Memory should be mottled old photos, yellow, moldy, incomplete, and the blurred black and white figure cannot be seen clearly.
On the cement-colored basketball court, the lines inlaid with small white porcelain pieces, the volleyball net with cyan brackets, the schools with limited funds are used to converting the basketball court into a volleyball court when needed.
On one side of the basketball court is a brick wall with moss. A row of young people squatted in a basin from a distance. The construction site that has not yet been rested is covered with puddles. The dim mud and water after the rain is like a pool of cornmeal waiting to ferment.
Qin An stood on the basketball court and looked up at a girl on the brick wall.
The girl in my memory is Ye Zhulan, thirteen years old, with a pair of smart eyes.
She looked at Qin An with a smile, her long eyelashes shaking slowly, and her blinking eyes were filled with smiles. The slightly raised corners of her eyes already had the charm of a little beauty, and her delicate nose and rosy lips were exuding a teasing look.
Hello, classmate from Class 69...
Many years later, Qin An still remembered this sentence clearly. The crisp sound was like a drop of water falling into the lake. The waves gradually subsided, but the water had become part of the lake.
Ye Zhulan was just a little girl at this time. Seeing her standing on the brick wall a little unruly and unrestrainedly, looking down at herself, it was hard for Qin An to imagine the stunningness she felt when she saw her photo after graduating from college.
That was already a strong woman who owns a professional firm in Shenzhen. When she walked out of the Messila high sports car that was too aggressive for women, she wore a simple white long skirt, strong three-inch high heels, and black glasses covering most of her face. She couldn't see her expression clearly, and she couldn't see her almost cold calmness. She only remembered that this photo became the cover of many professional financial magazines.
What a daze... Seeing that Qin An had no reaction, Ye Zhulan was a little excited and sat down on the brick wall, not caring at all that her new pants and the wet brick wall were not suitable for contact.
The memory ended here abruptly. He remembered that the picture continued. It should be Ye Zhulan walking on the brick wall. He walked on the basketball court, talking while walking into the teaching building.
These pictures are too clear, too thick, and too thick, which makes Qin An's heart aroused and jumps unyieldingly, without much power to remind him of his current state.
The memories of nearly twenty years ago should not be like this. Qin An feels that now he is more like in a 3D theater in the ring screen, so natural and immersive. The heroine in the movie is Ye Zhulan, and he is the boy wearing a dark green and simple military uniform.
I really didn't expect you to change shifts. It seems that Liao Yu really can't stand you anymore.Ye Zhulan's eyes were filled with a hint of worry. The boy in front of him was the only opposite sex she could call her good friend. He seemed to be suffering now.
Qin An raised his head and stared at Ye Zhulan, and an irrepressible excitement ran out of his eyes.
How could he be calm? He didn't want to figure out his situation at all. He only knew that being able to see Ye Zhulan so clearly and talking to her was what he had always dreamed of.
He had always had a crush on Ye Zhulan. Since the first day of the first year, Qin An, who was precocious, was willing to look at Ye Zhulan from the seat behind him, just looking at her. When she turned around, her eyes met with her, Qin An would feel the heart-pounding nervousness and unspeakable happiness.
Until many years later, Qin An still could not forget Ye Zhulan. In his in life, nothing related to Ye Zhulan will appear. Even though he was busy sometimes, he had never thought of the name Ye Zhulan for a long time. Inadvertently, he would dream of her. She was still the girl in her teens, and he was still the boy. He chatted with her, did homework, quarreled, and wrestled...
Such a dream comes without any warning. Some people say that there is something to think about in the day and dream about in the night. Qin An never deliberately recalls the things related to Ye Zhulan, but she is embedded in the depths of his memory. Once wiped, the sand and dust pass by, her little scenes will be revealed.
Such a dream probably started from Qin An's college until he fell in love, got married, and had children with another girl. Every time he was in a peaceful and happy life, Ye Zhulan, who had already disappeared from his life and seemed to be another world, would remind him in his dream that she was still the woman he could not forget.
