Back in the teaching building of the first grade of high school, no matter how fiercely Elliot Dai and Piper Lin bombed, Iris Wen would "rather die than surrender" and only gave a few vague explanations.
---Yesterday, she misremembered the reporting time and went to the wrong class. When she found out, she couldn't leave the school gate.
It was Asher Cheng who helped tell the teacher that she went out.
No specific mention was made.
The two looked at each other in confusion and looked at Iris Wen, who was lowering his head and doing his homework seriously. The girl remained silent, but except for the topic about Asher Cheng, she answered all questions without losing her temper.
Elliot Dai and Piper Lin spread their hands with each other, sat down, and began to preview the new lesson.
When the surroundings calmed down, Iris Wen stopped writing and saw what was easiest to see from the position near the window, such as the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree close to the window.
A ray of light that was rotated because she suddenly raised her head quickly fell and swayed into her eyes tentatively.
She was like this that day. She ran to Class 7 of Grade 3 by mistake and chose the same spot, looking at the sycamore tree outside the window that carried the scattered sunlight.
The branches and leaves have clear outlines, as if they are hiding traces of sunlight, or like the yellowed paper of a diary.
At that time, she had an idea and thought that it would be good if there was something that could be kept for a long time until it turned yellow.
For another moment, the hem of the school uniform cut off his vision.
The young man named Asher Cheng stood in front of her with the backlight, holding it in his hand.
---It is a forest diary.
When she returned home in the evening, Iris Wen locked herself in her room. Her mother, Lin Du, was still working overtime at the moment and had an entertainment event that would not end for a while.
After she took a shower, she dried her hair, walked to the desk, sat down, and reached out to turn on the lamp.
On the neat desktop, a dark green diary was placed in the corner of the table, with four exquisite Song fonts written on it, Forest Diary.
Iris Wen moved it to the center of the desk and lightly brushed the cover with his fingertips. She laid the diary flat and slowly turned to the last page.
His lips were pursed unconsciously, as if he was spying on something.
The paper flipped and finally stopped in mid-air.
Iris Wen stopped flipping back and lightly pressed the title page at the back of the diary.
Her floating eyes focused, and she clearly saw the strong and powerful lines of writing.
---"May you have faith like the wind, and may you stay with me forever."
The signature is written with two words: Asher Cheng.
She remembered the poem, but read it over and over again.
That night, Iris Wen turned on the desktop computer in the room that had not been used for a long time, moved the mouse with his hand, clicked on the search bar, and took the trouble to search for the background, definition, and quotation of this poem.
again and again.
There was one sentence in it that made her feel extremely profound.
"Hope can be like the wind, appearing regularly when needed, arriving as promised, rain or shine. It is also like the sun during the spring equinox, which stays in the sky for a long time."
In front of the computer screen, the girl picked up the dark green diary and turned around on the swivel chair with crooked eyebrows.
Through the dried ink, she seemed to see the boy named Asher Cheng, calm and reserved, gentle and polite, with a distant smile.
There is a tear mole under the corner of the eye.
I also saw that under the young man’s high-spirited writing, there was hidden the expectation of traveling through mountains and rivers.
It turns out that he is so good!
Iris Wen's heart moved slightly. She was afraid of forgetting something, so she quickly took out a black pen from the pen holder, lay down in front of the desk, and reopened the diary under the desk lamp.
She thought for a while, but in the end she was not willing to write any other words on that page, but turned to the front title page.
The tip of the pen was thinking softly on the raised lips.
Within a few seconds, she wrote extremely seriously on the blank title page.
---"His name is Asher Cheng, and he has a tear mole."
Feeling that it was not enough, he added: "I want to be like him, a considerate sun, full of expectations for the future, rain or shine."
The day of the opening ceremony.
The freshman representative is in Class 7, Grade 1. He is a quiet and introverted boy.
When I entered the auditorium, I was still familiar with the manuscript in silence. After a while, the boy standing at the back of the team heard someone shouting and hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay! Come right now!"
Under the guidance of the grade cadres who came to call for help, they hurried to the backstage to wait.
Iris Wen walked along the entry line and glanced at the direction in which the boys were trotting. She turned her face slightly and spoke to Elliot Dai behind her: "Elliot Dai, do you know the order of speeches? Should the first year of high school come first or the third year of high school?"
She only knew that awarding awards was another part. She knew the order of awarding awards, but the speech was not clear.
"Speech order? Why are you asking?" Elliot Dai chewed gum, put on a sun protection jacket, and held his pockets in confusion. Her short, shoulder-length hair was tied back, with the ends bouncing, and her bangs fixed at the top of her hair with a hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead.
I thought about it seriously again and answered readily: "The first year of high school will start first, isn't it usually the final mobilization? The senior year of high school must be very exciting, and of course it has to be the finale."
Iris Wen nodded thoughtfully. She casually touched her sweaty forehead and explained with pale lips: "Didn't I join the school etiquette team a few days ago? I will go on stage to present awards to the winning students and teachers later. I'm in charge of the senior year batch."
"Ah? Then shouldn't you be backstage? I thought you had quit because of something, so you suddenly returned to the team." Elliot Dai exclaimed in shock.
Iris Wen has been rehearsing in her afternoon self-study class these past few days. It's okay to say that there are no arrangements. It's all arranged. Why is she back in the entry team?
Noticing that Iris Wen's expression was not right, Elliot Dai immediately frowned and asked while rummaging through his pockets: "Xixi, are you suffering from hypoglycemia? I don't think your face looks good. Wait a minute. I Look, there's no more candy!"
