Chapter 2 Milk is like a hot summer that will never come again.

When Bo Xia was seventeen years old, he fell in love with someone.

Later she wrote in her diary that he was like a hot summer that would never come again, a summer that she could never get through.

When the second year of high school started, Nan'an City was still immersed in the afterglow of the scorching summer.

Bo Xia checked the homework and stationery in her schoolbag one by one, put away her newly bought water cup carefully, and put some change in her small pocket.

When she came out, her father asked if he wanted to send her to school. Bo Xia refused. Instinctively, she was very sensible and independent and didn't want to trouble others, even if that person was her biological father.

Bo Zhiyan didn't notice the adolescent girl's sensitive mind and just habitually reminded her, "Be careful on the road."

After leaving, Bo Xia boarded the bus, his gaze slowly following the clouds floating over the distant mountains through the window. Layer upon layer of clouds piled up in the blue sky, looking from afar like a world from a comic book.

The school was close, and Bo Xia arrived at the gate in a short while.

At this moment, many parents were sending their children to school, and various private cars were parked at the door. Bo Xia saw from afar that those parents were caringly helping their children carry their things.

Are you envious? Actually, I am a little bit.

But she is used to being independent, so if her parents really did that, she would not be able to adapt. It's like a stray cat that walks alone and when suddenly petted, its first reaction is to be frightened.

Nan'an No. 1 Middle School is a key school in the city. The first-year high school students need to be re-divided into classes according to their majors, so the first thing Bo Xialai did was to squeeze into the crowd and stand on tiptoe to look at the class list.

She looked up and saw her name and familiar classmates in Class 11. Someone patted her from behind and said, "Bo Xia, we are still in the same class."

It was Wen Xin, with whom she had a good relationship in her previous class.

"Um……"

Wen Xin was lively and active, her eyes sparkling as she spoke: "There haven't been many changes in the class. I thought I wouldn't see you again after the division into arts and sciences."

After saying that, the other party hugged Bo Xia enthusiastically. The physical contact made her a little uncomfortable, but Bo Xia just pursed her lips and said nothing.

The two girls walked towards the classroom arm in arm, their neat ponytails swaying slightly in the air, full of youthful vigor.

As soon as I walked into the new classroom, I heard wailing all around me——

"I thought I didn't have to hand in homework since I changed classes. Help me, I haven't done it yet."

"Stop talking. We have a baseline test tomorrow. Who on earth could come up with something so horrific?"

"I really can't go through this B-school anymore!!!"

"Is there anyone willing to team up with me to blow up the school? I'll be carrying the explosives later."

It can be heard that everyone's mental state is not very normal.

Bo Xia felt good. She always listened to her teachers. Homework? Just do it. Exams? It didn't seem like a big deal, not the end of the world.

Wen Xin lay on the table, poking at the books with a ballpoint pen, and said depressedly: "I carried a big bag of books back home. I originally planned to do a certain number of exercises and review a certain amount every day. I also wanted to learn the high school courses in advance. In the end, I went home every day to play with my phone and watch TV."

After that, she asked Bo Xia: "You must have studied hard."

Bo Xia nodded.

really……

Before he could finish his sigh of admiration for the fact that a top student was a top student, Bo Xia continued, "I studied for two whole days."

Wen Xin took two seconds to react and then burst out laughing.

Hey, do you have to be so cute and serious?

A new semester brings new atmosphere, but the head teacher is still the nagging old man Fu. He likes to talk about some big truths on weekdays, and he will bring up some ideological education topics during Chinese class from time to time.

He held a brief class meeting and arranged matters for tomorrow's baseline test.

Although it is not a formal exam, the school has arranged it very strictly. Students in the class must be separated and take exams in random rooms.

The homeroom teacher handed out slips of paper with student numbers printed on them, asking everyone to stick them on their desks. When it reached Bo Xia, she saw three unfamiliar words in black on a white background: Jin Yunyan.

It’s a nice name, and her student number is next to hers.

She is 16 and he is 17.

Bo Xia took out glue from her pencil case and carefully stuck the note on the upper right corner of the table, pressing the name with her fingertips and sticking it smooth bit by bit.

Wen Xin saw that the class was the same as theirs and asked curiously, "Who is Jin Yunyan? Is there such a person in our school?"

"I don't know, maybe he transferred from another class."

"It's a nice name."

Bo Xia also felt that, and she casually said, "This surname is quite rare."

"Your last name is rare too." Wen Xin, who must have read too many novels, winked at her and made up a story: "You two look a lot like the male and female protagonists in novels."

"..." Her heart felt like a drop of water falling, her eyelashes trembled, and her tone was a little embarrassed: "Don't talk nonsense."

The next day was the placement test. Bo Xia's examination room was in another laboratory building. She checked her pencil case and put the supplies she needed for the test into her schoolbag.

A female classmate who was taking the same exam room walked with her and chatted with her for a while about what happened during the summer vacation.

The other party was the niece of the homeroom teacher. Her parents were also teachers at the school. The chemistry teacher lived upstairs and the physics teacher lived downstairs. Bo Xia was a little envious of her. The girl couldn't help but whine, "I have to be watched while I do my homework every day. My holidays are harder than school, and you're still envious."

