trivial story

Later that afternoon, the grade teacher came to the class, first talked about the school spirit and discipline, and then severely criticized the students' puppy love.It was nothing at first, but at the end she called Zhou Xinqiao's name, told her to pay attention to her words and deeds, and said not to affect other students.

Zhou Xinqiao raised her head: "Teacher, you are not mistaken, are you saying I have a puppy love?"

The grade director sneered and said: "Don't make excuses. I saw Zhao Shiyun from Class [-] leading a group of people around the door looking for you. I only found out after asking. This kind of thing has happened several times. According to school regulations, puppy love is given As for the punishment, I have already let you go, I hope you will know the truth yourself."

Now Zhou Xinqiao quit, stood up abruptly, and the chair hit the ground directly: "Teacher, you have to have a solid foundation in what you say, okay, so many eyes in the class are watching, it is obvious that someone unilaterally harassed me, who knows him?" ah!"

The grade director has been teaching for many years, and it is common for students who are not responsible for discipline. He said calmly, "You don't have to argue with me. I have been a teacher in the fifth middle school for more than 20 years. I have never seen any students. You don't know him. Then why didn't he find someone else, just you?"

"He's crazy!" Zhou Xinqiao said angrily.

"Look at you, puppy love, affecting class order, and talking back to the teacher, do you look like a student?"

"Teacher," Zhao Rong raised his hand, "I live in the same dormitory with Zhou Xinqiao, I really haven't seen her puppy love."

"Yes, teacher," Yi Qingqing also said, "People from Class [-] came to make trouble at the door of our classroom by themselves, so what's the matter with our class!"

Zhou Xinqiao first argued with the grade director, but now someone was speaking for her, her eyes were red.

The homeroom teacher was originally standing outside the classroom, but also came in to smooth things over: "The director has no intention of wronging anyone. Please explain everything clearly. If it's a puppy love, let's deal with it according to the regulations. If it's not a puppy love, then..."

"Just deal with the troublemaker in Class [-]?" Yang Shu answered quickly.

"Disrupting the normal teaching order, of course this must be dealt with according to school regulations." Hao Dejun smiled falsely.

In the end, the grade director let the fire go and let it go.

Two days later, she suddenly came to the class again, this time she seemed to be a different person compared to Wednesday, with a kind smile on her face, she encouraged everyone from left to right, and there were very few voices responding to him. The teenagers in Shushan Tihai still don't quite understand what this change of attitude like changing faces means.

Meng Fei said: "I heard from people in Zhou Xinqiao's dormitory that the grade director asked her to apologize in private."

"It was originally the director himself who made a mistake."

"Hey, she was stubborn before, and she gave Zhou Xinqiao a warning if she wanted to make a mistake!"

"This is too much, the warning must be recorded in the file."

"Why did it happen again later?"

"You don't know about that," Meng Fei said mysteriously, "Zhou Xinqiao's father works in the Municipal Education Bureau."

Everyone suddenly realized that it turned out to be "someone in the family".

It's also fortunate that "there is someone at home", otherwise it would be so unlucky to have no place to reason with another classmate.Feng Yun admired Zhou Xinqiao for directly challenging the grade teacher that day in class, and couldn't help but feel lucky for her.

It is rare to encounter the title review work of provincial key middle schools this year. Every class has received a short-term notice that all boarding students in the school will return to the dormitory for self-study that night to clean up.

The boys' dormitory has always been a key supervision area for health work. The teachers also follow the political direction in their teaching work, and they even leave less homework that day.

Feng Yun took it as a sudden opportunity to relax, and all the inspection items that would normally make him anxious and irritable, such as putting toothbrushes in one direction in the whole dormitory, and no other things on the bunk except pillows and quilts, all became cute.

At this time, there are very few extracurricular activities. It is rare that the boys in the class still retain the habit of playing basketball on Fridays.Hou Bingtian was very unlucky when he took off and shot a basketball and stepped on someone else's foot. The person who was stepped on was fine, and his own ankle was swollen like a goose egg.

Fengyun helped him write the leave note and got it for Hao Dejun to sign, and was taught a lesson on his behalf in the office, Yu Dashuang and Fan Jing took turns to take him to the taxi after school, and Hou Bingtian thanked them with a nod and bow when he came back, and brought a lot of food with him the next day In the class, those who said they had helped him formed a revolutionary friendship with him in the trenches of the third year of high school.

And Hao Dejun said in the class almost heartbroken: "Students in the third year of high school, do you realize that you are already in the third year of high school, ah? At this time, don't participate in dangerous activities. Hou Bingtian, tell me, if you You will take the college entrance examination tomorrow, what if you hurt your feet today? What if you hurt your writing hand? Do you want to repeat the study next year?" He touched the sweat on his forehead: "It's been more than two years of hard work, students, please bear with me. You will be free, and you should pay attention in your spare time, and at this time, everything must be for your own future."

Feng Yun understood Hao Dejun's mentality of "future only" as the head teacher, and besides his parents, no one really worried about the future of these brats like him.He is right, he has worked hard for a long time, although he may be suspected of choking, but it is better not to waste all previous efforts due to avoidable accidents.After Hou Bingtian's incident, the extracurricular sports activities in the class have obviously shrunk, and everyone is staring at the final battle not far away, gearing up.

