Meng Yao's senior year in high school was very busy.
Her time seemed to be filled with endless questions and test papers that she could never finish.
The lights in her room went out later and later, and the pen refills were used up faster and faster. For a while, Meng Yao had no other memories except the content about studying.
To her, the days are just like doing the same thing as yesterday, nothing new, but the countdown to the college entrance examination date in the classroom is constantly shortening, reminding her all the time, making people dare not relax at all.
Under this situation, Meng Yao had no time to think about anything else.
One night when she was studying questions, Song Lan brought her a cup of hot milk, and Meng Yao was still in a trance.
Only then did she realize that she hadn't communicated with her family for a long time, not only Song Lan, but also Meng Yuanshan.
Everyone knew that this year was a critical period, and no one bothered her at will. The conflicts and barriers between her and Song Lan were temporarily put aside, and no one mentioned it again. In the face of the college entrance examination, Song Lan's relationship with her became unprecedentedly harmonious.
From this day on, Meng Yao would often receive a cup of heated milk and a small plate of peeled walnuts at night.
Song Lan would not disturb her and would leave the room as soon as it was delivered. Once, as soon as Song Lan delivered the milk to the table, Meng Yao held the pen and looked down at the question book. Without looking up, she said, "Thank you, mom."
Song Lan paused and glanced at her. The light outlined Meng Yao's profile.
Her hair was much longer than before. She didn't have time to cut it, so it fell down. She had just taken a shower, and the ends of her hair were still a little wet.
She was already thin, but her face seemed to have shrunk a bit during this period. Song Lan did not respond to the thank you, but before leaving the room, he told her to remember to blow dry her hair before going to bed at night.
After Song Lan went out, Meng Yao was stunned for a few seconds.
The milk is slightly sweet, and the walnut kernels are things that Meng Yao would not touch normally, but Meng Yao still ate them all after writing the question.
The hour hand had pointed to twelve o'clock in the night, and Song Lan had already rested. Meng Yao took the milk cup out to the kitchen to wash it, then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth before getting ready for bed.
Time flies, summer passes, and autumn comes unknowingly.
Meng Yao lay on his side on the bed. Before going to bed, he saw the bright moonlight pouring down in the thick night outside the window through the gap in the curtains that were not tightened.
She looked at the bright moon in the silent darkness, and finally closed her eyes and fell asleep for a long time.
A dreamless night.
*
In early November, Feng Han ushered in the midterm exam for the first semester of his senior year. After the exam, Shen Heyi specially took a self-study class to conduct a class meeting to summarize the exam.
Before the end of the class meeting, Shen Heyi asked them to set a goal and write it on a piece of paper. The content included the direction they should strive for in the next half semester and the ranking they wanted to achieve in the final exam.
The note is posted above the desk to serve as a warning.
Meng Yao's grades have always been relatively stable, and his ranking in liberal arts has never fallen out of the top ten in the school. He did well in the midterm exam this time and got fourth. In the line of target ranking, Meng Yao wrote down the top three. .
The school's performance rankings are very tight, and sometimes the difference between first and fourth is only two or three points.
So if we continue with this trend and work hard, it won't be difficult for Meng Yao to get into the top three.
Shen Heyi didn't comment on the goal note she wrote. She walked around the classroom and asked with a smile, "Didn't anyone write first place as the goal?"
I don’t know if I really don’t have this ambition or if I am embarrassed, but no one in the classroom said anything.
Shen Heyi waited for a few seconds, smiled helplessly, and was about to speak when someone suddenly raised his hand in the back row of the classroom.
"Teacher, my final goal is to be number one."
Suddenly someone made a sound, and everyone's eyes were focused on one place.
Under everyone's gazes of curiosity or shock mixed with a hint of admiration, Xi Rou smiled fearlessly and said, "I want to follow the example of outstanding people. I also want to experience the feeling of being first."
"And the goal is just to try your best."
Her tone was cunning and generous.
Song Heyi laughed and nodded approvingly: "I like your calmness and confidence, and I applaud you."
Song Heyi took the lead, and there was a burst of applause in the classroom.
As the applause faded, Song Heyi glanced at every young face and said slowly and seriously: "Actually, there is something Xi Rou said that is right. We should all look up to outstanding people. Healthy competition can stimulate our enthusiasm. Motivation, I hope each of us can climb the peak bravely and stand at the highest point."
This sentence is like a pebble thrown into the lake making little ripples. At an age where it is easy to get excited, the passion deep in my heart is easily aroused.
Meng Yao kept turning his head and looked at Xi Rou.
There was a bright smile on her face, and she had a kind of smart beauty.
Such girls with distinctive personalities are like the rising sun, brave and not afraid of the long road ahead.
It's enviable.
After class, Meng Yao sat in her seat sorting out the wrong questions for the midterm exam, and Song Siqi sat next to her. After rearranging seats in the senior year of high school, she and Song Siqi were no longer seated at the same table, but their relationship remained the same.
Song Siqi's high school entrance examination results were just shy of the top ten in the school, and she was filled with regret. When she just filled in her target ranking, she wrote ninth without even thinking.
