The injured left leg was put down, he held the door out, and closed the door with his backhand. The ground in front of him was covered with a thin layer of white snow, and there were still shoe prints that were not covered. How many people walked past here soon.
Huang Dan took a breath. It took him a while in the snow to find out which building Class 105 was in, but he couldn't remember whether it was on the second or third floor.
Entering the corridor, Huang Dan took out his mobile phone to call Jiang Long and asked which floor the class was on.
Jiang Long howled exaggeratedly, "Fourth floor, ancestor."
Huang Dan was stunned, "Got it."
Fourth floor? Why no impression at all? Huang Dan held his forehead. There are really too many people and things that he doesn't care about. If he didn't leave any traces in his life, he naturally couldn't remember them.
Huang Dan climbed up layer by layer, and when he reached the fourth floor, he was already sweating. He heard messy voices, some people were talking, some people were laughing, some people were reciting texts, and the strange thing was that those voices were very young.
A song floated out of the classroom at one end of the corridor and drilled into Huang Dan's ear. The sound quality was average, with a little creaking sound. He didn't know what the song was, but he could vaguely hear the lyrics.
you cry to me
things in fairy tale are lies
I can not be your prince
Realizing something, Huang Dan's figure froze suddenly, he turned around and strode to the corridor and looked down, the hot wind was blowing, there was not a single snowflake in the sky, there was a trash can in the parking place, and there were three or four rows of old and new. Different bikes.
The downstairs is not quiet either, there are scattered students walking around, seemingly out of nowhere, all wearing camouflage uniforms and yellow sneakers.
Huang Dan looked at himself, he was also wearing a camouflage uniform, and the smell of sweat penetrated his nose, which really made his sun rise.
crossed again.
It's not over yet.
Huang Dan's hand was shaking a little, and it gradually became worse. He raised one hand and put it in his mouth and bit it, which was very painful.
"Third brother? Are you there?"
no respond.
Huang Dan called Mr. Lu again, but he didn't respond. He pursed his lips, "Mr. System?"
Still no response.
Huang Dan's brow wrinkled, what's going on? He has indeed crossed, why is there no system worker to take over him? Is it not time, or is there another reason
"I would like to become the angel you love in fairy tales, open my hands and become wings to protect you..."
The high-pitched singing made Huang Dan unable to think any more. He walked forward step by step and found that his left leg moved freely, without pain, and he was full of vitality at this age.
Huang Dan was at the back door of Class 105. He turned his head to look inside and saw a piece of youthful and flying faces. All the boys and girls were wearing camouflage uniforms and were slumping on the chairs as if they had been pulled out of their bones.
There is a desk on the left of the back door. A boy put his legs on the desk. He folded his arms lazily, leaned back on the back of the chair, and covered his face with a tattered "Story Meeting". , the corners of his mouth are raised sullenly, and he feels good about himself when he sings.
Youth grew wings, flew far, flew back, and flew to Huang Dan's eyes along the original trajectory.
Huang Dan returned to the tail of the summer of his freshman year in high school, the first day of military training, and his three-year high school life had just begun.
Chapter 121 Back to High School
"You have to believe, believe that we will be like in a fairy tale, where happiness and joy are the end... "
The Walkman was about to run out of power, and Guangliang's clear and transparent voice became vicissitudes of life, and gradually blurred, and finally there was a very funny noise.
"Damn, why is there no electricity again?"
The boy took down the tattered story, revealing a handsome face with clear outlines. He put down his two legs, reached into his desk pocket, took out an old Walkman, and pulled out the battery with his teeth. Bite two rows of teeth marks and put them back, cover with a press, and it's good again.
Across the aisle, a black-faced boy stretched his neck and smack his lips, "Chen Yue, is this okay?"
Chen Yue bared his teeth and continued to hum in intoxication, "I will become a fairy tale..."
He turned back suddenly.
Huang Dan was caught off guard and looked at the boy in the chair, who wanted to scare him, but he didn't show a similar reaction.
Chen Yue snorted in dissatisfaction, "You're so boring."
Huang Dan frowned, and he recognized that this boy was the gangster back then, especially in the camouflage uniform, which was exactly the same as in the military training photos.
It turned out that his name was Chen Yue.
The name is quite satisfactory, no wonder there is no impression.
Huang Dan remembered something, the person Jiang Long said on the phone was also called Chen Yue, the same person.