Years are warm

When the results of the second monthly exam came out, Zhao Qing called Xu Huaian and Xie Zhiyao over alone.They originally thought it was an academic matter, but they didn't know until they arrived at the office that it was about the number of recommended places.

"You should have heard of this." Zhao Qing put the registration book on the desk aside, pointed to the bench stacked by the wall, and motioned for the two of them to sit down, "It's okay to call you two over here." I want to ask what you think. Both Qingbei and Qingyun gave our school one liberal arts. You two have been in school for more than two years, and you have combined scores and other various awards. If necessary, you can use these two places. Get it, it depends on what you think."

While speaking, he leaned over and took two booklets and handed them to the students in front of him.

Taking advantage of the time when the two of them flipped through the brochures, Zhao Qing pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and continued to say: "My suggestion is, if you both want to be safe, you can apply and prepare for the self-enrollment interview, so that the rest The pressure of time will not be so great. But on the other hand... we must also admit one thing, that is, if you choose the recommendation, your major choice will become very narrow, not only the liberal arts, but also the majors that can be selected by the recommendation of the science Not many."

Indeed, they are all quite unpopular majors, such as history and philosophy... Xie Zhiyao closed the booklet, glanced sideways at Xu Huai'an beside him, pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"Teacher, is there any tendency in school?"

Zhao Qing was not surprised that she had such a question. He nodded and said: "The school's suggestion is that Huai'an can consider taking the exam normally. On the whole, her normal scores are wasted in choosing the above majors. But if it's you...you'd better choose walk if you want to be safe."

It is not surprising that the school has such a suggestion. In previous years, there were 30 liberal arts candidates in the whole province, and the two schools together admitted only [-] students at a time.Although there are prejudices in saying this, the liberal arts are indeed shrinking every year. Rao No. [-] Middle School is the best in this city and in the province, and there is no way to break the difference in hardware between regions.

In this case, it's not only for the students, but also for the school's own list to look better when the time comes.

Xu Huaian stroked the booklet twice, then put it back silently.

Zhao Qing glanced at her, reached out and took it back.He had seen the wishing board at the back of the classroom, and he expected this result.

But before he could ask another person present, the remaining enrollment booklet was pushed in front of him.

Xie Zhiyao smiled a little, shook his head slowly and said, "Teacher, I give up."

"Why?" Zhao Qing was not in a hurry, "What do you think? Major choice?"

"Well." Xie Zhiyao admitted, "It's not that these majors are not good, but I think I may have a better choice. And... I think I should take the college entrance examination with everyone, otherwise I always feel that the third year of high school is not satisfactory look."

The second half of the sentence was actually a bit of a joke, but it was indeed her true thoughts.Rationally speaking, she has seen the admission brochures from her parents over the years. Even if she is transferred, her choice is actually more likely to be better than directly taking the recommended places.

Zhao Qing smiled, and didn't say much, but let them go back after saying something.

When I was going out, I happened to meet Qin Su returning from the Chinese class in the next class.Although she was a new teacher, she probably guessed something by looking at the things on the desk and the expressions of these two people.

"I can see it. Whether our class can produce two Qingyun students depends on you two." The young teacher stopped the two of them, returned to his seat with a smile, took two candies, and gave them One of them put one in his hand, "I don't worry about Zhiyao, Huai'an, you have to improve your language a little bit? Qingyun's finance department is not so easy to pass?"

Xu Huaian's eyelids twitched violently, coughed twice and said, "I know Teacher Qin..."

"Put more effort into poetry appreciation and composition." Qin Su raised her chin, "Okay, hurry back, I won't be in time for class later."

The two responded, took the candy and walked out the door quickly.

"Ms. Zhao, how many economics students were given to Qingyun's enrollment plan last year?" She asked suddenly when the person who was confirmed was gone.

The movement of Zhao Qing's hands paused, and he said something like a sigh.

"two."

Qin Su smiled wryly, and shook his head helplessly: "This child... the road is long and difficult."

It is undeniable that studying in the third year of high school is boring and painful. There are piles of test papers, tingling palms, and the psychological gap every time you see the difference in grades... Many people may secretly hide under the quilt because of pressure I have cried, but after crying, I can only wipe away my tears and grit my teeth and continue to bury them in the sea of ​​questions.

Under the long time and heavy pressure, some seemingly insignificant happiness in life are infinitely magnified.

The occasional fruits and candies brought by the teachers of various subjects, the occasional videos that let them relax and take a breath in the comprehensive literature class, the teacher in the English class changed the boring model essays into short plays for them to perform... and everyone around them people.

Someone may yell in a certain class that I don't want to learn anymore, and then someone will follow suit as if venting, but after shouting, everyone will look at each other and smile, write questions that should be written, and ask questions; maybe I would go back to the classroom before the evening self-study, and I don’t know who was the first to notice that the sun outside the window had dyed the whole sky red, so many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, but they were scared by the dean who raided from the back door and almost dropped their mobile phones. Throwing down from the fifth floor; or it may be that when a certain class is over, twos and threes make an appointment to stand in the corridor, let the draft blow the clothes, and listen to the rustling of sycamore leaves being blown down by the wind.

