"I will take the college entrance examination with a normal mind and it won't be too much of a burden." Cheng Ran said to Yang Xia.
"Have you passed the exam?" Yang Xia stared at him.
Cheng Ran was stunned.
"You haven't even taken the test yet, you haven't experienced it yourself, and you don't understand what it's like. How can you know that if you take the test with a normal attitude, you will definitely perform normally?"
Yes, how could Cheng Ran tell her that he had actually passed the exam, and his memory was extremely deep. But when you have experienced something like that, you have already become a veteran from a new recruit, and those experiences are always there. Coupled with the foundation he has laid, Cheng Ran feels that he may even be able to open a cram school to teach the eighteen methods of taking the exam. In terms of technical level, he may not be the best, but his theoretical level is probably second to none. After all, he once wrote out a basic law of Fulong by hand. These are the experiences and lessons that the soul has experienced, and he has seen countless large and small cases and the accumulation of trial and error. Similarly, the foundation of two lives allows him to write those choices that are the dividing line of fate for ordinary people with more ease.
Yang Xia said, "This is not a foolproof thing, so it is never too much to prepare thoroughly in advance. There are always people who are always stable but get nervous and perform poorly at the last minute of the exam. Some even think they can get in, but end up doing worse than those who are recommended."
"I think you are immature because you may have seen others do this, but you did it without considering the actual situation and thought it was cool."
Yang Xia didn't say who Cheng Ran was following, but the meaning of this sentence seemed self-evident.
Cheng Ran asked, "Is this how you think of me?"
Yang Xia said, "You and I grew up in the same courtyard. We went to kindergarten, elementary school, and middle school together. I've seen you many times. For example, Xie Zhen, who came from a wealthy family, was very popular with girls. He came to visit once, and it seemed to be Ningning's birthday party. He was wearing the latest jeans and a white shirt that day. His arrival almost stole the limelight from you boys, and I saw you in the corner. In the next few days, you deliberately wore a shirt and jeans to school, and deliberately imitated some of Xie Zhen's behaviors in front of us. In fact, your shirt was the most ordinary one issued by the school uniform, and your jeans were washed white and had lost their original color. There was no way you could compare with the latest models of the most famous brands, but you thought that everyone liked this style and deliberately wanted to attract everyone's attention, didn't you?"
Cheng Ran thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember it, but you still remember it."
"I'm just telling you that this is the truth. I won't say what you like to hear. I've always been like this. Maybe what I said is irrelevant to you, or you just can't listen to it. It doesn't matter. I'm mentally prepared. I'm just doing what I should do."
Yes, this girl is like this. When she learned that she was leaving Shanhai, she wrote a farewell letter to him, telling him that they had always been enemies. He had robbed her things and ruined her performances since they were young. Many important festivals did not leave a deep impression on them. There was not much sense of ritual in the friendship between the two sides. There were only the stumbling and fighting of childhood sweethearts. That's why there is a saying that it is better to say goodbye in the best years than to resent and disappoint each other in the future.
Cheng Ran smiled, "What responsibility do you have to me? Do what you should do?"
Yang Xia was startled, his face slightly pale, lacking confidence but still trying to look up, "Just think of it as a piece of advice from a bystander who has watched you grow up."
Seeing that the two of them were attracting more and more attention as their conversation deepened, Yang Xia's eyelashes twitched and she said, "That's it, that's all I have to say, and I'm leaving."
Looking at Yang Xia's departing back, and sending away some nosy people who came up to ask Cheng Ran about the new beauty in Class 7 who was paying close attention to him, Cheng Ran shook his head and walked back to the classroom.
The story Yang Xia told me happened so long ago that my memory is vague, but I have the impression that I did this not to attract the attention of that group of girls.
Actually, I just wanted her to look at me more at that time.
…
Yang Xia was not indestructible. On the playground in the afternoon, a female classmate saw Yang Xia sitting under the steps of a hidden flower bed and shaded by trees after running, staring blankly at the front. The look on her face made her think of a word: "distracted".
So her classmates actually felt a bit of sympathy for her and came forward to sit down next to her, slightly surprised and asked her why she was here alone, why don’t we go over there, our classmates are over there.
Yang Xia shook his head and said, "I'll sit here for a while."
My deskmate keenly noticed something and asked if he was worried.
Yang Xia stepped on the steps with her sneakers on, elbows on knees, hands on her face, and said, "What should I do? I did something annoying again..."
Her desk mate looked at her, squatted down and gently stroked her shoulder, also feeling sad.
In fact, Yang Xia still remembers it clearly, but she has never said that Xie Zhen was very popular and received all kinds of attention that day, but she saw his figure standing alone on the balcony, thin, short and lonely. Although she wanted to go over there several times, she stopped in the end out of courtesy.
After that, the boy deliberately showed up wearing a shirt and jeans. Although his shirt was too big and his jeans were bleached after washing, and although the girls all laughed at him privately for imitating others, what Yang Xia didn't say was that his smile was actually more beautiful than Xie Zhen's.
The person who was once so close to me, seemed like I could touch him at any time, could argue with him, could see him whenever I looked up, could have a cold war with him, and yet I could see his smile at any time.
Now it seems like a world away.
Also separated from us are those words that we can never say.
For example, when we meet again, we should say... How are you
Although I don't want you to be that good.
But what I fear most is that you are not good.
…
Although she didn't know what kind of mood she had and what a terrible day she had, Yang Xia saw Cheng Ran walking in front of her when she entered the school gate for class the next day. But she controlled her pace and always walked behind the looming figure.
She watched him walk through the big-leafed banyan trees, through the flower beds, through the administrative buildings and the old house sculptures and stone tablets that were still unfamiliar to her. She watched him walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and through the sun and moon. And those were the clouds that she would spend the whole day doing homework in the mountains and seas.
She didn't want him to see it, simply because she didn't want them to get tired of each other.
She is incapable of speaking softly and is unwilling to compromise.
Then in the second class, a message was vaguely heard among the students.
Cheng Ran has submitted his information for this provincial excellence selection.
Yang Xia's nose suddenly felt sore.