Years are warm

On the day when school officially started, the school gate was still blocked. Xie Zhiyao lamented to Xu Huaian that it was fortunate that the bus they took stopped opposite the school flyover, and waved to Li Siyuan who was also struggling in the crowd.

The classes were assigned long before the military training, and all three of them were in Class 2. When the military training came back that day, the head teacher held a meeting for convenience, and simply let Li Siyuan continue to be the class leader.

The other subject representatives and study committee members were ranked according to their senior high school entrance examination results. Even if Xu Huaian was reluctant, he was arrested by the head teacher and named as a study committee member.

With a full score of 630, she scored 581 in the senior high school entrance examination, ranking first in her class and second in her grade. Lin Xue, who was the first, was in Class 3.

There are 21 classes in the first year of high school this year. Excluding the international classes and art classes at the end, there are a total of 18 classes that take the general college entrance examination.

I met him during the military training, and Li Siyuan also knew that Xu Huai'an was just simple and seldom talkative. When chatting along the way to the teaching building, she casually said something about the ranking that day.

Xu Huai'an recalled it for a while, looked at her twice and said, "Lin Xue...her score is two points lower than mine."

"Ah?" Li Siyuan was taken aback when she heard the words, she calculated again secretly in her heart, and asked suspiciously, "Then why is she number one in the end?"

Xu Huaian paused, coughed lightly, and looked away a little guilty.

Xie Zhiyao next to him burst out laughing.

"You made a mistake, Siyuan." Xie Zhiyao glanced at the people around him, his shoulders trembling with a smile, "Did you give her exactly 30 sports points?"

"That's right, sports are not generally..." Li Siyuan answered the words as a matter of course, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

In Shenning's high school entrance examination sports, you can choose between 200 meters and 800 meters, with a full score of 30 points, which will be included in the total score of the high school entrance examination, but the standard is not set very high. Preconceived and scored full marks.But listening to what Xie Zhiyao said...

Xu Huai'an helplessly stared at Xie Zhiyao, who was suppressing his smile, and said, "Do you have to expose me?"

"It can't be my fault. You got your grades." The latter blinked his eyes innocently, and while holding his arm, he didn't forget to turn his head to tell Li Siyuan, "She scored 22 points in physical education in the senior high school entrance examination."

Li Siyuan: "..." Okay, she understands, but knowing this, can she still survive under Xu Huaian's hands?

The seating chart was posted at the door early in the morning.

Xie Zhiyao put down his schoolbag, and stuck out his tongue at Xu Huaian who was sitting at the back table.

The two had been at the same table for three years in junior high school, and now it's a bit uncomfortable to be at the front and back tables.Xu Huai'an glanced at his new tablemate named Zhang Xin, who had a baby face, a pair of dimples would appear on his cheeks when he smiled, she was quite a cute girl.

She tried her best to say hello as gently as possible, and the other party smiled at her, but probably felt unfamiliar and didn't have much to say.

In contrast, Xie Zhiyao's personality is gentle and cheerful. On the contrary, many people took the initiative to chat with him during the day, including Zhang Xin.

So when the other party came to ask her to change seats during the evening self-study in the second quarter, she also responded kindly.

When Xu Huai'an saw her coming, he just nodded, and then continued to flip through the book in his hand.

Xie Zhiyao held the notebook and looked over, and found that she had finished her homework and was copying the English text.

Her English writing is very beautiful. At first glance, she thought it was the kind of cursive handwriting specially written for English greeting cards outside, but when she wrote Chinese, it was a standard student's italics, which had no other advantages except neatness.

When Xie Zhiyao saw her at her home for the first time earlier, he asked her why she was obviously writing alone, and there was such a contrast between Chinese and English. Xu Huaian didn't answer her directly at that time, and led her directly into the study at home. .

Then she saw several stacks of foreign language reference books and various magazines on the bookshelf that had been turned over.

"My mother studied English in college." That's what Xu Huai'an said at the time.

She lay on the table and flipped through her notebook. There was not much content in class on the first day of school, and she only memorized two thin pages for a few subjects, and it took a few flips to get to the end.She turned the pen twice, looked back at Xu Huai'an who was copying the text, and yawned.

Xu Huai'an raised his head and glanced at her when he heard the movement, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked her with his mouth: "What are you doing?"

Xie Zhiyao frowned, lowered his voice and said, "You will know after class."

After she finished speaking, she turned sideways, covering her movements with her hands tightly.

Xu Huai'an glanced at her inexplicably, but really didn't continue, she casually flipped through the textbook, picked the next one and continued copying to pass the time.

The people around him really became quiet after that sentence. When Xu Huaian turned the page in the middle, he glanced at her twice, but he didn't see what she was doing.When Xie Zhiyao became serious, he lost his usual smile and gentleness, that is, at this time, others would notice the sense of distance hidden in the depths.

