While Xiao Han and Gao Junting were waiting for the bus at the station, Zhang Jie was on the phone with Yin Xinhui.

After Zhang Jie asked a few math questions, she asked Yin Xinhui for her email address and said she wanted to send her an email to pass the photos of the sports meeting to her.

Yin Xinhui forgot about this after hanging up the phone and never checked the email.

She was still sitting at her desk and reviewing her homework according to certain procedures. She was about to take the first mock exam in March of her senior year.

After dinner at night, Xinhui suddenly remembered Zhang Jie's phone call during the day, so she turned on the computer and logged into the email. Sure enough, there was Zhang Jie's email.

After she downloaded the attachment, she clicked on it.

After the high jump competition, she and Zhang Jie took the camera and looked at some photos together, but not all of them. This time, they looked carefully one by one.

The first dozen pictures are mostly Xiao Han's heroic jumping posture, from running up to flying, passing the pole to falling pads. There are also several photos of the main school team's high jump and the senior high school race.

That day in the high jump, Zhang Jie once said that Xiao Han was handsome. Xinhui often faced Lu Yanheng when she was in the third year of junior high school. After going to high school, she never thought that any boy was good-looking. So after listening to Zhang Jie's words and carefully watching Xiao Han, she only thought that he was good-looking.

Looking at it again now, I feel it is a bit different.

She lit the mouse hard and silently said in her heart: He is not as beautiful as Lu Yanheng.

This thought flashed through her mind and she felt a little relieved.

Look back one by one.

The last few photos were taken secretly by Zhang Jie while Xiao Han came over and talked to the three of them. The picture was not as clear as in the front.

Next, there are two photos taken by Xiao Han and the four first-year high school girls. Jia Peilin.

This person is quite popular, and a bunch of fans emerged after participating in a high jump.

She clicked the mouse and a photo jumped out.

It is a group photo after the high jump competition.

Looking at the person standing beside her, what she said to Xinya on New Year's Day sounded in her ears: "Look, can I be the kind of person who holds him every day to remember the past?"

Finally, I clicked the mouse, and the next photo was still a group photo, but this one was enlarged a little, which was clearer than the previous one.

Next, another photo popped up.

It was like a silver lightning flashing across the sky in the scorching heat that woke her up suddenly.

In the photo, Xiao Han had a slight smile on her face, and she was holding a drink and a coat in her hand. He was talking to her at the time. The sunlight in late November gently spread on the two of them, and the picture was quite harmonious.

At this moment, a sentence from Zhang Jie flashed through my mind: The scenes of your daily interactions with Xiao Han are quite harmonious.

Although the Spring Festival has just passed and the indoor temperature is still very low, she feels the heat in her heart keeps rising.

She looked at these photos with Zhang Jie on the day of the sports meeting, but she swore that she had never seen this photo before, probably because she accidentally skipped it.

Xinhui stared at the photo for a long time, and her heart kept churning. She could only smile bitterly in her heart: Zhang Jie, you have caused me a lot.

Then the window was quickly closed.

Xinhui walked to the balcony. It was a little cold. The oncoming wind blew on her face and made her shudder involuntarily.

She tightened her coat and looked up at the night sky. A semicircular moon hung in the sky, emitting cold and bright light. The ink blue sky looked extremely deep, with little starlight, and the starlight also exuded a little coolness.

Such a quiet night gradually calmed her heart.

My thoughts drifted back to one night not long ago. He finished playing the ball that evening, and he must have been very tired and hungry. Somehow she was in a bad mood. It started raining outside at that time, but he took his cell phone and taught her patiently to play games. He was so careless, but at that time he asked her very seriously: "Are you in a bad mood today?"

Thinking about it now, her heart became warm as if it was injected with the Gulf of Mexico warm current. It seemed that even the occasional wind that passed by became warmer.

During the winter vacation, students in Class 8 must complete 10 sets of math tests.

Xinhui wrote the answers on the last big question of the 10th set of math papers and let out a sigh: After finishing all of them, the work was finally completed. She slowly folded the papers and then folded them together with the remaining nine sets on the table.

She walked out of the room and looked at the calendar. There were two days left for winter vacation.

It was already 12:30 noon, so she turned on the TV and sat on the sofa. Today is the fifth day of the New Year. Her parents and Xinya went out to visit relatives. They had already left in the morning and stayed at their relatives’ house for dinner at noon. Today, she was the only one in the huge room.

The TV station is advertising. She adjusted a station, and on the screen, Chinese prodigy Ding Junhui leaned over on the snooker pool table, holding the club in his right hand, and staring at the billiard in front of him along the club.

