a certain Zheng Kexin

A few days later, Sheng Yunming, who was able to live to 99, once again sent a white-haired person to a black-haired person. Zheng Kexin's aunt did not live to be 60 years old, and survived the dead winter and finally failed to survive the bustling spring.

The aunt left a message saying that the fallen leaves return to their roots, so the children brought back the urn. Su Yingyu hurried to the hospital before, but it was the last time she saw it.

This April is still windy, and the dictionaries used to press the curtains will still be overturned to the ground. The classrooms of the new school are facing several crabapple trees. From a distance, it seems to be seeing Xu Gao's window.

The classroom blackboards and chairs in the world may all be similar, but just changing the group of people changes the new story.

Here the begonias are blooming very well, but there are no magnolias.

Compared with Xu Gao's teaching atmosphere, the class environment here is a bit like a play house. No wonder Zheng Kexin thinks this way. Teacher Xu Gao basically skips the lectures, and what he talks about is not long-winded and simple algorithms. Extend outward from the error-prone point.

The teachers here will take the trouble to ask: "—Have you mastered it? Yes, okay, then I will change the number and you will calculate again, just follow the steps I just taught."

It's really a bit miraculous, but everyone should have done something wrong or something wrong, and then caught Zheng Kexin while the teacher was not paying attention and copied it.

Zheng Kexin could see that many people who worked hard in this classroom were doing self-deceiving and useless work. It was true to be anxious and afraid, and it was also true that they could not learn and act.

But neither she nor the tacit teachers can pierce anyone's tight skin. At the moment when the ability has been unable to recover, the grades can only rely on the stubborn self-esteem. The possibility of relying on luck to turn around.

The third-year high school students canceled the inter-class exercises and used this time to investigate the content of Chinese recitation. One day, there was a problem in the printing room and the papers did not come.

It is "The Three of Us" by Yang Jiang.

The Chinese teacher read: "In the early spring of [-], Ah Yuan passed away. At the end of [-], Zhongshu passed away. The three of us were separated. We were separated so easily." Good things in the world are not strong, Caiyun Yisan Glass Crisp'. Now, I am the only one left."

Zheng Kexin raised her head from the exercise book and looked around. Everyone was doing their homework with their heads down. She listened to the teacher finish reading alone, and turned her face to look out the window. There were no colorful clouds in the sky. It was summer in Lincheng in early May From 26 degrees to 34 degrees, the only cloud in the sky blocks the sun, and it looks black, white and gold from the ground.

The sun is not scorching, and the world in May is not inferior to that in April.

The deskmate came back from the office with the paper in his arms, turned his head and asked Zheng Kexin: "What did the teacher just say?"

Zheng Kexin replied confusedly: "Love has been hurting parting since ancient times. After many years, good times are in vain. No one talks about it."

At the same table: "Huh? Is "Yu Linling" finished? Silently finished."

"No, the teacher just read some idle books." Zheng Kexin shook his head, in exchange for an inexplicable look from his deskmate.

Soon this year's college entrance examination, Zheng Kexin was assigned to the previous test center, and at the end of the last one, the person who made a wish by the koi pond was replaced by a boy. ——"Great Immortal bless, the fish esophagus is enough."

Zheng Kexin listened silently for a while, then suddenly realized what she was waiting for, turned around stiffly and left.

This year, she rarely thought of Xu Niannian because she was busy and tired.Or maybe it's because I don't dare to leave time to think, so I force myself to be busy and tired.

Now that another year has passed, she looks back and counts the more than 300 days and nights of copying and pasting, and finds that she doesn't seem to remember anything.

It seems that June this year was fake, but last June was real. When she opened the door of the rental house, she could smell the aroma of beef noodles all over the room. Then she clinked glasses and drank orange tea, and hugged the girl beside her on the sofa Here, steal a lazy afternoon.

It's a pity that time can't go back, and the house already has a new owner.

After finishing the college entrance examination, Zheng Kexin took care of the family affairs non-stop——Aunt Zheng Kexin missed her younger sister Su Yingyu, so she left a legacy for her before she died.

Coincidentally, this year, Lincheng's new official took office, and the construction of the new city, which had been stagnant for several years, started to flourish again. The old houses that were originally on the edge were divided into demolition areas in the second round of construction planning. The form is over.

Not long after the college entrance examination, the family moved again with the moving subsidy. The new home is located in a community under construction, only one outer ring road away from the old house. Su Yingyu had achieved a small success in her career before, and rented another house in the community. Shang, but this time she didn't make breakfast anymore, but opened a small supermarket.

The small supermarket is still being renovated, and the results of the college entrance examination are in front of people with July. Zheng Kexin's grades are stable, slightly better than last year. Seventy or eighty out of ten schools.

Su Yingyu wanted to express her own opinions several times, but in the end she held back all of them. She couldn't speak again to persuade Zheng Kexin thousands of miles away. Even if she did, Zheng Kexin would never listen to her. As for the choice of major and school, she would it can not be helped.

Zheng Shupei talked to her and introduced some uncles and aunts to help her find a better major. Zheng Kexin always felt that this kind of behavior of putting life choices in the hands of strangers was nonsense, but he also listened to it.

Some asked her to be a teacher, some asked her to be a doctor, but she didn't take them to heart. In the end, Zheng Shupei saw how she was coping, so he didn't care anymore.

Children have their own way to go, but parents insist on intervening, is it because they want to live the life of young people?

This time, Zheng Shupei closed her eyes and let her choose.

The right to choose returned to Zheng Kexin's hands again, but this time was as difficult as the last time.

The last time she was attacked by the enemy, she was helpless, although she was holding on tight and refused to let go, and was even driven by selfishness to pull Xu Niannian into the quagmire of her home, but in the end they could only take a step back and resign themselves to fate, and then created current situation.

And this time...

She just simply missed Xu Niannian.

She changed her mobile phone number, cleared her social media, and never asked for any news from Ning Zhi Anji. The worry of not having any news is the most tormenting thing. Now all the things that can keep her busy are collectively stranded, and she finally has nowhere to escape. I just feel like I miss it day and night.

However, this time it was no longer Gao Qing, nor Su Yingyu and Sheng Yunming who stood behind this longing, but the one who was unilaterally erased from her life by her, and finally failed to get a decent farewell and explanation. , the person who will never forgive her the most.

Who can accept such excessive deceit.

She herself felt that she was despicable and shameful, and she didn't deserve to appear in front of her again.

The author has something to say: The Chinese teacher read: "In the early spring of [-], Ah Yuan passed away. At the end of [-], Zhongshu passed away. The three of us were separated. We were separated so easily." The world Good things are not strong, but colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is brittle'. Now, I am the only one left."

And this time...

She just simply missed Xu Niannian.

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