(2)

"Well, after school in the afternoon, I'm here..." Before Yan Qingli finished speaking, Chunlian had already taken it over. "'...waiting for you under the big tree at the school gate'." This sentence has been said for three years, day after day, and the layer remains unchanged.

He pointed his chin at Chunlian, and the green leaves covered his handsome face. He waved his hand and turned to another teaching building opposite. His eyes followed his back until he disappeared from his sight. Chunlian withdrew her gaze and walked straight to the first-year high school teaching building.

She studied in a private middle school in the city, with a junior high school and a high school department. Chunlian directly went straight from the junior high school department to high school, so she has been studying in this school for three years.

She pushed open the door of Class 13 classrooms. Every morning, when she entered the door, the atmosphere in the class would pause for a while, such as, "That weird woman is here to go to school again today," "She doesn't know what lie she is going to tell today," "I must say something she saw again." Chun Lian has been listening to these words for three years, almost never interrupted. Anyway, she has nothing to talk about with other classmates in the class, and it has been a lot of trouble to be alone.

She carried her backpack and walked to the corner of the window to sit down. She looked up and could always catch a glimpse of the boy sitting on her right side with a squinting eyes resting. She had been watching this face with half of the mask for three years. This was also the only person she remembered in the class. She was in the same class as her junior high school and in the high school. The two of them were still sitting in the same position, and they were both famous weirdos in the class. It is said that he was still a mute.

It seemed as if he felt someone peeking at him. The boy's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened. His slightly red black pupils were angry, and the shadow of Chunlian was reflected without any warmth. His face was wearing a mask on the other side, and there were strange patterns on the mask that were difficult to understand.

Chunlian was stunned, waved her hand tremblingly, and smiled dryly: "Jing, Jing Qiye... Good morning."

Jing Qiye's expression was as quiet as water, and she did not respond to her words. She closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

Chunlian had no choice but to laugh a few times. He was not just a mute, but also very cold.

It was not until the morning bell rang that the classroom was discussing enthusiastically like a vegetable market. The tutor walked into the door with the textbook and began to teach new courses.

Chunlian lay tiredly on the desk and yawned. She had no intention of listening to the tutor's words. She looked boredly at the three-meter-high gardenia tree outside the window. The gardenia petals flying all over the sky, the soft pure white all over the sky, and among the lightly raised petals, butterflies were fluttering. Their classroom was just on the sixth floor, and looking into the distance, you could see a light green mountain. She held her chin and looked at the distant mountain in a daze. It would be great if Honglian was still alive. It would be great if she was still in the small town in the mountains at that time, if she hadn't walked with Yan Qingli at the beginning...

——Run Lian was startled by the sudden thought in her heart, but then shook her head slightly, no, this is not called running away from home, this should be going home. She wants to go home and go back to her real home...

She clenched her fists secretly, and it would be fine if she rushed back before the sun sets! Staring at the bald tutor on the podium, she stuffed all her textbooks and pencils back into her backpack, squatted down and moved towards the classroom door step by step. When she finally touched the door handle, Jing Qiye suddenly raised her head and glanced at her.

"Student Qiye, where are you looking? Haven't you listened to my lecture seriously?"

The voice of the instructor immediately came from the podium. Chunlian trembled suddenly. Jing Qiye withdrew his eyes, reached out to yawn, and continued to close his eyes to rest. "Hey, Qiye classmate, how can you sleep in my class...*amp;+%#@"

Taking advantage of the fact that the instructor's attention was diverted, Chunlian opened the door and slipped out quickly.
Chapter completed!