Seventh Summer

Good sleep on winter nights. The sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the curtains and fell on the history textbook spread out in the corner of the desk. It seems that it has been turned over many times, and the corners of the book are slightly curled. The words "1898 Reform" on this page are circled in red gel pen, and next to it is a five-pointed star with a wrinkled face and drooped eyebrows. His mouth was also curled up and he looked listless. The air conditioner was quietly blowing warm air. The girl sleeping on the bed was half curled up, with only half of her face exposed. Her black eyelashes were curled up and her cheeks were rosy. In the dream, Qiao Qi threw the history textbook aside, turned around and pounced on the horoscope, took a bite of the cone, and the smooth and sweet cream flavor exploded on her taste buds. She squinted and carefully looked at the fortune of Gemini this week. Suitable for: praying for blessings, getting married, meeting by chance, and starting school. Don’t: Seek medical advice. Heck, even the horoscope says that school is going to start today. That's why this horoscope smells like an old calendar, very much like the torn-paper calendar hanging on the wall at grandma's house. Qiao Qi turned over. Take a bite of the cone and continue reading the horoscope. Comprehensive fortune 86. Speed dating zodiac sign: Aquarius. Lucky number: 7. Lucky color… "Qiqi, wake up!" Qiao Qi moved her eyes, not wanting to wake up. I am worried, what is the lucky color? Let me see! "Qiqi? Qiqi? Xibao?" A palm came over his forehead. So cold. So comfortable. "Have a fever?" Lucky color: black. Satisfied, Qiao Qi opened her eyes in a daze. Wei Xue's shadow flashed before her eyes. She called out "Mom" and then frowned. My throat was dry and sore, like a c***k in the ground that hadn't been wet for a long time. Wei Xue went out of the bedroom, and when she came back in she brought a glass of warm water and a forehead thermometer in her hand. She brushed the strands of hair on her forehead aside and dripped a little. The sharp warning sound of beep beep sounded like a buzzer, and the display of the forehead thermometer turned red. Qiao Qi took a sip of water from the cup and leaned over to take a look. It was 38.4 degrees Celsius, which was still a headache-inducing 0.1 degrees short of the temperature at which Dr. Wei's guidelines allowed him to take antipyretics. It’s a temperature worth worrying about for Dr. Wei. Qiao Qi raised her eyes, and sure enough, Wei Xue frowned. Qiao Qi put the water glass on the table, picked up the sweater on the side and put it on. Wei Xue finally made a decision. "Today is the first day of school. I probably won't talk about important content, or else -" "No." Qiao Qi interrupted her and walked to the bathroom in her white bear slippers. "We agreed to pick up the books today. I'll just drink the antipyretic medicine later." Seeing her insistence, Wei Xue paused for a moment to compromise: "I'll take you to school. You don't have to attend evening classes today. You stay in the classroom after school and I'll pick you up after get off work, and then we'll go back to the hospital together to draw blood." The Children's Hospital where Wei Xue works is not in the same district as Nanli High School, and the hospital is not open for an hour during the evening rush hour. Qiao Qi didn't have any strength, so she squeezed the toothpaste against the door and brushed her teeth while evading vaguely: "Let's not draw blood for now. It's okay if we didn't draw blood last time. I can come back by myself after school." Wei Xue knew that she was afraid of pain. After she brushed her teeth and checked her throat, she found that her tonsils were slightly red and swollen, so she agreed for the time being. After having breakfast and taking medicine, Qiao Qi carried a forehead thermometer, a few medicines, a bottle of Wangzai milk and a large glass of warm water, and followed Wei Xue into the car. Yesterday it was still a cold spring day, but today it is like the spring light of March. There are a few more brilliant colors on the streets. Some people take off their heavy winter clothes and wear light spring clothes. Qiao Qi was wearing a winter school uniform and nestled in the passenger seat. While listening to Wei Xue's instructions to take medicine on time and drink plenty of water today, Qiao Qi was running through the historical calendar in her mind. Carrying it on my back, my thoughts turned to my dream in the morning. It is a good time to pray today. Pray, pray... Regardless of whether it is a dream or not, science and