This thought flashed through her mind, she unconsciously clenched the hand holding the pen tightly, lowered her head and continued to copy in her hand, but she didn't know that the moment she lowered her head, the people beside her raised their eyes to look at her.

On the notebook covered by her is the outline traced with a pencil.Xie Zhiyao carefully glanced at her side face twice, buried his head and continued to move.

This silence lasted until the end of this evening self-study.

As the end of get out of class was approaching, the low voice in the class gradually became louder. It was normal that there was no homework at the beginning of school, but as he was talking, the whole class suddenly fell silent.

Xie Zhiyao finished the last stroke and just wanted to poke the people around him excitedly, when he raised his head and caught eye with the teaching director outside the window.

The arm she had just raised a little bit froze instantly.

Xu Huai'an glanced at her movements calmly, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

The rollover came unexpectedly.

Xie Zhiyao lowered his head, and flipped through the English books on the table twice as if to cover up.

Fortunately, it was just a routine inspection, and her grades were good enough. She didn't stand outside the window for too long before walking to the other end of the corridor.Xu Huaian tore off a post-it note, wrote a few words and pasted it in front of someone pretending to be reading a book.

【study well. 】

Xie Zhiyao snorted twice, closed the book, pasted the post-it note on the notebook where he was drawing just now, and passed it along.

【Heh, you have the ability to open it and read it before making trouble. 】

She put away the books on the table, and called Zhang Xin at the front table in a low voice to change her seat.

Xu Huai'an looked down at the colorful notebook, tore off the post-it note and opened the page that was folded at a corner, the corners of his lips raised slightly after his eyes glanced over the page.

It was a sketch. The girl in the painting was sitting by the window, holding a pen and seriously writing on the pages of the book. The background was blurred, and only the window on her side reflected the outline of the classroom.

The person in the painting is her.

So it's just for this to cover up a class?

Before she had any unnecessary feelings, Xie Zhiyao at the front desk suddenly turned around and threw another note on her desk.

[Woman, I just ask you if you are moved! 】

Well, I might have felt a little emotional at first, but once this sentence came out, nothing happened.

The corner of Xu Huai'an's mouth twitched, covered his face, pulled out the note, and wrote on it with a blank expression.

[Who did you learn this tone from? 】

[TV drama, how about it? Isn’t it very touching?I spent a precious class of evening self-study to draw it! 】

Xu Huai'an was silent for a moment, and then he wrote back to her helplessly.

【Okay, touched, you should watch less soap operas. 】

The deskmate dawdled through his homework, and when he looked up, he accidentally saw her half-smile. She was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but glanced several times before she was sure that the person beside her was the rumored indifferent Xu Huai'an .

Is she dazzled or did she time travel? !

Of course, Xu Huai'an didn't know the growl in his heart at the same table.

For safety reasons, day students in No. [-] Middle School only need two evening self-study sessions, and they can leave at nine o'clock. When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xu Huai'an just finished copying the last word.

She collected two books and put them in her bag. When she looked up, she saw Xie Zhiyao staring at her with her schoolbag on one shoulder. When she finished packing, the girl smiled and said, "Let's go home."

The location of the No. [-] Middle School is very special. The small west gate on the side of the dormitory of the International Department leads to Nanfengshan Park. Walking out from the main gate, the street is just like the newly built office buildings in the financial district in the past two years. Now, but it fell into the mouth of a middle school student and was ridiculed as going to the food street to sell skewers if he couldn't get into college.At this point, there are still many people who have just got off work coming out of the office building, and the food street next to it is full of hawkers and fireworks.

While waiting for the bus, Xu Huaian remembered the sketches in class, and asked casually, "Ayao, are you still learning to draw?"

She knew Xie Zhiyao's painting since elementary school and liked it very much.

"No, but occasionally I go to the studio to stay." Xie Zhiyao put his hands behind his back and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road, "Is the painting good-looking? How is it compared to the original?"

How to answer this?The person in the painting is herself, do you want her to praise herself for being good-looking?Xu Huaian was stunned for a moment, skipped the previous question altogether, and said honestly, "To be honest, I don't understand."

In contrast, she is at the level of drawing a stickman at most.Xie Zhiyao tried to teach her in the past, and finally came to the conclusion that she really has no artistic skills at all, maybe because of her good face, her only function is to be a model for others.

She paused for a moment, then asked again as if she had remembered something: "Have you ever thought about... going to study art?"

The art class of No. [-] Middle School is also top-notch among schools in the city.

"I really want to, but I guess my parents won't let it." Her eyes darkened, and she pretended to be relaxed, "But it's really nothing... It's not impossible to be a hobby."

It's a pity that her suddenly lowered tone didn't look like she accepted it calmly.

