most beautiful

September [-]st, as usual, is the first day of classes at the High School Affiliated to Normal School.

On the first day, the head teacher announced that there would be exams for each subject, and amidst the complaints from the students, he handed out the exam papers.

He Ping'an was still sitting in the last row bored, taking exams or something, but he just got one or two from the bottom in random answers, and he didn't care at first.

But 10 minutes later, he accidentally saw a question on the test paper that he had done during the summer vacation. He Pingan wrote it down from his memory and calculated the result.

"Mist Grass" He Ping'an was secretly delighted, and began to take each exam seriously, writing down the answers he thought were correct.

A few days later, during evening self-study, He Pingan blatantly read the comic book he borrowed from his classmate — Naruto Ninja — under the watchful eyes of the class teacher, and at the same time murmured in his heart. weird.

Sure enough, the physics teacher came to find the head teacher, and the two chatted quietly, their eyes fixed on themselves.

what happens?He Ping'an's heart was breaking down.

"He Pingan" After a while, the head teacher walked up to him, "Come with me to the office."

"Ah? Oh." He Pingan stood up under the pity eyes of his classmates, and walked out of the classroom quickly.

"Put away my comic book quickly." Zhang Han, who was close to him, called out behind him.

"Teacher, haven't I made any mistakes recently?" He Pingan couldn't wait to clarify himself when he arrived at the office.

On weekdays, the head teacher who looked down on me and the physics teacher who sat aside and had basically given up on me looked at each other, and asked with a smile, "He Pingan, I heard that you have a make-up class during the holiday?"

"How do you know?" He Ping'an was puzzled.

The class teacher took a few test papers on the table, "Let's have a look."

He Ping'an flipped through it, it was his exam paper for each subject, and for the first time there were many checkmarks on it.

He Ping'an was secretly happy, finally he was worthy of the time he wasted during the summer vacation, and he was worthy of Lu Ming.

Class teacher: "You have passed the 150-point paper, except for biology and physics, and you have passed the rest of the subjects. English and chemistry have improved the most. At first I thought you copied it. Later, I called your grandma and found out that you are on summer vacation. Find someone to make up for it."

He Pingan was happy, "Yeah!"

The head teacher was happy to see him, and said, "You are finally not the last one this time."

"How many names is that?" He Pingan asked.

"34 people, there are [-] people behind you." The head teacher replied with a smile, "But don't get too excited and be complacent. The questions this time are simple. If you want to be admitted to university, you must continue to work hard."

He Pingan seemed to see hope, and the previous confusion and entanglement were swept away, "Yeah!"

The physics teacher interjected, "Why did you suddenly change your gender? Do you have any goals? What university do you want to go to?"

He Ping'an suddenly thought of the photo of Lu Ming in the book with a happy smile on his face, "University A? Department of Chemistry?"

"Pfft—" the two teachers laughed at the same time.

The physics teacher said, "He Ping'an, University A is the leading university in city A, and the Department of Chemistry at University A is ranked among the best in the country. Even the first in our class may not be able to pass the exam. Your goal is too ambitious. Be realistic."

He Ping'an lowered his head, looked disappointed, nodded and said, "Oh." Luming was really powerful.

Class teacher "But as long as you work hard towards this goal, you can still be admitted to the Department of Physical Education of University A, or other universities. You should study hard in the future and read less extracurricular books, you know?"

He Pingan scratched his hair and continued to nod, "Oh."

Back in the classroom, He Pingan put away the comic books, thought for a while, took out his cell phone, edited a text message, entered the test scores of each subject, and sent it to Lu Ming.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Lu Ming had frequent headaches and tinnitus recently, so he began to massage the acupuncture points on his head at night, and felt the phone vibrate. Lu Ming touched the phone and saw He Pingan's text message.

In the quiet and empty bedroom, there was a sneer.

"It sucks."

A few minutes later, He Ping'an received a reply from Lu Ming, "The test is not bad, but the biology is too bad, keep working hard!"

