The artistic rebirth of engineering women

Chapter 111
After forgetting someone Xiao for two months last time, Yue Wenjing adhered to the fine tradition and changed it if he made mistakes.Therefore, the class leader of Yue University, who had always been praised by teachers and classmates as a model of good words and good manners, violated the school's regulations for the first time—wearing the little silver lock that Xiao Qinghan had given her before her neck.

Fortunately, it is still early spring, and the clothes are thick and tightly covered, so nothing can be seen.It's summer... Yan Zhi's summer school uniform has a lapel.Therefore, she is also confident.

After morning exercise, after washing up, Yue Wenjing stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.He still looks like a teenager, but it seems that he is no longer young and green.

Before I knew it, the three years of junior high school were about to pass, and Class No. [-] and [-] of junior high school was about to be separated for another year.This also means that Yue Wenjing is about to leave the group she is most attached to for the second time.

However, one more parting, and several times of joys and sorrows in previous lives, not only did not make her get used to this vicissitudes of life, but she was more sensitive to such helplessness and pain than other students in the class.

time flies.

The journey of three years does not sound very short.Yue Wenjing also treasured this period of time as much as possible.

It's just that, seeing that he is about to graduate.

In her memory, the first class meeting after entering school seems to be just yesterday. She even clearly remembers every word that everyone said, whether they were nervous, shy, or calm when they spoke, and even every small Actions.

However, a few days before today, she had already received a thick pile of classmate records.In two days, the youth album they edited will be printed and distributed to every student.

She has never been considered a person who is sensitive to the times, but in such a fleeting teenage time, she still cannot escape the customs.

It was almost with emotion that after finishing writing the past life, she had a large number of classmates that she had not handed in. In each of them, she described her impressions and blessings to that classmate very carefully, without any perfunctory.

Maybe it's because she has grown up for so many years, she has a completely different view of everyone in the class.Among them, there are many who have different trajectories from their previous lives. After careful study, you will find that there is more or less her shadow in them.

For example, Jiang Xiao, who was once "isolated" by most girls for a period of time because she was so obsessed with the world of anime that her words and deeds were too unique - she is still an avid fan, but in her daily life In the process, she learned to use the communication methods that are more acceptable to the people around her. Even, because she recommended some anime she likes to her classmates, she made many friends who are very interested in this way.

"After Zhong Qi is gone, Bo Ya will break the piano." Don't show your embarrassing wounds to everyone. Similarly, one or two words of your own treasures in the same room with your confidant are enough.

Deng Lin, who was completely reduced to a poor student in his previous life, was originally a person with an extremely quick mind and was good at computers.Although he was not selected into the competition group because of his entrance results, after the recommendation of the computer teacher in this class, he took and passed a selection test not long ago, and was formally incorporated into Yanzhi's computer competition group.As long as you get all excellent results in the high school entrance examination, you can directly enter the competition class of Yanzhi High School-a class where more than [-]% of the students can be recommended before the college entrance examination.This is already equivalent to a pass in disguise - since he has been in the top [-] in his grade and the top [-] in his class for two years, he may be disqualified unless he falls asleep in the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination.

"Kuafu, Daze, Deng Lin, do you have an answer?" This was the last remonstrance she left him.

The one who surprised Yue Wenjing the most was Mo Qinxi.She always thought that Mo Qinxi, who had a terrible positioning on himself, actually wanted to engage in a law-related career just like her father.It's just that when most people are young, they are always confused by the desire to become scientists.Compared with others, she just happened to have more innate strength, so the deadline was extended.

What Yue Wenjing didn't know was that in Mo Qinxi's previous life, after four years of college, he resolutely chose to give up his life sciences, which he had done so well, and left his hometown to study law in country D.

Because of the deep-rooted impressions and feelings from her previous life, when she first heard Mo Qinxi talk about it, one can imagine her shock.

However, this did not hinder her admiration in the slightest - being able to admit the wrong choices she had made so decisively, and knowing her way back, no matter how beautiful the mountains and rivers ahead, she was willing to give up - this is more than leaving at the beginning. On the Kangzhuang Avenue, you only need to be firm in your heart, and it is an even rarer act of courage to keep going. It is also another quality that Yue Wenjing lacked in the past.

"My lord in the future, the long-term peace and stability of the country and society will depend on you!" Concluding this sentence, which is half teasing and half encouraging, Yue Wenjing put this classmate record in the stack he had written, and pulled out another A blank one, look at the name written in pencil in the upper right corner - Feng Yue.For a while, the past that I hadn't recalled for a long time came to my mind again.

In the previous life, he hadn't returned the classmate book she handed out, and because she didn't know where to start the message, she hadn't returned his one for a long time.The person who should be involved the most, in her classmate record, there is not even a trace of him.

That kind of green and painful feeling of love, when I think about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago.

"You have always been a very hardworking person. This kind of hard work will take you anywhere you want to go." In the end, she wrote down her impression of him in the two lifetimes here - which is also her second confession The one mentioned, the word he slammed with the phrase "what you think I am, or was never really me"-effort.

What he looked like in real life, and what he looked like when he was in college, none of that mattered to Yue Wenjing. All she cared about was always the clumsy and hard-working person.As long as he didn't lose this side, she wouldn't love the wrong person in a general way—because she didn't care.

Can't tell what kind of mood it is.It is clear that there is someone I like more deeply, but when I think of that fruitless unrequited love, I still feel at a loss in my heart, accompanied by bursts of pain.Perhaps, what she felt was never that person, but the young and ignorant self.

I wrote it page by page, maybe it was a long essay, or maybe it was only a few sentences.After putting down the last stroke, she looked at the stack of paper that looked much thicker than when there was no handwriting, and smiled reminiscently.is not that right?Carrying their emotions and memories over the years, how can such a classmate record be so thin?

In the end, the class that she and Mo Qinxi had served as class monitor for three years, with 66 classmates who were like family members, was once again disbanded by a high school entrance examination.

On the day when he got his graduation certificate, Yue Wenjing, like all his classmates, hugged Qiu Feiling, the head teacher who had shared every sorrow and joy with them for three years, and a group of lovely teachers, and cried bitterly.

They, after all, graduated.

Countless poplar flowers pass without a shadow, and tomorrow the sun will be red and the path will be full.

(End of this chapter)