Once again, the narrow road meets

After the end of the preliminary examination, there was a two-month summer vacation, and when I returned to school, it was already the autumn of 1997. Although autumn in the north is blowing like a cool wind, it is extremely dry and piercing. But the autumn of that year seems to have become so cool and comfortable after the joy of Hong Kong's return to the motherland.

The admission notice for the preliminary examination was received a week before the start of the school year. Even if I was promoted to junior high school, I hoped to get into a key school. But the result was very disappointing. The scarlet numbers on the report card and the name of the school admitted suddenly cooled my heart, and my father, who had always regarded me as the pearl of the palm, was no exception. I was puzzled. I relieved my inner uneasiness with a word of encouragement.

On the other hand, I secretly swore that I would study hard no matter where I went to school.

The school year begins at the end of September in the Gregorian calendar, when sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms everywhere. After washing in the early morning, my father sent me to the school, along the way, elegant fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus came to the nostrils, fragrance overflowed. I sat in the back of his car and felt very happy. Report, find the class, find your own dormitory. After everything was arranged, my father told me to move the desk to the classroom with me.

I thought that when I left primary school, the grudge with he would come to an end. But there are often too many things in the world that you can't think of, such as meeting each other on a narrow road, can not be spared, in helplessness appears to be such a coincidence.

At the corner of the school, I saw he, who was also being led towards the classroom by his family. For some reason, I was surprised and a little happy when I saw him at that time. After staying at school for two days, I learned that he was assigned to Class 2 a year next door, while I was in Class 1 a year.

At that time, the students had already begun to live on campus. After self-study in the evening, my roommate Ah Ping told me about her deskmate, and I learned that her deskmate was he.

So I learned a little bit about he from her. Because of such a correspondent, one day when she was going to bed, A Ping mysteriously handed me a diary from behind and pretended to be ambiguous about the love letter Hu he gave you.

After hearing this, I immediately blushed. I think my dislike of he had gradually disappeared at that time. Hesitated for a moment, or took over, I did not read it in front of Ah Ping, because my intuition told me that the book was not the so-called love letter.

The next day, taking advantage of the lunch break, I stayed in the classroom alone, took out the notebook of he, opened the page, and saw a beautiful stylistics in front of me: Yuyan, please forgive all the harm done to you in primary school. I hope we are still friends.

Just when I was thinking about how to tell he that I would like to be friends with him, the corner of my eye saw a pair of persistent eyes outside the window. I used to look up, but I saw he. He may not have thought that I would turn my head with lightning, and after two seconds of stupidity, he ran away. In the evening, I gave the notebook intact to Ah Ping to let her return to Zhao after the wall. In fact, I had already added a sentence at the bottom of the sentence of humility on the page: we will always be friends.

This should be the beginning of a change in my impression of him.