In the middle of the third year of high school, the school began to actively adjust the learning rhythm of the graduating class, and tried every means to insert programs in the middle of the curriculum to distract students from excessively tense attention.In the past years, the third year of senior high school did not participate in the school art festival exhibition, but this year it was included for the first time. Feng Yun, the propaganda committee member, had nothing to do for a long time. Once he was picked out, he led a few students in their class during evening self-study. A small part of the wall that I arrived was painted and written.

In the evening in early December, the cold wind was like a knife.Feng Yun breathed hot air into the palm of his hand, which was wet for a while, but it was even colder and biting cold.

Jiang Keying and Zhou Xinqiao were arguing whether to use Mengfei's composition or Wang Xinxin's composition for the third edition. They came and went, and neither could convince the other.Feng Yun vaguely felt that the two girls did not actually have such a big difference, but instead turned the discussion into a small game, as if they were going to spend the time before 10:30 on it, so as to avoid self-study like an ostrich .This kind of speculation reached its peak when the two of them were arguing and went to the office to find a Chinese teacher with two essays.

Interesting and interesting, Feng Yun even felt a little subtle humor in it.He finally warmed his right hand in the pocket of his down jacket, and then wrote slowly.The lights in the corridor on the first floor are very dim, probably just to prevent people walking in front of each other from bumping into each other.Glancing at the light coming from the door of the high school classroom on the opposite side, the eyes are even more dazzled.Fortunately, the text was written with a large marker pen, the goal was to be square, but the actual effect was rustling in the night wind.

"Written what?"

Han Lian folded his arms and leaned against the railing. "Aren't you cold?" he asked again.He asked for leave that day to go home. He was supposed to leave after two self-study sessions like other commuting students. For some reason, he stayed on the first floor to watch Fengyun write.

"It's cold." Feng Yun replied without turning his head: "Write something casually, as if there is content, just flicker."

Just fool around.Han Lian knew that Feng Yun usually had this kind of thoughts on things that he didn't care about, like a rebellious child pretending to be serious, but he still wants to show a small part of the fox's tail behind his meticulousness.

"Let me see," he leaned closer and said, "...the fine vines of your afterlife will take root in my heart, and your fragrance will become my softest breath..."

He only picked a section that he happened to see.

In the cold winter night, Feng Yun felt his ear tips were burning. He silently finished the last sentence in his heart, as if he had completed a ceremony, and he couldn't continue writing after he stopped writing for a long time.

For a moment, both of them fell into a strange silence.

Feng Yun rubbed his hands, quickly finished writing the next page, without thinking about what he wrote, turned around and said, "Okay, I'm done."

Han Lian stared at him blankly, as if he had just returned from a fugue, turned his head to look at the crack in the door of the next class and said, "Oh, you've finished writing."

"Are you cold?" he asked again.

Before waiting for an answer, Han Lian reached out and put the back of his hand on Feng Yun's cheek in a strange way.That means, it seems that I originally wanted to touch it with my fingertips, but my hand has already been stretched out. When I came to my head and wrist, I turned the back of my hand, touched it briefly, and felt cold.

Feng Yun's mind was blank, his cheeks were on fire, and he didn't know whether he was cold or hot.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Han Lian rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Are you stupid?"

Feng Yun tried his best to calm down his breathing, but felt warm on his head, Han Lian took off his hat and put it on his own head, and then his heart seemed to be on a rocket, and he flew towards the thin air and flew towards the thin air. Flying outside the atmosphere, the first cosmic velocity is 7.9 kilometers per second, the second cosmic velocity is 11.2 kilometers per second, and the third cosmic velocity is 16.7 kilometers per second... In a few seconds, he wrote the textbook about The focus of the law of universal gravitation is from the beginning to the end, and the heart rate points to one hundred and three all the way.

At this time, the frightening bell rang suddenly, and many students who had been dawdling all night finally waited for the signal for self-study. The whole building almost immediately became noisy, rushing back to the dormitory to take a shower, and students who went to the cafeteria for supper swarm out.

Feng Yun finally came back to his senses, lifted his woolen hat, and said dully: "Go back."

"Oh." Han Lian stepped aside from the hurrying classmates, and followed Feng Yun back to the classroom.The two were one behind the other, one was collecting materials in the school bag, and put them in without looking at what they were, and the other was putting away the umbrella at the back of the classroom, and couldn't buckle the belt after tugging for a long time. ulterior motive.

Han Lian walked to the back of the classroom with his schoolbag, stretched out his hand to help Feng Yun fasten the umbrella, and said seriously, "Then I'm going home."

"Oh, good." Feng Yun felt the tips of his ears burning again: "Go back, be careful on the way."

The first examination, the end of the period, the second examination, and the third examination, the four city-wide ranking exams passed by, and Feng Yun's score fluctuated around 610 points.The attitude of the teachers towards the students is becoming more and more gentle, and sometimes they even take the initiative to ask whether this will cause too much homework and whether they should do this again next time. "It's like a masochistic addiction," Monphy commented.

In the past, Fengyun often took a detour to buy books. The store closed when he was a sophomore in high school.Fengyun likes his wife's cakes very much. The crispy skin is crispy and the melon filling is melted. He often detours there after school on weekends.

This Saturday was the same, he was picking out the freshly baked pastries, and saw a new variety in the store, and was about to ask, a person came in at the door and shouted: "Boss, I called this afternoon to order a box of butterfly cakes... …Shen Fengyun, why are you here?"