i was my mistake

Xiao Bai lay at his father's feet, curled up, and when he sensed that someone came in through the door, he slightly opened one eye, and seeing that it was Wan Qing and Ye Chen, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

The two of them went back into the room lightly, without turning on the light, they walked into the bedroom by touching the wall by the fluorescent light of the TV.

Wan Qing threw herself directly onto the big soft round bed, bouncing her body gently following Sim Mengsi: "Ha, it's finally time to sleep!"

"Sleepy..." Ye Chen sat unsteadily on the bed, rolled over, and got into the bed, "Hey, you are sleeping on two pillows."

"Where there is, just one."

"...Your hair is all over my pillow."

"Then you just lie on my hair."

"Aren't you afraid that if you turn over, you'll tear a lot of your hair off?"

"I'm annoying you." Wan Qing's tone deliberately had a tone from the other side of the strait, and she put her hair back a little troublesomely, "Is this the way to go?"

"Almost..." Ye Chen lay comfortably on the pillow, facing Wan Qing.

But Wan Qing turned her back and curled up slightly.

The night in early spring was still a little cold, and it seemed that I couldn't stretch my feet to the bottom all at once.

— as if the bottom of the quilt was an ice cave.

Ye Chen's nose just touched Wan Qing's long hair, she subconsciously sniffed it, and couldn't help muttering: "It seems to have a smell..."

"What's the smell? You haven't washed your hair for a few days, right?"

"Cough... no, it's not the scent."

"fragrance?"

"Hmm... feels like... strawberries?"

"You're sick." Wan Qing was amused by her, "I haven't washed my hair for a few days and it still smells like strawberry. Our shampoo doesn't smell like strawberry either. Even if it was, the smell has faded away."

"It's true...you can smell it a little bit."

"Then let me smell yours?" Wan Qing turned over suddenly, pressed half of her body on Ye Chen, and rubbed her scalp with her nose, which made her feel a little itchy, and her heartbeat also accelerated.

"Um...how, how?"

"...It's oily and doesn't smell like washing your hair."

"..."

"Sleep and sleep! How can there be any fragrance!"

"It is true..."

……

11. Sharing a table with others

Friday, July 1997, 2.

This year is not a leap year, so February only has 28 days.

Once this February is over, it will be March, and there are only more than four months left before the college entrance examination in early July.

It seemed that at this moment, time suddenly became urgent.

The noon sun is shining brightly, and the temperature has risen a lot in recent days. At noon like this, it has reached about [-] degrees.

The warmth of spring made people feel a little sleepy, Wan Qing rested her cheeks, her head was shaking, and she was almost falling asleep.

This is the last class in the morning.

The mathematics teacher was talking about the problems on the podium, and there were more and more formulas on the blackboard, and the whole block was covered in a trance.

Wan Qing, who was not very interested in mathematics, probably because she didn't get enough sleep yesterday, now her upper and lower eyelids are like magnets, trying to stick together.

"Hmm!" This time she couldn't support her head, her forehead came into intimate contact with the table, and there was a very clear 'bang'.

In this math class where many students in the back row fell asleep on their stomachs, it sounded very clear.

Some people even slightly opened their eyes in their sleep to see where the sound was coming from.

Facing the classroom where almost half of the students were lying down, the math teacher who was in class did not change his face, and continued to talk about the topic, as if performing alone on a stage without an audience.

"Hey, then students, this question is actually not difficult to solve, hey, I heard someone say it, yes—"

In fact, no one responded to him at all.

Wan Qing, who rubbed her forehead and got back up again, had nothing but admiration for this thin-haired math teacher.

I heard that he is still the math teacher of class one, it would be a waste to give lectures to class five...

Even though there were not many people attending the class, the teacher still spoke hard. It could be seen that he had full love for this career, otherwise it would be impossible to persevere.

I remember the last Chinese class. Seeing that there was no one attending the class, the Chinese teacher simply assigned homework for everyone to write, and then went to the more serious students for one-on-one tutoring.

"Dinglingling——" the bell rang unexpectedly, the math teacher cleared his throat, wiped off part of the chalk with his palm, and wrote today's math homework on it. Some students don’t know, math homework, the third sheet of the mock test paper, after finishing the whole paper, there is no need to accept the homework, and I will directly talk about it in class tomorrow.”

"Okay." Zheng Kai nodded lightly, he was the student who listened most carefully in this class just now.

Even Wan Qing, the class monitor, was a little distracted, and Shen Huijuan, the study committee member... almost fell asleep half asleep.

Ye Chen was very serious, and typed up a lot of drafts - although she basically knew these questions.

The students in the back row, who were still asleep just now, were instantly awakened by the ringing of the bell. The moment the math teacher announced that get out of class was over, they took out their tableware and rushed out.

There was a tsunami-like sound from the corridor. Those who didn't know it thought it was a desperate charge on the battlefield, but they didn't know that it was actually rushing into the cafeteria.

"Let's go, go eat?" Ye Chen stood up, put the pencil case and test papers into the drawer, and stretched under the warm sunshine.

"Let's go." Wan Qing took the spoon in the bag, put her hands in the pockets of her school uniform jacket, and walked out of the classroom leisurely.

On the playground, many people passed by, and there was a long queue in the cafeteria. Some people excitedly talked to their companions about what to eat for today's dinner.

