chapter 11

Daisy suddenly came back to her senses, blinked, and hurriedly took out her cell phone to play the song for people to listen to.

Seeing Daisy step forward to talk to people, the art committee member finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Daisy, you were dragged to the art classroom by me, but it turned out that the performance repertoire had already been thought out.

However, the arts committee member was extremely grateful to Daisy for successfully solving this problem.

The art committee member felt very good, but Daisy did not feel so good at the time.

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Daisy's memories. She put aside the photo album she found from the storage box, then got up and opened the door.

The one who knocked on the door was Ava, her mother. She was holding a cup of hot milk in her hand and asked casually: "Daisy, what are you looking at? It took me so long to open the door."

Daisy paused, and before she could say anything, her mother saw the photo album she had casually put aside.

Mother Ava laughed teasingly and said, "You really can't leave Adam for a moment. You finally get to stay home for a night and you still go back to your room to look at his photos."

Daisy was a little at a loss. She blinked and followed her mother's gaze. Only then did she realize that the photo on the page of the album was a snapshot of her and Adam performing at the party.

The background was the auditorium of their school, and there were only the two of them and a pure white grand piano on the stage.

Two spotlights shone down from the top of their heads. Adam's hair, like seaweed, was full of luster under the light. He wore a black suit with a combination of white and black.

Daisy, on the other hand, was under another beam of chasing light. Her long hair was tied up behind her head, and her pure black slim-fitting ballet suit showed off her slender waist, making her look like the little ballerina in the music box.

Mother Ava placed the milk on the table, smiled, and sat down next to Daisy, then reached out and took the photo from the album.

"I remember this is when you started pestering Adam."

Daisy was silent for a moment, and finally nodded nostalgically.

Yes, he was the Adam who had been pestered by her since that party.

For a fourteen-year-old girl, the moment she first falls in love is like the eternal moment of a planet exploding in the universe.

She still remembered that in order to cooperate well with each other, she and Adam spent almost all their free time in the art classroom a week before the party.

Adam is a person who is strict with himself, and he will definitely do everything he is responsible for perfectly.

Daisy seemed to be affected by him. During that week, in addition to the things she usually needed for class, she also had a pair of pointe shoes in her schoolbag that she hadn't worn in almost two years.

This dance is Daisy's favorite, and the one she practices the most.

The two of them worked so hard, and the final result naturally did not disappoint.

Their collaborative performance made huge waves on the day of redemption.

It was also from that time that Adam completely moved into Daisy's heart.

Looking back now, the song she chose was really appropriate for the occasion.

The singer composed the song to commemorate his deceased wife, and in the end, she also became Adam's deceased wife.

Ava didn't stay in her room for too long and left after chatting with her for a while.

As a patient, Daisy would naturally not stay up late. She carefully put the photos back into the album, and then stuffed the album back into the bottom of the box where it had never seen the light of day.

She couldn't bear to throw away the good times she spent with Adam, and she didn't want to see the photos recording their years again.

So she had no choice but to seal those memories and photos into the darkness that never saw the light of day.

Perhaps because the memory was too profound, that night, Daisy dreamed of herself when she was fourteen again.

After that party, Daisy and Adam formed a strange friendship, but this was not the biggest change in their school lives.

The biggest change was the love letters and small gifts that flooded into their drawers.

Central Private Middle School can be said to be the most luxurious private middle school in City A, and it is even nicknamed "the back garden of the rich" in the eyes of outsiders.

The children who attended the school were all from wealthy and powerful families. They were only 13 or 14 years old, which was the time when they were extremely curious about love affairs.

Daisy and Adam, who were "instantly famous," were the best objects for them to project their emotions on.

Central Middle School's lunch does not stipulate that students must eat in the cafeteria, so many parents choose to have their nannies go to school to deliver meals to their children at noon.

Ava is naturally one of them to send food via a nanny.

It was just that Daisy was really annoyed by those so-called suitors these days, so after getting her lunch, she didn't go to the cafeteria. Instead, she carried the lunchbox and walked through several paths to the rooftop of the laboratory building.

Sometimes Daisy really regretted taking on this mess of a cooperative program. If she hadn't performed on stage at that time, she could now openly write love letters and give gifts to Adam to pursue him.

Instead of avoiding those students who deliberately try to chat with her as if she were famous.

However, Daisy is quite open-minded. Now she has some connection with Adam. As the saying goes, "the early bird catches the worm," and this is the only benefit this program has brought to her.

Thinking of this, Daisy reached out and pushed open the door to the rooftop, and then she saw Adam, who, like her, had run to the rooftop to eat and hide from others.

The two looked at each other and saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.

At this time, Daisy, who had already secretly fallen in love with Adam, also had a look of joy on her face.

At this time, Adam had not yet grown into the cold and taciturn boy he would be when he grew up. Now he could only be regarded as a quiet little boy who was quiet and serious.

"You're here too." Daisy came to her senses first, bent her gaze towards the other party, and said with a smile.