Chapter 73 is not as good as we have come from scratch (1)

September 1, 2015.

"Know, do you want to get a box of milk?"

"No more, I can't drink it." Xia Zhixu was a shoe -lace, grabbing a schoolbag and hanging on his shoulders, "Parent, I am gone."

Mother Xia put the milk down and trot until Xia Zhixu followed. The son was only fifteen years old. The school emblem that she fell on the table on the table was on his left chest. "You look at you, almost forgot this, and the first day of school will throw it like this."

Dad Xia put down the newspaper, "Do you want me to send you?"

Xia Zhiyi hugged Xia's mother with a smile, and shouted with his father with his neck rush to the restaurant, "No, I take a bus. Go!"

The weather in September is difficult to describe. It has just faded the heat, but it has not fully entered the bright autumn day, mixed between two seasons, just like his age.

There is no border, ambiguous.

From home, a road is a bus station. The summer school uniforms of Jingjian Middle School are very plain, with white short -sleeved shirts with black trousers. This makes Xia know very satisfied. He originally thought it would be a colorful Polo shirt and shorts. , But it is also in line with the style of this school.

I walked lazily to the bus station, and there were several office workers standing next to the stop sign, which looked very anxious. Xia Zhixu sat on the bench, looking at the direction of the distance from the distance, waiting for his bus No. 729.

The people at the bus stop gradually became more. There were several girls in school uniforms in other school uniforms. The dark blue school uniform skirt was long and covered her knees. There are also some smaller elementary school students, holding the breakfast that has not been eaten in their hands, talking milk.

Xia Zhiye stretched his legs with two long legs and glanced boringly at the watch on his wrist.

7:39.

It's early, it should not be late.

Raise your head again.

A new figure appeared in the sight, like himself, wearing a school uniform of Jingjian Middle School.

His back looks so thin, just like the small saplings in his grandma's home last year, standing straight, always feeling uncomfortable, as if the wind will fall down.

Strange. This person obviously stood here, standing in this noisy and humane bus stop, but in virtual, it seemed to have a thin diaphragm to separate him from everything from the outside world, alienated and quiet.

Just like going to the amusement park when was a kid, the roadside performers blew a huge bubble, which could cover the person in the whole place, and the color of the color shot in the sun.

Xia Zhixu crooked his head, and was curious about the students of the school, and wanted to see the person's face.

To go to school at this time, it should be a freshman.

"729 is here."

When heard someone talking, Xia knew that he reacted, and quickly stood up from the bench. The buses who had just stopped had been crowded in front of the bus. He had to wait in the back and finally got on the car.

student card.

Xia Zhiye took the card into the side of the school bag and was squeezed into the middle of the compartment by the crowd. The entire bus is like a huge canned sardine. He turned around and looked around, and saw the same white shirt as himself from the dense crowd.

That color bubble was still there, wrapped this person inside.

In the shaking crowd, Xia Zhixu was able to see his side face, and found that there seemed to be injuries on his body, and the arm on his left was hanging plaster.

—— Nanjing Road is here, please bring your own portable items ...

The crowd was loosened a little. Xia Zhi knew that many passengers came out of the carriage, and he also squeezed back.

He got his wish and squeezed next to the boy.

Xia Zhixu reached out and grabbed the pull tab above his head. The car started. He didn't stabilize and accidentally bumped into the boy beside him. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The student of the same school who was hit didn't even lift his head, the only movable hand grabbed the pillar next to him, and shook his head facing the side window.

Xia Zhixu lowered his head slightly and looked at the people beside him with his chin sideways. He kept his head down slightly, almost expressionless, with tape on his mouth, left cheekbone, and neck, as well as on his forehead.

Was it beaten? How can there be so many injuries.

However, he is very good-looking, handsome and handsome, and he is only a little shorter than himself. His skin is very white, and the drooping eyelids can almost see pale blue blood vessels, and the two lashes are lit by the sunlight, casting long shadows, glittering on the skin under his eyes.

His eyes moved down the bridge of his tall and straight nose and landed on his lips, which were very light in color, and an inconspicuous angled lip bead could be seen on the side.

It seems impolite to stare at people's mouths when they meet for the first time.

Aware of this problem, Xia Zhixu tilted his head and his eyes flickered.

It's just curiosity. He comforted himself in this way.

The car swayed constantly, and the city's public transportation was famous for its speed, and the driver almost used the bus as a go-kart to drive.

Suddenly stopped, the boy beside him bumped into Xia Zhixu.

He was nothing, just worried about the man's arm. Xia Zhixu gave him a hand, "Is it alright?"

The lips that he stared at just now opened slightly, "...Sorry."

The sound is also nice.

Like the sound of spring water surging.

This strange metaphor made him want to complain, after all, he is really not that interested in literature, and always writes something boring or curious.

