With a plan in mind, I struck while the iron was hot in the midsummer and started writing the book.

Two to three hours is all it takes to write one article. In the early stages, a lot of searching and reading is required. So in the middle of summer, I could not continue doing the papers when I got home at night. I just immersed myself in poetry and songs. Sometimes I went to bed at one o'clock, sometimes at two o'clock. My dreams were full of ancient poets and lyricists.

This leaves only the noon time which is complete and focused.

In midsummer, I hurriedly ate lunch every day and did not go back to the dormitory. Instead, I went back to the classroom to do papers. Before the afternoon class, I would lie on the table and sleep for fifteen minutes. If I could not finish the papers, I would continue to do them after dinner in the evening.

This week it was her turn to sit in the solitary row, undisturbed, sober and independent.

She only sleeps four or five hours a day. She switched from jasmine tea to white tea, and then to green tea. It doesn't matter what it is in the middle of summer, as long as it can keep her awake.

Except for feeling a little tired physically, she felt as energetic as if she had been given an injection of chicken blood, and was not sleepy at all mentally.

With one day off for New Year's Day and an evening study session, Shengxia wrote three appreciation essays in a row and also completed a comprehensive science paper.

What is New Year's Eve? She doesn't know.

She crossed the throne together with Li Qingzhao.

Poems are sad about spring and autumn, but in reality, they are full of fighting spirit. The slowed-down rhythm of reciting poems and composing poems late at night is made up for in the formulas and equations of the day. In the midsummer, I feel that before becoming a "jack of all trades" who is good at both arts and sciences, I will first become a "split person" who is good at neither arts nor sciences.

During the break, she brushed the space for a while. She didn’t like brushing before, but she didn’t know what happened to her recently.

The circle of friends on New Year's Eve was indeed very lively, especially the old classmates from No. 2 Middle School. Some set off fireworks on the riverside, some had parties at barbecue stalls, and some even had a feast.

Then in midsummer I saw the post by Hou Junqi.

The text means nothing: Happy New Year.

The accompanying picture was a rather artistic photo, with a hand in the middle holding a glass of... um, yellow-colored drink. He must have been sitting when the photo was taken, and the background was a pool table. Although it was blurred, Shengxia could still make out the figure with the sleeves of his sweatshirt rolled up and leaning over to play. It was Zhang Shu.

Recently, I have been immersed in his notes, constantly marveling at how a top student is made. Shengxia almost forgot that her deskmate is not a good boy at all, but a bad top student who "holds multiple positions".

It’s already this time, and you’re still so playful.

society.

In the heat of midsummer, I posted a message, then turned off my phone and concentrated on writing.

Hou Junqi's house, basement.

"Bang" the shot went into the hole.

Zhang Shu finished up and put the pole aside, "Change people."

Han Xiaopi ran over to grab the ball, kicked off, and started a black eight game with Liu Huian.

Zhang Shu leaned back on the sofa, took out his cell phone and turned the screen horizontally to start the game, looking already uninterested.

Wu Pengcheng saw this and said, "Double row, Ah Shu!"

"Well, come on." Zhang Shu said with no interest in his tone.

"Hey? Someone posted something," Hou Junqi was browsing his phone and suddenly read with great interest: "Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang, carrying books and swords on the boundless road, next year on this day I will go to the blue sky, but I will laugh at the busy children in the world... What does it mean?"

As soon as the game was matched, Wu Pengcheng came over and asked, "What are you mumbling?"

"Just one comment." Hou Junqi said mysteriously.

Zhang Shu frowned.

Among the people Hou Junqi knows, the only one who would send something like this is probably...

He switched out of the game and opened QQ. Wu Pengcheng entered the game by himself, only to find that Zhang Shu hadn't entered at all. He began to howl: "Ah Shu, hurry up and make sure! What are you doing!"

Zhang Shu ignored him and clicked into the space.

He doesn’t have many friends, so under Shengxia’s post, there was a photo of Hou Junqi that looked quite “extravagant”.

Shit, they even included him in the picture.

Zhang Shu raised his eyebrows. When she posted this, she was praising herself for studying hard, but was she also mocking him for his idleness?

He suddenly laughed - how can intellectuals be so lovable, and how can they be so civilized even when mocking others?

Wu Pengcheng saw Zhang Shu's smile and rubbed his arms. "What are you doing? You look so lustful."

Hou Junqi said meaningfully: "Hey, isn't it more interesting to figure out what a beautiful woman is thinking than to figure out the game?"

