the most precious

Qian Liang opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling a splitting headache.His throat was on fire, and his back was sweating profusely.He covered his head with one hand and struggled to sit up from the bed, the objects around him were blurred into his retina.Qian Liang pressed his forehead, closed his eyes, tried to focus his sight, and finally saw the surrounding environment clearly.

This is a dilapidated house.Yes, for him who has enjoyed a good life for more than ten years, the furnishings in the house can be considered shabby.The curtains were half opened, and the sunlight passed through the window and hit Qian Liang's face, forcing him to half-close his eyes.The latex paint on the wall is mottled in color, and some thin white wall dust has fallen in the corners. It looks like an old house with a lot of years.The old desk is full of tutorial books.At a glance, Qian Liang saw "Five-Year College Entrance Exam and Three-Year Simulation" in capital letters.

where am i?

He approached the desk, picked up a book, and opened the cover.

"Qian Liang"

The two words in capital letters rushed into his eyes like cannonballs, exploding his memory of more than [-] years ago.

this is my house?why am i hereIsn't it sold to someone else?

Qian Liang started to walk around, he walked around the foot of the bed to the door, opened the door to go out and have a look.

wait, who is this?

Out of the corner of Qian Liang's eye, he saw a strange figure in the mirror, and felt puzzled.He stopped and turned to face the mirror, but saw a face that was too young in the mirror.

It was a boy's face, with sharp edges and corners, a little green between the eyebrows, a high nose bridge, slightly thin lips, and a pimple appeared on the cheek.It's just that his eyes are like a dark pool, the ancient well is calm and lifeless, not like the eyes of a young man at all, which makes the young man's face look a little disharmonious.

This is?I?

Qian Liang looked at the mirror in disbelief, and the people inside had the same movements and expressions as him.

Am I dreaming?

He pinched himself hard.

pain!His wrist soon became red and swollen. He picked up the calendar on the desk and looked at it. The time went back 25 years.

Qian Liang sat weakly on the chair, letting his emotions roll like a sea tide, digesting this almost absurd fact.

It turned out that he really came back, back to the summer when he was 16 years old.

etc. 16 years old!Ah Feng! !

Qian Liang suddenly became excited, and he remembered the thing he would never forget the most in the next few decades.He tried his best to find out the day when Ah Feng confessed to him, compared with today's calendar, there is one more day.

Tomorrow is the day Ah Feng confesses his love to him! ! !

Thinking of this, Qian Liang happily jumped up from his chair.The dark eyes seemed to reflect the stars, shining a little bit of light, and finally there was a trace of popularity.

Thinking of this, Qian Liang happily began to search for suitable clothes in the closet, thinking that he must be the most handsome person in the school on the day he confessed his love.He changed clothes one after another in front of the mirror, smoothed out his hair one by one, and involuntarily began to fantasize about the confession scene in his mind.

Should I promise him first?Or should I promise him first?

"Ding ding ding ding——" the ear-piercing sound of the alarm clock interrupted Qian Liang's daydream.He picked up the alarm clock and saw it was 7 o'clock.Qian Liang managed to remember with his muddy head that he will be in the first year of high school this fall.In order to improve students' performance, the school offers summer training courses, requiring every student to participate.Go to school at 8 o'clock every day and leave school at 6 o'clock.It's time for him to go to class.

Qian Liang calmed down and began to recall what he was going to bring to class.

Textbooks should be placed in the classroom, tutorial books, mock tests, and homework should be brought.This is chemistry, this is biology, this is, oh, geography.Qian Liang stuffed a pile in a mess, picked up the schoolbag that looked like a weight, and went out.Walking on the road, the familiar scenery and the pale memories in his mind gradually overlapped and became vivid.

Speaking of which, he had noticed Ah Feng a long time ago.

After all, a boy as beautiful as him is still very rare.

At that time, he was still in junior high school, and the school organized everyone to visit the art exhibition.He has seen many works, but his favorite is a painting of golden sunflowers, bright and warm.At the bottom of this painting, a line of small words was written with a black signature pen:

by Qi Zangfeng

Qi Zangfeng, what a nice name.Unlike my name, Qian Liang, which doesn't sound nice at all, it seems like I saw the word "Liang" in a small advertisement on the side of the road, so I picked up the name by chance.