Still a little worried, I couldn't help but take a few more glances. His hair color was completely different from his own. It was a lighter dark brown, and it looked brighter in the sun. It looked soft and easy to knead.

But his face was really not very good, he was a little pale, and the hand grasping the pillar was clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Xia Zhixu looked at him like this, and the other party suddenly turned his head, as if he had noticed his relentless chasing eyes.

He quickly raised his head and looked at the road map above his head as if nothing had happened.

One more stop.

She has had admirers since elementary school. In junior high school, Xia Zhixu was surrounded by girls from outside the window for three years. For the first time in her life, she experienced the feeling of peeking at others.

He turned around and squeezed hard to the door. Whatever it was, it was time for him to get out of the car.

As the station announcement sounded, the car door was opened, and Xia Zhixu got out of the car with a bag on his back. don't know why, but footsteps slowed down unconsciously, as if was waiting for someone, and had the urge to turn back.

But he didn't look back.

Let's go, go to the classroom early, and meet new students.

Just after completing the psychological construction and taking the first brisk step, the fabric of the clothes on the back was grabbed by someone.

Xia Zhixu turned back subconsciously, but saw no one. Looking down again, he saw someone crouching behind him, the boy who was in the car just now.

The one who was covered in colored bubbles.

He even had an illusion, and he heard a vague sound, breaking.

"What's wrong with you?" He was a little nervous, and quickly squatted down to help the other person's unswagal shoulder. "Is it uncomfortable?"

The boy's face was pale, his lips were pale, his head was full of fine sweat, and his head could not be lifted.

I do n’t know why, Xia knows that you are anxious, "Are you talking?"

"Is there ... Is there any sugar?" He grabbed Xia Zhi's arm and seemed to want to find a support point.

"Sugar? I don't have sugar, can milk be okay ..." Xia Zhi was a little puzzled. He subconsciously reached out to touch the side of his schoolbag. Then he remembered that he didn't bring milk today, and couldn't help but be annoyed.

The boy frowned tightly and shook his head weakly.

Xia Zhixu looked around and found the small sales department in front of the school gate. "You wait, I go there to buy there, soon." He stood up quickly, and looked back while running. there.

I ran to the seller's sector without anger, "One, a pack of sugar!"

"What sugar?" The boss sitting lazily and eating noodles did not lift it.

"Casually," Xia Zhiye was panting, and suddenly he remembered something, "Don't bubble sugar."

As soon as the boss chopped, he stretched out one hand and pushed the spherical body with a lollipop pushing the glass cabinet. "Well, pick it yourself."

Xia Zhixu didn't look at it. He took one casually and was leaving. The other party shouted, "Hey, you didn't give money!"

Too anxious, I almost forgot to give money. Xia Zhiyi quickly folded back and touched it for a long time. There was only one full hundred on his body, so he handed it to him, "Please find it, thank you."

"What is urgent?" The boss looked up at the old clock on the aiming wall. "This is not too early. You can come to a freshman in high school. Don't worry. Self -study. "

Xia Zhicheng watched him carefully holding the 100 yuan in the sun, twisted his index finger and thumb, and then opened the drawer slowly, one by one, one by one, and one after another, one by one After.

It felt like a century.

"Oh, order a little, see if ..."

"Thank you." Xia Zhixu quickly took the old banknote and ran away.

The boss looked at his back and shook his head, "What's the matter with the current children, weird ..."

Xia Zhixu ran back to the bus station just now, but found that the boys who were squatting here were gone. His heart suddenly sank, and he shot several times in place to come and go many people in the same school uniform. They were walking to the school gate, none of them were him.

He pinched the lollipop tightly, with a layer of sweat from his palms and back.

Sticky and focused.

A huge sense of loss flooded him, isn't it because he did not do a good person and make him feel unwilling. Anyway, he felt uncomfortable. He looked down at the sugar on his hand, dismissed the packaging by himself, stuffed it into his mouth into his mouth. Essence

It's sour.

What taste ...

Glanced at the packaging paper with bright lemon printed on it.

Kneading the paper into a ball, threw it to the trash can in front of the school gate, looked up at the school gate that could be called a big hand, and followed the crowd.

This school is one of the best high schools in the local area. The well -known environment is beautiful and rigorous. In this city that attaches importance to basic education, many parents squeezed their heads and wanted to send their children over to study.

Xia Zhixu went down from the marble steps at the school gate and saw the newly repaired playground, as well as a tall new teaching building in the shadow.

"Xia Zhi!"

Hearing someone named himself, he turned back and was his junior high school classmate Chen Fang. Seeing that he was so short that he couldn't be short, Xia Zhiye couldn't help laughing, "Your hairstyle seems to have just come out of the bureau."

