The wind blew slightly, carrying a fresh smell of grass.
In the fresh sunshine of early spring, the soft and calm breeze just embraces the warm sun naturally, without any gorgeous deliberateness or ostentation of spring flowers.
The bright sunshine, the light blue sky, the transparent clouds, the familiar campus, and the childhood playmates all combine to create the mood of February, light blue and warm.
Walking through the complex building, the usually lively "Le Leisure Area" changed from the past. It was bustling in groups. There were only a few students from Liao Liao. Looking at the color of the school uniforms, they looked very new. They should be students in the first year of high school.
"We arrived a little early." He Shiling said casually.
This spring seems to have arrived a little early. The grass in Lexian District has begun to turn slightly green from a distance, which is exactly what the saying "the color of the grass looks far away but is not there up close".
"You are here early. As a result, I didn't even finish watching "Strangers"." Ling Shuchu took over and said, "I have a new TV series. The male protagonist Li Mingshun is so handsome."
"..." He Shiling glanced at Ling Shuchu.
I was watching dramas at home during the winter vacation, but what about the one who was severely criticized for what I just said?
Um? Ling Shuchu laughed and hugged He Shiling's arm, "Let's go. I don't know if Xiaoyu and the others have arrived."
I spilled the beans. I was obviously severely criticized at home. After being criticized, I secretly watched TV!
He Shiling laughed, shook her head gently, and inadvertently glanced at the playground on the left, but met a pair of eyes.
On the parallel bars more than ten meters away, a boy was sitting. His hair was slightly long, almost covering his forehead and half of his eyes. He was holding his chin with his left hand and looking here.
I don’t know if I’ve been watching it for a long time or if I just saw it.
His right hand was resting on the parallel bars, his left foot was casually resting on the parallel bars on the side where he was sitting, and his other foot was dangling leisurely on the parallel bars. The moment their eyes met, the boy smoothed his hair with his hands and exposed his eyes. They were a pair of slender eyes, very energetic, looking here.
"What are you looking at?" Ling Shuchu turned his head and whispered, "Hey, a boy! Who is it?"
who? Looks familiar, is it Ling Chuyang?
"Mathematics course schedule for Class 4." He Shiling paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Let's go."
"Do you know each other?" Ling Shuchu felt a little strange.
The math class representative from Class 4? Who? Have not heard!
The one who is closer to Xiao Lingzi is Lin Mochen, the "Second Young Master" of Class 6!
"I'm not familiar with him. I must have met him three or four times." He Shiling responded lightly and glanced at Ling Chuyang.
Saw him in the math office last semester.
What's there?
Glancing back, there was no one fifty meters behind her and no one twenty meters to the right. She and Ling Shuchu, who had been talking, were the only ones on the central avenue.
The scenery of Yunling is in front of the office building, what is there to see here!
He Shiling glanced at Ling Shuchu beside her. She was looking forward to the left with her head tilted and her eyes wide open, curiously.
Spring seemed to have arrived a little early this year. He Shiling couldn't help but smile and walked forward.
When Ling Shuchu looked at the man again, he found that he was jumping off the parallel bars and walking towards the north gate of the playground and the direction of the dormitory building.
"Eh, he's gone? He went back to the dormitory? Hey - wait for me." Ling Hui turned around at the beginning of the year and found that He Shiling had fallen seven or eight meters down, so he hurriedly chased after him.
Unfortunately, someone witnessed what just happened.
In the southwest corner of the playground, next to a half-person-high holly, a girl with a high ponytail was sitting on the soft lawn of the playground holding a book and basking in the not-so-warm sun of early spring. Suddenly, she was greeted by a very familiar sound of " "Hi" was interrupted. Hearing the conversation of the visitor, he couldn't help but chuckle. They are also here. Everyone came very early today.
Geng Xinyu closed the book and was about to get up when he happened to see a boy not far away - to be precise, the silhouette of a boy: sitting on the parallel bars, facing the direction of Central Avenue, with slightly long hair in the early spring. Flying in the wind. Looking at it from this angle gives the viewer a "side look".
He actually showed such a trace of handsomeness.
After careful identification, it was Ling Chuyang, the math subject representative of Class 4? ! !
He gave up the idea of getting up and looked along the line of sight of the man. There were only two familiar figures on the Central Avenue. Listening to the familiar conversation, watching the figures fading away and the voices getting quieter, Ling Chuyang, who had a "sharp profile", also jumped off the parallel bars and left.
When did he sit there? She didn't remember anyone being there when she came.
Hey, that's getting interesting. Why is he here? coincide?
Well, Geng Xinyu nodded and looked at the book in his hand. Coincidence, no coincidence makes a book!
I'm afraid there's going to be a story this spring, right? I hope it's not an accident. She has experienced his destructive ability before!
Open the book and continue to hide next to Holly, leaning against the half-person-high fence of the playground to bask in the early spring sun.
On the fourth floor of the teaching building, beside the corridor window facing the playground, stood a tall figure wearing white casual clothes.
"What are you looking at, Yifan?" A boy walked up to the stairs and asked casually.
"Nothing." The man responded, closed the window and walked to the classroom, Class 1, Grade 3, a key intensive class for the Grade 3 students.
Yes, nothing.
In another half month, at the beginning of March, it will be time for him to leave.
Yunling, the place where I have lived for two years, is about to say goodbye in the blink of an eye. I just don’t know how it will end then, just like when the winter vacation of the first year of high school came, it was equally uncertain.