Wu Pengcheng thought about it and of course understood it. Who else has such a great influence? Of course it is Shengxia. Now he did not enter the game and stopped playing. He asked humbly: "So what does this sentence mean?"

"I don't know." Hou Junqi shook his head.

Then they saw Zhang Shu’s comment under Shengxia’s post:

[You want to learn secretly, and then blind whose eyes? ]

Huh? Is that what you mean?

Why do you think this comment is sticky?

"Shu, what's going on between you two?" Wu Pengcheng asked.

After all, that day, Shengxia’s father’s dazzling resume and the scene of her father and Lu Youze chatting and laughing are still vivid in her mind.

Zhang Shu's voice remained calm: "It's okay, study hard and make progress every day."

Hou Junqi rolled his eyes and said, "Stop pretending. The recent depression is almost suffocating him."

"You really study hard and make progress every day," Hou Junqi said sarcastically, "How many nights did you stay up to prepare for the papers in our freshman and sophomore years of high school for Shengxia? You typed them out word by word based on the previous papers! Don't you know that for the math and physics graphs, you have to go to an advertising shop outside to draw them with a digital tablet? In the end, you did it yourself and wrote a set of analysis, which looks like the expert analysis at the end of the fifth grade. Damn, I'm convinced. If I were a girl, I would devote myself to you immediately!"

At the pool table, Liu Huian and Han Xiao also exclaimed in amazement, "That's awesome!"

Hou Junqi continued: "It's so funny. He even sold one copy to Chen Mengyao for 100 yuan, and used the 100 yuan to buy a little elk for Shengxia. What a talent."

"You've been taking so many detours. Who said that life is too short to be a romantic? Why would you rather go on a pilgrimage to seek the scriptures? I don't think your journey is any easier than going on a pilgrimage to seek the scriptures, A'Shu?"

Wu Pengcheng got to the point directly: "Don't get stuck in it. You still have a long life ahead of you. There's no need to hang yourself so early. Let go now and don't torture yourself. Her father and mother's background, her family, are not in the same class..."

Everyone knew, but no one dared to mention it. After knowing Sheng Mingfeng's identity that day, Liu Hui'an asked about his wife. It was amazing. What ordinary people knew was that the earliest shopping mall in Nanli was owned by the Zou family. Those who knew more clearly knew that the Zou family was a century-old Confucian merchant family. They did business and culture. It didn't matter that they were rich, but they were also noble.

In short, it sounds very far away.

At this age, why rush? It's just youthful impulse. You will go your separate ways soon after the college entrance examination. There is no future in this relationship, so just let it go. When you look back in the future, you may curse yourself as an idiot.

Wu Pengcheng stopped talking and the brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhang Shu just listened without saying a word or showing any expression, just scrolling through his phone.

Wu Pengcheng went over to take a look and saw, wow, there were photos of the school sports meet on the screen.

It was clearly a group photo, but it was intercepted by someone, leaving only him and Shengxia, with the space between the two of them wide enough for another person to stand.

I have to say, they are really a perfect match.

Well, all these words were said in vain, this brother doesn't look like he's going to let go.

There were only a few balls left on the table, and they were all hard to crack. Liu Huian walked around the table for a long time, but couldn't figure out how to play the game.

Zhang Shu suddenly threw his phone aside, leaned back on the sofa and cursed: "Fuck!"

An angry cry.

Several people looked at him, only to see him staring at the ceiling, muttering to himself: "I still want it very much."

A tone of resignation.

Get. What and who?

Self-explanatory.

Zhang Shu suddenly stood up, walked to the table and snatched the cue from Liu Huian's hand. He stared at the red ball on the table that he couldn't hit no matter what. He raised the cue and kicked it. The white ball bounced up, jumped over the black eight that was in the way, and knocked the red ball into the pocket.

A precise jump ball.

"nice shot!"

"pretty!"

Zhang Shu's eyes dimmed a little, as if he sighed, or just breathed a sigh of relief. He spoke in a calm tone, as if only he could hear it: "Classes are meant to be crossed."

He knew everything, but as long as those eyes were looking at him, he only wanted to be good to her.

He hasn't even started yet, what's the point of talking about letting go?

In this case, let’s give it a try.

Not long after New Year's Day, the plaster can be removed in midsummer.

Xin Xiaohe was even more excited than her and clamored to doodle on the plaster.

"How can we miss such a ceremonial event?"

Shengxia good-temperedly crossed her legs and let her paint.

