"Mom, quickly put that little dress in my suitcase. I want to wear that! Oh, by the way, I also want a pair of flesh-colored stockings, oh oh oh, and that white T-shirt. Don't forget it, Mom! "
After saying that, her mother gave him a slightly angry look. Fortunately, Ling'er obediently ran to her and said a coquettish word: "Mom, you are the best, the best mother in the world, the most beautiful mother, boo!"
My mother showed a sweet and helpless smile and thought to herself, "When will my silly spirit grow up!"
In the silhouette of time, no one has grown old seriously, and everyone is living gorgeously.
When Ling'er finished packing everything seriously and busily, she didn't realize that it was already dark. She didn't want to wash her face or feet, and she was still very energetic. She lay on the soft pink princess bed, supporting her small head, and enjoying the friends she met in the new semester and the beautiful school.
"Will I meet like-minded best friends at school, will I meet my destined person when I eat one day or when I don't bring an umbrella on a rainy day, and will I meet a teacher who makes things difficult for me?" Her mind is full of fantasies and unknowns, just like a child fantasizes about a hundred thousand whys.
Outside the window, the moonlight gently poured out. It was the first quarter of the moon tonight, and half of it was missing. Looking out from her window, she could see the bamboos being blown by the night wind. The sound of swish, the wind blowing the forest, and after a sound, it turned into a bone tower and pushed down everything.
Her home is in the fringe of urban and rural areas, where she lives by water, and because she is in southern Shaanxi, she has a unique flavor! Since he was a child, he liked to listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the house, and he liked to poke out his head to see the gurgling river outside the window when it was as warm as spring, because there was a small river under the house.
Take a closer look, there are women washing clothes, fathers taking their daughters carefully to step on cold stones in the river, and young couples who look like students secretly walk by the river holding hands, holding some stones into the water.
There are a few old willow trees beside the river, with fluffy green hair on their heads. They use their thick bodies to protect the safety of the river bank and bring a trace of coolness to the people here in summer.
"That's good, ah, it's really my luck that I can live in such a wonderful village, hee hee." Ling'er smiled innocently.
She is going to school tomorrow. She has a sweet dream. In the dream, there are braised pig's trotters in the canteen, which is her favorite food. There are spacious and bright classrooms, bright classmates, and roommates who help each other. In the dream, she sits on a brand-new plastic playground and watches the boys lift their clothes to wipe off the sweat from their foreheads. She sees the students playing football speeding by like the wind and fiercely grab a football.
"Hmm, I want to stay. I've been sitting here blowing the wind and drinking Coke. Hahaha." She couldn't help laughing in her dream. How much he wished everything would come true like a dream.
（Perhaps, the beginning of everything has been doomed, and everything is in the hands of the god of fate, including his encounter with her.）
Early the next morning, she hurriedly went out with her mother and came to the school gate that she was yearning for. She did not disappoint him. The plaque at the magnificent gate was burned with several gilded characters, ZhangChuan Middle School.
She clapped her hands, looked at the full number of people in front of her who had signed up, and walked in excitedly, even forgetting the luggage behind her.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Not far away, a boy's crisp and hurried shout came. Ling'er looked back and saw a handsome young man. She was wearing a black cotton and linen sports jacket with a beautiful photo printed on it to commemorate Monroe. She couldn't help but "Eh!" "Yes," he said.
The boy stepped on a pair of very foreign and spotless white sneakers. Although she didn't know what brand they were, she felt very beautiful in her heart.
He pulled a large suitcase in his left hand, and his body looked so heroic and straight.
The sound of his suitcase whirling reached her ears, and the boy lowered the brim of his hat. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could faintly see his clear outline and white skin. The sunlight cast a vague light, but against the background of the shadow, he highlighted his thick eyebrows, which were very clear and attractive.
"He was quite rude when he yelled." Ling'er thought silently in her heart.
But just as she thought so, she suddenly saw the boy raising the brim of his hat and smiling shyly at the pedestrians who were rubbed by him on the side of the road, showing a row of white and neat teeth, curved eyebrows with a smile, handsome and hearty.
"However, why is this smile so similar? It seems that she has actually seen it before." Ling'er looked at him a few more times. When the boy's gaze shifted to her, she made a mischievous face at him. She lowered her head and mischievously whispered to her ear, "See you at school."
"Have I seen you?" She wondered in her heart? However, the moment he suddenly approached, she was extremely unprepared. She felt so shy that she couldn't speak. The delicious fragrance of washing powder on her black T-shirt came from the tip of her nose. At this moment, her heart seemed to be beating a beat.
She subconsciously pinched the box tightly and walked forward in a panic. "This kid, really, hmph!" She thought curiously and shyly.
When she dragged her suitcase forward, she saw the tall camphor trees on both sides of the school. The camphor trees bear purple and black fruits, which made it seem that it was more and more a grand summer day, and the cicadas that kept chirping on the trees made her feel very happy. She looked at the vast blue sky, and there were birds flying by from time to time. "Could it be that they are also rushing to a grand banquet, rushing to catch up?"
