on the key points of the line can make people enlightened and sublimated?

So Ding Xuan couldn't help but wrote a small lyrical composition: "I found that since you got your grades, you have lost your spirit and vigor, like a pool of stagnant water, completely calm, without desire, without desire, without sound..."

Xi Yan slapped Ding Xuan on the back with his backhand, slapping him honestly: "Primary school scum, do you know what maturity is?"

On the bus, the two chatted nonsense.

Ding Xuan asked: "Have you considered it, live on campus or go to school?"

Xi Yan sighed, as if he saw his sleep time fly away with wings: "It's not free to live on campus, and it's too far away to go to school. I thought about renting a house in your community, but I was taken aback by the harsh cultural environment here."

Ding Xuan was happy, ready to show respect on behalf of the Huating community, and showed humanistic care: "Come to my house to review for the big exam, it's near, so you can die quickly."

Xi Yan patted Ding Xuan's shoulder smoothly, very pleased: "When I grow up, I know how to be filial."

"A scumbag meets a scumbag, so thin-skinned and humble," Ding Xuan curled his lips and muttered, "If it weren't for you, you are such a dog..."

Xi Yan didn't know whether he was a dog or not in the past, but when he thought of the aunt's face that turned green and white just now, it should be a little bit.

Xi Yan thought about it, and felt that it would be better to tear off this inhuman label as soon as possible.

So his expression was serious, and he spoke righteously: "From then on, I will treat you better, and strive to be a lay disciple of Buddhism like the sister just now."

Ding Xuan thought for a while and asked, "Are you going to blame your teammates at night?"

Xi Yan rebelled instantly: "Okay."

Anyway, as an ADC who was begged by his teammates for a meat outfit, he was very real, and he didn't kill anyone, all because of his poor mouth.

The fifth middle school is located near the middle of the old city, and it is the place with the strongest original flavor in the city. There are few high-rise buildings around the school, but there are more old low-rise residential buildings.

In order to draw a clearer boundary between the inside and the outside of the school, the school always likes to build some iron fences.

Respecting freedom outside, crying behind bars inside.

It is best to insert a few spikes full of warning and punishment on the top of the fence, so as to prevent internal and external troubles together.

——The fifth middle school is different in this respect. There are indeed not many iron fences, but they are basically built on the other side of the playground.

Old men and old ladies who go out for a walk often stand outside the fence and look in. They stand for a long time, looking at the green and red runway, the rostrum, the trees in the school, and... Xi Yan has never known about the group of football players. What the hell is there to see in the runaway brats.

The rest of the area, including both sides of the school's main entrance and back gate, has completely repaired the fence.

The old street at the gate of the school is called Yuegui Lane. It is not very spacious. If you stand a few more people, it will be crowded, but the osmanthus trees on both sides of the street are full of plants.

In the season when the foliage is luxuriant, the canopy of the tree covers the meaningful white walls and black tiles, giving the Fifth Middle School a little bit of a school in the market, and it immediately raises the facade of culture.

After getting off the bus and walking into Yuegui Lane around the corner, Xi Yan was suddenly in a trance, as if he had fallen headlong into the sweet smell of Jiulixiang.

Xi Yan looked up, the sweet-scented osmanthus hadn't bloomed yet.

Only he himself knows that he just fell into the sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored memories.

Ding Xuan yelled in his ears for a long time, but very few words entered Xi Yan's mind.

Xi Yanzheng carefully described the appearance of this old street.

The signs of small shops and the tricycles of small vendors.

In less than ten years, the shops here will be completely changed.

In the end, there was only one bookstore called "Wan Juan Bookstore" and a casserole restaurant named "Chang Lai Ah", which persisted and became the time-honored restaurants in Yuegui Lane passed down by the five middle schools.

Stationery and materials were bought quickly. After all, those who only thought of preparing these things the day before school started did not seriously want to study.

Ding Xuan dragged Xi Yan, who walked very slowly for some reason, around the Fifth Middle School, walking horizontally and vertically, trying to identify whether the buildings with uniform color schemes were dormitories or buildings separated by two or three meters of high walls along the way. canteen.

Xi Yan listened to Ding Xuan chirping, chirping, quacking and guessing for a long time. Except for the teaching building which was obviously higher than other buildings, he guessed correctly, and the rest were stunned.

He glanced at Ding Xuan speechlessly, and stopped outside the only fence in the school.

Ding Xuan followed Xi Yan's line of sight to the playground without knowing why.

Just listen to Xi Yanxin's handwriting, like a few treasures: "Behind the rostrum is the teaching building for the first and second grades, and the third floor is independent behind, and this is the comprehensive building. The building on the right has a gymnasium on the first floor and a small auditorium on the second floor; the building is the cafeteria. The dormitory and library are at the back door."

Seeing Xi Yan's confidence, Ding Xuan was suspicious: "How do you know? Have you been here before?"

Xi Yan blinked: "Guess. Whoever guesses wrong will be treated."

There are not many chances to kill Xi Yan, Ding Xuan immediately slapped his thigh: "Okay! Let's talk about what to eat!"

Xi Yan showed an invincible smile in advance: "Come here often."

Ding Xuan was covered in goosebumps from his laughter: "These three words come out of your mouth, why do you feel so dusty?"

The two casually ate some snacks nearby, and were about to head back home.

Returning the same way, both Xi Yan and Ding Xuan got off at the gate of Huating. Xi Yan had to transfer to a bus and take another half an hour, and Ding Xuan went straight home.

