Ming

When the bell rang for the start of the exam, Zhong Lingbian devoted himself into it, and the time passed by every minute, Zhong Ling didn't notice it at all.The whole classroom was filled with the sound of brushing and writing. Zhong Ling could hear it at first, but then he only heard his own.

When the bell rang for the end, Zhong Ling put down the pen, just enough time.She is quite confident in her first class.

In the next two days, Zhong Ling became even more confident. Although she couldn't get a glorious result, it was more than enough to get into her ideal school.I just don't know which school Kan will choose tomorrow.

The bell for the last exam rang, Zhong Ling took a breath, and it was over.The exam three years ago seemed to be yesterday, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.The year on the test paper is reminding her of what is today and what is.

Three years, neither long nor short.For Zhong Ling, these three years have been swept away by longing, and also three years of rapid growth. Although she still doesn't like to talk to classmates or elders she doesn't know well, she is also learning to think from the perspective of the other party. Therefore, Her whole body lost a bit of vigor, and she didn't have such a sharp blade anymore.

So, when the class monitor, that is, Ying Guan asked her if she wanted to go to the class's graduation party, Zhong Ling thought for a while and answered "yes".

Anyway, accompany me through the difficult years, without feelings, but also with affection.

A glass of wine before leaving, there is no reason to refuse.

Zhong Ling walked upstairs slowly and pushed open the door of her study.Only a few hours later, the room lost its original meaning.The window was opened by Zhong Ling's mother for ventilation, and the light green curtains fluttered in the wind, which matched the summer atmosphere in front of me very well.There are more than half of the bookshelves filled with reference books and test papers of various subjects. It doesn't take long to get dusty. Soon there will be old books and newspapers downstairs or on the roadside pushing a cart, and then they will be sold.It's not that Zhong Ling doesn't miss old love, it's just that there are a lot of these books, and they will remind Zhong Ling of those days that are not exactly nightmares, but they are similar, so she simply sells them.

Zhong Ling took out the classmates who graduated from junior high school, which was very popular at that time.Exams are about to take place, and the atmosphere in the class relaxes instead. Books with bright colors and fancy but full of girlish thoughts and small feelings are circulated in the class. At this time, everyone is harmonious and harmonious. Who fights with whom? Now, who speaks ill of who behind their backs, it is not so important for a while, all I know is that in the same classroom as me are my classmates who have been with me for three years, they come from different families, and they each have their own personalities and characteristics. Temper, but met each other by fate.

After crossing the robbery, the brothers are here, and when they meet, they smile and wipe out their grievances.

Zhong Ling flipped through the yellowed and crumpled pages one by one, her thoughts gradually drifting away.

At that time, she didn't want to be like other girls and let others write the classmate's booklet hypocritically. She felt that this behavior was childish.However, she couldn't control herself as her eyes always caught sight of those students with exquisite designs or novelties.When someone embarrassedly handed the classmate record to her, she acted impatiently, and she could not take it away if others wanted to, because she was afraid that Zhong Ling would be unhappy if she didn't take it away. Then she saw Zhong Ling start from the first name , and then the nickname, zodiac sign, and blood type began to be filled in, and then I felt relieved and happily went to find the next classmate.

Having written the student records of almost the entire class, Zhong Ling must admit that she is itchy.However, she also felt that buying a classmate book and then asking someone else to write it was too...so what, Zhong Ling couldn't tell what was going on, anyway, it felt weird.One day after class, she was in the stationery store outside the school, and unknowingly walked to the shelf selling classmate books. She couldn't help picking up a copy, wanting to see if it was okay and whether it fit her Zhong Ling's personality.Not good, too much pink, like a tacky doll, this black and white book is not good, too monotonous.At this moment, she heard someone calling her "Zhong Ling", and she was so frightened that she hurriedly put the things in her hands back.

But it was too late, that girl, the one who called her just now, was one of the few classmates who had a few words with Zhong Ling.Obviously, the girl has seen Zhong Ling's actions just now: "Do you want to buy this? Let me pick one for you."

Zhong Ling could only nod in embarrassment.That girl also knew Zhong Ling's character, so she didn't pick a very exciting color, and chose a book with the cover of the Pink Panther.pink?Zhong Ling didn't want it at first, but she liked this leopard a little bit.The girl looked at her expectantly, so Zhong Ling said, "I'll just buy this." The girl was very happy.

Zhong Ling looked at the delicate or childish handwriting on this notebook, and laughed aloud, and felt like crying.