i was my mistake

"Yeah, just clean up."

"Where are you?"

"It seems that there are dedicated cleaning staff on duty, but Wan Qing and I don't seem to use it."

"I see……"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

People who haven't chatted for a long time don't know what to talk about for a while.

Interesting things that happened in the classroom on weekdays?

But in fact, there are many things that can only be found funny when they are present at the time. Retelling by others will never achieve that effect.

"Come on, you guys." Jiang Xing smirked.

"Huh? Oh... yes."

"Can you pass the exam?"

"No problem." Ye Chen answered quickly this time.

Jiang Xing and Yang Zeng, one with a broken arm and one broken foot, staggered towards the teaching building under the care of Zheng Kai.

It wasn't until their figures disappeared from his sight that Ye Chen recovered from his trance and looked at Wan Qing: "Ah, why are you still here?"

"Wait for you, idiot."

"...cough, let's go back to the classroom too!"

There is only one staircase in the teaching building, but when they reached the lobby on the first floor, they were no longer in sight.

All that could be heard was the slightly echoed frolic in the aisle.

……

Noon, lunch break.

The sun is shining brightly.

Wan Qing even felt that her feet in canvas shoes were about to sweat.

"Is it the season when you don't need to wear socks?" She muttered to herself, walking leisurely up.

The classroom in Class One was too quiet, and staying in such an orderly and depressing environment for a long time would actually make her feel uncomfortable.

When I reached the fifth floor, I thought I wanted to come here for some air.

On the fifth floor, there is actually no class.

The place is empty, even the offices are abandoned, with a few doors open, and you can see the empty desks inside.

——In the teachers' offices, there are no students' homework and test papers, and it always feels like something is missing.

Next to the roof leading to the roof, there is also a classroom.

But it is not an ordinary classroom, but a music classroom.

However, in fact, during the three years of Wan Qing's schooling in Yinjiang High School, from the first year to the third year of high school, she never saw any music class at all.

This music classroom was left before.

At that time, Yinjiang High School was also called a vocational technical school.

According to my father, the courses in Yinjiang High School at that time were all about various technical majors, including lathe control and circuit maintenance.

They are all practical subjects.

The most impractical thing inside is probably the music class.

The music class at that time was probably used to let the students relax. Listen to the teacher playing the piano, enjoy the beauty of the music, and just let the time flow slowly...

Of course, this is just Wan Qing's conjecture.

She didn't even know what the music class was about at that time.

The door of the music classroom was closed, but it was not locked. She opened the door lightly and saw the empty classroom.

There was nothing inside, not even a seat.

It was as if everything had been emptied.

Only an old piano remained beside the podium.

The piano was already covered in dust, and she walked over on tiptoe, only to find that it wasn't even a piano.

Actually, it's just an empty shell.

I don't know if the things inside are broken, or they are used for other purposes, and they are basically not removed.

Not even a button was left.

There was nothing to see in this classroom. She was raising her head and was about to leave when she saw a figure standing outside the classroom, which made her heart skip a beat.

"Huhe... Jinyu, why are you here?" Then she saw clearly who it was.

"Suddenly want to come to the music classroom to have a look."

"What's the matter, are you also passing by and curious?" Wan Qing patted the dusty piano stand, "This thing is just an empty shell, there's nothing good left."

"Huh?" She froze for a moment, then shook her head slightly with a smile, "I'm indeed here to get something."

"Oh? What?"

Zhao Jinyu, who never kept secrets, snickered today: "Secret."

"what?"

She walked in slowly, her gaze swept across the empty classroom, then she walked to the piano, opened the cover, looked down, fumbled, and took out a letter.

"What's this?"

"It's me in the first year of high school, a letter to the current me."

"Huh?" At that moment, Wan Qing even suspected that Zhao Jinyu could also receive calls from her past self.

"I wrote it at that time, and it's hidden here."

"What is it? Can I see it?"

"Okay." She took out the letter generously and unfolded it slowly.

The words written on it are very beautiful, and the content is not much, but it seems to be written very seriously.

"Uh... the change I asked for..." Wan Qing whispered the first few big characters, and then looked at each line marked with a serial number below.

The above are all Zhao Jinyu's requirements for himself.

There are eight in total.

"1. Don't be complacent.

"2. Don't make unfounded judgments on things you are not familiar with.

"3. Be curious and curious about everything around you.

"4. Think more about happy things than sad things.

"5. Don't discuss others casually behind their backs.

"6. Don't easily reject other people's kindness.

"7. Be sure to treat the people around you equally and kindly.

"☆8. Absolutely don't put on airs like a lady."

The eighth article also draws a big five-pointed star in front, which seems to indicate that this is the focus of the entire letter.

At the end of the letter, there is a question: "Now you, have you done all these?"

Wan Qing was a little surprised.

Only when one thing is wrong does it need to be corrected.

Zhao Jinyu, who seems so approachable now, would have made these mistakes in the past?

If this is the case, it seems that the mistakes of the past have been corrected by the current her...

Especially the last one.

Perhaps, she once subconsciously put on airs of 'Miss' and hurt her friend?

That was all in the past, no matter how much doubt Wan Qing had in her heart, she remained calm.

Wan Qing, whose psychological age is already that of a middle-aged uncle, is actually a person who can control that sense of proportion.

Because in life, you have to keep a certain distance from other people to avoid resentment.

But it is precisely because of this "hypocritical" self that I have done a lot, so I want to be a real self.

The time when she speaks freely and doesn't think about whether she has EQ in saying this is probably the time when she feels the happiest.

"Isn't it common?"

"very funny."

"Huh? Why?"

"I didn't expect you to do such a childish thing, Konyo."

"I've always been very naive." She pursed her lips and smiled softly with crooked eyebrows.

"..."

"I don't want to be an adult."

……

24. Wan Qing and the wild cat

Wan Qing hesitated for a long time, but in the end she didn't say anything or ask anything.

If Ye Chen was here, he would definitely ask.

She thought, she was probably already a boring adult.

"What is Qing'er doing here?"

"Oh, it's quiet in the classroom, come up and relax."

"Pfft..." Zhao Jinyu covered his small mouth, "If it's noisy, you want to come up to relax, right?"

"It's too quiet and depressing." Wan Qing said with a vicissitudes of life like an uncle, "I hate restraint very much, and I yearn for freedom the most."

Zhao Jinyu blinked his eyes flickeringly, as if he didn't quite understand her mood, but just smiled again: "What Qing'er says now, looks like a middle-aged man in his 40s or [-]s."

"what?"

"My dad's friends often say things like 'Life is bound by marriage, and I yearn for a free life' after drinking."

"Cough haha." Wan Qing laughed loudly, touched her pocket, and wanted to take out a cigarette to ease the embarrassment.

——This is purely a subconscious action.

The habits of so many years are not so easy to change.

"So you want to relax in the music classroom?" Zhao Jinyu asked again.

"I want to go up to the roof."

"Oh...together?"

"Are you going too? Do you want to relax too?"

"Well, blowing the air, can't you?"

"Up to you." Wan Qing put her hands in her pockets and lazily walked out of the classroom.

The door lock on the rooftop had long been broken. Although the copper lock was still intact, one side of the iron sheet used for the padlock had fallen off.

With a little effort, this old and heavy broken door can be pushed open.

On this door, all the iron fittings have rusted, and they look solid, but they are actually very fragile.