7:5 am.

Qingchen stood at Xingfuli Station, District 5 of City No. 5, waiting for the light rail train to arrive as scheduled.

A gust of wind blew in the pocket of the boy's white sweatpants, making his thin figure seem to fly into the sky.

He looked at everything in front of him and always felt as if he had forgotten something, and as if he had never remembered something.

At 7:10, the light rail arrived.

Qingchen walked into the train and quickly walked towards Car No. 2.

He held the ring in the carriage and his body swayed slightly with the light rail.

In the early morning of the city, the train passed through the buildings, like a white pegasus, making a rumbling sound.

At 7:35, the light rail arrived at the Ginkgo Station. Outside the window was a huge ginkgo tree. In autumn, the leaves of the ginkgo tree were golden and scattered all over the ground.

Within a radius of dozens of meters, the ginkgo tree looked like a layer of golden sunshine, which was honest and brilliant.

Qingchen looked sideways at the car door, and the girl with twin ponytails walked up with her headphones and stood not far away from him.

Two meters away from each other, his eyes had to pass through the gaps of the passengers before he could see the girl's silhouette.

At this time, someone patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "It's so early!"

Qingchen looked at it and was a little dazed for a moment.

But Zard also got on the bus at this stop, and was standing behind him with her arms around her shoulders. Xiao Liu laughed happily and said, "What are you looking at? Why are you distracted?"

Xiao Liu leaned over and followed Qingchen's gaze and walked through the gap. He looked at the saplings not far away. He immediately started to whisper: "How many years have you been?"

Zard said, "Have you written your homework in Qingchen?"

Qingchen said, "I've written it, you can copy it, but if you don't study hard, you won't be able to get into Qinghe University next year."

Xiao Liu said indifferently: "A person like me is destined to be unable to go to college, and I have no great ambitions. When you get admitted to Qinghe University, I will set up a pancake stall at the entrance of the university. Then you will fool your classmates to take care of my business. Am I very business-minded? I will give you a commission!"

Qingchen: "..."

Xiaoliu asked: "Why do you work so hard and want to take the Qinghe University exam?"

Zard said, "I know!"

As he said that, he whispered to the girl: "I heard that Yangyang wants to take the Qinghe University, so he also wants to take the exam, hehehe."

Qingchen was silent for a moment: "Why do I feel that you are normal and not very likable in the future?"

Zard scratched his head: "What does it mean? What does it mean after I get normal?"

"Copy your homework."

Zard and Xiaoliu took out the LCD panel on the light rail and frantically made up for homework at Qingchen's answer. During this period, they had to deliberately correct several options, otherwise the teacher would doubt it.

Qingchen, Zard and Xiaoliu wore the same school uniform, just like everyone's friends when they were young. There were always some people carrying their schoolbags on their backs, some people didn't do their homework the day before, some people talked loudly, and some people had a crush on girls and kept their thoughts deep in their hearts.

When a girl you like passes by, they will deliberately play and play to attract the girl's attention.

Qingchen looked at the two of them copying homework, and for some reason he felt comfortable.

It’s not because they copied homework, but because they saw that the world was particularly beautiful when they saw them still around.

Strange, why does this feel?

...

...

When they arrived at the school stop, the girl got off the bus first, and the three of them followed behind and discussed going to play football after school in the afternoon.

The classroom was lively. Yangyang stuffed his schoolbag into the desk and sat in the first row, while Qingchen and his friends sat in the last row by the window.

The sun shines on his face and his eyes shine on the girl's back.

During the break, the students stood on the playground and formed a square array, Qingchen stood in front and counted the beats silently. Only when the sixth section was turning and moving, could they look back at the girl behind the team. The girl was wearing a white school uniform, and she was young and charming.

When I was a student, even when I put my homework book with the person I liked, I felt a little happy.

Youth is like a bottle of cheap iced soda in a convenience store. It was so beautiful at that time, but when I looked back, I couldn’t find the taste of it at that time.

At noon, three friends went to the cafeteria to have dinner. Wang Yuchao, Zhao Mingke and others who grew up in the same neighborhood came over. Wang Yuchao saw that there was meat in Qingchen's plate and his eyes lit up: "Your brother and sister-in-law are so nice to you. They worked hard on the construction site and gave you such high living expenses, for fear of being hungry."

Qingchen suddenly wiped the corner of his eyes: "You are all still here."

Xiao Liu touched his forehead: "How can we just talk nonsense today? We have been there all the time."

Qingchen ate the food on the plate cleanly, and the plate was clean and reflective after the meal.