metaphysics coexist! Qiao Qi closed her eyes lightly, clasped her palms together and raised her head above her head, muttering in a low voice: "Piling up soil will create a mountain, accumulating water will create a sea. I pray that little fairy Qiao Qi's hard work will be rewarded and she will be admitted to her ideal college. b***** !” Wei Xue, who was standing next to her, laughed at her dazed expression and hummed a song casually, "I fell in love with him like we were eloping in the carriage along the way. No matter how hard we squeezed, we couldn't let go..." Qiao Qi put down her hands and sighed helplessly, "Mom..." Wei Xue laughed twice and asked casually about something else, "When will Xingran and Niannian come back this week?" Qiao Qi took out her mobile phone and flicked through Gu Nian's messages yesterday, and picked out a useful piece of information from her complaints, "Thursday at the earliest." "It's a coincidence this time, I just happened to be transferred to Nian Nian's class." Lu Xingran and Gu Nian are Qiao Qi's best friends. Qiao Qi and Gu Nian have been in the same school since elementary school. It was earlier than Lu Xingran, starting in kindergarten. In the second year of high school, Gu Nian chose liberal arts, while Qiao Qi and Lu Xingran chose science. I originally thought that I could get into the ideal university by studying science, but I didn't expect that a monthly exam gave Qiao Qi a slap in the face. That time, the mathematics, physics and chemistry teacher deliberately increased the difficulty of the test questions. It was said that it was at a competitive level and wanted to kill the enthusiasm of these students. Unexpectedly, he went too far. After the exam, most of the students were dejected, and Qiao Qi was the one with the lowest head. Mathematics is okay and will pass. Physics and Chemistry were terrible, and I got full marks in the two subjects together. Although that time, except for a few students who kept their grades, everyone's scores were generally low, but Qiao Qi's grade ranking dropped by more than 80 points. She mastered the basics for half a semester and immersed herself in familiarizing herself with the question types. Her grades improved a bit, but it was limited and she would probably not be admitted to the college major. Qiao Qi was better in liberal arts than science before he graduated. After discussing with his parents, he decided to switch to liberal arts. Nanli High School Affiliated High School has completed the knowledge points of the entire year of high school in the first semester, and will start studying the knowledge points of the senior year in the second semester. Qiao Qi's decision to transfer subjects meant that she had to catch up before the start of the second semester. The entire winter vacation was filled with make-up lessons and self-study. She only had two days of rest during the New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, and she didn't even agree to a skiing invitation from a good friend. I was worried that I would not be able to catch up with my homework after school started and I would get angry. I caught a cold again last night and successfully caught a cold today. Qiao Qi's house is not far from the school. He left the house before the morning rush hour and arrived ten minutes later. She said "hmm" in agreement to Wei Xue's various instructions, put on her schoolbag and got out of the car, and said hello to familiar classmates. She has to go to the teacher's office to pick up textbooks and exercise books before class. Although she had bought a set of textbooks from the bookstore for tutoring, the exercise books printed by the attached middle school were regarded as treasures by various schools and could not be bought outside. Qiao Qi made copies of Gu Nian's before, but now she still wants to buy a set of her own. It's not morning reading time yet, the classroom is full of excitement, but there are not many people in the teacher's office. When Qiao Qi went upstairs, a boy happened to come out of the office and walk along the corridor towards the classroom. The boys were not wearing school uniforms, so Qiao Qi looked at them twice. He has a tall and straight posture, broad shoulders and thin back, long legs, and a leisurely and carefree back, which can make Gu Nian scream. Black sweatpants, black pullover hoodie. The hair on the back of the head is very layered and fluffy on both sides. I can't see the front. I don't know if it is slightly parted. Strange, which class of students dared to hang out in the office area without wearing school uniforms and even had their hair