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This is the north, the border, a certain small town.

Located at the junction, many people come to travel in midsummer every year, which is also the busiest time of the city.

However, as the midsummer passes, the permanent population will become less and less, perhaps because of lack of interest, or perhaps going home for the New Year. Many people choose to leave in winter.

Maybe it's because it's too cold here.

The city with a population of only about 200,000, suddenly lost half of its population, and the desertedness and loneliness suddenly appeared with the temperature of nearly 30 degrees below zero.

Because it is the border, high latitudes bring long nights and short days.

Even at 7 o'clock in the morning, the sky as white as the belly of the fish has just been dimly bright, the glass is frosted, and the steam is white, the scene of coldness in the winter is unique to the northern city.

There are still very few vehicles on the road. Most of the people walking on the street wearing thick down jackets are students carrying school bags.

Opening the door of the classroom, several high school students who were walking together finally breathed out their breath, took off their hats and scarves, and complained:

"I was frozen to death. Why are we so cold every year? Almost blown me to death this morning!"

"Stop talking, my life is from the heating."

Several girls talked and laughed and put their schoolbags in their place, and then they gathered together under the window sill for heating.

Then one after another students came to the classroom, found their seats and sat down, some took out exercise books and papers, and asked for help from friends Xueba, some yawned, and seemed to lack sleep because of staying up late to study and getting up early. .

After all, in this kind of weather, it takes a lot of effort to get up from a warm bed and face the road to school outside minus 26 or 7 degrees without sleep.

The students on duty began to clean, and the class representatives began to collect homework. Perhaps the city in the winter, only the classroom of the school kept it as lively as ever.

"Eh, have you heard? Today it is said that transfer students will come to our class."

"Ha, at the end of this semester, transferred to a high school in a remote place like ours? Why?"

"The college entrance examination, what else can we do? It must be our registered permanent residence, so we are not allowed to take the exam, so I came back early."

"Oh, that's what I said."

At this moment, the back door was suddenly opened, and the figure of a boy walked in. He was wearing a dark coat and a **** scarf. His hair seemed to be very long. He looked reticent and silent, carrying a schoolbag. , Walked into the classroom.

The guys who were sitting at the back door, who were supposed to be happy, stopped talking when they saw him.

"Cut... still that can be pretended."

A boy who looked very arrogant said very upset.

"Shut up, don't mess with him, don't talk about him!"

Liu Xi's eyes were tense, pretending not to know that person, and warning her friend without knowing anything.

After he passed, he pretended that he hadn't seen anything, broke the subject and continued to chatter.

Many people glanced at the black-haired boy, and then continued to do their own things regardless, and no one in the entire class said hello to him.

He didn't care either. He walked to a position where he was a little lonely, sat down, took off his scarf, put aside the homework to be handed in, and then lay down, without any intention to talk to anyone, preparing before the teacher came, Sleep for a while.

"Hey, look, who is asleep again, he sleeps as soon as he comes, doesn't speak much, doesn't study much, and doesn't know what he is thinking."

A girl looked at him directly lying down and couldn't help but curiously said.

"Who knows, it may be an autistic patient. Anyway, the grades at the end of this semester are not enough, and the grades are down, so he will be removed from the key class."

The other girl replied, and then he smiled:

"However, apart from a normal face, taciturn, and solitary temperament, isn't it handsome? Maybe some girls like this."

"Come on, it may be the kind of girl who doesn't know that he is listless, not talking, not learning, and having no friends, and withdrawn and weird, not to mention that it is strictly forbidden to deal with objects in our school. Love a cucumber."

Another girl listened to her friend's nonsensical words, and couldn't help being speechless, and then looked at the introverted girl next to the textbook who was looking out of the desk.

"Hey, Chen Xue, aren't you in the same junior high school with him? Was that person the same before?"

The top student girl who was obviously only able to learn was surprised, and then replied with some embarrassment:

"Um... then he and I are not in the same grade, it's not very clear."

"Huh? Then..."

The girl was surprised, not in the same grade, now in a class...

"Then he was demoted? But the last time I remembered the team member information, he was as old as us."

She asked curiously, the top student glasses girl thought about it and whispered uncertainly:

"Well... I remember he seemed to have taken a break from school... a year?"

"Stop school? So what did he do?"

The girls asked curiously, learning is boring, and talking about these things is one of their hobbies.

"I don't know, the school didn't say it, maybe the people in his class knew it."

"But those people have graduated."

The girl’s friend said helplessly, and then rolled his eyes, teasing the top student with glasses:

"In other words, the next grade will be different next year, but you still know him."

The glasses girl shoved the glasses with embarrassment and smiled:

"Ah, yeah, I heard of him skipping grades back then, it was amazing."

boom!

Suddenly, there was a slight hard hit from the table in front, and a girl's schoolbag seemed to accidentally hit the corner of the table.

"Eh, Xiao Ran, you are here, good morning."

"Um~www.readwn.com~ good morning."

The topic was interrupted, and they talked about the upcoming final exam.

Then the head teacher walked in and the self-study started early, and the sky outside finally brightened.

Everyone began to enter a state of intense and serious study again. The classrooms in the classroom cooperated with the students to work together. In order to emerge as a butterfly next summer, they worked hard, sweated and persevered.

Only sitting in the last row, the silent black-haired boy with a quiet expression on his face, occasionally listened to the lectures made by the teacher on the podium, and occasionally looked at the winter streets outside the window.

Time is like flowing water, ordinary courses in the morning, running exercises on the playground, lunch breaks in the cafeteria, afternoon courses and evening self-study rooms sneak away.

The life of the senior year is as always, boring and full of dreams.

Evening in the small town came extremely fast in winter. From the completely dark sky at five or six o'clock to the end of self-study at nine o'clock in the evening, it was already dark.

He was wearing a dark coat and coat, a **** scarf covering the cold wind blowing in front of his face, his hair was a little longer, the bangs that covered his eyebrows, and his silent, drooping eyes made him look mature. Not his age.

Passing by this villa on the corner, he arrived home.

Today is another ordinary day for him.

The night was filled, walking on the way home with only his own, he felt that the night was really cold, tightened his scarf, exhaled a breath of heat and turned into a white mist.

The lights of the street lamps turned yellow in the white breath of winter night.

Then suddenly I felt a little sparkle on his face.

He slowly raised his head, in the dark night, unexpectedly watching the six-sided snowflakes fall down.

A little surprised, then silent, and finally let out a breath, whispering to himself:

"Well, it's snowing this year..."