They made an appointment to go to school the next day, and Xi Yan waved his hand: "If I'm late tomorrow, I'll put white chrysanthemums at the door of your classroom."

Ding Xuan was taken aback: "...If you don't know anything, you won't be guilty of death."

At the end of August, autumn has already begun, and the heat is hard to dissipate.

The air-conditioning on the bus is very good, which is very suitable for human survival, so Xi Yan began to feel drowsy again.

He propped his elbows on the edge of the car window, resting his chin, looking at the familiar scenery receding outside the window, and felt that the psychedelic part of the great world could not be understood by a young boy, it was very mysterious.

It's been two months.

It has been two months since he returned to his youth.

Literally "returning", he, Xi Yan, male, 25 years old, has been in social life for three years after graduating from university.

On a night of physical and mental exhaustion, his strong emotion of nostalgia for his student days reached its peak, and he couldn't help shouting to the sky immediately: "I don't want to work part-time! I don't want to work part-time again in this life! Give me a chance! Lao Tzu Make sure to study hard again!"

After yelling, he was so drunk that he passed out.

When he woke up again, he had a strange dream of going back to the summer vacation before high school—his soul pierced through himself ten years ago.

He felt that he couldn't drink himself to death, but he couldn't accept the mysterious and mysterious fact of soul piercing.

... If he had known that he was so clever, he should have made a wish to borrow another 500 years from the sky. It is more exciting to be a bastard like a living history than to repeat the same mistakes.

When Xi Yan first came back, it happened to be the day of the high school entrance examination results.

Early in the morning, his mother Yunxia woke him up with rough and wild movements, which overlapped with what he remembered, so that he was sleepy and didn't realize the problem at all.

"Check what grades... Don't shake it, I said I don't take the public exam... Go to sleep again."

Yunxia didn't hear what he said at all, so she picked him up directly, and then stuffed the phone and a list into his hand, her movements were done in one go, flowing.

With his own mother staring at her, Xi Yan was deeply baffled, and woke up most of the time after dozing off.

He looked suspiciously at the sheet that said "Inquiry Guide for Senior High School Entrance Examination Results", only to realize later that...he didn't live with his mother after work.

If someone gets drunk and looks for a wife, even if he doesn't have a wife, he shouldn't be so cowardly to look for his mother when he's drunk, right?

Yunxia slapped him on the top of the head: "Hit it! If you don't dare, Mom will help you!"

Xi Yan choked speechlessly, his mind still not clear enough, so he hesitated to press a series of numbers. After the connection was made, his mother grabbed the phone and pressed the speakerphone.

A not-so-friendly electronic female voice announced a series of subjects and numbers.

It sounds... like his high school entrance examination results.

Xi Yan was stunned.

He froze for a while, then stood up with a bang, and looked around the room.

Desk, lamp.

Messy bed.

A bunch of old school uniforms.

Xi Yan stared at himself in the mirror, swallowed hard, then turned his head mechanically: "...Mom?"

Yunxia was listening to the list of grades over and over again with her mobile phone in her hands, she was so happy from ear to ear.

Xi Yan took a deep breath, and murmured in a trance: "Really..."

"Really!" Yunxia got up energetically after hearing enough grades, stretched out her arms, pinched Xi Yan's thin face with both hands, and shook it vigorously, "Mom, testify! It's true! You little elementary school scumbag is way above the key line!"

Xi Yan got off the bus and sighed.

The "point line" is not the point at all, the point is that God gave him this opportunity, a precious student card, a second experience card for student days.

His mother was merciless, Xi Yan rubbed his face, and now he can still feel a little heart-induced pain, the pain couldn't be more real.

But high school is too far away for him, so far away that he doesn't even remember whether he went to Ding Xuan the day before school started.

Perhaps many things he has encountered so far are subtly different from what he has experienced before. For example, the self who did not hate bear children so deeply ten years ago would never mind this nosy matter.

Maybe memory distortion.

Maybe it's the butterfly effect, anyway...

Every day seems more like a new day.

After entering the house, at 12:30, Yunxia was having lunch. Seeing that Xi Yan came back early, the two chatted casually.

"Didn't eat with Xuanxuan?"

"Eat something casually. My grandma went to the activity room to play cards? It's so early today?"

"Well, the poker friend called her and told her to go early."

Xi Yan entered the room, threw the plastic bag containing the messy stationery on the desk, and stood in front of the desk for a while, staring blankly.

After a while, he decided to make one last confirmation before school started.

Xi Yan turned around and walked out of the room door, opened the bench and sat down at the dining table: "Mom, how did I get here?"

...Whether it was picked up from garbage or given away as a phone bill, any answer is much more reliable than what he is going through.

Unexpectedly, my mother rolled her eyes and said surprisingly: "He came from time travel."

Xi Yangang snatched his mother's chopsticks with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, almost choking himself to death.

His mother gave him a disgusted look: "Other people's children will ask this question when they are three or four years old. Is your reflex arc too long? Let me see your brain, it takes a lot of effort to use it to study, it's not only Are you waiting for some good-natured person who doesn't have long-sightedness to cross over and save your future?"

Xi Yan sighed and accepted the reality.

The good-natured people who don't have long-sightedness really can't find the correct way to travel, and the one who travels back in a serious manner is still the self who has dreamed all his life to be able to eat and die all his life.

Facts have proved that even if he really does it all over again, he still doesn't have the ambition to study hard and change his fate against the sky.

A worker who only wants to enjoy this time travel easily, it seems that he will not be able to become a master in this life.