Life in high school is not much different from junior high school. Zhang Xiaohong and I are still in the same class. I sat in the third row of the first group near the window, and Xiaohong sat in the fourth group. The only thing that makes me special is that I often feel like people are looking at me from the window. But when I looked up, I couldn't see anyone.

The first week of high school life passed like this. Today is Friday, after school, I was in a hurry to go home and rushed to the station without waiting for Xiaohong. Getting on the bus home, I walked to the last row and sat down near the window. Turned his face to look out the window. The bus station is not very large, and there are many students walking around, some carrying school bags, some dragging heavy gift boxes, each looking for the bus that can go home. At this time, a familiar figure walked by under the window, and it felt like it was in front of the classroom window. I was about to go down and take a look, but when I looked up, I saw the man in the car. It turned out to be Yang An! He was getting into the car, with his side facing me. I bowed my head with surprise and confusion. I waited for him with my spare eyes, for him to approach. My heart was pounding, and I was scared and expecting him to come over. Finally, the feet that were not too big or too small in clean shoes came into my peripheral vision. Closer, closer, closer.

"You're on this bus too?" Yang An was talking to me.

"Well, why are you there?" I looked up, nervous and a little weird.

"yes." He smiled lightly at me. Slowly sit down next to me. I didn't think he meant to explain, so I didn't want to ask too much. He turned his face and looked out the window. The people outside the window were getting scarcer, and some of the cars had already started and left. I wondered if it was him who passed by my window, and if he liked me too? I am very happy and confident when I think about it.

"I'm in the second shift, what about you?" I mustered up the courage to ask him.

"I'm in Class 4, you're upstairs." He said as he looked down at the book.

"You still like to read?" I looked at his book.

"There are some hobbies, I get used to it, and I can't change it." He looked up at me. I lowered my head again and looked at my palms, two thumbs unconsciously fighting. At this time, the car started, and the noise was very loud, which made me feel a little relaxed, because I felt that my heart was beating too strongly, and I was afraid that he would be able to hear it.

"Alas, wait a minute, wait a minute......" Zhang Xiaohong ran up.

"There's still a place for this." Maybe I felt too embarrassed, so I hurriedly called Xiaohong over.

"Hey, Yang An! Why are you there! At that moment, I felt that Xiaohong's expression and tone could express my surprise.

"I'm in this school, in Class 4." Yang An put the book in his schoolbag and said it again.

"Why? If you don't go to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, why are you running here! Xiaohong sat in front of Yang An, lying on the back of the seat.

"It's close to home, and my parents don't worry about me going to other places." After Yang An finished speaking, he glanced at me, who was looking at him. I immediately looked at Xiaohong.

"Your parents are doting on you like this!" Xiaohong said indignantly.

"Why are you here now?" I thought Xiaohong was embarrassed by Yang An's words, so I diverted the topic.

"I just saw you with Dai Jun, and he actually led a group of people with steel pipes to fight."

"It's okay, they're also reasonable, if you don't mess with him, he won't look for you. You try to talk to him as little as possible. Yang An told me. Then he took a deep breath.

"Hmm." I turned my head out of the car again. The car had already left the county seat and walked between the two mountains. I suddenly felt a heat in my right arm. I realized that it was Yang An who had touched me. All of a sudden, I felt like I couldn't breathe well. I imagined him walking past my window and looking at me affectionately. I couldn't help but smile beautifully.

"What are you laughing at?" The annoying Xiaohong turned her face again. At that moment, I really wanted to have a magic wand to make her disappear.

"Laugh, you almost missed the car." Thankfully, I found a temporary reason that seemed to be a reason.

"Go! Childish bad guys! She looked back disdainfully.

I noticed that my right arm was not warm. After a while, Zhang Xiaohong got out of the car.

"My house is right there." Yang An stretched out his right arm in front of him and pointed to a market town in front of him on the left.

"So you're going to get off?" I saw that his house was not far away.

"Hmm." He reached back and put it on the back of the back in front of him. At this moment, the car braked suddenly, and we couldn't help but lean forward. At that moment, he hugged my left shoulder with his right hand, and pressed his left hand against the window on my left. I felt his chin pressed against my temple. I'm wrapped in a stream of heat, melting. He made sure the car was driving steadily, and slowly let go.

"I'm down." Soon the car arrived at his house.

"Hmm." I responded as thin as a mosquito, and I didn't dare to lift my head.

The car started again, and I saw Yang An waving to me outside the window. I waved at him with a shy smile. I seem to see starry spring flowers blooming all over the mountains.