Today Should Be Preferred

The words written on the last page of the notebook showed that she would understand.

This semester, Zhuo Yuan has already figured it out. A good girl like Tinglan cannot respond to him in high school. Their goal is clear, and the main task is to study hard.

His liking is his own business, and he will try to restrain himself and not disturb her study. Anyway, there is still such a long way to go in life, so he will not rush for a while.

However, he didn't dare to take it lightly while waiting for the flowers to bear fruit. He needed to sow a little seed in her heart, water it slowly, and give it nourishment from time to time. At least let her understand his intentions.

So he chose such a vague way, choosing a way that only she can understand silently confessing and guarding.

She is getting better, and he is also working hard to make himself better. Apart from his studies, he keeps on studying and developing his hobbies.

The only Friday on which he was absent and did not make a broadcast program was on June 29th that year. Others were abroad and lined up all night in a strange country and a strange street in order to buy a newest mobile phone on the market.

It was a fanatical dream of a teenager. He had seen product introductions in some magazines before, and he knew how the launch of this product would bring about earth-shaking changes in people's lives.

A teenager has the same perseverance and love for feelings and dreams, and they are all existences that can make his heart hot.

After tens of thousands of miles, Lu Kuo thought he was going to lock it in a cabinet as a treasure to worship. After studying its various functions and software for a week, Zhuo Yuan calmly put the phone in. After dismantling, a bunch of parts are on the table, Lu Kuo is heartbroken.

: "Don't give it to me!"

He calmly replied: "When I finish my research, I will assemble it and send it to you."

Like a Frankenstein.

On that day, Lu Kuo said sincerely: "Zhuo Yuan, your dream will come true in the future."

"I know."

With such confidence, Lu Kuo choked. But looking at the light flashing in his eyes, Lu Kuo was also reflecting on himself for the first time. Compared with Zhuo Yuan, he seemed to live with no goals and no love. Is he going to work hard too?

But when he opened his mouth, he said:

"Wait for you to become more and more prosperous in the future, brother, I will rely on you to raise it."

Zhuo Yuan was really heartbroken, and he didn't know what the joke was. While assembling his mobile phone, he answered seriously: "I will only be elderly mothers and children in the future."

After saying this, the hand holding the screwdriver shook, because the face of Shu Tinglan flashed in his mind, and he suddenly felt that his heartbeat had missed a beat.

Wife?

Before that, he hadn't thought about it at all. Which high school student would think about this question?

But once this idea came out, it took shape, and it was somehow sure that it was her, and the tips of her ears became red again.

Lu Kuo saw him through: "Just chat for a while, can you also think of scenes that are not suitable for children?"

"Get out!" Zhuo Yuan made a brief and concise order to chase off guests.

Tell him to go, but he won't go: "I'll wait for you to set up your phone and send it to me. What you want to think, I can't see it anyway, just think about it."

Zhuo Yuan really thought about it, and asked him after a while: "Are you sure that next semester, will you still be science?"

Lu Kuo directly replied: "You shouldn't be interested in my arts and sciences, right? Listening to the liberal arts of the Lanbao newspaper."

"She chose the liberal arts?" Zhuo Yuan stopped his movements with a little surprise. Because in terms of her grades in various subjects in high school, she is no worse in science than in liberal arts.

Lu Kuo gave him a definite answer.

Tinglan did report on liberal arts. For this reason, she had a fight with her parents. It was the first time that she insisted on her choice so much.

There are not many opinions from my mother, but she only suggested that she study science, so that in the future, she will have more professional choices and a wider range of employment opportunities.

On the contrary, her father insisted that she study science, and even found out her exam results during the first and second semester of high school to help her analyze her direction.

"Look, every time you take an exam, the average score of science is a bit higher than the average score of liberal arts, so science is your advantage."

My mother also said next to him: "Your dad was right. Take physics as an example. After you went to high school, you have learned well now."

Ting Lan: "You only see my science grades, but you don't see how much effort I put in behind. I don't like physics, and I even hate physics."

She knew that she hadn't got any ideas at all. This semester, she was trying hard to solve the problems, memorizing all the solutions of the same type of questions, and memorizing them by rote, and then set these types of questions in the exam to barely get high scores.

She doesn't like physics at all.

"Lan Lan, no one gets high scores casually, and requires unremitting efforts. Even many people, even if they work hard, can't get high scores, it shows that you have this talent."

Ting Lan: "No matter what you say, I won't go to science classes."

She didn't want to say any more, and locked herself in the room.

The second year of high school must be divided into liberal arts and science classes, and the school will integrate classes 2 and 3 into liberal arts and sciences.

As far as she knows, Wen Jian and Zhuo Yu'an both report for science classes. If she also reports for science, she must be in the same class with them. She didn't want to be compared by Wen Jian, no matter what.

In addition, she herself prefers liberal arts, so this time, she is very determined.

In the end, parents had no choice but to rely on her.

It seemed that Tinglan really began to adapt to the high school life after she was in her second year of high school. She was no longer so turbulent, no longer so painful and depressing. In the liberal arts class, she was a fish in water and adapted very well.

And many things, after really letting go, she exudes a happy and confident light from the inside out.

The campus radio will arrive as scheduled every evening after school. Most of the time, she will not listen to it seriously. The radio music is more like a background music on the campus, like the sunset in the sky, it exists every day. If nothing special, she will not pay attention to it.

It was only one Friday. Because she could not know a math problem, when the teacher left the classroom, she heard a familiar voice coming from the radio.

"This "Love Transfer" is for you."

It was a song that was familiar and popular all over the country.

...

Love keeps standing and wants to drive to the earth

Need to be brave

Transfer one's warmth to another's chest

...

Eason Chan's deep and very contagious voice penetrated the entire campus, Ting Lan unconsciously stopped and listened, only to realize that she had burst into tears at some point.

It's not that she has never heard this song before, and she can even pop it up and sing it, but today is especially sentimental and very different.