The Liao Yu mentioned by Ye Zhulan was the head teacher of Class 68 where Qin An was originally, a young woman who had just given birth to a child. Her evaluation of Qin An was: I can't even care about this child even if I give me a thousand years of life every day.
Qin An changed shifts, and moved to Class 69. At this time, Qin An's father Qin Huai was the English teacher in Class 69. Qin Huai was a very proud person at heart. He never thought that his son would be hopeless. If others couldn't teach well, he would not be able to teach. Since that's the case, then teach it yourself.
Qin An’s so-called naughtyness is actually just a way to make Ye Zhulan happy every day. From then on, Qin An’s life has focused on Ye Zhulan. Almost everything he does is to attract Ye Zhulan’s attention and make her laugh that brings joy to Qin An.
Under such circumstances, Qin An's grades naturally plummeted, from eighth place in the class to slightly higher than Ye Zhulan, and fell to the last place.
Are you okay?Although you have changed shifts... but our class is next to each other... Ye Zhulan's cheeks turned red, and Qin An's eyes made her think that Qin An was no longer in the same class as her and was a little emotionally out of control, revealing a certain feeling for her.
At this time, the most taboo thing for young girls is early love. Although they have some strange emotions in their hearts, no one will say it. He and she are too young, and they dare not say it or think about it.
Ye Zhulan... Qin An slowly exuded this name that has been buried in his heart for many years and has never been mentioned.
What's wrong?Ye Zhulan twisted his body uneasy and simply jumped off the red brick wall.
I like you.
Ye Zhulan stood there blankly, like a bolt from the blue. She couldn't believe what she had heard just now. She knew what she knew.
Although she likes to play crazy like a boy, she is a girl after all. She knows very well what the strange relationship between Qin An and her is, but she doesn't want to reveal it. She puts academic priority first. This is the supreme dogma that parents and every teacher instruct.
Bang!
A yellowish basketball was thrown into the basket, hit the court, and bounced high again.
Qin An smiled, ran over, picked up the basketball, and threw it out with that familiar touch.
Three-pointer, center in the basket.
I like you very much.Qin An turned around and smiled at Ye Zhulan.
On the cement-colored basketball court, the lines inlaid with small white porcelain pieces, the volleyball net with cyan brackets, the schools with limited funds are used to converting the basketball court into a volleyball court when needed.
On one side of the basketball court is a brick wall with moss. A row of young people squatted in a basin from a distance. The construction site that has not yet been rested is covered with puddles. The dim mud and water after the rain is like a pool of cornmeal waiting to ferment.
Qin An stood on the basketball court and looked up at a girl on the brick wall.
The girl in my memory is Ye Zhulan, thirteen years old, with a pair of smart eyes.
She looked at Qin An with a smile, her long eyelashes shaking slowly, and her blinking eyes were filled with smiles. The slightly raised corners of her eyes already had the charm of a little beauty, and her delicate nose and rosy lips were exuding a teasing look.
Hello, classmate from Class 69...
Many years later, Qin An still remembered this sentence clearly. The crisp sound was like a drop of water falling into the lake. The waves gradually subsided, but the water had become part of the lake.
Ye Zhulan was just a little girl at this time. Seeing her standing on the brick wall a little unruly and unrestrainedly, looking down at herself, it was hard for Qin An to imagine the stunningness she felt when she saw her photo after graduating from college.
That was already a strong woman who owns a professional firm in Shenzhen. When she walked out of the Messila high sports car that was too aggressive for women, she wore a simple white long skirt, strong three-inch high heels, and black glasses covering most of her face. She couldn't see her expression clearly, and she couldn't see her almost cold calmness. She only remembered that this photo became the cover of many professional financial magazines.
What a daze... Seeing that Qin An had no reaction, Ye Zhulan was a little excited and sat down on the brick wall, not caring at all that her new pants and the wet brick wall were not suitable for contact.
The memory ended here abruptly. He remembered that the picture continued. It should be Ye Zhulan walking on the brick wall. He walked on the basketball court, talking while walking into the teaching building.