There is an observatory on the top floor of Duxing Building, but it has been repaired for the past two years, and the students of the previous two classes also joked that this thing is just a decoration when recruiting students. It looks tall, but it is actually useless.

It may also be a coincidence that just in time for this session, the observatory, which had been idle for several years, finally reopened.So one night during evening self-study, the geography teacher suddenly knocked on the door of the classroom, and took them to the top floor with a big wave of his hand.

It was the first time to come up, even though the interior hadn't been completely repaired, and several machines were still dusty, it didn't dampen everyone's excitement at all.

The teacher on duty and the geography teacher explained how to use the instrument to everyone who was divided into several groups, and did not forget to popularize science on the side.

The sky in the city is always brightly illuminated by lights and neon lights, and the naked eye can see that it is dark and see nothing else, but here, they can see thousands of stars through the darkness.

At the end, the geography teacher turned off the lights and turned on the projector.

The entire space fell into the sea of ​​stars after a short moment of darkness.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and fell silent tacitly.

The geography teacher glanced at each of them with a smile, and then spoke.

"You will see your own stars, come on kids."

Some girls with low tears didn't hold back, and their eyes were red after he said these words.

Under the dim light, Xie Zhiyao hooked Xu Huai'an's little finger, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Could our stars be the same?"

She got too close, and the hot and humid breath she exhaled made people's ears itchy.Xu Huai'an turned his head sideways, and his cheek brushed against the girl's soft lips. She was stunned for a moment, and was surprised to find that the girl hadn't moved away.

Xie Zhiyao bent his eyes as if he had succeeded, put his chin on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes steadily.

They were standing in the corner, and almost no one looked over.

Xu Huaian's eyes flickered, and he nodded lightly.

"Yes." She first replied lightly, and then repeated it solemnly, "I will."

Firm as a promise.

It was as if they had crossed the dawn and caught a glimpse of what lay beyond.

Time continues to march on relentlessly.

Maybe it was out of curiosity, or maybe it was because he really saw something, when Fang Mubai went back to get his homework, Fang Mubai asked Xu Huaian about the two of them.

"You two are now..."

Xu Huai'an guessed what she wanted to ask, but shook his head and said, "No."

"...Huh?" Fang Mubai was a little surprised.

"No, it's not the kind of relationship you think." Xu Huai'an repeated with a calm expression.

The weather turned cooler, the girl put on a coat, the wind blew from behind, and outlined the slender butterfly bones along the bones, looking slender and thin.

Fang Mubai was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at her suspiciously, and couldn't help asking: "Then what's going on with you two now?"

It's not unrequited love or secret love, both of them know each other well, if they put it on someone else, they'd be too tired of it right now, but this person said that the two of them still don't have that kind of relationship?

Xu Huaian paused for a moment, she pursed her lower lip, thought for a few seconds before saying: "It's nothing, just let nature take its course."

The answer between them, after all, there is no shortage of time to wait, nor lack of patience.

So going with the flow is probably best.

Fang Mubai followed behind her, drooping his eyes and thinking for a long time, but in the end he could only sigh and didn't ask any more questions.She has always known how to measure, curiosity is nothing but curiosity, but even if you are a friend, you should stop asking these questions.

But when I went back, the classroom was unexpectedly busier than usual.A lot of people who usually sit on their seats and solve problems gathered together, as if they were discussing something enthusiastically.

Before the two of them could ask, Li Siyuan raised her eyebrows and held a watch in front of them.

Registration form for sports events.

Xu Huaian glanced at the calendar next to the blackboard, and realized belatedly that it was almost this time of the year.

This is the last school sports meeting of their high school career, and it is also the last extracurricular activity that they participate in collectively.

She turned her face and glanced at the registration form, and saw Xie Zhiyao's name in the familiar columns of [-] and long jump without any surprise.

Xie Zhiyao supported his face with one hand, raised his face to look at her, and said pointedly: "Huai'an, do you still remember what you owed me once?"

What do you owe?Xu Huai'an was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

The promise to wait for her at the end.The first year of high school did not have time, and the second year of high school did not fulfill this promise because of her accidental sprain.

"...I haven't forgotten." Xu Huai'an smiled, nodded in response and said, "I will definitely go this time."

Xie Zhiyao blinked, and suddenly hooked his fingers to signal her to come over.

The two people next to him walked back a little at this time, and no one was looking at them.

Xu Huaian lowered his eyes, obediently and obediently moved closer.

Then she heard the girl's lowered voice ringing in her ears.

"After that... I have something to tell you."

The author has something to say:

It's coming soon, I'm working hard to advance the speed bar x

Guess there is no right major hhhh architecture and other liberal arts can’t be selected, and it’s impossible to go to the third year of high school to take the art exam hhhh...at least the admissions brochures I refer to can be selected very few, I think they both majored in checking admissions Everyone was stupid when I was writing the introduction (. Bow your head to those masters