Xu Huai'an pursed his lower lip, and tried to comfort him: "It's too early to say, the art class is also divided into sophomores, you can talk to your uncle and aunt, since you were willing to let you learn painting before, it shouldn't matter if you go to specialize .”

She met Xie Zhiyao's parents, and her first impression was that they were gentle and elegant scholars, who spoke softly and politely. Such parents should be able to communicate well.

"That's different, let's see when the time comes." Xie Zhiyao bit his lower lip, "Huai'an, is there anything your parents want you to learn?"

"No." Xu Huai'an subconsciously clenched his hands in his trouser pockets, "My mother...she said that I can do whatever I like, as for my father..."

Her eyelashes trembled, but her voice was still steady: "I never asked, we rarely talk."

Obviously under the same roof, but he leaves early and returns late, and she hasn't seen him for more than a month.

The low pressure at that moment did not escape Xie Zhiyao's eyes, she sighed in her heart, changed the subject and said, "Have you checked your notebook yet?"

"Huh? No." Xu Huai'an paused and asked suspiciously, "What did you do again?"

"Don't you know if you go back and look around?" She stood at the gate of the community and winked at her slyly, and ran into the gate without waiting for anyone to speak.

Xu Huai'an stood there for a while, then laughed softly.

When I got home, the living room was lit, probably when I heard the movement in the entrance, my mother Yu Xiuyun poked her head out of the kitchen to take a look.

Xu Huai'an's facial features are very similar to his mother's, and they all have the gentleness and elegance of a southern woman, but her temperament is a little colder than that of her mother, which is easy to be ignored by people.

"Xiaobao is back? Are you hungry?"

She shook her head, and when she was changing her shoes, she glanced at the men's slippers in the shoe cabinet that were still in the same place as when she went out in the morning, her eyes moved slightly, and she said, "At home...are you alone?"

"Your father has a social event at night." Yu Xiuyun patted her head and said softly, "Go to bed early after taking a shower, just leave him a door."

She responded, as usual, without asking further questions.

When she carried her back, the mother behind her looked at her back and sighed lightly.

Too sensible, is it good or bad?

After taking a shower, she saw the message Xie Zhiyao sent a few minutes ago, reminding herself to remember to look through the notebook, which made people want to laugh.

Notebook?She wiped her wet hair and thought for a while, then reached out to pick up her schoolbag and flipped through the book that Xie Zhiyao wanted to go to. She flipped back page by page until the end, and finally couldn't hold back a low laugh.

It's not a sketch, but a derivation of a villain drawn on the logo every two pages. It may not be visible at first glance, but it is quite cute.

It's just really childish.She has played this trick since she was a child. At first, Xu Huaian usually used the black-sealed notebook Yu Xiuyun brought back from the company to take notes. When she was young, she was a bit out of place among the girls who always liked to use some cute notebooks. Xie Zhiyao thought for a long time at that time, and simply took a pen to help her change the simple lines inside into a stick figure. Who knows that this habit has been maintained until now.I thought my laptop would be safe after I went to high school, but I didn't expect it to remain the same.

But she didn't find it annoying, on the contrary, she got used to it.

She closed the notebook and sent someone back a message. After looking at the time, it was already late, so she simply said good night and turned off the lights to sleep.

It rained at night, and the dull thunder woke up the light sleeper. Xu Huaian rubbed his forehead, looked at the electric light that lit up the curtains, got up and planned to go to the living room to pour a glass of water.

It was just that she had just closed the door when she was keenly aware of the faint light in the living room.

The overhead light was not turned on in the living room, and the dim light from the floor lamp hit the man's stern side face, casting a fine shadow. The ceramic cup in front of him was still emitting heat, so he must have just returned not long ago.

Xu Huai'an paused for a moment. She lowered her eyes and poured a glass of water. Seeing him looking over, she slowly moved over. The smell of alcohol emanating from his body made her frown slightly. The man's face and lips moved a little but he didn't cry out.

"Why haven't you slept yet? Isn't there class tomorrow?" Xu Junyi glanced at her, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if tired.

Xu Huai'an lowered his eyes, and then replied softly: "I woke up in the middle of the night, and came out to pour a glass of water."

The other party seemed to be nodded very lightly, and after a long pause, seeing that she was still standing there, she said again: "Go to sleep, I will sit for a while, go in now to avoid waking your mother."

Xu Huai'an nodded wordlessly, put down his cup, turned and entered the room.

The door was gently closed, and she looked up at the clock beside the bed.

Three eighteen in the morning.

It was raining heavily outside, and the dense raindrops slapped on the windows, making a muffled sound.She leaned against the door, and it took an unknown amount of time before she heard light footsteps and the master bedroom door closing.

She lowered her head, slid a little bit on the ground, and buried her face in her arms.