"Ah, do you have fried fish today?" Ye Chen hesitated, "Wan Qing, which window shall we line up?"

"Then eat fried fish."

Yinjiang High School's fried small fish is a special dish. They use small fish the size of a thumb, and each one is fried golden and crispy. Even the bones can be chewed and swallowed.

And this fried fish is fresh fish every time, it doesn’t taste fishy and tastes good, the school will give each student a little sweet noodle sauce, and those who are interested can also dip it in the sauce.

——After all, it is a special dish of H city, of course it is sweet.

If someone brings their own chili sauce, they can also dip their own chili sauce...

It's just that this small fried fish may only be eaten once or twice a semester, and it is not a dish in the normal menu.

It is said that the principal's father likes fishing, and sometimes he will drive his own fishing boat to catch fish in the river. These small fish are caught from the river, and they are basically nodding like this, and they will not grow any bigger.

Of course, that's just what I heard.

Whether this is the case or not, none of the students know.

When it was time for Wan Qing and Ye Chen to line up, the cafeteria was already very lively, the sophomore students also came to line up to eat, and there were hardly a few vacant seats.

"Uh... I don't want that radish, can I get some more cauliflower?" Ye Chen asked tentatively.

The auntie in the cafeteria nodded very understandingly, and gave her some more cauliflower.

"I don't want radishes either." When it was Wan Qing's turn, she immediately said, "But put some radish soup on my meal, thank you."

The school lunch is not very rich, just two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish, sometimes there is some meat in the vegetarian dishes, for example, there is a little shredded pork in this fried cauliflower with fungus.

You will feel very happy when you eat pure lean meat, but if you encounter that kind of meat that is not only fat but also gluten, you will feel sick after eating a bite.

The two people carrying the tray searched around, but couldn't find a seat. They finally found a seat by the window, but they were preempted by a group of boys.

"Alas... there is no place to sit." This is the most worrying thing about eating in the cafeteria.

Therefore, some people will directly use lunch boxes to eat and bring them back to the classroom to eat.

"Isn't there still room for two people?" Wan Qing was getting annoyed. Although she had only been around for 2 minutes, she felt that the food was getting cold, so she simply walked forward and asked the boys she didn't know. He said, "Hey, there is still some space here, can you let the two of us sit down?"

"what?"

"what?"

The boys were obviously a little surprised.

Of course, I wasn't too surprised.

After all, this is an era that is both conservative and avant-garde.

There will always be a girl as bold as Wan Qing.

"Hey, you are... ah, the one from the last New Year's Day performance!"

"Oh, cross talk combination!"

"...I hope you all remember that I am the one who sings. Why, I don't sing well?"

"Haha... In comparison, the cross talk sketch is more impressive, right?"

"Yes, yes."

"Let me go, I'm going to sit by the window." Wan Qing patted the head of the big boy sitting in front, and said sharply.

This group is all sophomores. Although the meal time is not too early, for sophomores, they should be the fastest running group.

Ye Chen said 'sorry' a few times in embarrassment, and squeezed into the innermost place with Wan Qing.

The position by the window can be exposed to the midday sun, and it is the most pleasant thing to sit and eat here.

The remaining seats are really only enough for two people, and they will be next to each other. The boys moved to the side again, so as not to bump into Ye Chen who was sitting outside.

They couldn't help but look at Ye Chen and Wan Qing a few more times, especially Wan Qing's green eyes.

However, probably feeling that the atmosphere was too awkward, someone brought up the topic again and started chatting as if they were not affected.

Wan Qing ate slowly, feeding spoonful after spoonful into her mouth.

She originally wanted to make a bowl of soup, but when she thought about having to squeeze it out again, she was too lazy to do it.

"What class are the seniors in?" Someone suddenly brought the topic to the two of them.

Wan Qing didn't answer, and Ye Chen was embarrassed not to speak, she swallowed the food in her mouth with some embarrassment, and whispered: "Uh... from Class Five."

"Oh, class five."

The boys looked at each other. They obviously knew that this was the last class, and basically people in this class would not be admitted to college.

"I heard that there is an internship in the third year of high school. Do you plan to participate?"

"Don't participate...we will have to move to the first classroom." Ye Chen was a little unhappy, feeling that he was underestimated, so he said deliberately, "Because the grades are better, the teacher asked us to go to a better environment." study here."

"Ah... oh oh..."

"Didn't you do well in the placement test?"

"Yes."

"Cough... um, sort of."

"By the way, senior sister, do you have a boyfriend?" Someone gossiped half-jokingly.

"No!" Ye Chen immediately denied, "There is a boy from class two who pestered me a few times before, but it seems that he hasn't pestered me anymore recently."

"A boy from class two? It can't be Sun Wei."

"Hey, you know him?"

"Damn it, the boys in the second year of high school basically know him. He got into fights outside the school and became famous. Later, he almost beat someone to death and was expelled from school."

"what?"

"No wonder I can't see him anymore." Wan Qing nodded, "I just said how could he calm down so easily."

"I heard that either he dropped out of school, or he was not allowed to come to school, and then he was arranged for an internship. It seems that he will still be issued a diploma."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, think about it, our high school is almost gone, and the teachers don't want students who don't even have a diploma in the last two years, right?"

"Makes sense."

"The teachers are so kind."