In the autumn of 1997, with the support of Xie Houming, the original technical center of Huatong Company was restructured and a new company, Fulun, was established. The new Fulun Company began to take Shanhai City as its starting point and took advantage of the momentum of Shanhai City's efforts to build an international tourist city to manage the Shanhai Post and Telecommunications Office.
In such an autumn, two months after Cheng Ran’s new high school started, the midterm exams were also approaching.
In the early morning sunshine, Cheng Ran was carrying a bag on his way to catch the bus. He happened to see Yang Xia walking across the central flower bed. Yang Xia was wearing a light-colored sports shirt, with spots of tree shadows all over her body. The air was filled with the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums.
Vaguely, Cheng Ran seemed to see that familiar figure standing in front of him again.
It's not Jiang Hongshao...
There is a subtle sense of loss.
Cheng Ran shook his head again, and when he saw Yang Xia looking at him, he greeted her, "Hello."
Then just walked straight over.
When Yang Xia saw Cheng Ran coming over, she noticed the strange look in Cheng Ran's eyes.
Over the past many years, she could often see the warm light in Cheng Ran's eyes among the crowd. It was not ostentatious, but very warm. It was a kind of appreciation and love. It always made her feel fulfilled and satisfied.
I don't know when it started, but I saw this kind of look less and less. Just now, in Cheng Ran's eyes, there was a moment when this feeling returned, but it was gone in a flash.
Unexpectedly, he just greeted her and walked away.
hello…
You're a ghost.
"Cheng Ran!" Yang Xia suddenly spoke.
Cheng Ran, who walked over, was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked puzzled, "What's the matter?"
This is a feeling that is hard to explain. When Cheng Ran followed her in the past, Yang Xia often acted bossy. Sometimes he would stop in his tracks, or smile bitterly when she hit him in the face. This would make people feel pity for him for a moment, but the boy would return to normal after a while and catch up.
However, at some point, Cheng Ran seemed to have become a different person. He no longer looked like he could not kill the cockroach, and the way he looked at her also disappeared.
Cheng Ran was changing, and she was also re-examining him, sometimes intentionally or unintentionally, when they were taking a walk, their routes overlapped and they ran into each other, but... she found herself disappearing from his sight.
Cheng Ran, who used to be able to see her at any time, now often ignores her when she walks by.
Occasionally, she would inadvertently see Cheng Ran's profile and figure, and feel a little lost and uneasy in her heart.
Cheng Ran is indeed quite popular now. Even Jiang Hongshao has become his friend. He is also very famous. The cultural wall he painted on the eve of his junior high school graduation and the song he sang at graduation... they are really nice to listen to.
Yang Xia sometimes admired the boys who played the piano or sang in front of the whole audience at art festivals. Their melodious voices when singing a song and the shining appearance on the stage really made people yearn for them and made their hearts beat faster.
The only thing she didn't expect was that Cheng Ran would be vaguely close to that image.
In fact, both sides have not yet broken the ice.
Thinking of this, Yang Xia bit her lip and said, "How long do you plan to keep the cold war with me? Will we never see each other again? Do we have to stop being friends?"
“Ah…” Cheng Ran’s eyes were a little confused. He didn’t understand where Yang Xia’s sudden temper came from
"Why are you like this? Do you remember what happened so clearly? Besides, you really deserved to be beaten... You were scratched by the hairpin, right? Let's do it again, I'll kick you a few more times!"
Cheng Ran was stunned, as if he understood what was being talked about. It seemed that ever since Yang Xia accidentally confessed her love to him at the art performance in junior high school, there seemed to be an extra layer of estrangement between him and Yang Xia. Of course, Cheng Ran thought that Yang Xia probably didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, and it was difficult for him to explain, so he just let it go.
Now hearing what Yang Xia said, he shook his head and said, "Don't worry... It won't happen."
Yang Xia rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to die, try again..."
"Haha... You are safe now."
For some reason, this kind of conversation made Yang Xia feel empty.
But it seemed that the two could walk side by side again. In front of the bus stop, the sign created a gap of light and shadow in the fog, and golden fireflies filled the space.
The car arrived, the door creaked open, and the two got in together.
When I walked to the second to last row, there were exactly three seats.
This old-style bus has three seats in a row. There are two seats next to the window on the left side facing the driver's cab, and then across the aisle, there is a single seat under the window on the right side. Cheng Ran is usually used to sitting in this seat.
He deliberately walked a step slower and let Yang Xia choose her seat. No matter which side she sat on, he could sit on the other side. In this way, the two of them would be separated by the aisle, so they were neither sitting too close nor having any distance between them, and they could still communicate with each other.
But unexpectedly, Yang Xia went straight to the row of two seats and sat in the window seat, leaving the seat next to him empty.
After Yang Xia sat there, he looked out the window and no longer looked at Cheng Ran.