permed? Aren't they afraid of being caught by Lao Gu and deducting points? Qiao Qi withdrew her gaze, stood at the door of the office and shouted a report. The new class teacher, whose surname was Su, was young and beautiful. He took her through the textbooks and exercise books, chatted with other teachers about "transfer students", and led her to the classroom. Qiao Qi deduced a piece of information from the teachers' chat: There is a new transfer student in the high school science class, with good grades and good looks. It should be the black hoodie just now. Qiao Qi added in her heart that he should not be afraid of the cold. Although the sun was shining brightly today, the wind was very cold. She felt just right in her winter school uniform. Black hoodie, the transfer student's black hoodie looks thin. A gust of cool wind swept by, and the leaves on the ground were rolled up in a beautiful spin and then fell gently. Qiao Qi shuddered and followed her class teacher into the classroom of Grade 2 (13). She was not short, so she was temporarily assigned to the last row. Her deskmate was Gu Nian. The table was empty at the moment. Putting the new books neatly on the corner of the table, Qiao Qi immediately entered the study state with only a moment to briefly get acquainted with the table in front of her. Contrary to Wei Xue's guess, Nanli Affiliated High School did not give everyone any time to adjust on the first day of school and went straight to class. Qiao Qi had a headache. She kept up with the knowledge points in class and kept writing in her head. After class, she quickly lay down on the desk to recharge her batteries. She stayed up like this all morning, feeling so cold that she wanted to shiver, and she felt like she had a fever again. After class, Qiao Qi put on her schoolbag and went straight to Rosen at the school gate. It was not as crowded as the cafeteria. Qiao Qi simply bought a box lunch. After heating it, she sat at the long table and ate a few mouthfuls before she lost her appetite. She didn’t wait for half an hour after the meal to digest, so she took out the medicine and ate it. Put on your schoolbag and go back to the classroom. She now needs to sleep in an air-conditioned classroom. Qiao Qi moved quickly, and when she returned to the classroom, there was no one there. He walked to his seat, took off his schoolbag and hung it up, opened the Wangzai milk on the table and drank it all. The sweet smell of milk filled her mouth, and the warm air from the air conditioner blew by. Qiao Qi felt a little relieved, so she put her coat and hat on her head and lay down to sleep. She didn't sleep deeply. Some classmates came in, joking and joking, saying that Lu Xingran ran to see the ice sculptures but was trapped in Harbin and couldn't come back. Qiao Qi would have to go to school by herself these days without her companion. Qiao Qi drowsily added in her mind, right? Lu Xingran went to Harbin and smiled like a husky every day. He also sent her photos and videos to show off. He was so happy that he couldn't miss it. Now he finally got his wish and was trapped by a heavy snowfall. After a while, another classmate came back. The boys' conversation turned to the basketball league, and the girls talked about celebrities. Qiao Qi slowly fell asleep after listening to the names Lu Xingran and Gu Nian were chanting in their ears every day. It was a great sleep. The sound on the tabletop rang for a long time, and she woke up after hearing "Qiao Qi" twice more. It was hot and humid inside the hat, and so was my back. Qiao Qi took off the hat on her head, put a hand on the top of her head, then put her chin on her arm and slowly opened her eyes. On the left is Wangzi grinning at her, and on the right is a hand on the corner of the table. The hand was very big, with long knuckles. The fingers were curled up and the knuckles were downward, still holding the table in a posture. Nails are neatly manicured. This hand is suitable for playing the piano, painting, and plucking strings. The way you hold the pen must be beautiful. "Qiao Qi..." Someone called her again. Qiao Qi slowly came to her senses, first looked up at the familiar old classmate at the front table, and then followed her gaze to look at the young man in black on the side. The young man is very tall, with dotted eyes and sharp and beautiful eyebrows. Wearing black sweatpants and a black hooded sweatshirt, one hand was placed on the corner of the table, and the other hand was holding a can of Sprite, with cold white fingertips. I don’t know how long he stood here. A layer of mist formed on the Sprite bottle, causing strings of