Chen Fang pushed him hard, "Your kid is too much, I haven't said you yet, isn't it that you want to get a haircut, you are too long." Cut so much. "

Xia knows to shoot his hand, "You come less, and the disciplinary committee who checked at the school gate did not say that I had a problem with my hair."

"Oh, anyway, you rely on this face, and there are a lot of girls who shave their heads." Chen Fang sighed, "God bless, but do not divide us in one class."

Xia Zhixu took a lollipop and glanced at him, "Why?"

Chen Fang turned his eyes, "Do you want to ask? Three years of junior high school, which girl I like, no one I like to confess to you? I am really a miserable batch. This is the case. Too count by my mother. "

He knocked the orchid fingers to imitate his mother's appearance, poke Xia Zhi's shoulder, "You say you, play with others so well, why not learn more with others? How much scores? The Olympiad is also a gold medal, and the basketball played well. If it looks like, it is good to sell it, you look at you, alas, what to do. "

Sell ​​good ...

This description is simply. Xia Zhixu smiled at his teeth, and his mouth contained lollipop. He didn't speak well, "Because you don't want to have a class with me."

Chen Fang hit his shoulder, "How are you kidding, how are possible, let's have many iron."

Crane chicken group.

These four words are almost everyone who knows Xia Zhi's evaluation of him.

But such a person has the most open and sunny personality, which makes people even jealous, and they are attracted by his charm and become his friend.

When walked down the exhibition card downstairs in the first year of high school, Chen Fang left and right to the front. Xia Zhi was not willing to squeeze, so he stood behind and watched. The exhibition sign is printed on the list of new students, classes, and specific classes.

Xiazhi knows that he can barely see at the end. His eyes swept across the show card. He saw his name under the high school (13) class, ranking first, very conspicuous.

"Know! We are really in a class!"

Chen Fang squeezed out, "Go away, we are on the fourth floor."

It was really coincidental, Xia Zhixu smiled very happily, and was dragged upstairs by this silly old friend.

The classroom is not much different from him. Compared with the classroom in the junior high school, it is a bit bigger. Chen Fang's idol baggage was not small. Before entering, he cared about his shirt. Xia Zhiye followed him to see him can't help laughing.

There are already many people in the classroom, and there are a few clusters around, probably the old classmates they know in junior high school.

"Hey, look, come here to look good."

"Well, it's really handsome."

Xia Zhiye was accustomed to this gaze, and the smile on his face converged a little, turning into a polite smile, and found Chen Fang and found a seat to sit down.

There are more and more people. Xia knows and chats with Chen Fang. When someone says that the teacher comes in, she looks up and looks at the podium.

Come in was a thin Gaunting man, wearing a pair of glasses, looking only in his thirties, his expression was soft.

It feels like teaching Chinese. Xia knows so much that she thinks about the lollipop, which turns into less than half of her mouth, and squeeze her thin sticks on her hand.

"Hello everyone, I am your class teacher, my name is Zhang Zhengxin." He picked up a chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard. There was a student whispering underneath, saying that his name was a bit strange.

Teacher Zhang answered with a smile, "Although my name is weird, but there is a source." He turned around and wrote a sentence on the blackboard.

Those who want to cultivate their body first.

"This is a sentence in the Book of Rites." Zhang Zhengxin turned, "It is also my expectations for everyone. Everyone came to Jingjian Middle School. Of course, the first purpose was to learn. What's more important is to learn to be an upright person. "He lowered his head and opened the roster." Okay, let's not say much, let's lift the position first. "He raised his head, squinting his eyes," We ... … Press it first. "

So the students in the classroom went out one by one. Under Zhang Zhengxin's arrangement, boys and girls separated, and stood in two rows in the order of height.

"Starting from you, go in two or two."

The boy girls looked at each other with a little embarrassment, but went in.

This teacher is really strange. Boys and girls are arranged together. Aren't they afraid of early love? Xia Zhixu looked at the girl who was in line with himself, and the other side looked at him. The shyness on his face could not hide. He had to smile at her, and then turned to look at the scenery outside the corridor.

The sour candy fragments were still in his mouth, making his cheeks uncomfortable.

There are fewer and fewer people in front. Xia knows so much. When the boys standing in front of him are walking, he takes a step forward and stands beside Zhang Zhengxin.

"Okay, the next ..."

Zhang Zhengxin's hand was placed on Xia Zhi's shoulder.

"teacher……"

A familiar voice appeared, and Xia Zhi's nerves were tightened at once, and he didn't even know why. He sideways and saw Zhang Zhengxin's back.

It's really him.

The original lazy heart suddenly jumped violently, as if poked by something, even he felt strange.

"Sorry ... I just have something to do, it's late."

His voice was very low, light, and full of sorry.