"What should I write..." Xin Xiaohe thought, and started writing. The black marker left her crazy handwriting on it: [Dongzhou University, here I come! ]

midsummer:……

Now everyone around was interested.

"In the summer, I want to write too!"

“I want one too!”

“Me, me, me!”

So, a group of people gathered around Shengxia, waiting in line to doodle. Shengxia felt embarrassed, after all, she was holding her legs...

But the students didn't mind and continued discussing it.

"Isn't this more creative than writing it on the school uniform?"

“It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity!”

midsummer:……

But she was very happy, watching everyone write down their college entrance examination wishes one by one. She thought to herself that she would go back and remove the plaster to see if she could do something with it and preserve it permanently.

Thanks to the abundance of oil brushes in midsummer, in all kinds of colors, after a while, there was no space left on the upper half of the plaster.

Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi arrived late, and when they saw so many people, they thought something had happened.

Pushing through the crowd, I saw a girl squatting and spreading her legs to write on the side.

Hou Junqi said: "Interesting, Shu, why don't you write one too?"

Zhang Shu looked at the densely packed university names, not wanting to dampen the interest of his classmates, but glanced at Shengxia, who was obviously very tired but still enjoying the class, and said calmly, "Hurry up, class is about to start."

"Brother Shu doesn't need to write. He can take any test he wants." someone said.

"So, Ah Shu, do you prefer to go to Heqing University or Haiyan University?"

Everyone looked at Zhang Shu curiously.

Shengxia didn't look at him, she just listened with her ears perked up.

Zhang Shu did not answer. He stared at the dark head surrounded in the middle and asked, "Why don't you write one yourself?"

Shengxia didn't realize that the question was about her until a big hand rubbed her head and her hair flew everywhere.

"Oh yeah yeah!"

"That's enough!"

"Fuck, I won't ask anymore, I'm the one who's being shameless..."

"Go away, everyone!"

I looked up in midsummer and met a pair of gentle eyes.

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, Shengxia was stunned - what was he doing again!

She put her legs down and muttered, "I can't reach it."

"Then what do you want to write? I'll write it for you." Zhang Shu picked up the pen and squatted down.

She suddenly put her legs under the table and said, "I don't want to write anything."

"Really? Then I'll write." He said, pulling her legs out a little and writing in the blank space behind her knees.

She was sitting and he was squatting, with his head buried in her side. This posture... was so weird.

After he finished writing, he stared at it for two seconds with a smile on his face, looking very satisfied. Then, without saying much, he threw the pen on her desk and went back to his seat.

In the midsummer, I looked down and saw a sentence: [I walk my own life freely]

On a sunny weekend, Shengxia removed the plaster. As soon as the electric saw in the doctor's hand sounded, Shengxia threw herself into Wang Lianhua's arms, causing Wang Lianhua to laugh.

The plaster separated, revealing pale skin with a hint of bluish purple. Shengxia was still shocked because it didn't feel like the skin of a living person.

The doctor prescribed a pain-relieving ointment and gave me a bunch of precautions, and Shengxia was able to leave.

Because Shengxia had exercised for a while beforehand, she felt no pain when she got up. She just felt light and fluttery, and she didn't dare to shift her center of gravity toward her injured leg.

After returning home, Wang Lianhua looked at the plaster she brought back and said, "This is really good. I will seal it up and take it out at a class reunion. It will be very meaningful!"

Shengxia feels that it couldn't be better.

"Follow your dreams and live up to your youth. Hmm, that's right... I live my own life and walk alone freely..." Wang Lianhua read, "Who wrote this? How can it be so profound at such a young age?"

midsummer:……

"Luckily I recognize your peach blossom face. From now on, there will be more warm spring on the roads..." Wang Lianhua paused, obviously recognizing the handwriting, "Did you write this?"

Shengxia felt a panic in her heart.

She wrote it last night while twisting her legs. Although her handwriting is not as beautiful as usual, it is still very recognizable.

So I could only nod and say, "Yes, it's written for my classmates."

Wang Lianhua's gaze lingered for a moment, but in the end she said nothing.

Shengxia breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps because there were too many and too messy words on it, my mother didn't notice that this sentence actually does contain a title.

Midsummer was indeed written to classmates by quoting poems, but it was not written to them.

There is a name in the upper right corner of this sentence.

[Song Jiang:

Fortunately, I have recognized your peach blossom face, and from now on, there will be more warm spring in the fields. 】

No matter whether they would be in the same city or have their paths crossed in the future, she was very happy that she met such a dazzling person at the end of her youth.

Nice to meet you, Song Jiang.