After walking around for a while, the two found the deepest spot, spread out the picnic blanket on the ground, and then put out the food that had been in the bag for a long time. The picnic finally began.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't know where he found the Gegebu, which was quite big. He placed the food in the middle, leaving plenty of space for the two of them.
It looks like a bed sheet.
Song Ci asked this.
Jiang Xingzhou looked over in surprise: "Song Song, you are so smart. You figured this out."
He explained: "This is my previous bed sheet."
Song Ci smiled: “.”
"Really? I had one like that in high school." No wonder she felt it looked so familiar.
When she was in high school, the school required uniform quilts, which were of this checkered pattern, with checkered quilts, checkered sheets, and checkered pillows. The whole set cost a little over 100 yuan, but she has forgotten the exact amount.
However, she still remembered that everyone would write their names on their things to avoid confusion. Her mother later said that it was the first time she saw names written on a quilt.
But checkered bed sheets were pretty common, so she didn't think much about it.
But Jiang Xingzhou was stunned after hearing her explanation.
Is there really such a coincidence in this world
He didn't say that this bed sheet was really from his high school. Uh... of course it wasn't the one he used in high school.
Ms. Lin taught at his high school, and the school gave teachers new three-piece suits every year. When he started his freshman year, Ms. Lin brought her new set to him at the university.
But he was rebellious at that time. He had been lying on the bed for three years, so how could he lie on the bed obediently for another four years? So within a week after school started, he changed the sheets and stuffed them in the corner of the closet.
I found this thing when I was packing up after graduation, so I brought it to my rental house. I thought of it this morning when he talked about having a picnic.
So... does Song Ci mean that he went to the same high school as him
"Is it exactly the same?" He decided to proceed step by step.
Song Ci didn't notice anything. The place was big enough. She lay back casually, turned her head and said to him, "Yes, it's exactly the same. It's the same color. What a coincidence."
Jiang Xingzhou's breathing tightened. He had a hunch that perhaps the truth of the matter was really as he thought.
He felt secretly happy in his heart. If that was the case, then didn't it mean that they wouldn't have to spend the New Year apart
This realization made him excited, but before he could even start, he suppressed the joy in his heart and continued to ask Song Ci.
"You lay like this in high school? That's quite a coincidence. Did the school require you to do that, or did you buy it yourself? I think this style was quite common at that time. I also lay like this in high school."
Song Ci paused, turned over, propped up her head and looked over. She was about to answer when Jiang Xingzhou interrupted her.
"Song Song, lie down, the skirt you are wearing."
It was his first picnic and he should have brought a coat since he had no experience. He could only be thankful that Song Ci was wearing a long skirt.
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, pouted in dissatisfaction, then lay down again with her legs tightly together.
She then remembered what she wanted to say just now, and she said in a pleasant tone: "I am required by the school, what about you, Jiang Xingzhou?"
Jiang Xingzhou's heart beat faster, almost as if it was about to jump out.
The truth is getting closer.
He said in an almost calm tone: "The school also asked me to do this."
The answer lies before your eyes.
Jiang Xingzhou swallowed nervously and called out, "Song Song..."
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"You... high school..."
Halfway through the question, he suddenly remembered that with so many high schools, it was possible that two of them required the same quilt cover.
When the words came to his lips, he changed the subject and asked, "I haven't asked you yet, where are you from?"
"From Yunchuan." Song Ci was puzzled, but still answered him obediently.
After saying this, she seemed to understand something and looked at Jiang Xingzhou with some surprise.
"What about you?" she asked in a low voice.
Jiang Xingzhou finally put down his mind at ease. The address has been locked in the same city. Among so many high schools in their city, only their school requires bed sheets like this. The uniform bed sheets of other schools do not look like this.
"I'm from Yunchuan too." he replied.
Song Ci couldn't believe it: "!
!”
They...even live in the same city
What a coincidence
Song Ci was shocked, but she remembered the bed sheet again. She asked with a trembling voice: "Then... school... the bed sheet you mentioned... could it be... No. 2 Middle School?"
She was so excited that tears almost welled up in her eyes.
If it was earlier she wouldn't have been so excited, but now that the two of them have confirmed their relationship, not to mention the future, just the past, being able to find the same memories in past memories is really a very, very, very exciting and surprising thing.
Under Song Ci's expectant gaze, Jiang Xingzhou nodded slowly.
Surprisingly, we are from the same high school.
Hearing this answer, Song Ci was so excited that she didn't know what expression to use for a moment. She looked at Jiang Xingzhou's expression, which was both crying and laughing. Her tears finally gathered into tears and soaked her eyelashes.
Jiang Xingzhou supported himself on the ground with his arms, walked past the various foods in the middle, and raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
"Why are you crying about such a happy thing?"
"I'm not, I'm just...excited."
After the dust settled, Jiang Xingzhou calmed down. He explained Song Ci's performance calmly: "I cried with joy."
"That's it!" Song Ci rubbed her head against the palm of his hand.
"What a coincidence."
"What a coincidence."
"Student Song," Jiang Xingzhou twisted the hair beside her ear with his fingers, "What a coincidence, I'm Jiang Xingzhou from Class 36 of Yunchuan No. 2 High School."
Song Ci looked at him sheepishly and replied in a low voice: "Student Jiang, what a coincidence, I am Song Ci from Class 2, Grade 3 of Yunchuan No. 2 Middle School."
"You're actually in the same relationship. No wonder I've never seen you before." Jiang Xingzhou sighed.
Their high school is divided into sections, with a total of sixteen classes. The first eight classes are in section one, and the last eight classes are in section two. Of course, the students are shuffled and evenly distributed according to their high school entrance examination scores. There is no question of which section has better students than the other. It's just that the directors of the two sections are different, and there are slight differences in various policies. There is a cooperative and competitive relationship between the two sections.
Jiang Xingzhou said again: "Song Song, do you know that if you were in Class 3, your future mother-in-law would teach you Chinese for three years in high school?"
Song Ci's eyes widened immediately, and she looked at him in horror: "?!
!”
The shock of this information even made her unable to react to the fact that Jiang Xingzhou had actually called his mother "mother-in-law" for her in advance.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled and nodded: "It's just as you think. My mother is the head teacher of Class 3, teaching Chinese to Classes 3 and 4."
He thought about the structure of the high school building and said, "You are on the same floor, so you should have seen each other occasionally during breaks, right?"
Song Ci was silent for a long time, then lowered his head helplessly: "I have seen you."
The head teacher of Class 3 seemed to be resolute and efficient, which was completely different from what he saw in Jiang Xingzhou's chat messages.