Cheng Ran was stunned for a moment.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he should sit next to Yang Xia.
After hesitating for a while, he still sat down on the empty seat. The moment he sat down, he felt Yang Xia move a little closer to the window, and his ears seemed to turn red.
Then at this moment, it seemed that many eyes in the bus were focused on the two of them.
After Yang Xia entered high school, she really stood out. She was always the type that could attract attention on the bus. And Cheng Ran and she were sitting together, the distance was a little... too close.
Fortunately, Yang Xia turned around and said, "Cheng Ran, have you really slacked off since you entered high school?"
Cheng Ran was slightly stunned, "What do you mean?"
"Recently, the teacher gave us some exercises that really tested our flexibility and thinking skills... Those questions were very difficult. There were a few math competition questions, and everyone formed discussion groups. Some even needed to ask the teacher for help... At least there were one or two questions that needed help... But I don't think I saw you asking questions, nor did you come down to participate in the discussion groups... What are you thinking about?"
"Since when have you started paying so much attention to me?" Cheng Ran asked with a smile.
Yang Xia half-closed his eyes, "As the deputy monitor, and as your friend, I have the reason and obligation to remind you. High school is different from junior high school. When many knowledge points are combined, the difficulty increases exponentially. For example, yesterday's low-altitude performance of the parachutist opening the parachute and the landing time in the air..."
"Oh, that question is indeed difficult..."
This is how it is at No. 1 High School. In addition to teaching everyday, teachers will also throw out some difficult questions for students to solve at home, and then announce the answers the next day. These questions are usually in a private question bank, many of which are self-made questions, or improved based on previous templates. The answers cannot be found online or in exercise books. Only the next day can you look at the answers and problem-solving steps, and then check your own ideas. This helps students to have a deep understanding of knowledge points and flexible problem-solving skills.
Yang Xia looked at Cheng Ran seriously and said, "Right... If you think it's difficult, you should ask more questions. It's best to solve it yourself, and don't wait for the teacher to announce it. The effect of the question will be greatly reduced..."
"The answer is 8.6 seconds..."
"Um?"
"The athlete's landing time is 8.6 seconds." Cheng Ran looked over and said.
"I don't believe you!" Yang Xia turned his head away, "I calculated it to be 9.3 seconds!"
The car continued to move forward, leaving behind the bungalows, green trees, and small paths that they were used to seeing. Silence returned to the two of them.
At this time, there were already many students on the bus. Some of them looked at Yang Xia and whispered to each other.
"It's her... It's her..."
"The person Song Shiqiu has been asking about recently..."
"Oh, she is Yang Xia..."
After hearing this sound, the men and women in front turned their heads and looked over here.
Song Shiqiu was considered a celebrity in the first year of high school, and his every move attracted attention. When he became interested in Yang Xia, the news naturally spread, and now it was known to almost everyone in the first year of high school.
Originally, many girls scoffed at this and were wondering who Yang Xia was... But sometimes during breaks or after school, after seeing Yang Xia, many people still thought from the bottom of their hearts that the two were a good match.
Yang Xia is very pretty, and everyone knows her as the most beautiful girl in Class 9. Song Shiqiu is handsome, and he seems to have good grades. According to some vague information, his family is also very well-off, and one of his aunts seems to work in a ministry in the capital. According to people who have been to Song Shiqiu's home, he lives in a two-story villa, and his parents are both very impressive. In the future, Song Shiqiu's goal is to go to a university in the capital. After that, he will definitely have a bright future. He and Yang Xia are a perfect match.
As a result, many people were happy to see the two of them succeed, and even some outstanding and famous people in their grade were already spreading the news.
Some people saw Yang Xia and almost thought she was Song Shiqiu's woman. In short, it was almost certain that during the physical education class, some people came to their class nine and called Yang Xia "Song's wife!" or "Sister-in-law!", which caused a lot of noise from the girls in class nine.
Now on the bus, such a voice was heard again.
It seems that those who were talking just wanted to let Yang Xia know, or they also wanted to remind the ignorant boy next to Yang Xia. So they did not conceal their tone of voice and spoke very clearly.
"The person Song Shiqiu likes..."
"No way... Song Shiqiu is a great player and has a good eye..."
"Haha, the beauty of Class Nine... will be Song Shiqiu's sooner or later."
Although the bus was noisy, it still could not cover up such sounds entering the ears.
Yang Xia was restless throughout the whole process.
When the bus stopped at the platform, the two got off the bus and walked along the ramp into the school. When they walked up to the teaching building, Yang Xia suddenly said, "What those people said is not true... Don't take it seriously."
After saying that, Yang Xia blushed and quickly walked into the classroom, leaving Cheng Ran standing there in a daze.
He thought, even if this is not true, why are you explaining it to me
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