There were still two minutes to go before the bell rang. Song Juncong pushed his draft book onto Qin Zong's desk. It read, "My deskmate, hurry up after class!"
"What are you doing?" Qin Zhen also wrote it in his draft book and pushed it back.
"Buy you a notebook."
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"I just hid that notebook behind another pile of notebooks. It must still be there."
As soon as Qin Zheng finished reading this sentence, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. When the teacher walked out of the classroom, Song Juncong also rushed out of the classroom. By the time she ran to the door of the cafeteria, Song Juncong was already paying with the book in hand.
It was still autumn in Qincheng in November. Song Juncong was neatly dressed in his silver-gray school uniform. He did not wear a jacket with the zipper unzipped, and the zipper was not fully zipped. Part of the black sweater was exposed from the collar of the school uniform. The hair that was originally straight in front of his forehead was blown into three-quarter lengths by sprinting all the way. With his fair face, he looked like a thick-filled Oreo from his shoulders. Oreo turned around and saw Qin Zheng at the door of the cafeteria, smiling proudly and raising the book in his hand to her.
I like a very beautiful star. I think it is more dazzling than the sun. I try my best to get closer to it, but it seems to be further away than the sun. I just wish that the star could jump down by itself. I will open my arms and catch it steadily. But at this moment, I felt that it was enough to just look up and see the star. These days of looking up at the stars and the brilliance of the stars at that time will always be in my memory, preserving the emotional temperature and making my ordinary teenage years bright and warm. Qin Zhen wrote this in his diary that night.
Intention: growth