Since then, Qian Liang has remembered the name.

After graduating from the third year of junior high school, the school held a big fellowship, and Qian Liang immediately saw him shining in the crowd.

He handed Qian Liang a balloon and said, "Student, this balloon is leaking, can you help me tie it?"

Qian Liang took the balloon foolishly: "Okay, what's your name?"

He smiled slightly at Qian Liang: "My name is Qi Zangfeng."

It turned out that he was Qi Zangfeng.

In an instant, Qian Liang heard his own heartbeat.

Later, Qian Liang tried to inquire about him in different ways.He was very happy when he knew that Ah Feng and himself went to the same high school.Qian Liang secretly found out Afeng's home address and school route, and ran around in circles to meet Afeng every day, and even pretended to strike up a conversation with him very calmly, maintaining his image of a cold-faced male god.

Thinking of this, Qian Liang couldn't help laughing.That time was really the happiest time for him.Thank God for bringing him back, giving him a chance to redeem his mistakes, and giving him a chance to continue his happiness.

Qian Liang walked into Class [-] and [-] according to his memory, and sat in his seat.The first class was a Chinese class. Looking at the teacher's kind face on the podium, Qian Liang lowered his head, retracted his head under the books stacked half a foot high on the table, and poked the person next to him:

"Goudan, is there anything to eat? Hungry!"

"Who are you calling a bitch!" The person next to him glared at Qian Liang, but took out a bag of biscuits from the drawer and threw it into Qian Liang's arms.

Qian Liang quietly opened the packaging bag, pinched half of the biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.

Goudan looked at Qian Liang, touched his chin, and said, "That's not right. Did something good happen to you? Why do I feel that you are too lively today."

Qian Liang glanced at Goudan, chewed the biscuits, and said with a forced mouth, "I won't tell you."

"Hey, you ungrateful boy, you're still eating my biscuits!" Goudan punched Qian Liang.

"Wang Tiezhu, what are you doing! Talk in class, stand behind!"

The Chinese teacher scolded, "God, no, Wang Tiezhu had no choice but to stand up obediently and walked to the back of the classroom.

Qian Liang gave Wang Tiezhu a sympathetic look, and then ate the whole bag of biscuits.

Qian Liang and Wang Tiezhu have a good relationship. In junior high school, the first place in the whole grade was either Qian Liang or him.Since the two met each other, there has been a feeling of sympathy between heroes and heroes, so they can talk better in private.

Compared with Qian Liang's indifferent and restrained, Wang Tiezhu is much more lively.He is a gossip, has a wide range of friends, and is very comfortable outside, no matter what the news is, he is the first to know.Therefore, Qian Liang once asked him to tell him immediately if there is any news about Qi Zangfeng.

After class, Wang Tiezhu took the initiative to run over to Qian Liang: "Do you know? Qi Zangfeng didn't come to class today."

Qian Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely felt that something was beyond his expectation.He asked in a low voice, "Do you know why?"

Wang Tiezhu shook his head like a rattle: "I only know that he asked someone to pass the leave slip to the teacher, but I don't know about the rest. Maybe it's something at home."

After all, it happened 25 years ago. Qian Liang can't remember many details clearly. His past memory is like a layer of dust, dim and fuzzy. Only the scene of Ah Feng confessing to him is still vivid and bright in his mind. live.As for whether Ah Feng came to school the day before in his previous life, Qian Liang was really not sure.

Qian Liang wanted to find him a little bit, but he was inexplicably afraid from the bottom of his heart.Maybe it was because he was too obsessed, and it was too important for him to confess at this point in time.Subconsciously, he couldn't allow himself to do anything that might affect tomorrow.The closer it is to tomorrow, the more he looks forward to it, and the more nervous he is, he can only watch the time slowly approaching him, not daring to act rashly.

Qian Liang forced himself to ignore the little uneasiness and anxiety in his heart.