Remembering the past, leaving time blank, and the midsummer illusion of July writes the girl's beautiful wishes. Together with the tall trees, the bright sunshine, the rising sun and the water color, they all give birth to different colors with the girl's cheerful mood.
The ink-like green soaks this world, and the white sunlight shines through the silhouette of camphor trees and falls mischievously on her hand, and the chirping birds play a joyful song.
"A crane lining the clouds in a clear sky will lead poetry to the blue sky." At this time, he really wanted to create a wonderful campus poem, but her talent was not enough, so she could only shake her head without sigh.
I thought in my heart that I must study Chinese hard in the future, turn all my talents into rows of words in ink on books, fill the blank space overnight, and then collect the crumbs of time and spread them into a gorgeous robe like Zhang Ailing.
Only the difference is that she doesn't let her robe become covered with lice, but swaying youthful style and vibrant colors! She looked towards the sky and smiled sweetly!
（The young man I am in love with, comes from the heaven
He had no intention of overturning the candlelight of love
yet Ignited the twilight that burns my eyes)
She dragged her blue suitcase and walked slowly towards the academic affairs office where she registered. The academic affairs office was located in a dark bamboo forest. The bamboo forest was planted in clusters and was planted in a small area of land. It looked like children who were restricted from their freedom of growth. However, the bamboo shoots that jointed inside were quite cute.
Under the shelter of the entire bamboo forest, this place seemed particularly cool this summer, and it had the boldness of vision of a hermit living alone. Moreover, because it was the Academic Affairs Office, it added a bit of majesty. "Tsk tsk, this place is suitable for living alone, not for staying long."
I'd better sign up and leave! " After saying that, he picked up his suitcase and quickened his pace. He stepped into the floor surrounded by the iron door and entered the high-class venue on the second floor.
There was no one inside, only the students waiting in line. "It seems that the teachers here are quite busy." She looked around and found that the scenery outside from the second floor was excellent. She could see the academic building opposite and the most bustling road leading to the gate.
If there is any shoving or fighting, it can be seen here.
"I wonder if the kids in high school are so miserable. Amen, I hope it's not the first year of high school!" After she finished speaking, she drew a prayer on her chest.
Her earnest prayer appearance attracted the students next to her.
"Hello, classmate, did you sign up for Class 1 of High School?" Me too, my name is Su Xiao! " "Hello, I'm Zhao Ling'er. We are in the same class, so I need to take care of you in the future. " She looked at Su Xiao friendly.
Su Xiao is worthy of her name. She is very small and has a particularly sweet smile. She has sweet dimples and crescent-like eyebrows, and her big eyes are shining. She is very beautiful and attractive.
Even when she saw it, she unconsciously developed a kind of affection for her, let alone that boy?
After saying that, the tall and thin boy who met at the door took the initiative to talk to Xiaoxiao. "Hello, I heard you say that you are from Class 1. Me too. It's okay. My name is Chen Yang. I can take care of you in the future. Hehe, taking care of girls, of course, you have to leave it to boys!"
After saying that, he smiled shyly like Xiaoxiao reached out his hand, and Xiaoxiao jokingly said, "Why are you still eavesdropping on us? Hmph!" Said unhappy, but still stretched out friendly hands.
The boy's hand is very cold, and it seems that there are cocoons. Xiaoxiao wondered for a moment: "Why are there cocoons?" But his doubts only flashed by.
Chen Yang mischievously pinched his little fishbone braid, then pouted his mouth and hit him in dissatisfaction. "Don't move!" The two of them frolicked for a while, like old friends for many years, "These two bastards, really." "She spit out in her mouth, but she couldn't hide her happiness in her heart. She hoped to play with them in the future and have their company for three years.
"It's boring to death without such a lovely person!" She thought in her heart, and unconsciously looked outside again. She looked thoughtful. People who didn't know thought that she was grieving the spring and autumn.
However, she didn't know that a bookish youth with a golden frame was watching her not far away, holding a sketchbook in his hand.
The name is, the young girl's innocent thoughts.
On the background board, a girl with a tall ponytail looked at the swaying bamboo.
（It would be nice if you get whiter and whiter by the sun, it would be nice if you eat more and get thinner, and it would be nice if you miss you more and can see you.）
The teacher finally appeared in her youth with half her face hidden from us behind her guitar. There was no gorgeous opening. Just like ordinary teachers, she came in with thick materials and books. She wore very professional black and white overalls and looked very dignified. When she finally walked in, she didn't forget to push her glasses.
Without a pair of straight black ponytails, I really wouldn't recognize a female teacher.
"A teacher like him, I'm afraid he really won't find an object in the future." Chen Yang clasped his hands and curled his lips. "Why?" Xiaoxiao asked.
"Because, I saw that the bags under her eyes are drooping, the circles under her eyes are black, and the fish tail suddenly appears. She has an extraordinary fate, so she definitely needs the opportunity to wait for someone who is destined to be!" After saying that, she quietly approached Zhao Ling'er and suddenly lowered her head and said, "Do you think that's true?"
Ling'er, who was suddenly shocked, didn't react.