She said that she was bound to be in the top ten, and the ninth position was quite suitable for her.
"However," when talking about the target ranking, Song Siqi couldn't help but mention Xi Rou, "I quite admire her. She is the kind of person who is very clear about her own ideas and future. She expresses what she wants openly. , this kind of frank character is really endearing.”
Meng Yao agreed with this, she held the pen and nodded.
"And let me tell you, according to my reasonable guess." Song Siqi glanced back quickly, leaned close to Meng Yao, and whispered in her ear, "Xi Rou's sentence of 'you should look up to outstanding people' is definitely true." Refers to Xu Yao."
The sudden appearance of this name made Meng Yao's heart skip a beat.
Song Siqi said: "After all, most people can't stand a girl like Xi Rou, let alone make her admire her."
Song Siqi said rationally: "You know, during the English competition last year, Xi Rou frankly said that Xu Yao was her learning goal."
"Everyone has heard this. Although she emphasized that it was for study, I think there are also some personal feelings involved."
"After all." Song Siqi smiled, "Xu Yao, who doesn't yearn to be or be close to him."
This sentence unintentionally touched the most secret thoughts in Meng Yao's heart, causing her to lose consciousness for a moment.
Not long after this, the severe winter season came.
There was a dampness in the air. Meng Yao was not in good health and was afraid of the cold. He drank hot water more frequently in winter.
There are rumors going around that it might snow this winter.
Song Siqi tied a scarf around her neck to cover half of her face from the wind. She didn't believe it when she heard this rumor: "It was also spread last winter, and the weather forecast said it would snow. But after looking forward to the whole winter, there were not even a few snowflakes. Saw one."
Meng Yao hadn't read the weather forecast for a long time.
She was at school when the weather forecast was shown on the TV at home. As for her mobile phone, there were very few holidays during the senior year of high school. Even during the holidays, Song Lan kept her mobile phone under the pretext of studying in her senior year and did not let her have a chance to touch it.
Meng Yao is now in contact with her grandparents, including Meng Yuanshan, and she has to take Song Lan's mobile phone during her vacation. If the time exceeds twenty minutes, Song Lan will inevitably be pushed.
Most people don't take rumors of snow seriously.
The weather is getting colder.
The cold wind felt like a razor blade on my face, which hurt a little.
This afternoon, Meng Yao's class was having a math class, and suddenly there was a snapping sound outside the window. At first, everyone thought it was raining. It was raining heavily. Later, the classmate who was still sitting near the window noticed something was wrong, looked out the window, and immediately exclaimed: "Holy crap, it's snowing!"
I was so excited that as soon as I said the words, I realized that this was a class, and I was done thinking.
Sure enough, Luo Yiping, who was lecturing on the podium, was looking at him with frowning words, and the words of reprimand were on his lips. When the other students in the class heard the word "snow", they all turned their heads.
"Really? Is it really snowing?"
There was a commotion in the classroom, and many people craned their necks to look outside.
"It's true! Small ice particles fell on the window!"
This group of people must have been studying for a long time and were a little depressed. Suddenly seeing the snow falling, each one became more excited than the other, completely ignoring the dark-faced teacher on the podium.
Luo Yiping knocked on the podium several times and managed to silence everyone, but everyone could no longer fully focus on the blackboard, and all their thoughts ran out of the window.
The bell just rang. Luo Yiping took the textbook and announced that the class was over. Before anyone left the classroom, the students below had already left their seats one by one. Some rushed to the windows, and some slipped into the corridor outside the classroom, all watching the ice. Grains fall.
It was strange, as if I had never seen anything like this before.
It was not until the evening that snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Compared with the ice particles that have been falling all afternoon, this is truly snowing.
Song Siqi was so excited that she kept praying that the snow would fall even harder.
"I want to build a snowman and have a snowball fight."
Her tone was full of anticipation.
Unfortunately, until the end of the evening self-study, the snow outside the window showed no tendency to increase.
Meng Yao was walking on the way home. Snowflakes fell and fell on her hair and clothes. Meng Yao spread her palms to catch them. The snowflakes floated in her palms, small pieces, and soon melted again.
Meng Yao blinked. Maybe he had been studying for a long time, but during the short journey home, he felt a long-lost sense of ease.
When she got home, Meng Yao's hair and clothes were a little wet as expected. She put down her schoolbag and went to the bathroom to take a shower, blow-dried her hair and walked out. Song Lan made a cup of isatis root granules and handed it to her to drink.
"This is a critical period to avoid catching a cold."
"Oh, and one more thing." Song Lan warned, "It's snowing these two days. Remember to put an umbrella in your schoolbag as a backup."
Meng Yao lowered her eyes and stared at the cup of brown potion for a few seconds. She never liked drinking these things, and her eyes were a little resistant, but Song Lan never noticed this, so he put the cup into her hand and left.
Meng Yao held the glass and looked at the heat rising from the mouth of the glass. She stood there quietly for a while and drank. The taste of isatis root was really not good. She frowned and then went into the bathroom. Rinse your mouth several times.
