First year.
Qin Luo was sitting in the classroom of Experimental Middle School, in the first row near the door.
Cool in winter and warm in summer.
Floating up and down in a sea of topics, dealing with chemistry, physics, politics and history every day. I made one set after another of mathematics papers. I memorized the classical Chinese text over and over again. I did one question after another in English reading.
One day there was a heavy fog, and the surrounding area was completely white. Qin Luo raised his head from the desk covered with books, as if he remembered something. He buried his head and continued to memorize classical Chinese.
This year, Qin's mother never saw Qin Luo turn off the lights before eleven o'clock. Every eleven-thirty, Qin's mother would always send a glass of milk to remind Qin Luo to go to bed early.
This year, Qin Luo always had a black cat pendant beside his pillow.
Also in this year, Qin Luo was admitted to the provincial No. 1 Middle school.
In the second year, Qin Luo came to the freshman registration office. He stood at the notice board for a long time, but there was no name Li Bingbing on it.
In the third year, Qin Luo still sat in the first row near the door, the same seat that was cool in winter and warm in summer. He may be trying to tell himself that he can only meet Li Bingbing if he works harder.
In the fourth year, Qin Luo didn't think of Li Bingbing at all. Now Qin Luo just wanted to study hard, and then asked her face to face why she hadn't come to see him for four years. But there was still the black cat hanger next to his pillow.
Intention: Waiting for love
