16 year old graduation ceremony

When she came out of the bridal dress shop, she said she wanted to go shopping for a big sale, but her fiancé left her alone on the emerald green Zhongshan North Road.

On the window glass along the road, she is sometimes tall like a crane, and sometimes swollen like a frog. Which one is the real her?Floating in the river composed of countless reflections of herself, suddenly a pair of smiling eyes interrupted her progress, floating on the red lattice window curtain of an English teahouse, shining the familiar color of autumn wheat in the late spring afternoon, restless around her The noise of cars and people stopped in an instant.She went back to the stands by the high school swimming pool in a daze. The midsummer sun steamed up a layer of sweat in the windless air. Swaying and fanning, he didn't realize that the black of the skirt and the white of the thighs became a contrast that stimulated the senses in the eyes of the male instructor and the teacher.A dark and exquisite figure quietly appeared on the five-meter platform, as if the hot weather or the eyes of the audience did not exist, she was a marble statue floating in the sea out of thin air, her chest became full and smooth with a deep breath And the straight long legs bent slightly, like a swallow drawing a graceful arc in the air, and the moment it submerged soundlessly into the water, the noisy poolside became silent. The blinding flash burned the eyes.

Zhao Xiuyin's leap put an end to Xianling's chaotic and too long childhood. Lured by the unreasonable beauty, she left the flat road she was accustomed to, walked into a wild forest, and followed blindly. That flickering flash of light was heading towards a darkness she had never imagined nor realized.At first, she never noticed Zhao Xiuyin. Her carnival-style freshman life was filled with all kinds of interesting and outstanding new classmates. To her, Zhao Xiuyin was just a gray shadow in the classroom among the blackboard desks and brooms and dustpans. Come and go silently.Zhao Xiuyin soon showed her style on the court and in the swimming pool, like an inconspicuous stone gradually shining like a gemstone. Even her sloppy steps on campus and her light red lips that were carelessly bent upwards were enthusiastically admired by many girls with.But she turned a blind eye to the many admiring eyes around her, and she declined other people's friendship with silence. She lived alone in her own glass house, never paying attention to the knocking of visitors and the bustle outside.

Although the 16-year-old Xianling cannot resist the trend, she has the pride of being out of the world. Unlike other admirers, she never crowds around the court to follow Zhao Xiuyin's every move and exclaims in admiration, only doing her best in the flag-raising team. When she is on duty as the class monitor, she always pays special attention to the warm and shining row where Zhao Xiuyin is; Pointed, fastened with a black wire hairpin, revealing a tall light brown smooth forehead, a pair of olive-shaped eyes with a soft light as cool as water, and the corners of the lips curved into a perfect arc, the whole person is refreshing and unstained dust.

Xianling wondered why the same short hair of noodles in clear soup looked dull and clumsy on other people's heads, but it was as natural as a flower cup holding petals on her. A few meters away, Xianling also felt that she could smell the dark blue on her white shirt. The delicate fragrance emanating from the concave folds.The pair of translucent brown eyes swept over here by chance, and Xian Ling always felt that she was watching her. She believed that Zhao Xiuyin must also realize that there was an equal and fateful connection between the two of them. At both ends of the rope, the tension and interest in maintaining this relationship lies in the fact that no one is willing to surrender to the other and approach the other first.However, Xianling was clearly the weaker end.She worked hard to make Zhao Xiuyin look different, but Zhao Xiuyin was not even interested in her own report card; in art class, she was praised by the teacher for the clay sculpture of the bird, and she looked for it among the envious eyes in the audience, but Zhao Xiuyin held her chin Looking out the window, it seems that the sparrow chirping and pecking on the branch is much more interesting than the mud bird on the stage.

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