Thank You for Not Falling in Love with Me

"Passengers heading to Ice City, your flight HU7328 is now boarding. Please bring your belongings and board the plane from gate D3." Jiang Maixi, a 24-year-old location reporter, had just picked up her luggage from the international exit and hurried to the domestic check-in desk to check it in again. She was tall, with a pretty face, and her high heels made a crisp echo as she ran in the airport hall, making it difficult for passing passengers not to stop and look at her. Mai Xi and her colleagues have just finished a two-week shooting mission in the south of France. Almost all of her colleagues have transferred directly back to Shanghai. However, she will take annual leave in the next two weeks and prepare to fly back to her hometown of Ice City to attend the fifth anniversary gathering of her high school classmates. The plane took off smoothly and entered the level flight stage. Jiang Maixi adjusted her seat slightly and stared at the big white clouds outside the plane window in a daze. She hasn't been back home for more than half a year; the last time she went back, the city center was in shambles due to construction of the subway, and she didn't know if it had been repaired yet. "The road is so congested, why don't you go back to your school first?" During the Chinese New Year last year, my brother went to the train station to pick up Mai Xi, who had just gotten off the high-speed train. The two of them were stuck in traffic in the city center. When they walked to the intersection of Zhongshan Road, they could just faintly see the green tiles and red pillars of Puyu Middle School; the old building, which spans time and space and has been elegant for more than a century, was solemn and beautiful in the hazy night of the ice room, set off by the exquisite warm-colored spotlights. Maixi looked at it steadily. "It's better to go home early, mom is waiting." It has been almost five years since she graduated, and she has never returned to high school. Jiang Maixi, what are you running from? The young mother holding her child in the front row had secretly unbuckled her seat belt and was happily playing with the baby in her arms with a small animal toy with a bell. The stewardess rolled out the dining car with a smile and prepared to distribute food. Mai Xi retracted her thoughts and felt slightly sleepy. She gently pulled up her cashmere coat, intending to take a nap - a loud "bang" sound came very suddenly, waking up the passengers who were still somewhat half asleep due to the morning flight. In just a few seconds, all the lights in the cabin went out, the oxygen masks fell, and the plane began to descend suddenly, accompanied by a huge shaking. One or two luggage racks were also shaken open, and small pieces of luggage and many items placed by passengers on the small table were scattered on the ground. Jiang Maixi hugged her head instinctively. The plane seemed to be falling rapidly. The flight attendant's nervous announcement came over the radio, "Every passenger, please sit tight in your seats and fasten your seat belts. The windshield of the plane has cracked and the captain is preparing to return." The flight attendant who was originally preparing to distribute food The personnel immediately instructed the panicked passengers to put on oxygen masks. The baby in the front row kept crying. The flight attendant comforted the anxious young mother softly, "Don't panic, don't be anxious. Our captain is a retired Air Force man with a lot of experience. He will definitely be able to send everyone home safely." The drastic change in air pressure made Jiang Maixi feel dizzy, and an instinctive fear quickly took over her. However, during the accelerated fall, the consciousness did not dissipate. Instead, it became clear. A lavender dream seemed to slowly stretch before the eyes - like a long-term, God's perspective that traveled through time. The director of memory gave it a slow motion with beautiful rhythm: young Feng Heng was wearing a light beige windbreaker, with the hem billowing in the wind. Fifteen-year-old Mai Xi was sitting quietly in front of the car, gently leaning on Feng Heng's arm. The bow on the collar of his uniform and the broken hair on his forehead were floating slightly in the wind. The lilac trees on campus were in full bloom, and there was a refreshing aroma in the air. The speed between the wheels turned the lavender background into a blur of focus, as melancholy as a dream... The plane bumped violently and seemed to be still falling violently. A piece of shaken luggage hit Jiang Maixi's head, and she lost consciousness instantly... An unexpected aviation accident brought Maixi's memories back to high school. Jiang Maixi, who has outstanding appearance and gentle personality, unexpectedly performed well in the high school entrance examination and entered the competition class of Puyu Middle School, which ranked first in the province. However, the grade-based measurement criteria in the class made her life very painful. In her second year of high school, she was forced to study literature under the lobbying of her class teacher. Surprisingly, this originally forced choice brought a magical turn to her life: a handsome new class teacher like Jiao Enjun, a new classmate with unique and interesting personality, and Chen Cheng, the top student in the grade who silently helped her transfer from the science class... Land painting, art Arts festivals, basketball games, and a series of colorful activities are waiting for her. However, there are still classmates who are very unfriendly to her and are difficult to guard against. Her feelings for Feng Heng are also constantly changing... And her brother is also facing a difficult relationship choice in the same year. The author studied in Harbin No. 3 Middle School in high school. Yes, I am a school girl from Chang'an in August. If you think that Puyu Middle School in my novel is somewhat similar to Zhenhua in appearance and temperament, then yes, the prototype of our stories is the same. I hope you can find yourself in this story, past or present.