The green plums wither and the bamboo horses grow old.

From now on, the people I love are like you...

Where should the story begin? In the depths of Yin Hao's memory, there is a primary school with the name Jingyu. He has never been to that place, but he has heard its name countless times and witnessed its photos again and again, because that place is the first place where Lin Wangyuan and Wen Buhui met.

In 2003, Jingyu Primary School was quite famous throughout Tiancheng, and the same was true for the classrooms of Class 5 (2), and the story begins here.

"Knock...Knock...Knock..."

Accompanied by the sound of high heels hitting the ground, the children in the classroom all stood up straight and sat obediently in their respective positions. Even the most naughty little boy in this class could only stick out his tongue helplessly at this moment, and did not dare to do anything mischievous.

The first class on Monday is often self-study, but today, their class teacher came in.

"Classmates!" The female teacher smiled and said, "Today was originally everyone's self-study class. I'll delay a few minutes. I'll introduce you to two new friends... Wen Buhui and Luo Ling. They are both transfer students who come in as top students. Everyone should help you in the future!"

The teacher's name is Jiang Li, who is about thirty years old. Although she has been proficient in maintenance, she can't erase the wrinkles on her cheeks.

As a primary school class teacher and Chinese teacher, her work is very heavy, and most importantly, she is extremely worried. The wrinkles on her cheeks are undoubtedly embedded in the white ash of chalk, and letting time wash them, they will probably only get heavier and heavier.

Class 5 (2) is not a worry-free class, she knows this more than anyone else.

The reason why this class is famous is never because of its excellent grades. On the contrary, they are in the bottom position in the entire county. So suddenly two high-quality top students are undoubtedly an opportunity for her teaching career, so how can she not be happy?

After Jiang Li's words fell, a little girl stood on the podium in the direction of her finger.

"Hello everyone, my name is Wen Buhui. I hope I can make friends with you in the future!"

The tender voice was very clear and nice, without any impurities or emotions. The girl stood quietly on the podium, with no extra words except for such a brief introduction.

However, the audience burst into laughter, and chaotic voices sounded from every corner.

"Wen Bu Hui? Haha, what's the name??"

"Just...just...how could there be such an ugly name!"

“…”

The discussions were heard one after another, and Jiang Li on the stage had already shouted "quiet" a lot, but unfortunately it was useless.

As the saying goes, the law does not punish the public. Even if they are children and do not understand this principle, they still know the benefits of making trouble while in the chaos. No matter how irritable the head teacher in front of him is, he will never kick them out of the classroom because of such a trivial matter.

The girl on the stage couldn't help but flash a trace of disappointment in her eyes, but the original joy disappeared in an instant.

However, she has already become familiar with such a scene. This is not the first time she has encountered it, isn’t it? There will always be people who laugh at her name. If it weren’t for this, why should she turn away from the original school?

No matter where she was, there was such a hateful person, no, or everyone was so annoying. She thought about it this way, and the hatred in her eyes arose, and she had no fondness for this new school, new class, and new classmates.

......

"It's enough, it's so noisy!" At this moment, a boy's voice sounded. Although it was also young, his tone was filled with violence that was not of this age.

Wen Buhui raised his head and looked at the source of the sound. He was a boy sleeping on the table. He looked at his side face and seemed to be sleeping very calmly, but there seemed to be a kind of sophistication that was not of this age.

It was like a dreamy speech, but at the moment of exiting, the entire classroom became completely quiet.

Teacher Jiang Li on the stage was also stunned, then had a moment of helplessness. She never thought that since her words were not as effective as such a child. However, after all, she was at this age and it was easy to understand. If she provoked the teacher, at most she would be punished to stand. However, provoking such a child king is not a trivial matter.

Taking advantage of the rare quietness in the class, Jiang Li began to arrange seats for them after introducing the two. Unfortunately, no one was willing to accept Wen Buxuan.

Although the children's ideas are not as cunning as adults, they are inevitably quite cautious. If they are at the same table with Wen Buhui, the name alone will attract a lot of ridicule, but I am afraid that it will inevitably affect them by then.

"So ask everyone's opinions again. Is there anyone who is willing to be at the same table with him? If not, then I can only sit in the last row... Is there any?" Jiang Li asked again unwillingly.

The last row is not a good place, there is no one there, and no one has ever sat there. Not to mention the farthest distance from the podium and the teacher’s sight, what is more important is that in such a place, you will inevitably feel isolated and abandoned.

Wen Buhui's expression trembled slightly, but then he felt relieved. Perhaps this was good.

But just when everyone felt that no one would be willing to be her deskmate, and even when she was holding her small schoolbag and walking towards the last row, in a corner of Yu Guangli, the boy who was not sociable suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his palm slightly, and he directly took the schoolbag on the chair next to him into his drawer, and then said lazyly, "You sit here!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around again and changed his position to fall asleep. But he didn't expect that because of such a small move, the whole classroom was in trouble, and even Jiang Li felt a little incredible.

When I first entered Jingyu Primary School, the boy had no classmates. For five years, only today is an exception.

A smile flashed in her eyes. She didn't know whether such a change was good or bad, but at least, it solved Wen Buhui's seat problem.

......

After Jiang Li left, the classroom returned to the original lively "study class", but these children glanced at Wen Buhui from time to time.

"Hey, what's your name?" Wen Buhui looked at the boy next to him and plucked up the courage.

It’s just a pity that the boy’s eyelashes moved, but he didn’t respond to her. Looking at the brand new homework book on the table, the neat name poured into her heart.
Chapter completed!