She smiled, not knowing how to respond.

"But luckily my grandfather missed me and took me to live in Yanjing for a while..."

The mention of Yanjing startled Bo Xia. Having grown up in Nan'an and not left the city in over a decade, she instinctively yearned for the outside world. Her memory of the city likely began during the 2008 Olympics, when she saw the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube on television.

At that time, the pride of being a Chinese was still lingering in my heart, but many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Bo Xia walked up the stairs and through the corridor to the teaching building on the other side. She was quiet and only responded faintly occasionally to whatever the girl said.

What can high school students talk about? Even the latest popular TV series can keep them talking for a long time.

Bo Xia listened with a smile, and then they separated in the classroom. Her assigned seat was far back, in a corner.

She is not a loner, but she likes this kind of place where she doesn't feel like she exists. The desk is against the white wall, and she can smell the faint damp smell of the wall dust.

Bo Xia raised the corners of her lips slightly, and took the brand new paper with the smell of ink from the front seat. She took out a gel pen and wrote a message on the side.

Class: Grade 11, Grade 12

Name: Bo Xia,

Student ID: 211016.

In early September, the afterglow of the long summer has not yet dissipated.

Bo Xia worked on the questions for a while, and soon sweat began to seep out of his forehead. He looked up and saw that most people around him were working on the questions seriously, and his ears were filled with the sound of pen tips rubbing against paper.

After two days of exams, everyone felt like they had gone through a disaster.

On the way to school, the rain had just stopped, and the air was still damp. Wen Xin hurried over, dragging her schoolbag, and bumped into her shoulder: "Bo Xia, how did you do on the exam?"

"It's okay. I forgot a lot of things during the summer vacation."

Wen Xin was speechless and couldn't help but complain to her, "My first exam wasn't about that poem, you know? 'Flying rapids and waterfalls compete for the noise of 豗', but I can't write the character 豗."

The girl added, "I wrote it blurry on purpose. I hope the teacher won't notice."

“…”

Seeing Wen Xin's self-deceiving expression, Bo Xia couldn't help but smile, and her words sounded very gentle: "I hope the teacher's eyesight is not good."

The two of them checked the math answers for a while. After hearing Wen Xin say that the answer to the second fill-in-the-blank question was 4, she was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Bo Xia was embarrassed by his own stupidity and said, "I spent a long time calculating that problem, and the final result was 2/8, so I just wrote it down."

She probably didn't react at the time, and only realized something was wrong now. Two-eighths is 4, right?

Wen Xin laughed heartily, and when she had finished laughing, she comforted her: "It's okay, the teacher will probably give you points even if you don't simplify it."

We arrived at the classroom while chatting and laughing.

Bo Xia's seat was next to the window, and she found that the people who took the exam here yesterday did not close the window before leaving, and there was rain water on her desk and chair.

She couldn't sit down, so she stood at the table and rummaged through her schoolbag for tissues.

Wen Xin handed her a tissue and said, "Why didn't they close the window for you during the exam? Isn't it just a matter of convenience?"

Bo Xia felt the same way, but after thinking about it, it wasn't a big deal: "Maybe he forgot."

After all, the temperature has been high these days, and there is little rain in southern eucalyptus in autumn, so no one expected it to rain in the middle of the night.

A tall figure was standing not far away, and he heard every word of the conversation between the two.

She had just finished wiping it when a voice came from above her head.

"Feel sorry."

Bo Xia raised her eyes and inexplicably felt a hint of coolness. She smelled a faint fragrance, and fell into a pair of eyes that were passionate yet contradictory and a little cold: "I forgot to close the window when I left yesterday."

The boy placed a carton of milk on her desk with his slender fingers. His voice was low and casual, more mature than his peers. "This is an apology."

The originally noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even Wen Xin remained in her original position without moving.

The man was tall and slender, with a certain air of nobility about him, standing out from the crowd of boys his age. He possessed a gentle demeanor, yet for some reason he seemed unapproachable.

Even after he left, Bo Xia still hadn't recovered. The depression in her mind just now disappeared completely.

The tip of her nose seemed to still be lingering with the clean scent of a boy, and her heart was beating fast.

When Bo Xia thought of his gentle voice again, her ears felt hot.

How can someone speak so nicely...

Wen Xin, who was standing by, couldn't take her eyes off him because of her instinctive yearning for beautiful things. She came over and whispered, "No, where did this handsome guy come from? Is there anyone like him in our school?"

If there is, it is impossible that I have not heard of it before.

It took her a few seconds to realize that this was their new classmate and she said excitedly, "He must be a transfer student, otherwise he would be so handsome and I wouldn't have known him before."

Wen Xin lowered her voice, afraid of being seen by the person involved. As she spoke, she looked back. The boy had fair skin and delicate features, like a work of art.

Bo Xia lowered her eyelashes and remained quiet, as if she wasn't listening much.

The girl put her schoolbag into the desk drawer and slowly sat down. The note on the upper right corner of the desk was still there, with black words on it:

Class 11, Grade 2, Jin Yunyan.