I get up at 7 o'clock every morning, stay in a big city with steel and concrete, and drag my body that has not yet woken up for an hour to reach the company.

The supervisor called me to the office to arrange work. After one thing was done, another thing was immediately taken. Before I knew it, it was already noon. After eating takeout, I lay alone on the work station, and next to the computer was a photo of me with my classmates in high school.

Zhou Ziyang, who is thirty-five, sometimes wondered, if he wasn't so impulsive at the time, would it be another ending?

The consciousness gradually became blurred, and Zhou Ziyang had a dream, dreaming that he was back in high school, when the sky was blue and the grass was green.

In April, the tall sycamore trees on campus were already lush.

When the wind blows, it will make a sacrificing sound.

"Alas! The luck is not good, the fate is bad, Feng Tang is easy to grow old, Li Guang is difficult to win,"

"What gentlemen rely on to see the opportunity and experts know their destiny. They should become stronger and stronger when they are old. They would rather move their heads to turn their heads away! They would become stronger and stronger when they are poor, and they would not fall into the ambition of a blue sky! They would feel refreshed when they drink the greedy spring, and they would still be happy when they are in the dry rut!"

Zhou Ziyang was awakened by the noisy sound of reading. He raised his head but found that he had returned to high school. The female classmate in front was shaking her head to recite the book.

The ponytail swayed in front of Zhou Ziyang.

Everything exudes the smell of youth.

Is it a dream?

It's so good that I can go back to high school.

Zhou Ziyang couldn't help but smile bitterly. Looking at the playful and cute braid in front of him, Zhou Ziyang didn't think about it and reached out and pulled it twice.

"Ah!" Who knew that the girl in front of her suddenly stood up as if she was offended, turned around and looked at Zhou Ziyang with shame and anger.

"Teacher! Zhou Ziyang pulled my braid!" Song Shihan said angrily with her lower lip.

"Coax~" the students who had stopped studying laughed.

"Cough!" Ji Yueming, the head teacher in front, coughed unhappily, suppressed the students' laughter, and then looked at Zhou Ziyang with dissatisfaction: "Are you still young?"

Everything in front of me was familiar and unfamiliar. Zhou Ziyang seemed to be in a dream. The class teacher Ji Yueming was still chattering there: "The college entrance examination will be in one hundred days! Some of the students here, even if you don't study, don't affect other people's studies!"

"After all, not everyone is like some people, with a director as a father!" Ji Yueming held a gun and a stick, looking at Zhou Ziyang with some meaning.

There was another burst of laughter below.

"What are you arguing? What are you arguing? Keep studying!" Ji Yueming scolded everyone and said with a frown.

So after the noise, the classroom returned to peace.

This dream has been a little longer, and all the dreams are unfamiliar and real. The hour of morning reading class is just passing by seconds. In the dream, Zhou Ziyang has a sense of restraint that is even more timid and more restrained, and he just stays until the morning reading class is over.

Ji Yueming left.

The students started to fight.

One by one, familiar and tender faces appeared in front of them one by one.

"When did Mr. Zhou like Song Shihan??"

"Brother Zhou likes Song Shihan!"

"Song Shihan! My Brother Zhou likes you because he gives you face! Hurry up and be my Brother Zhou's girlfriend!"

"Get out!" Song Shihan glared fiercely at the classmate who was talking nonsense there, then turned around and glared at Zhou Ziyang again.

I hate the boys who pull their braids the most!

Especially for students who don’t like to study every day and like to argue with teachers!

Song Shihan turned around and went out of the classroom with her classmates.

Zhou Ziyang was left in the classroom with a confused look on his face.

"Haha, Brother Zhou, look, Song Shihan is shy!"

A tall boy came and he was wearing a pair of arms and shoulders towards Zhou Ziyang.

"Liu Shuo?" Zhou Ziyang asked familiarly.

Liu Shuo blinked and said incrediblely: "No, Brother Zhou, you are sleepwalking!"

Zhou Ziyang still didn't come back to his senses for a whole day. If this was a dream, then this dream would be too real. Familiar faces appeared in front of him one by one.

A math teacher who loves to joke, a scheming Chinese teacher, and an English teacher who likes to wear black stockings and milfs.

In the classroom in the early morning, their voices seemed particularly crisp.

During the whole day, Zhou Ziyang stayed in his seat like a fool.

"Zhou Ziyang, please get up and read this article?" English teacher Hu Shutong was very satisfied with Zhou Ziyang's performance today. She was listening to the class obediently and did not argue with herself?

Zhou Ziyang stood up after realizing it, read honestly: "Unit 1!"

“Annes Best Friend Do you want a friend whom you could tell everything to….”

Zhou Ziyang finished reading the entire English text word by word, honestly and completely. When he raised his head, he found that all the students in the class looked at him in shock, and the English teacher wearing a white shirt in front almost fell into his chest.

She looked at Zhou Ziyang in front of her incredible way.

"I read it wrong?" Zhou Ziyang asked weakly.

"No, no! Very correct. Can you please give Zhou Ziyang a little applause?"

"Smack!"

"Can Zhou Ziyang read out the English text without saying a word?"

The students clapped wildly, with whispering sounds mixed in the applause. Zhou Ziyang was very surprised. He just read an English essay. Is it so powerful?

Oh yes, Zhou Ziyang suddenly remembered something. He seemed to have been pretending to be a poor student in high school.

Zhou Ziyang was not happy in high school. Although in the eyes of others, Zhou Ziyang was carefree. His father was the youngest department-level cadre in the city and was already the top leader of the procuratorate in his early 40s.

With the blessing of his father, Zhou Ziyang is also considered a second-generation official who can count it with one hand in this city, and there are always a group of little hooligans and old hooligans who want to please him.

Occasionally, I will encounter confessions from some girls who are just beginning to fall in love.

In such a family, Zhou Ziyang grew up in a good environment, with milk and bread every day. He grew to 1.8 meters in his first year of high school. He looked pretty handsome, and he had a kind of pretending melancholy that was unique to this age.

In addition, I have been learning violin since I was a child, and I have a little understanding of music.

Logically speaking, Zhou Ziyang should be a famous school grass-level figure in the school, and such a perfect deck of cards was beaten to pieces by Zhou Ziyang.

Originally, Zhou Ziyang should have a wonderful life.

Until the second year of high school, my father brought a mother and daughter to him.
Chapter completed!