Once, when the four of them had dinner together, Xiao Han once said that he often liked watching snooker games. In the early morning of the past few days, he was watching snooker when she sent him a text message to congratulate him on his birthday.

Xinhui was impulsive and did something: she ran into the bedroom, took out her cell phone on the table, made a text message, and then chose "Xiao Han" and sent it.

The sports channel is broadcasting videos of snooker.

After sending the text message, she began to watch the football game wholeheartedly. After about ten minutes, she took her phone while drinking water and found that there was an extra text message on it: Oh. I know, I'll go and check it out. I have a cold.

It was a text message received 7 minutes ago.

Xinhui was stunned for a long time, staring at her phone in a daze, digesting the content of the text message one by one.

oh.

knew.

I'll go and take a look.

I have a cold.

The four words "I have a cold" were infinitely amplified and rumbling in her mind.

Suddenly, the phone rang out, Xinhui jumped up and picked up the phone's receiver: "Hey?" The other hand held the phone, and the palm was sweating slightly.

"Xinhui, I, Xinya. It's already one o'clock now. Have you eaten? Do you want to bring you something to eat?" Xinya's voice came over.

Xinhui's thinking was a little confused and replied, "I've eaten. Oh no, I haven't eaten yet. You can bring it to me."

"Okay. Then you can eat something to fill your stomach first. We were on the way back, and my father said that we would be able to get home in about an hour." Xinya ordered.

"Xinya." Xinhui suddenly thought of something and hurriedly called out to her sister.

"What's up?"

"What should I pay attention to during a cold?" Xinhui asked quickly. She has never cared about these things. She only knows that she should drink more boiled water and rest more when she has a cold, so she is not very clear about the others. She never goes to the hospital for a cold and rarely takes medicine.

"What? Did you catch a cold?" Xinya remembered that her sister was fine when she went out this morning.

"Oh no." Xinhui always answered questions and answered her sister, and then explained: "A classmate of me caught a cold, so I asked and wanted to tell him." While using the remote control, the sound of the TV was lowered.

"I'm scared to death...Dad, mom, don't worry, Xinhui is fine." Xinya quickly reported her safety to her parents, then thought about it on the other end of the phone, and said, "Why are you having a cold, you should pay attention to rest more, take cold medicine, drink more boiled water, supplement vitamin C, and take VC Yinqiao Tablets." This is her experience.

"VC Yinqiao Tablet? What is that? How to write it?" Xinhui had never taken this medicine before. While listening to the phone, she took a pen to write down Xinya's words on the notebook.

Xinya explained to her how to write a few words. This sister is simply an idiot in life in some ways.

After putting down the phone, Xinhui began to write text messages.

If she had a cold herself, she would only drink boiled water and sleep a few times at most. How could she have such a worry? In the end, the saying came true: caring will cause chaos.

After typing a lot of content, she saw that the number of words that had exceeded the text message on her mobile phone, so she modified the wording, edited it until the number of words that were left was exactly the text message, and then sent it to it.

After saying so much, I don’t know if he will take a closer look.

His mother should have told him about these contents. Almost everyone in this world will suffer from a cold, and he has lived in this world for more than ten years?

Soon the phone was moving again.

——I have taken the medicine and I am a little sleepy.

So that's it. She breathed a sigh of relief.

——Then you go and rest quickly.

--Um.

Xinhui puts his cell phone well.

After lunch the next day, Xinhui sat at the desk for a while to review. After half an hour of chemistry, she suddenly remembered something and stared at the Nokia phone on the table. After a long time, she took it over and slowly wrote a text message: How about the cold?

Send it over.

After a few seconds, my phone immediately shook.

——I just woke up and was still sleepy...

It turned out that he had just woken up and the people with cold seemed to be sleepy as if they were dead. Xinhui imagined his eyes squinting and couldn't help but smile.

——Then keep going.

——Oh. I will contact you tomorrow.

So obedient? Are all sick people so well-behaved? Xinhui looks at the screen of her mobile phone.

The last morning of the winter vacation of senior high school, 10 o'clock.

Yin Xinhui began to pack up her back to school and put the textbooks and papers on her desk into her schoolbag.

A moment later, a text message was added on her phone: The cold is completely cured. Thank you for your concern.

Xinhui put her phone in place and walked outside the balcony. She opened her hands and supported the railing and looked down, with a long-lost peace on her face.

A few days have passed since the Spring Festival, and the earth has gradually regained its vitality. The sunlight shines quietly on the earth through the colorful leaves, making a peaceful scene.
Chapter completed!