Confused school belle, rely on you

Chapter 47 He Jiajia's Persistence
After school starts, I wake up in the morning and it rains again. Looking at the dark sky outside the window, I feel sad and a little confused!Dreaming about grandpa again!The instructions in the dream made me not dare to be lazy, I hurriedly put on my clothes and took care of them carefully, and hurriedly rushed to school after breakfast!

Compared with this bright morning, I still like the poetic and picturesque feeling of the drizzle. I like to open my eyes in the morning and open the window. The cool feeling wets my face and invades my sight.

But at this time, the sky and the earth are as empty as one color.I don't know if the rain came at night or in the morning.But not too big, the ground is only slightly wet.When I went out, I was too lazy to open an umbrella, and the thin rain was caught in the wind, which made the back of my neck feel cold.It was only at this time that I felt that the autumn feeling was thickened by the rain again.

There weren't many people on the road. Although the school hadn't officially opened yet, the freshmen had already started reporting.The campus has become very lively and crowded unconsciously. There are many fresh and young faces in classrooms, campuses, and cafeterias.It's that time of year again!

Two months ago, it was lively for a few days, but it was Lige, the more lively it was, the more the joy gradually became sporadic; this time it was a new year, and the end of each section was the beginning of another section.I see these people coming and going every year, but I didn't pay attention to it in previous years, but this year I feel particularly touched, probably because I will leave the campus next year.

It's really a human face that doesn't know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze!
Standing on the campus, the leaves of the poplar trees are filtered bright by the drizzle, and the willow branches also add a bit of charm.Occasionally, the breeze blows, accompanied by the rustling poplar leaves, the willow silk flutters slightly in the direction of the poplar, like the long hair of a beauty dancing with the wind.The willows are like this, and the green grass can't help but join in the fun. The morning dew on the tip of the leaves is even more crystal clear, and the green beads tremble slightly on the leaves. This scene is truly beautiful.

"Summer, summer, hey, how are you? Which class do you want to apply for?" Zhang Jiacheng ran up to me and said out of breath!

"Hey, Jiacheng, which class I'm in doesn't seem to have much to do with you! You're in science, brother, I'm in liberal arts!" I joked looking at his chubby face!

"That's right, Jiacheng, besides, with me accompanying Xia Tian, ​​I don't need you anymore, you can go where you came from!" Zhou Chen's voice sounded from behind Zhang Jiacheng!
"You two bitches! I'm just asking, don't hit me!" Zhang Jiacheng said angrily!
"I'll apply first. By the way, I'm going to class (3) of the third year of high school. It seems that class (4) is a liberal arts class!" Zhang Jiacheng smiled cheaply, and the two of us knew what he meant!
"Go away, haha!" Zhou Chen and I gave him a kick, and he responded with a firm middle finger!

"Xia, are you still in the same class as Jiajia? It's been so long, forget it, just give in and apologize!" Zhou Chen persuaded me!
"Zhou Chen, let's talk about it, let's talk about it according to the situation!" I rubbed my face and said!
"I still can't let go of betrayal, Zhou Chen!" I said silently in my heart!

"Hey, I know what kind of virtue you are, why do you think I'm going so hard!" Zhou Chen smiled wryly and shook his head to go to the classroom before me!

"Students, you are about to step into the last and most important step of your career dreams. Today is also the last time I will speak to you!" Director Liu stood on the podium and started his long speech as always!
"Students, your sophomore life is coming to an end, but your senior year is about to begin. You must not relax or be lazy! Because the last moment of senior year determines your destiny, it is an important moment that determines your future entry into higher education institutions !classmates……"

Dry!Is there any more?I feel very irritable!Seeing He Jiajia lying on the table listening absentmindedly through the gap, my heart throbbed!
"Students are now divided into classes, and you can apply for which class to go to!" Director Liu took out a notepad and began to divide the classes by reading the names of the students!
"Zhou Chen! Senior Three (4) Class!" Director Liu lowered his head and muttered!

"He Jiajia! Class 6 ([-]) of Senior High School!"

"Summer! Grade 6 ([-]) Class"

"Report to the teacher! I'm applying to go to Class Three (4)!" Hearing Director Liu read my name, I suddenly had an impulse in my heart!
"Xiamen, let me ask why you want to go to class (4)?" Director Liu stopped and asked me!
"Teacher, I want to be in the same class as Zhou Chen, so that the two of us will encourage each other!" I said with pain in my heart!

"Well, good, then you can go to class (4)!" Director Liu nodded with a smile!
Director Liu hadn't finished speaking, when suddenly I felt a fiery gaze coming towards me. I looked up and saw He Jiajia's eyes were filled with grievance, sadness, resentment, and puzzlement!Hurry up and bow your head!
"Report to the teacher! I'm applying to go to Class Three (4)!"

He Jiajia's crisp voice suddenly rang in his ears!I was stunned!

