i was my mistake

The roads to the school are not all main roads, some are small roads that save more time.

For example, this muddy road in rainy days is not far from an arch bridge covered with moss.

The arch bridge is not big, mainly because the river is not wide. It is said to be a river, but now it is more like a stream. Only when it rains, the water level will rise a little bit, and the water flow will become more turbulent.

"La la la la——" When approaching, the sound of the water even made people feel like standing next to the waterfall.

Pushing away the hazy mist, in this ink-like painting, I saw a girl leaning against the bridge with a red umbrella.

The sky was as dark as midnight.

"Squeak!" Ye Chen suddenly tightened the brakes on both sides at the same time.

"What are you doing?" Wan Qing was almost thrown off, she grabbed Ye Chen's clothes tightly and shouted dissatisfied.

Zhao Jinyu replied for her: "There is a woman holding a red umbrella in front."

"...Just hold on, it can't be a female ghost, can it?"

"Uh cough..."

"Are you afraid?"

"No!" Ye Chen denied it firmly, "I just felt a little bit weird, and I was taken aback. Think about it, everyone would be shocked by the sudden appearance of a bright red in the monotonous black and white world. !"

Wan Qing didn't give her face at all, she turned her head and asked Zhao Jinyu: "Has Jinyu been scared?"

"No."

"Look, I am not scared at all."

"cough……"

"Hurry up, your shoes will get wet later." Wan Qing urged impatiently with one foot on the ground.

"oh oh……"

Two bicycles slowly passed the woman, but she suddenly stood in front of the three of them with an umbrella.

"Wow!" Now Ye Chen was really scared.

Zhao Jinyu raised his face, let the rain fall on his face, and looked curiously at the woman holding the red umbrella—a young girl to be precise.

She has long black hair, and half of her face is covered by the hair, revealing only one dark and scary eye.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Jinyu asked softly.

The latter raised his head, and some of his long hair was blown aside by the wind, making his face look clearer.

This is a slightly androgynous face, but with long hair, it is more feminine.

And when she opened her mouth, she made an indistinguishable voice: "Do you know...the person I want to find?"

"Who do you want to see?"

"Tian Ting Chan... Where is Tian Ting Chan... I can't remember who she is, I just know I'm looking for her..."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"...say goodbye, say goodbye to her."

"What's your name?"

"My name is..." The young woman stood there as if her brain had froze, her gaze was extremely dull.

Then she silently retreated to the side, stood by the bridge, and began to mutter to herself: "Who am I...what's my name..."

Ye Chen already had goose bumps all over her body, she couldn't help stepping on the pedal, and she was about to leave here.

Zhao Jinyu looked back, hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "If you want to go out, remember to go along this road, and then turn left at the first intersection. There is a police box there. Maybe he can Help you!"

The woman still didn't answer, she was still chanting, the red umbrella drooped on her head, letting the rain fall on it.

It wasn't until he rode for a long distance, until he saw the sign of the police box and the bright red flag, that Ye Chen heaved a sigh of relief.

These things seem to have the function of warding off evil spirits, and standing near them will make her feel at ease involuntarily.

"It's too weird..." Ye Chen shivered, shaking the goosebumps on his body, "Who is that person..."

"How normal, it's probably just a lunatic from a nearby village." Wan Qing replied flatly, "You haven't seen it before, have you forgotten? There is a crazy and stupid person in my grandma's house, who talks about it all day long. Yes, it is said that he was persecuted by others before, so he became like that.”

"Uh……"

"This kind of thing is just like Wei..." Wan Qing recalled that Zhao Jinyu was by her side, and choked back her words, "It's similar to the depression of people in the city. Every era and every place has this kind of depression. People who are oppressed too hard in some places become lunatics, and in some places they are under too much pressure but can persist, and they become depression.”

"It's fine if it's sunny. The main thing is that there were dead vines and old trees everywhere, and I was standing on an arch bridge covered in moss. It's like a scene from a ghost movie..."

"Chen'er is very afraid of this." Zhao Jinyu said with a light smile.

"I don't want to..." Ye Chen rarely admitted this, "But sometimes I just can't control myself."

"Hmm, I can understand."

"Tsk, coward."

"Aren't you cowardly!"

"Materialist fighters are not afraid of these things." Wan Qing snorted lightly, with a bit of smugness in her tone.

"Yes, yes, materialist warrior, when are you going to ride by yourself?"

"I'll talk about it after you win the exam."

"Tsk..."

The weird woman with the red umbrella was just a small episode on the way to school. The two bicycles returned to the concrete road, and in the distance, the outline of the school could already be vaguely seen.

There are farmlands on both sides of the road, and there are no buildings to cover it, so the school looks particularly conspicuous.

It was neither early nor late, but the sky still had no intention of lighting up, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The security booth was lit with orange lights, and the gatekeeper was yawning and drinking tea from an enamel jar.

Pushing open the small door, the uncle in the security booth nodded slightly to the three of them expressionlessly.

Someone ran over stepping on the rainwater behind him, it was another uncle security guard who had come to take over.

With breakfast in his hand, he hurriedly rushed to the eaves.

"Ha, I'm covered in water, and it's useless to use an umbrella." He patted the rain on his coat, and greeted the three of them with a smile, "Hey, it's so early."

"Well, good morning, uncle."

"Morning, study hard. In the last year, work hard to get into school!" He laughed and encouraged. As for why he could recognize them as senior three, it was very simple - because the school uniforms of senior three and senior two were two different colors.

"Okay..." Ye Chen laughed awkwardly.