"I'm a little hypoglycemic. The teacher from the etiquette team asked me to come back and rest, and someone else took the stage temporarily." Iris Wen smiled and nodded. She tied her hair into a high ponytail today, with her fluffy and smooth bangs neatly styled. .
"But I thought if everything is fine by then, I would try again."
The girl had a bright and delicate smile on her face, and her well-fitting school uniform was clean and seemed spotless.
Elliot Dai curled his lips, "No, why are you working so hard? If you don't feel well, don't be brave. You might as well sleep in the auditorium with me."
She dug out the pockets of her sun protection coat, but there was no candy left.
"When is there anything wrong, but now it's gone!" Elliot Dai rummaged back into his pocket and looked around: "The auditorium is quite close to the supermarket, but I don't know if the supermarket is open. The ceremony will definitely not be over in a while. , I'll ask our class teacher if I can stop participating."
Just as he was about to rush out of the team in a hurry, Iris Wen quickly held him down with quick eyes and hands. She stopped him in a hasty voice: "No, no, it's not that uncomfortable."
Just when it was their turn to enter the auditorium, Iris Wen pulled the dubious Elliot Dai and walked in quickly.
After you sit down in the auditorium, there will be a teacher on duty and the class committee nearby to maintain order, and no running around is allowed. Naturally, there will be no chance to return to the etiquette team.
And her head was still dizzy at the moment.
Iris Wen ignored the regret in his heart and didn't think about it any more.
As soon as she sat down according to her class position, Elliot Dai took off his sun protection coat and put it over her.
"You should dress first. The auditorium is well air-conditioned, so don't catch a cold."
Piper Lin heard the commotion and looked at Elliot Dai through Iris Wen, then looked at Iris Wen's pale face in surprise, "Xixi, what's going on? You were fine when you came out of the classroom, but now your face is pale." "
Just as Iris Wen was about to shake her head to express that it was okay, Elliot Dai stepped ahead of her and said, "It's hypoglycemia. Piper Lin, do you have any sugar?"
Piper Lin spread her hands helplessly, she didn't have any candy.
"It's okay, I'm just shy, I really don't feel too bad." Iris Wen was quite aware of her situation. She raised her eyes and looked at the leader who was walking towards the main podium, and reminded her loudly: "Hey, it seems it's time to start. Don't worry, don't worry, I'm really fine."
It happened that the teacher from the inspection team walked down the stairs next to the seats. The area suddenly became quiet, and Elliot Dai and the others stopped asking questions.
A few brave boys in the back row poked their heads out from the gap in their seats to "size up the situation". When they saw the patrolling teacher walking away, they took the opportunity to continue spraying the air.
"I'm not telling you, your biological father is standing on the stage! Why don't you take a second look? Are you still here to catch up on your sleep? Can you sleep?"
The principal on the stage is delivering a speech.
"You don't know this, right? Yesterday, a wild brother stayed up all night with us in the Internet cafe. He probably got scolded a lot when he got home, and he was probably feeling unhappy!"
Lu Zhiye didn't even raise his eyelids.
The young man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossed his arms, looked handsome and stern, and not even the hair on his forehead was disturbed.
"Unhappy?" Dexter He's eyebrows almost flew away, and the smile on his chubby face was almost broken, "He was the MVP last night! He took the whole audience away, and it's nothing to get scolded!"
The boy who was closing his eyes and concentrating suddenly raised the corners of his lips. Without opening his eyes, his tone was particularly arrogant: "Why are you calling me daddy?"
Dexter He vomited: "Damn it, why did you suddenly make a sound?! I'm scared to death. I admit that you are my gaming dad, but forget it in reality, otherwise I'm afraid that my dad will slap me." fly."
The boy next to Dexter He laughed dryly, as if he wanted to cheer, but he didn't dare to say anything more.
Looking for an opportunity to stop laughing, he turned around and started talking nonsense with the boy on the other side.
Lu Zhino slowly opened his eyes, revealing dark pupils. He sat up straight and casually took out a box of candy from his pocket.
The sound of "bang" was extremely clear in the silent auditorium.
The instigator completely ignored the curious gazes coming from all directions and threw a peach-flavored candy into his mouth.
He put it against his mouth and stared at the stage with an expressionless face, calm and composed.
The patrolling teacher found no one, so he glanced at the area where the sound came from. Others also looked away, as if nothing happened.
Dexter He was frightened and couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He leaned towards Lu Zhiye, lowered his voice, and continued to complain: "But it's true, you are always skipping classes and fighting. You don't learn at all from Xi. I think Principal Lu has trained you dozens of times." Too many to count!"
Lu Zhiye held the candy iron box casually in his hand, his face showed no signs of movement, and he played with the taste of his mouth: "Can you save a seat for me?"
"That's a must!" Dexter He assured, patting her chest, "It's in the last row by the window, next to the air conditioner, you can see the scenery, it's warm in winter and cool in summer, and haven't you been used to sitting there since junior high school? ? "I'll keep it for you."
Originally we had arranged to come to the school together, but something suddenly happened to Lu Zhino, so he reported it and left.
It's the third day of school, and I just returned to school before the opening ceremony.
Ask him and say nothing.
Lu Zhino raised his lips, "Let's make arrangements for the billiards room."
Then he added slowly: "Ah, by the way, it's the one you want to go to."
Dexter He's silent prairie dog scream.
Extremely excited.
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