Not counting the punctuation of fourteen characters, He Ping'an read it several times.

With an unconcealable happy smile on his face, He Pingan took out his biology textbook and began to read.

After more than ten days like this, He Ping'an's performance in the classroom surprised every teacher, and privately lamented that the bottom one in the class who used to be maverick and difficult to discipline turned his personality, not only got rid of the bottom ranking, but also I started to listen carefully to the class.

Even He Ping'an's classmates in the same grade know that He Ping'an, who has dyed yellow hair but walks sideways, and entered the school with his rich father, has started to study in the third year of high school. It's a strange thing.

The subject in question is ignorant.

It was another night of self-study, and He Pingan, who was working hard to make progress, heard the sound of rain that suddenly became louder, and frowned and looked out the window.

In mid-September, autumn came quietly. The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days, and the weather has been much colder.

Coupled with such a heavy rain, Lu Ming's body did not know what happened.

He Pingan looked at the row of tall poplar trees that were ruthlessly destroyed by wind and rain but still stood upright in the dark night, and for some reason remembered the night when Lu Ming staggered home.

Although at the time I tactfully relieved Lu Ming's pain, it was still a bit thrilling in retrospect.

Lu Ming, who has always been gentle and quiet, would lose his temper due to the pain, lose his mind and self-mutilate. The phantom limb pain is really terrible.

And that time seems to be the reason for the change of weather.

The bean-sized raindrops slapped on the window in a hurry, and He Pingan couldn't concentrate on studying anymore, so he simply hid in the toilet and smoked under the pretext.

After smoking a cigarette, He Pingan opened the window of the bathroom, and a gust of cool wind and raindrops rushed towards his face.

After dispelling the smell of cigarettes from his body, He Pingan returned to the classroom, found an excuse to ask the class teacher for leave, and left the school early.

Lu Ming's home is not far from the High School Attached to A Normal School. He Pingan put on a raincoat, pushed his bicycle into the rain, and rode towards Lu Ming's home.

After rushing to the door of Lu Ming's house in one breath, He Pingan remembered that he left the key on the desk in the study the day he slammed the door.

He Pingan was too regretful at the moment, so he could only knock on the door appointedly.

He Ping'an knocked on the door vigorously while calling Lu Ming's name, worried that it would affect the rest of the neighbors, but he didn't dare to make too much noise.

No one came to open the door, it was raining outside, and there was only He Pingan's anxious voice in the corridor.

"What should I do?" He Pingan was in a hurry, "Should I call Lu Ming's mother? A phone call? By the way, a mobile phone!"

He Ping'an was pleasantly surprised to find the only tool that he could get in touch with Lu Ming at this time.

He Pingan took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Lu Ming, "I'm outside your house, can you open the door for me?" '

Half an hour later, He Ping'an pressed his face against the door and listened to the movement inside, but the room was still silent.

After a while, when He Pingan was about to call Lu Ming, the door opened.

Lu Ming looked calm, but his whole body was exhausted. He was not wearing prosthetics or even a hearing aid, and was sitting in a wheelchair.

The two haven't seen each other for nearly a month.

He Pingan just stood at the door, forgot to close the door, forgot to speak.

What caught his eyes was Lu Ming's bleeding and cracked lower lip. He Pingan was still wondering if Lu Ming had committed suicide again.

Because Lu Ming's face was terribly pale at this time, He Ping'an also noticed that his hands were tightly pinching the stumps of his legs, and he never let go.

"Cough, cough, cough" A gust of cold autumn wind blew by, Lu Ming clenched his fists to his mouth, coughed a few times, and said hoarsely to He Pingan, "Come in."

"Ah? Oh!" He Ping'an suddenly realized that Lu Ming must be covered in cold sweat at this time, it's not good to catch a cold, he will catch a cold.

He Pingan hurriedly turned around and closed the door, changed into slippers and entered the house.