Zhuang Ziang was still daydreaming during the first exam, but the test paper had already been handed out.
He quickly glanced through it to make sure there were no printing errors, then picked up the pen to write his name.
He stopped writing just after he wrote a dot.
This might be his last time taking an exam. It was too boring to always follow the rules, so he might as well let himself go.
In the name column, he wrote the three characters Su Yudie and the grade as Class 23.
He didn't know his student number, so he had to write his own.
The Chinese test was not difficult, but the amount of writing was relatively large, which was a bit laborious.
He wrote the previous sentence of "Wang Di's Spring Heart Entrusted to Dujuan" in the ancient poetry filling-in-the-blank.
Zhuang Ziang looked up and looked out the window. From this angle, he could just see the basketball court.
The wind blew through the ginkgo tree, bringing down a few green leaves, like butterflies dancing.
The beauty of the first encounter emerged in his mind.
After a long time, Zhuang Ziang retracted his gaze and wrote the answer neatly on the test paper.
Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies in the morning.
The whole examination room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.
For Zhuang Ziang, this level of difficulty was child's play.
He answered each question without thinking, and finished it in one stroke.
After finishing the reading comprehension, it was the last essay question.
The question was very simple, with only one sentence, requiring the candidates to write an essay of no less than 800 words on this topic.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart, and the death of the body is the second.
This sentence comes from "Zhuangzi·Tian Zifang", which means that the most tragic thing for a person is the loss of free thoughts, and the death of the body is the second.
For teenage students, it may not be possible to deeply understand it.
Zhuang Ziang is suffering from a terminal illness at this moment and is about to reach the end of his life.
His understanding of death far exceeds that of his peers.
After a simple idea, he picked up the pen and wrote, fluently.
Life between heaven and earth is like a white horse passing by in a flash.
Morning mushrooms do not know the new moon and full moon, and cicadas do not know spring and autumn.
A frog in a well cannot talk about the sea, and a summer insect cannot talk about ice.
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As he wrote, tears filled his eyes.
After all, he was not an ancient sage, and he did not have such an open-minded view of life and death.
The thought of never seeing his grandparents again, and never seeing the cute little butterfly, made him feel heartbroken.
After Zhuang Ziang finished writing the composition, he checked it again roughly, and there was nothing missing.
The other candidates in the examination room were still writing at their desks.
After sitting for a long time, the radio broadcast that there were fifteen minutes left before the end of the exam.
Zhuang Ziang decisively grabbed the test paper, handed it to the invigilator in advance, and then walked out of the examination room in a chic manner.
The invigilator frowned when he saw the name on the test paper.
I don't know what the child's parents think, giving a boy such a name.
But the calligraphy of this candidate is pleasing to the eye.
Zhuang Ziang took out his mobile phone and called Su Yudie.
"Little Butterfly, where are you? I handed in my paper early."
"Oh, wait for me in the flower bed."
Zhuang Ziang put down his phone and walked towards the flower bed full of hyacinths and wisteria flowers.
This has become their old date place.
Zhuang Ziang sat by the flower bed, and suddenly his eyes went dark.
A pair of warm hands covered his eyes.
A muffled voice sounded in his ears: "Guess who I am?"
"Are you childish?" Zhuang Ziang pulled down Little Butterfly's hand.
"Tsk, it's not fun, you don't even cooperate." Su Yudie pouted.
She took out the Coke she had bought in advance and handed it to Zhuang Ziang.
She pulled the ring open and made a hissing sound.
The two touched the cans.
"Zhuang Ziang, I wish you a successful start and win the first place." Su Yudie stood up and shouted.
"You promised me that if you get first place, you have to promise me one thing." Zhuang Ziang raised his eyebrows.
Su Yudie crossed her arms in an exaggerated manner and protected her chest: "You are not allowed to plot against me."
Zhuang Ziang laughed: "I don't care about your little capital."
"Big idiot, you are looking for death!"
"No, no, no, I was wrong, the Coke spilled."
The hyacinths and wisteria flowers in the flowerbed witnessed their joy.
But this joy has a sad tone.
Although Zhuang Ziang wrote Su Yudie's name on the test paper, this monthly exam was only an internal school exam and was not so formal.
Even if he didn't write his student number, the teachers could easily find him out by his handwriting.
The first place in the grade was still in his pocket.
When it was time for lunch, the two had lunch together in the cafeteria, which was economical and tasted good.
"Little Butterfly, I'm going back to take a nap. Do you want to join me?" Zhuang Ziang asked anxiously.
"Where's your good buddy?" Su Yudie suddenly thought of Li Huangxuan.
"Good buddy, what good buddy? I'm not familiar with him." Zhuang Ziang said immediately.
Anyway, Li Huangxuan couldn't hear it, so it should be okay to say that.
It's a man's nature to value beauty over friendship.
Su Yudie pursed her lips and smiled softly, and agreed to go back to take a nap together.
"Little Butterfly, I found that you seem to be alone all the time. Don't you have any friends?"
Walking on the road, Zhuang Ziang asked the doubts in his heart.
"Aren't you my friend?" Su Yudie asked back.
"Except me!" Zhuang Ziang said.
"Maybe no one likes me!" Su Yudie shook her head.
Zhuang Ziang certainly didn't believe it. How could such a beautiful and lovely girl not be liked by anyone?
If she wanted to make friends, I'm afraid all the boys in the school would have to line up.
Su Yudie suddenly stopped, tilted her head, and stared straight into Zhuang Ziang's eyes.
"Do you like me?"
Zhuang Ziang's heart was hit suddenly, and then it started beating wildly.
His cheeks were unconsciously a little hot.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to answer: "I like you!"
Su Yudie smiled and said: "Me too."
"What?" Zhuang Ziang's heart beat faster.
Do you like me too?
Are we confessing to each other?
"I said I like myself too." Su Yudie's eyes smiled into a crescent shape.
Zhuang Ziang's heart, which had been fluctuating just now, instantly turned into a straight line.
He was excited for nothing.
I won't play with you like this.
He walked downstairs of the rental house and met the landlord, Grandma Liu.
She greeted Su Yudie enthusiastically: "Little Butterfly, are you here to play with Xiaozhuang again?"
Su Yudie politely said: "Hello, Grandma."
Zhuang Ziang said: "Grandma Liu, let's go back and take a nap."
"It's broad daylight, so please be quiet and don't disturb the neighbors." Grandma Liu said in a low voice.
"It's not what you think!" Zhuang Ziang's old face turned red.
Su Yudie looked up at the sky and pretended not to understand.
But her crystal earlobes slowly turned red, which was very cute.
As an experienced person, Grandma Liu could of course see that the two people had something going on, but she was afraid that they were too shy, so she stopped joking and left.
Opening the door, Zhuang Ziang said: "You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa."
Su Yudie said: "But I want to talk to you."
Zhuang Ziang suddenly had an idea and spread a mat next to the bed and made a bed on the floor.
In this way, the two of them slept in the same room and could chat.
Su Yudie took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. She looked at the hard floor below and blinked her beautiful almond eyes at Zhuang Ziang.
"You're so hard down there, do you want to get on?"