On the day Wu Yihan returned to school, there was a great pomp. Surrounded by Zhao Yinxi, Li Haoran, Liu Ru and others, they swaggered like stars holding the moon, walking like a relative, and arrived at the classroom of Class 8 of Junior High School.
"Wow, that's cool! Senior sister is so powerful!" Some junior students who were watching onlookers exclaimed in admiration.
"Here's Oli!" Wu Yihan looked cold and made a victory gesture.
"Wu Yihan, don't feel inferior! Stand up for your chest! This shabby school is my territory. These brats are all my disciples. Whoever dares to talk about your suicide, I will immediately make him not even recognize his own mother!"
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Li Haoran reminded Wu Yihan from behind and made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves.
"Are you mistaken! I am a person who has come back from the dead. I regard death as home, and they regard me as death."
Wu Yihan rolled her eyes at Li Haoran and said slowly.
"Holy crap! Now you are Niu Hulu and Wu Yihan! I was careless." Li Haoran raised his thumbs.
The notes compiled by Hu Xinzhou lay quietly on Wu Yihan's desk.
Wu Yihan picked it up and took a look, with a suspicious expression. Liu Ru leaned into her ear and whispered something.
Wu Yihan made a "cut" sound in her mouth and threw it into the table belly. However, after school, Wu Yihan's table belly was cleaned up.
That note was quietly taken home by Wu Yihan. She read it over and over while lying on the bed, kicking her legs in excitement and laughing out loud, as if she had found a treasure.
Wu's father, who was eavesdropping outside the door, felt trembling with fear. This precious daughter was capricious, sometimes sad and happy, dying or living, crazy or mad. What would happen in the future?
Time is rushing, people are busy running around, and it seems to be copied infinitely, but in fact it is fleeting.
Only those who make friends with time can finally pick the fruits of the harvest from the big tree of time.
When Hu Xinzhou walked out of the corridor covered with small advertisements, Zhao Yinxi seemed to see a rose that had just bloomed in the morning light.
Bright, delicate, free, full of new life joy and hope.
Today, Hu Xinzhou is wearing a set of crimson sportswear. There is a butterfly-shaped hairpin in her once messy hair. Her face is pure and her smile is light, exuding the lively and lively atmosphere of a young girl.
Hu Xinzhou led her sister towards the waiting Zhao Yinxi, her steps light and cheerful, and her heart full of joy.
It seems that what she is heading towards is not just a person, but a life.
A life she has longed for.
Zhao Yinxi pinched his eyebrows. He would always do this when he was tired, surprised or embarrassed.
Hu Xinzhou stopped next to Zhao Yinxi, tilted his head, looked at Zhao Yinxi, with doubts in his eyes, and said with a smile:
"Xiao Ran, you act like an old scholar wearing glasses."
Zhao Yinxi touched Xincheng's head, put their big schoolbags on the basket in front of the car and the seat in the back of the car respectively. Then he held the car faucet with one hand and held Xincheng's hand with the other.
With his hands free, Hu Xinzhou immediately took out a piece of paper from his pocket and started to check the final question in the "New Academic Master" online class last night.
Zhao Yinxi looked at Hu Xinzhou and the coordinate system on the draft paper, which was as dense as a fishing net, but did not disturb her.
People around us are coming and going, busy, some are hesitant and confused, some are pretending to be strong, some are unrecognized for their talents, some are at the right time in life, some are bumping into obstacles everywhere, some are having their luck, some have mansions, and some are hard to find.
Zhao Yinxi knew that with Hu Xinzhou's talent, focus and enthusiasm, one day she would reach a height that is difficult for the world to reach.
One day, she will spread her beautiful invisible wings and soar into the sky on a day that is too ordinary to be ordinary.