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Zhengxin turned around, looking at the injury on his body, and smiled very gentle. "Then you just look back at Xia Zhi," You can go in front of him first. "

Xia Zhi's sight has always followed the boy into the classroom.

"It's you, you go in with this classmate."

"Oh." Xia knows that he has returned to God, and did not find the emotional expression of the girl around him.

They are sitting one by one according to the S -type. The boy just sat in the fifth row's most.

Therefore, Xia Zhi's naturally, sitting in the most in the sixth row, was just good, in his back seat.

I don't know why, Xia Zhi's mood was inexplicable, and even the lemon sugar in his mouth became sweet.

This is the fate of adults.

Want to be friends with him.

"Okay, everyone is sitting on the seat now." Zhang Zhengxin pushed the eyes on the bridge of the nose. "Today, let's get to know each other, and everyone will come up with the order just now. Introduce myself, I want to say anything, the most important thing is to remember you. "

Suddenly felt that his arm was poked, Xia Zhixu turned his face and saw the girl around him gave him a piece of gum.

Xia Zhiyong smiled, then opened her mouth, and pointed at the sugar block inside.

Gong rejected.

He regrets it. If you have no energy to eat this lollipop, can you use it now to give this person who is sitting in front of him as a tool to say hello.

This person was completely surprised when he saw himself.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmm ... Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Xiaoxiao, my junior high school is ..."

"My name is Yang Zifeng, my hobby is to play ..."

"My name is Li Ming ..."

The classmates in the same class went up one by one, and came down one by one. Xia Zhixu's palm supported the side face. It seemed to be watching it seriously, but his mind was not on it.

Until the one in the previous seat stood up slowly, the seat was a little tight, and Xia Zhi had a panic to drag his table back and let him go out more smoothly.

The sight was not controlled by his own control, so he claimed on the person's body, and moved to the podium step by step with his back.

He turned around, stood on the podium, couldn't move his left hand on his chest, and his chin was slightly closed. His pupil color is very light, as if people with white skin are usually light pupils. He always feels that his sight is not focused and looks indifferent.

"Okay, let's introduce yourself." Zhang Zhengxin smiled and encouraged him.

He opened his mouth slightly, and the gauze at the corner of his mouth was pulled.

"My name is Xu Qichen."

Xu Qichen? Like many classmates in the classroom, Xia Zhiyi is also puzzled.

Zhang Zhengxin heard everyone's whispered argument, so he asked gently on his head, "Your name is very special, which words are you? Write it on the blackboard."

Xu Qichen's eyes hesitated, and finally stretched out the right hand that could move, picked up a chalk, turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard.

The words are beautifully written. Xia Zhixu sighed sincerely.

Zhang Zhengxin nodded, "Good name, who gave you? Is there any meaning?"

Xu Qichen's hand just lifted his hand again, and slowly wrote a line next to the name.

[Looking at Bi Huaiyi to present Qichen. ]

A group of students under the podium began to discuss again. After all, this source is more obscure than his own name.

"You tell you what this means."

Xu Qichen turned around, and his voice was very light.

Zhang Zhengxin nodded and laughed, "These two words are very suitable for your surname, very good, the classmates also learned a poem by the way."

Xu Qichen lowered his eyes low, put the chalk on the table, and stepped down the podium.

Xia Zhi's eyes still fell on him, watching the light on his body suddenly and dark, and finally walked in front of him.

The sight moved to the blackboard, watching the verses he just wrote, and silently thinking about these three words.

May. That. Chen.

You are the treasure that God promises to me.

Is this the meaning of his name?

"The next classmate, that ..." Zhang Zhengxin smiled and supported the table with his hand, "That dazed little handsome guy."

After pushing Xia to know the same table, he returned to God and stood up, "Is it so soon?"

The classmates laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

Xia Zhixu walked up with a smile, picked up the chalk and wrote his own name, and went down the clouds, and ranked together with Xu Qichen's three words just now.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xia Zhi. Although my name is not as elegant as Xu Xu, it is actually a source."

Zhang Zhengxin is happy, "The parents of this classmate are very talented, and the names they have taken are good and talk. Come on, you will tell you."

Xia Zhi's Huya came out and smiled very brightly. "My birthday is May 21, which is exactly the early summer. My mother likes Li Qingzhao very much, and she has a word to write like this."

[Dan Liu Yanong, played Mei Di resentment, Chunyi knows a few times. ]

He wrote this line next to his name, turned his head and laughed, "This sentence 'Chunyi knows a few times', saying it is the early spring season, the climate has not warmed, and the spring meaning is not obvious. I am in the early summer. Another surname is Xia, so my mother named me about Xia. "

His gaze was slightly across the other people in the classroom, and the brown pupils by the window were only a moment, but the heartbeat was so missing.

It's like playing the wrong piano, since then, it's not right.