Even if there is no gentle moonlight on her head for the rest of her life.

"Did I scare you just now?" Xu Zhengqing suddenly spoke in the corridor.

"No, I scared you." Jane Xing still felt ashamed when she remembered just now. Even though the corridor was dark, she didn't dare to look at him. She could only lower her head and let the shame dye her ears red.

Xu Zhengqing chuckled and said naturally: "That's even."

This was said with a little familiar intimacy. Jian Xing couldn't say what he felt in his heart, but he felt that he seemed to be light and could not help but raise the corners of his lips.

She responded softly: "Yes."

The corridor was empty, with only the two of them, and the footsteps were heavy or light, and the echoes were heard.

Because of the echo, every conversation they had seemed to be repeated many times.

Jane Xing thought it was amazing, and it was amazing all day today.

No, it’s amazing every day after entering and entering the middle school entrance exam.

And all this is because of the person next to you.

Jian Xing couldn't help but pretended to be slow and landed behind Xu Zhengqing half a beat.

They were of different heights. With the steps, Jane Xing was reluctant to be about the same height as Xu Zhengqing. She couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, but she couldn't bear to take her eyes away.

She really... likes him very much.

But I don’t know how many people like him in this school.

And because he is so outstanding, it becomes a common thing to like him.

Jian Xing thought, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell inadvertently. With the faint light, Jian Xing saw that Xu Zhengqing seemed to be holding a book in his hand.

Before she could ask, the two had already walked out of the teaching building.

Xu Zhengqing spoke first: "I'll go to the bookstore to return this book, you can leave first."

Jane Xing said busy, "Okay."

Xu Zhengqing waved her at random and said goodbye. Jian Xing wanted to smile at him, but he didn't expect Xu Zhengqing to turn around the next second. Jian Xing raised half of his lips and froze, then slowly continued to raise it, and then said in a low voice: "Good night."

When Xu Zhengqing turned around, he took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was past ten o'clock. He was not sure whether the bookstore was closed or not, so he could only speed up his pace until he saw a faint light coming from the direction of the bookstore that he slowed down and walked over.

The rolling shutter door was pulled out, and Xu Zhengqing pushed open the glass door and went in. He saw an aunt packing things at the counter. He walked over and said hello, "Hello, return the book."

Seeing that the other party was busy, he didn't say much. He skillfully opened the registration book, turned around a page and found his own column to draw a check mark, and placed the book on the counter.

It was too late, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and left, and opened the door and saw sparks flashing beside him. He turned his head and looked at him, amused by the man's hairstyle.

"You're back like that? Grandpa Jiang didn't tear you down?"

As soon as Xu Zhengqing finished speaking, the aunt's voice came from the bookstore, "Don't be deep, don't smoke all the time!"

Jiang Beishen turned his head, held a cigarette in his mouth, and responded vaguely, "I understand."

Xu Zhengqing gave Jiang Bishen's thumbs up when he withdrew his gaze. Jiang Bishen snorted and laughed: "What are you pretending to be with me?"

He said as he grabbed the cigarette box from his feet and threw it into Xu Zhengqing's arms. Xu Zhengqing reached out to grab it and said with a smile: "No, I'll go home later."

"Oh," Jiang Bishen didn't even look at him, "Get out."

Xu Zhengqing and Jiang Bieshen belonged to his grandfather's family friendship. They were born together and Jiang Bieshen was six years older than him.

Logically speaking, people who have two generation gaps should not become friends, but it is probably because Xu Zhengqing has been maturer than his peers since childhood, while Jiang Bishen is the opposite. The two of them have become "home friends forgot about ages".

Three years ago, Jiang Beishen went to college and only came back during festivals. Occasionally, if they didn’t come back, they would take the time to chat on QQ.

Xu Zhengqing also heard about the reason why Jiang Bishen came back this time. He squatted to the side like Jiang Bishen and said, "Why are you still in the bureau?"

"Don't worry about adults' affairs," said Jiang Beshen, "go to do your test paper."

Xu Zhengqing said "tsk": "I really don't want to pay attention to you, a sir."

Jiang Bieshen turned his head and looked at him with a squint.

Xu Zhengqing smiled, "Is it really a leave of absence?"

"Ann," said Jiang Beshen, "The old man asked me to stay in seclusion at home for a year."

"Then you go home."

"Bad, this is my home," said Jiang Beshen. "I will work part-time in the future. I will come back to return the book and hear if I will come early next time."

Xu Zhengqing turned his head to look at him, "That book was borrowed for my uncle, why don't you scold him?"

"It is forbidden to climb up relatives in the school, and call me Teacher Xu Changlin."

Xu Zhengqing was lazy and stood up and left.

Jiang Bieshen looked at the boy's increasingly broad back, shook the ashes and shouted: "Xiao Xu."

Xu Zhengqing turned around helplessly.

Jiang Bieshen was most happy to see Xu Zhengqing's expression. He bit the cigarette and laughed for a long time and asked, "You borrowed that book for your uncle, so I didn't look at it?"

“No time.”

After Xu Zhengqing said that, he waved his hand casually and turned around and left.

Hezhong has become a key high school, not only because of its excellent educational resources, but also because of its humanized equipment. For example, the LED lights are on at the school gate for 24 hours, and the display is Beijing time on it.

At this moment, August 31, 2009, at 22:22.

It was approaching the early morning and the wind was getting cooler. Jian Xing squatted next to the flower bed at the entrance of the teaching building, pulling the grass next to him, and turning his head from time to time to look at the direction of the bookstore.

After turning his head many times, Jian Xing finally saw a familiar figure.

Under the ordered street lights, his figure was pulled very long. When he walked under the street lights, he could see the handsome face of the young man. When he walked into the darkness between street lights, he seemed to be a little strange.

But it was just this light and dark that Jian Xing seemed to be watching a silent movie.

The lights are warm and yellow, and each stroke outlines the tenderness and loneliness of fifteen years old.

He came step by step, step by step.

He has never lacked audiences, but at this moment, it seems that between heaven and earth, she is his only admirer.

Jian Xing guessed that time might not be too late, so he just hurriedly saw Xu Zhengqing leaving the campus and ran to the bookstore.

There is a smell of soil in the wind, but more of the smell of ink.

This seems to be a unique taste in every school.

When he ran at night, his breath was more intense. Jian Xing knew that he could take his time, but he could borrow it tomorrow. He was just a book, and it might not be so popular.

But what if.

If she missed it, she would probably regret it for the rest of her life.

She didn't have to read the book stubbornly, she just wanted to keep this magical day today.
Chapter completed!