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The teacher also asked everyone to write a small tip and wait until the gold list is named to read it.

Of course, this kind of thing didn't just happen in the liberal arts class. They bumped into each other outside the teaching building that afternoon during dusk.

A classmate walked with Song Yanqing and raised his hand to wave to Cheng Xuran. When he talked about applying for the exam, he touched Song Yanqing's shoulder: "Which one do you want to take, Master?"

Song Yanqing's mind was not on this: "What?"

The classmate was speechless and repeated it.

Under the boy's feet were the shadows of dusk, which were warm and mottled. The memory was a little blurry, and he said without raising his head: "Jiang Hang."

The voice was clear and casual, yet powerful.

It hit Cheng Xuran's heart and raised a thousand waves.

The classmate yelled: "Which Jiang Hang? The one from Jiang Ning? The one with the insanely high admission score??? Then you are crazy!"

"If you, Brother Song, don't run away, your family will drive you crazy." Song Yanqing half-joked, "Do you understand?"

"What a coincidence, I also want to take the Jianghang test." Cheng Xuran said casually, with his hands behind his back, his shadow stretched on the steps in front of the teaching building, he paused briefly at dusk and looked up at them.

Song Yanqing briefly looked at her.

"I know."

What does he know?
  Before Cheng Xuran had time to think about this sentence, he heard the angry voices of his classmates: "You are isolating me, aren't you! I will apply for the National University of Political Science and Law another day and kill you!"

They were still talking, saying goodbye to Cheng Xuran and walking to the science class. No one knew how big a storm was set off in Cheng Xuran's heart in just a few minutes.

The heartbeat of a good student.

if it is possible.

I want to go to the same excellent university as you.

The story ends here, maybe it will be much better, just stop here, let people imagine, maybe they will be admitted to the same university, maybe they will enjoy how thick the snow is in the north, but it is a pity that the ray only has one endpoint, and some roads will only go on forever. Moving forward, and often running counter to our initial expectations.

It was normal for her to stay up late at night during her senior year of high school, so much so that it was almost the end of the last semester when Cheng Xuran discovered that her mother was seriously ill.

Breast cancer, malignant.

…    …

winter night.

Seven years ago and seven years later.

But it’s just a few more years of college entrance exams.

It makes no difference.

At least in Song Yanqing's opinion.

Song Yanqing read all the messages she sent, what he should know and what he didn't know.

Her apology.

There are indeed some——

accident.

Just do it, no matter it's good or bad, but if she wants to mention it, he is willing to listen.

I was serious about asking her out.

What you plan to do is also true.

After sending the message, Song Yanqing turned off the phone, went out of the room and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of cold drink.

The aunt who was cleaning the house had not gone to bed yet. When she saw Song Yanqing getting up, she asked softly: "Are you hungry? Yanqing, can I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

"No, I'll have something to drink." Song Yanqing raised his hand to signal.

The aunt has been working at home for more than ten years and has been coming to the Song family since Song Yanqing was in junior high school. Watching him grow up, she also had gray hair and said with a smile: "Your brother will be back tomorrow. You know he will take care of him." Who’s coming back? I’ll finally wait until you come back together.”

Song Yanqing heard what Song Qishan had said and responded without caring, "What time does the flight leave?"

"Four p.m."

A rich voice sounded from behind. Song Qishan wore his eyes and his eyebrows were calm and majestic. Because at home, he was not as serious as outside, but there were age-old wrinkles between his eyebrows. Those eyes always gave off a sense of oppression when looking at people.