Chapter 15

Actually, his acquaintance with the girl in front of him can be traced back to the beginning of the first year of junior high. Even if decades have passed, he can still clearly remember the scene at that time.

That was September 1st, a sunny day.

When Li Heng was holding a pile of new books to line up for registration in Class 125, the originally noisy class suddenly became dead silent. The eyes of everyone, including the head teacher and all the students, were focused on the newly arrived Xiao Han at the door.

Being close at the time, the impression was the deepest, as if this girl who was unimaginably beautiful had walked out of colorful auspicious clouds.

At just one glance, like all the other male comrades in the class, his heart was illuminated, as if he had walked into a fairy tale world.

His blood suddenly accelerated and soared, and while his mouth was dry, his whole person was also inexplicably nervous.

Damn good-looking!

How could this small town hide such a good-looking person?

Everyone's first sensory perception was like this.

Xiao Han's appearance overshadowed the entire Class 125, making everyone else look dim.

To this day, I still remember that at the beginning, the boys and girls in the class were all subtly learning to support their cheeks with their right hands while listening to lectures, growing nails, and learning to speak in her tone.

But it's a pity that the good feelings Li Heng slowly accumulated were worn out later because of the stool-grabbing incident, leading to the stagnation of the relationship between the two for a long time, neither far nor near, wandering between strangers and classmates.

Xiao Han and Chen Zi Jin were both Yang Yingwen's best friends. With Yang Yingwen as a link, the three girls often ate together and walked together.

But her relationship with Chen Zi Jin was exceptionally complex, with competition in learning and some unknown quarrels. Using "both enemies and friends" to describe the two girls is the most appropriate.

In the first semester of the third year of junior high, Li Heng and Xiao Han had briefly been desk mates for half a month. Later, Chen Zi Jin from another class found out and directly demanded that the two be separated.

They were already often at odds, and Xiao Han raised her head and deliberately stimulated her: "What, you have so little confidence in yourself, afraid your object will change his heart?"

Chen Zi Jin didn't hide it at all, "Not afraid, but I have to guard against you."

Xiao Han was not a person who would accept it passively, and immediately snorted and countered: "Afraid of this and that, you might as well tie him to your waistband and take him with you every day.

Only you treat him like a treasure and are nervous. Look around, who else cares?"

Hearing the two girls' conversation made his head hurt. Later, Li Heng took the initiative to find the head teacher and changed seats.

As time passed, looking back, one would feel that these words and behaviors were particularly immature, but ignorant youth is just how it walked through.

That was probably the period of his middle school stage that he remembered most deeply, romantic like a rose that had just bloomed, full of fragrance, making people intoxicated.

It's just that many beautiful things, you think they are just the first warm-up of life, but in reality, they are swan songs. A junior high Xiao Han, a high school Song Yu, only when he looked back on the first half of his life after he was old, did he sigh that when he was young, he had already met the two most stunning women in his life in advance.

Actually, he could truly understand why Chen Zi Jin had to guard against Xiao Han.

A sweet voice, a healing smile, and a pure first-love face—if this girl wanted to please someone, there really weren't many boys who could resist.

According to the vast number of male comrades: her charm couldn't be stopped even by Black and White Impermanence.

However, Xiao Han is a two-faced person, with a changeable personality, both sweet and salty.

If she was angry occasionally, it was hateful and absolute. Li Heng had suffered a lot in this regard, and he was naturally a bit unwilling to provoke her from the bottom of his heart.

After subconsciously greeting just now, the eyes of the two met faintly in the air for a small while, and then they tacitly moved away, as if they were not very familiar with each other.

Wei Shiman, who felt the anomaly, secretly looked at her daughter, and then her eyes stared at Li Heng, looking him up and down from head to toe, always with a trace of disregard.

Seeing this, Li Heng was not surprised at all.

They all say that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. His attire was normal in the rural countryside where things were mended and mended for three years, but in the eyes of Wei Shiman, who had good conditions, it really didn't look good enough.

Especially since he had a bamboo hat on his head, a straw raincoat on his back, and his clothes and trouser legs were full of sewage stains. The liberation shoes on his feet were even more straightforward, covered in yellow mud, dirty like a broken sack on his body. It would be a ghost if people could look at you highly.

The Xiao family doesn't farm and usually buys rice to live. Wei Shiman, who is experienced, can distinguish the quality of rice at a glance, so no matter how Tian Run'e talked, she didn't stay long and left.

Li Heng didn't say a word on the side. It wasn't until the mother and daughter left that he comforted his mother's heart:

"Mom, it doesn't matter if it doesn't sell. Take it home and cook it for me. I'm growing now and crave white rice the most."

Hearing her son clamoring to eat white rice, Tian Run'e didn't blame him, just sighed:

"Manzai, school is about to start, and the tuition for you and your second sister is still not enough."

In the past, Li Heng was young and ignorant and never worried about tuition. On weekdays, to avoid labor, he would either stay in his room to read or carry a bucket to the river to catch fish and shrimp. Anyway, every time school started, Comrade Tian Run'e would always raise it for him.

He asked with concern: "How much is still missing?"

Tian Run'e said: "Still missing 30-something yuan."

Li Heng looked down at the four bags of rice and immediately understood. Mom was counting on the money from selling rice today.

But unfortunately, it seems he didn't check the almanac when he went out today. A small noon passed, and he didn't see any movement.

…

On the other side.

After walking about 20 meters, Xiao Han asked her mother: "Mom, is that rice very bad? I think it's quite good."

Wei Shiman replied: "It's not bad, but there is better on the market today."

Her husband is a picky person when it comes to eating, so she usually buys the best quality rice and vegetables.

After walking a few steps forward, Wei Shiman was a bit slow to react, turned her head to look at her daughter and asked: "Do you know each other, are you classmates?"

"Hmm."

Xiao Han hummed and nodded: "We were classmates for three years in junior high, and we were in the same school in high school."

Wei Shiman was a bit surprised, "He even went to high school?"

Xiao Han pursed her lips: "Does Mom think that because they are dressed poorly, they can't afford high school?"

Wei Shiman did have this thought, but she wouldn't say it out loud, and asked curiously:

"To be able to enter Shao City No. 1 High School, the grades should be quite good. How come Mom hasn't heard you mention this person in the past few years?"

Xiao Han pouted slightly: "I'm not particularly familiar with him, why mention him?"

Wei Shiman, who didn't hear the other's name clearly just now, glanced at her daughter and asked: "There are only... what's his name, among those who were admitted to Shao City No. 1 High School in the same batch as you in junior high?"

Xiao Han corrected: "There are seven, one got in through connections."

The connection household she mentioned refers to Zhang Zhiyong. This guy's brother-in-law is a junior high school principal, belonging to the same education system, and has his own ways.

(End of chapter)