At this time, an old man walked past the cafeteria with a hunched back, and his smile kindly supervised the students not to waste: "Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard, and you all have to learn to be Qingchen and not waste food!"

When the students saw him, they immediately stood up in a hurry and greeted him: "Hello, Principal."

Principal Li Xiurui said with a smile: "Sit down, sit down, hurry up and have a meal."

Qingchen looked at the principal's hunched back, and the other party was just guarding the cafeteria day after day, looking at the students, just like looking at his own children.

If the other party finds that there are students who are particularly poor and can only eat protein bars, he will also provide the opportunity to work and study.

It is said that the principal went on a hunger strike last year and finally asked the students for a lunch subsidy, making the food in the cafeteria half cheaper than outside.

Biology teacher wrench and geography teacher Hawthorn said during a chat that the Ministry of Education will suspend this subsidy this year. The old principal has planned to go to the Ministry of Education to sit in the quiet again, and they will follow this time.

The teachers in this school are famous for being a thorn in the city No. 5. If the Ministry of Education does not approve it, they will directly block the door of the Ginkgo Manor and force Qingshi to approve the subsidy.

However, the old principal told me that everyone would hold some egg whites in their pockets and eat them secretly while no one was paying attention. They wouldn't be really hungry...

The old principal's famous thief has caused great headaches for the ministries and committees.

It is said that the old principal and the head of the Qing family were classmates from Qinghe University, and no one dared to do anything to him.

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...

The bell rang in the afternoon, and physics teacher He Jinqiu walked in with an LCD panel. He was wearing a refined gray suit: "Your physical education teacher Iodophor is sick today, I will take this class."

The wailing sounds of students sounded in the classroom. There were no female students playing volleyball in short-sleeved shorts. They could not run wildly on the playground, or secretly go to the convenience store to buy popsicles and snacks. The boys could only do some shooting in the corridor between classes to enjoy it.

All of this seems to be the biggest regret of this age.

But when everyone looks back after a journey of life, they will suddenly realize that the regrets of people will only increase and increase in their lifetime.

He Jinqiu pushed his gold-rimmed glasses. He looked at Qingchen and smiled and said, "Study committee member, remember to collect the homework."

Qingchen nodded: "Okay teacher."

When other students complained that He Jinqiu occupied physical education class, Qingchen felt that he was particularly friendly. Boss He... He... Hey, why did he call him why boss?

Boss He is usually very strict, but he never calls his parents if his students make mistakes.

He Jinqiu said in class that if a teacher has to rely on parents to solve students' problems, it means that the teacher is not good at it.

Now the federal classrooms are full of holographic multimedia, but Boss He doesn't know where to buy chalk, and he specializes in small pieces, and when he sees someone distracted, he will smash it.

The little chalk head has eyes like a flying sword, and it is hit every time.

The students privately called him He Jianxian.

When school was over at 3 pm, the students rushed out of the school, and Qingchen walked towards the library with his schoolbags on his back.

He had a fixed seat, and the girl seemed to never change seats. The two of them sat face to face through a wide table.

There is a quiet sound of flipping through books and a rustling sound of pen tips in the library.

The girl is wearing headphones and is focused on correcting mistakes.

Until 9 o'clock in the evening, the two of them packed their schoolbags and walked towards the light rail station again. At this time, there were no one on the light rail. The two of them sat in the carriage across the aisle, and no one talked to anyone.

But the rumbling sound of the white horse light rail passing through the building seemed to have everything.

Life is like this light rail, rumbling to the distance.

Qingchen is very happy every day, as if he has lost and missed nothing, and he has never missed it.

There are no more regrets.

Days pass day by day, autumn goes and winter comes, winter goes and spring comes.

The atmosphere of the school is gradually becoming warmer, and the annual Qinghe University spring recruitment is about to begin.

The blackboard of each class reads the countdown, 100…9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1.

Not only the countdown, but also the slogan.

"Not bitter or tired, the third year of high school is boring; no hard work or struggle is equivalent to vain."

"The water wears away the stone and fights the college entrance examination; like a song, there should be no regrets."

"Fight for autumn, winter, spring and summer, and dream of flowers falling in my family for ten years."

Qingchen looked at the slogans and felt that all this was familiar and unfamiliar.

The head teacher said excitedly on the podium this autumn: "The day that determines destiny is finally here, but I want to remind everyone that you must bring your admission ticket and ID card. If you accidentally lose it, please re-issue it immediately according to the method I teach you. My phone number is... You can call me immediately when you encounter any difficulties! Okay, go home and rest. I wish you a good score in the next two days!"

On this day, Qingchen did not go to the library again. He and the girl still walked towards the station one by one.
To be continued...