"It's someone who learns military middle school!"

"Xuejun Middle School?" Hao Jun squinted at Zhao Wenjie, who was pretending to help him pat the dust on his pants, and there was no doubt in his eyes, more of a joke.

How could Zhao Wenjie not understand the meaning in the eyes of this good buddy, and felt that he was at a loss, so he had to bite the bullet and say: "It's from Xuejun Middle School, and the collars of the clothes on those bodies just now are written, it is estimated that it is the high school in Shanghai! Why did you come to our school?"

"These people are so rude! Hao Jun, are you okay?" Xia Yuqing also tilted his head and asked, but there didn't seem to be much concern in his expression.

Hao Jun could only pinch his nose and admit that the two of them were tacitly understanding.

For high school, a Hucheng Middle School outside Lotus City, Hao Jun can't have too many memories, but from the perspective of perception, these black boys have too many different temperaments from most middle school students, including him.

Letting go of the unhappiness in his heart, Hao Jun went to the classroom of No. 1 Middle School with Xia Yuqing and Zhao Wenjie to report.

Although the specific class placement situation has come out, today is the first time that a group of proud children have gathered together as classmates, and everyone has a different expression on their faces, excited, confident, and reserved......

In comparison, Hao Jun seems a little lonely, he shouldn't belong to this circle, for the students who have always been among the top students in Lotus City, Hao Jun is still too unfamiliar, even if it is rumored that it is the hero of the "three-two-five" incident that makes people have mixed feelings. *

Zhao Wenjie greeted familiar alumni or classmates from other schools while looking for a vacant seat, at this time, he really felt that Hao Jun was too redundant on the side, seeing that Xia Yuqing didn't want to sit too much with the girls, he couldn't wait to bring this good buddy to Java!

"Hey, Xia Yuqing, what about Qiu Xin?"

Zhao Wenjie seemed to feel that with Hao Jun's intelligence in other aspects, he would definitely be able to hear the different meanings of his words.

Xia Yuqing glanced at Zhao Wenjie suspiciously, and immediately turned her gaze to Hao Jun again, the little girl's big watery eyes were cunning and sympathetic, as if she was going to see Hao Jun through.

Hao Jun suddenly felt uncomfortable, looking at this beautiful and generous girl, it seemed that he already knew something, he turned his eyes to the good buddy next to him, and found that this kid was looking out of the window affectionately, as if counting the sparrows hiding in the green shade in the distance.

For this buddy who grew up since childhood, Hao Jun almost understands his character from the bones, as well as the restlessness hidden in the depths of his heart, to put it bluntly, it is sullen.

Most boys have such a narcissistic but depressing side, Hao Jun was completely defeated by Zhao Wenjie, so he had to run away alone and find a spare seat in the corner and sit down.

And Zhao Wenjie, who achieved his goal, followed Xia Yuqing diligently, as if he was a typical follower, even more difficult than the master.

"Why did Hao Jun run away?" Xia Yuqing muttered, but suddenly with a scream of "Ahhh

In the classroom, where boys are the majority, there was still chattering and chatting everywhere, but it was quiet at this moment.

At the door stood a girl carrying a black Mickey bag and a simple ponytail.

Her posture is upright, like a hollow valley orchid blooming quietly.

Looking from Hao Jun's angle, only the outline of the girl's fair chin and blurred side face could be seen, and the rest was all bathed in the summer sun.

But Hao Jun still recognized the identity of the girl who made the boys in the class look hooked, because this scene had appeared in his memory countless times, like the fragrance of fermented alcohol, which never dissipated.

It's like the picture in my memory has been repeated, how many times, in the heart of the young man, there is such a longing that this girl will be like today, in the same classroom with him, bathed in the comfortable morning sunshine, and will smile brightly at the door.

Hao Jun's heart was lightly touched, not because of his first love, nor because of the so-called love, as if a dream that had been repeating himself suddenly appeared in front of him one day, that kind of illusion that was so beautiful that I couldn't believe it.

Xia Yuqing pulled Qiu Xin's arm and complained affectionately: "Xinxin, why did you come, I haven't found a table mate for a long time!"

The sunlight blocked by the door finally showed the girl's beautiful figure and perfect face in front of a group of boys, but it was still the same coldly, with a gaze that rejected people thousands of miles away.

The name of Ice Beauty has been spread for a long time among these high-achieving boys, and they have gradually become accustomed to the character and temperament of this girl who is different from that of girls of the same age, and they are still attracted by her youth and beauty, even arrogant and indifferent, she is like a magnet, attracting everyone.

Hao Jun has long ceased to force this living girl to coincide with the beautiful first love in his memory, and his mentality is no longer that seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he knows the distance between reality and dreams, he just wants to take this dream, this memory, as a beautiful photo, hidden deep in his heart, when one day, occasionally remember, it is enough to relive that beauty.

Just like when Zhao Wenjie said the name "Qiu Xin" just now, and he took a little time to recall the appearance of the girl who had a few encounters a few months ago, he knew that the girl he fell in love with for the first time had become a thought, a beautiful emotion that did not exist in the world.

He inexplicably remembered his wife who was far away, the woman who melted his heart like water! The memories that were once real were like bits and pieces, slowly, slowly taking over his whole heart!

This is the most real, at this moment he inexplicably became missed!

Are you okay? Don't worry, I'll become a different me from the world, and I'll go to you! But my heart has never changed, you wait!

His gaze looked out the window, and the thoughts that had been immersed in his memory returned, and he gently propped his chin back, the breeze brushed his hair, and his gaze became firm again!

(Written like this, does it feel like there will be only one woman in the protagonist's heart and in reality?)