He looked up and saw Chen Yang's enlarged face beside her. The redness on his face had not faded because of the frolicking, and a faint bead of sweat inadvertently dripped down from his forehead. Even his short hair looked so youthful and flamboyant. The green beard that slightly pierced his skin had not yet been shaved clean.
Especially this smile, Nianhua seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, warm and soft.
With a smile, the words used to describe women were so suitable for him.
"He really is a monster. He is still so outgoing. I don't know how many girls he will charm in the future. Tsk." Her intuition told him that the boy's future youth would not be monotonous.
Before the summer solstice, the camphor tree was dyed green for a summer, and there was a floating green sea everywhere. The rose red faded away, and the turquoise was put on the shelves. Later, there were large patches of dazzling dark green. The story of youth unfolds slowly in this long summer.
"I don't know. What did you say? Say it again." Ling'er looked at Chen Yang with a dazed expression.
"Alright, let me say it again. Listen, let me ask you, do you think our teacher can find a partner?" He spoke seriously, his face serious.
"In my opinion, she can be found. At first glance, people are a strong woman with outstanding working ability. How many people are eager to marry a smart and capable wife? Besides, my mother said that now my husband's family likes women in the profession of teachers best. Their jobs are stable and respected. How wonderful!" She took her mother's words and solemnly told Chen Yang.
"That's not necessarily true. I don't like strong women." He said disdainfully.
Instead, he said gently, "I like being gentle and gentle. Girls still have to look like girls!"
"Who said that we girls can't hold up half the sky? In ancient times, Mu Guiying was in command, Mulan joined the army, Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady in modern times, argued about the leadership of our country, and Madame Curie. Song Meiling's family is not only beautiful but also capable, and their marriage is also beautiful. All of them are first-class and powerful. A woman doesn't let a man. Why should it be defined by secular eyes? "
Xiaoxiao interjected at this moment.
Hit the floor, steady and unchaotic words suddenly choked Chen Yang speechless.
He could only purse his mouth and listen unwillingly.
But when she finished speaking, the two of them started quarreling again.
Chattering with each other like noisy sparrows in the trees.
While they were talking in Kan Kan, the gentle boy standing by the gilded iron gate started another picture, named: The Unknown Debate.
Several boys and girls were engaged in an unknown debate fiercely, blushing and lively. This style was elegant without losing tension. Just a pencil was used to outline the appearance of several people panting excited because of the quarrel. It was enough to see that this boy's pen skills were very profound.
Ling'er, who has always been used to being heartless but occasionally careful, finally observed that there was an elegant and quiet tall thin boy drawing them silently in a corner.
He was quiet and calm. His white shirt was cleanly washed and the golden buttons were fastened without any mess. His body exuded a calm and reassuring feeling. I don't know why Ling'er, who had never seen him before, felt this way.
She quietly approached the boy, but didn't want to disturb him. The two bastards inside had already entered and signed up. With so many people, she'd better wait and talk about it. After saying that, he continued to approach him.
He had drawn the general outline, leaving only a few details that he needed to slowly outline. These details had been remembered in his heart, and he didn't need to observe anything else. Therefore, he didn't notice Ling'er's approach at all.
"Wow, this is me!" It's really too similar! " Ling'er, who still couldn't hold back after investigating, exclaimed in amazement. Scared the quiet boy who was painting.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. " The boy subconsciously stepped back, approaching the corner, and the girl saw his face clearly the moment he looked up.
His facial features were not as beautiful as Chen Yang, but he was indeed very delicate and attractive. His nose was tall and straight, his eyebrows were faint but his eyes were bright and bright. His face was square, giving people an atmospheric feeling, as if he was fearless of the unknown. One black and the other white, which is in obvious contrast with Chen Yang.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have painted without your permission. I'm sorry! " He smiled shyly. Like a bright and transparent clear spring.
Very warm and natural.
Let the cold and quiet face add a lot of vitality.
"Well, it's fine. On behalf of them, I allow you to requisition our portrait rights." Ling'er said mischievously.
"Thank you." He said indifferently without leaving a trace.
It was like the sound of a bird's wings flying across the sky. It was so light and insignificant, but it was this important sentence that narrowed the distance between them, making Ling'er feel that he was someone who could be close to.
"Can I have a look at another painting?"
"Of course, you can see!" He dug out another painting carefully, like a treasure in his collection.
He was surprised to find that the first picture turned out to be a close-up of him alone.
Both of them smiled shyly.
"I didn't mean to do it. I just... think you look very beautiful when you think seriously." The young man smiled embarrassedly.
But the girl in the painting blushed with shame, as if she was drunk.
"Come in quickly. We have the seats for you two. It's almost our turn." Chen Yang's hurried roar instantly broke their embarrassment.
"Come on, you can sign up with me. We will stand in the front position. This will save you a lot of time."
"Alright, let's go together."
Ling'er nodded and then shyly lowered her head.
On the background board, a girl with a tall ponytail looked at the swaying bamboo.
He had drawn the general outline, leaving only a few details that he needed to slowly outline. These details had been remembered in his heart, and he didn't need to observe anything else. Therefore, he didn't notice Ling'er's approach at all.
Ling'er nodded and then shyly lowered her head.