"Well! That's fine, He Jiajia approves you!" Director Liu nodded after pondering for a while and said!
He Jiajia, He Jiajia, what do you want to do?Are we done?Why bother?

I was thinking silently in my heart, not knowing how to face her in the future!

I was absent-minded all morning, until I stepped into class (4) of the third year of high school, I just woke up like a dream. I don't understand why He Jiajia also wants to enter this class!
"Xiamen, what happened to you this morning? Why do you suddenly have to change shifts?" Zhou Chen asked me puzzled!

"At that time, I didn't know why? I just heard Director Liu say He Jiajia's name, and suddenly said it!" I scratched my head and laughed!
"Xia Tian, ​​don't think I don't know what you think! Is it interesting? Jia Jia has already reached this point, you can't even be more magnanimous!" Zhou Chen suddenly pulled my arm and said!

"Zhou Chen, I understand everything, but I can't let it go. When I think of Zhou Bing's dropout, I feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratching me!" I said as I broke his hand!
"Hey, Xia Tian, ​​Zhou Bing didn't blame you either! Do you still resent Jiajia for walking with that boy!" Zhang Jiacheng suddenly spoke up!
"Can you stop mentioning it!" I suddenly became angry, and I was very irritable!

"Fuck, Xia Tian, ​​look at your small belly!" Zhou Chen was also angry!
"I said, brothers, is it worth it? Calm down, all, go to the aisle to smoke!" Zhang Jiacheng said haha ​​and pulled the two of us away!
Love, deep down in my heart, feels out of reach, but I know that I am escaping, escaping the pain that I cannot use "gorgeous" words to cover up.The whirling whirling of melancholy is as sharp as a blender, devouring me incessantly.

I don't know how to face He Jiajia, what kind of posture to use to smile in front of her.I know how to cherish, but I don't know how to cherish.

The wind blows, leaving a crack, and the rain falls, branding a wound.

"Xiaxia, it looks like Jiajia!" Zhang Jiacheng said to me suddenly!Then he shouted at the top of his voice!

"Hey Jiajia, here we are!"

"Zhang Jiacheng, you want to die!" I hurried to cover Zhang Jiacheng's mouth, but it was too late, He Jiajia had already seen us, and came this way!
"Hehe, Jiajia, why didn't you ride a bike today!" Zhou Chen pulled me aside and asked with a smile!

"Huh? Jiajia, why are you limping? What's wrong?" Zhou Chen suddenly noticed that He Jiajia's walking posture was a bit strange, so he continued to ask!

"Hehe, I sprained my ankle two days ago! But it's okay, it's getting better soon!" He Jiajia glanced at me and smiled at Zhou Chen again!

"I've sprained my ankle, I'll just rest for two days, what can I do!" I blurted out when I heard it!

I do!Xia Tian, ​​what's the matter with you, talk too much!
As soon as I said it, I regretted it for a while, fuck!

"Hehe, it's okay, summer, isn't school starting today?" He Jiajia looked at me and smiled sincerely!

"Xia, I'm also very sad about grandpa's death, but the dead is gone, you have to cheer up! Don't let grandpa's spirit in the sky worry about your heart!" He Jiajia continued, her eye circles slowly turned red, Tears flowed down too!

"I, I..." I opened my mouth but didn't say anything!
"Actually, actually, Xia Tian, ​​that boy and I..." He Jiajia stammered!

"Jiajia, there's no need to explain, let's do it!" I interrupted her!
"Let's be like this, in fact, maybe we are really too young to know what love is, love!" I suddenly felt an old-fashioned feeling!
"Xiamen, you..." He Jiajia looked at me with tears in her eyes!I didn't turn my head away, smoking a cigarette, I didn't dare to see her sad and crying, I was afraid that I would soften my heart!
"summer!"

"Huh?" I turned around and replied!

"Then, are we still friends?" He Jiajia took a deep breath and asked, wiping away tears!There is something hidden in the eyes that I can't understand!
"Well, it's a friend!" I nodded with difficulty, but found that I felt a sense of loss in my heart!
"Well, then we are still good friends, hee hee! Let's shake hands!" He Jiajia said with a smile while stretching out her tender little hand!But her smile seems far-fetched? !
I hesitated for a while and finally stretched out my hand to hold her. I understand that I have completely broken the glass cup of love!
I know I have finally lost He Jiajia and my love!
The breeze of time slips mischievously through the fingers; grabbing the lost fragments of love and spreading them out, the pale palms only leave the palm prints of the years, messy.

Suddenly thinking back, that night, that person, that kiss; made me fascinated!From now on, only black and white fuzzy shadows remain, flickering on and off in the brain.

Forgetting may be a kind of nostalgia!Simply across the night sky at the end of summer, with the dancing of fingertips, the guitar is active like an elf.

Once upon a time, a symphony of love that I wrote with the imprint of the purple crescent moon on the back of my hand finally came to an end!
Once, I played this love symphony with my heart, and was finally discarded in the corner!
(End of this chapter)