These pictures are too clear, too thick, and too thick, which makes Qin An's heart aroused and jumps unyieldingly, without much power to remind him of his current state.
The memories of nearly twenty years ago should not be like this. Qin An feels that now he is more like in a 3D theater in the ring screen, so natural and immersive. The heroine in the movie is Ye Zhulan, and he is the boy wearing a dark green and simple military uniform.
I really didn't expect you to change shifts. It seems that Liao Yu really can't stand you anymore.Ye Zhulan's eyes were filled with a hint of worry. The boy in front of him was the only opposite sex she could call her good friend. He seemed to be suffering now.
Qin An raised his head and stared at Ye Zhulan, and an irrepressible excitement ran out of his eyes.
How could he be calm? He didn't want to figure out his situation at all. He only knew that being able to see Ye Zhulan so clearly and talking to her was what he had always dreamed of.
He had always had a crush on Ye Zhulan. Since the first day of the first year, Qin An, who was precocious, was willing to look at Ye Zhulan from the seat behind him, just looking at her. When she turned around, her eyes met with her, Qin An would feel the heart-pounding nervousness and unspeakable happiness.
Until many years later, Qin An still could not forget Ye Zhulan. In his in life, nothing related to Ye Zhulan will appear. Even though he was busy sometimes, he had never thought of the name Ye Zhulan for a long time. Inadvertently, he would dream of her. She was still the girl in her teens, and he was still the boy. He chatted with her, did homework, quarreled, and wrestled...
Such a dream comes without any warning. Some people say that there is something to think about in the day and dream about in the night. Qin An never deliberately recalls the things related to Ye Zhulan, but she is embedded in the depths of his memory. Once wiped, the sand and dust pass by, her little scenes will be revealed.
Such a dream probably started from Qin An's college until he fell in love, got married, and had children with another girl. Every time he was in a peaceful and happy life, Ye Zhulan, who had already disappeared from his life and seemed to be another world, would remind him in his dream that she was still the woman he could not forget.
The Liao Yu mentioned by Ye Zhulan was the head teacher of Class 68 where Qin An was originally, a young woman who had just given birth to a child. Her evaluation of Qin An was: I can't even care about this child even if I give me a thousand years of life every day.
Qin An changed shifts, and moved to Class 69. At this time, Qin An's father Qin Huai was the English teacher in Class 69. Qin Huai was a very proud person at heart. He never thought that his son would be hopeless. If others couldn't teach well, he would not be able to teach. Since that's the case, then teach it yourself.
Qin An’s so-called naughtyness is actually just a way to make Ye Zhulan happy every day. From then on, Qin An’s life has focused on Ye Zhulan. Almost everything he does is to attract Ye Zhulan’s attention and make her laugh that brings joy to Qin An.
Under such circumstances, Qin An's grades naturally plummeted, from eighth place in the class to slightly higher than Ye Zhulan, and fell to the last place.
Are you okay?Although you have changed shifts... but our class is next to each other... Ye Zhulan's cheeks turned red, and Qin An's eyes made her think that Qin An was no longer in the same class as her and was a little emotionally out of control, revealing a certain feeling for her.
At this time, the most taboo thing for young girls is early love. Although they have some strange emotions in their hearts, no one will say it. He and she are too young, and they dare not say it or think about it.
Ye Zhulan... Qin An slowly exuded this name that has been buried in his heart for many years and has never been mentioned.
What's wrong?Ye Zhulan twisted his body uneasy and simply jumped off the red brick wall.
I like you.
Ye Zhulan stood there blankly, like a bolt from the blue. She couldn't believe what she had heard just now. She knew what she knew.
Although she likes to play crazy like a boy, she is a girl after all. She knows very well what the strange relationship between Qin An and her is, but she doesn't want to reveal it. She puts academic priority first. This is the supreme dogma that parents and every teacher instruct.
Bang!
A yellowish basketball was thrown into the basket, hit the court, and bounced high again.
Qin An smiled, ran over, picked up the basketball, and threw it out with that familiar touch.
Three-pointer, center in the basket.
I like you very much.Qin An turned around and smiled at Ye Zhulan.
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