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But the boy in front of him was not wearing the blue and white school uniform of No. 2 Middle School.
He was wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt and black sweatpants. He seemed to be a few centimeters taller than before, with less immaturity between his eyebrows and eyes. His contours were clearer and sharper than before, so his face looked even more eye-catching than before.
I don’t know if it’s because of the dim lighting, but his temperament seems to have become a little calmer.
Leng Bai's slender hand grasped the door handle, and the small mole on his wrist bone was blurred by the distance and light.
Zhou Anran’s mind was also fuzzy.
Why is Chen Luobai here
Zhou Anran had imagined many scenes of seeing him again.
She might run into him by chance in the library, cafeteria, gymnasium, on a frequently visited path, or even in the classroom of an elective course.
But I never thought it would be today.
It was such an unexpected situation.
She was still holding the jar of black plums that the senior student had stuffed into her hand, but she couldn't seem to grasp a trace of reality.
Until one of the senior school girls' voices rang out: "Our school hunk is finally here, come in and sit down, your sister just left."
The boy at the door let go of the door handle, just like they had met countless times before at No. 2 Middle School. He seemed to completely ignore her in the corner and walked inside.
The door slowly turned back behind him. Zhou Anran lowered her head and saw him sitting down not too far from her.
Probably the young couple next to her and the seniors next to her.
The singer stopped singing for some reason, so the voice of another senior student came through clearly: "Why didn't you tell us that our other newcomer was him?"
"Don't you know it now?" the senior student replied.
"I've heard a lot about you recently. People say it's hard to add you on WeChat." The senior student behind him seemed to turn to talk to him again, her voice full of laughter, "I don't know if I have the honor."
Zhou Anran felt that the black plum he had just put into his mouth seemed particularly sour.
After a second, or perhaps longer, the long-lost voice finally sounded, also with a smile. Even though I hadn't heard his voice for two years, it still sounded incredibly familiar.
"What an honor to add me on WeChat."
"What is an honor?" the senior student asked, following his words.
His voice had a familiar casual tone: "Contribute to the country?"
The senior who was singing seemed to be suddenly amused by him, and a "puff" sound came through the microphone, which was extremely loud.
“This situation has suddenly expanded.”
I don't know if the senior student was just joking or really wanted to add him on WeChat, but she didn't insist and just went down the stairs beautifully: "Then I'll give you my good wishes. I hope you can make some contributions to the country in the future."
Zhou Anran slowly chewed the black plum in his mouth and swallowed it, the sourness spreading from his mouth to his heart little by little.
She thought that after two years, when she saw him again, she would be more calm than before, but it turned out that the long transparent threads wrapped around her heart never disappeared, and the control of those threads was always in his hands.
After this topic was over, the room returned to its previous liveliness, with people singing and chatting, and that voice was never heard again.