"Have you decided which school to take the exam?" Only half a year is left before the college entrance examination. Even students who may not be admitted to college are starting to think about which school they want to go to. However, the school's official documents have not yet been released. Come down, probably after the end of the final exam.

In Wan Qing's memory, the school would send out a thick booklet covering junior colleges and undergraduates, almost all universities in the country. It was full of the scores of each school in the past years and introductions that were not detailed but better than none at all. They called to the office one by one to analyze the college entrance examination volunteers for them and decide where to fill in the report.

Filling out volunteers is also a very important thing in this era.

Unlike the later days where you can choose a university after the college entrance examination scores come out, in this era, you choose your volunteers first and then take the college entrance examination. Yes, but because the estimate was too conservative, he entered a less than ideal school.

So people like Wan Qing and Ye Chen haven't figured it out yet, but someone like Zhao Jinyu who has excellent grades must have already set his goal.

"Think about it, if you can get into Fudan University, you must choose Fudan University, then...Jiaotong University, and then...S University."

"They're all schools that require fucking high scores." Ye Chen sighed, she never even thought about getting into this kind of university, because it was too unrealistic.

She is not a genius, how could she be admitted to that top university after just one year of hard work.

You know, she didn't even pass the college entrance examination before.

"What about you?" Zhao Jinyu asked with a smile.

"We'd better wait for the detailed information to come down and then choose. At present, we don't know what to choose..."

"Generally speaking, the score requirements for colleges in the South are much higher."

"Yeah... Otherwise, why would you consider going to the north." Ye Chen sighed, "But if you go to the north, you will have to be separated from Dad for three or four years."

"That's something that can't be helped. If you can only choose a junior college in the south, but you can take a bachelor's degree in the north, then do you choose the south or the north? Even if you only get three colleges, they still have four years." Wan Qing put her hands together I put it in my pocket, "Sometimes, the choice is always helpless, and there is no absolute perfection—unless you can suddenly get admitted to any college in the south, then there is something else to say."

"What do you mean by seed explosion?" Zhao Jinyu was very curious.

"It means a sudden explosion, rapid progress, and a sudden improvement."

"Qing'er always speaks some very interesting words, are they native dialects?"

"That's right." Wan Qing laughed dryly.

After all, it is a person who came back from the future, so it is really difficult to avoid using some future adjectives when speaking.

Even Ye Chen has been led by her recently, so that a few future Internet buzzwords often pop up.

The speed of learning this thing is much faster than the learning of the eight classics.

"Ah—study and study, hurry back to the classroom and study!" Ye Chen suddenly quickened his pace, as if he had gained a lot of motivation from nowhere in an instant, "Strive to get into the second grade!"

"Yo, the standard has been raised to another level?" Wan Qing laughed jokingly, "Could it be set too high?"

"Cut, no way!"

In fact, in the 90s, there was no distinction between one, two, and three books. At this moment, the distinction is just a classification made by the people according to the score line. It was not until [-] that there was an official classification document.

So, now, in fact, there is only the difference between undergraduate and junior college.

But that doesn't stop people from calling them like that...

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50. Bean Paste Bread

It was pitch black outside, and the lights in the classroom were on, giving people the illusion of studying by themselves at night.

Everything was shrouded in darkness, which made people feel sleepy.

After Wan Qing read the book for a while, her upper eyelids and lower eyelids were already fighting.

To be honest, compared to patience, she seems to be inferior to Ye Chen - at least she is writing math problems seriously, and she doesn't seem to be sleepy at all.

Some people came to the classroom one after another, but today it was unexpectedly quiet, not as noisy as in the past.

Maybe it's the night-like darkness that makes it easier to calm down.

Of course, it also makes people more prone to sleepiness...

"Ye Chen!" Jiang Xing's shout broke the silence, and the atmosphere of the classroom seemed to be affected by him, and it also became noisy.

——Probably because the voices of the students also involuntarily raised their voices.

"Hey, look! The bread I agreed to buy for you yesterday, I bought it this morning after the master made it. It's still hot!" Jiang Xing put a bag of bread on Ye Chen's table, it was a piece of bean paste The original version of the bread was probably made of chocolate, but after entering country Z in this era, many people probably couldn't afford the relatively expensive chocolate, so they changed it to the more common bean paste.

Although it does not have the mellow sweetness of chocolate, its own sweetness also has a special taste.

The outside is dotted with a lot of bean paste, and after tearing apart, the filling is also bean paste.

The reason why I knew it was, of course, because Wan Qing had eaten it.

And I have a deep memory - because I hesitated for more than a month to eat this bread, until I picked up a five-yuan note on the road one day, I excitedly ran to buy one.

With the remaining change, I went to the snack shop to buy some snacks. It was this small five yuan that made her very happy that week.

Money is indeed not everything, but the problem is that most of the time, there is nothing that money can't solve...

Even the so-called depression or bad mood can be solved as long as you have money.

"Heh, why didn't I?" Wan Qing approached shamelessly.

"Ah..." Jiang Xing hesitated for a moment, then took out another small bean paste bun and handed it over.

This thing is similar to the small steamed buns with red bean paste, but it is made in the way of bread. Each one is very small, and you can save it for later if you can't finish it in one sitting.

"It's not too bad." Wan Qing winked at Ye Chen, but the latter didn't look very happy.

The main reason is that she didn't want this thing to succeed at all...

"Thank you, Ye Chen, if there is any question then, I have to ask you, hehe..."

"Fuck, Jiang Xing, I didn't meet you on the road today, you kid went to buy bread, where's my share!" Yang Zeng's voice came from the door of the classroom, as if he had caught an adulterer , exaggeratedly shouted, "Why are only the girls, don't give it to me, I'll help too!"

"It's gone...it's gone."