water droplets to appear, and wisps of white vapor rising in the comfortable classroom temperature. He's the handsome transfer student who's not afraid of the cold. He stood lazily at the table and looked at her with half-lidded eyes. His eyes were narrow and long, with a faint emotion in his dark eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his voice was refreshing and clean. "Qiao Xi, you are sitting in the wrong seat." Qiao Qi was dazed for a moment and couldn't hear clearly whether it was "Qiao Qi" or "Qiao Xi". She stared at the boy blankly for a while and then glanced around. They are all classmates she is familiar with... Everyone is paying attention to the movement in the back row... She realized she had gone to the wrong classroom and slept on someone else's desk. Qiao Qi curled her fingers, a little embarrassed. Zhou Xun's eyes never left Qiao Qi. She looked like she was sick, and her whole body was in low spirits. As she took off her hat, her ponytail swayed slightly and then hung obediently on the back of her head again, with a few hairs on her head sticking up mischievously. She probably knew this would happen, so she pressed twice with her hands, and her stubborn hair was severely suppressed. She sweated while sleeping, and the tips of the broken hair around her ears were soaked and stuck to her rosy cheeks. Her eyelashes were swaying, and she was obviously still confused. When she looked up at him, her eyes were sleepy and innocent, like a soft little sheep. The kind that makes people afraid to speak loudly. Zhou Xun didn't urge him any further. One hand was still on the corner of the table, and he held Sprite with the other and took two sips. Gudong. Gudong. The young man raised his neck, his Adam's apple rolling. Like a sharp weapon. With a leisurely movement in his heart, Qiao Qi quickly withdrew his gaze and stood up. He was really tall, and the pleasant smell of lime spread around him. Qiao Qi put her bag on her back and apologized. After he nodded, she stepped aside and moved sideways out of his seat, leaving his territory. When I went out, I met the squad leader Yu Han. Yu Han held the basketball in his right hand, and his neatly dressed school uniform could not block the heat on his body. His eyes lit up when he saw Qiao Qi, and he stood still at the door, "Qiqi, why are you here?" Qiao Qi glanced back. The transfer student in a black sweater was holding a Sprite and looking towards her. The smile on her lips had faded. Qiao Qi felt a little guilty. She had slept in his seat for so long, which probably delayed his lunch break. She turned around embarrassedly and answered Yu Han vaguely: "I went to the wrong classroom." Yu Han smiled, and Cai Jiaqi behind him rushed over, "It's something you can do." Qiao Qi raised her fist as if to swing it out. Cai Jiaqi was so frightened that she hid behind Yu Han. Qiao Qi retracted her fist and waved to leave. "Put on your hat, it's windy outside." Qiao Qi put her hat on her head, pulled the brim, thanked Yu Han for reminding her, and walked out, leaving the transfer student behind. The teaching building of Nanli High School is in the shape of a zigzag. There are a total of eighteen classes in the second year of high school. Classes 1 to 10 are science classes, which are distributed on the lower three floors. Starting from class 11, there are liberal arts classes, which are on the upper three floors. Qiao Qi's original class was Class 10, located on the third floor. Now she was transferred to Class 13, located on the fourth floor. The afternoon sun was in full bloom, as bright as a spring day, effortlessly passing through the thin branches on the treetops and splashing onto the corridor. She squinted her eyes and walked to the corner, climbed up a flight of stairs, and walked half a circle back to Class 13. Class 13 and Class 10 are on staggered floors facing each other. Before entering the door, Qiao Qi tilted her head and swept towards the position of Class 10 by mistake. Her eyesight was excellent, and the transfer student's seat in black sweatshirt was her original seat, in the row next to the window, next to Lu Xingran's desk. Lu Xingran was trapped in Harbin City and could not come back. The desks were empty at the moment. The black sweatshirt of the transfer student in the school uniform was very eye-catching. He stretched out his arm and placed a can of Wangzai milk on the window sill, glancing towards her quickly. Qiao Qi swooped back into the classroom, feeling even more guilty. The desk is not hers, and neither is Wangzi. Not only did he occupy his seat for a lunch break, but he also drank his Wangzi.