trivial story

According to regulations, the division of arts and sciences should be in the second year of high school.The school is one step ahead, but the political history and geography classes of the science classes still have to be put on and on. The teachers turn a blind eye to the lectures, and the students are writing physics, chemistry and biology homework below.

Back at the dormitory at night, Gao Yiwu did different questions from the other three.

The school began to implement a monthly examination system in the first year of senior high school, claiming that a formal grade unified examination will be held once a month, and the entire grade will be ranked together so that teachers can monitor the changes in students' grades in real time.

"It's so bitter, so bitter!" Jiang Xiaoguang howled.

"In the future," Gao Yiwu flipped through the political textbook and said, "Maybe the exam will be taken once a week."

"Oh." Han Lian also sighed.

"When I do the questions every day, I always wonder whether the things I have learned are really useful." Feng Yun said wearily.

Gao Yiwu closed the book and replied seriously: "I have thought about this question too."

"What happened later, have you figured it out?"

Gao Yiwu nodded: "Think clearly. It is too early to talk about whether it is useful or not. It is like when people are repairing a house, it is meaningless to discuss whether the wooden floor is suitable or whether the wallpaper is good or not when digging the foundation, but the foundation must be there. , and be firm and sure.”

"What do you think?" He asked Fengyun.

Feng Yun was holding a cup, took a sip of hot water in his mouth, and nodded blankly.

At the beginning of May, the weather was already hot. After taking a nap and walking to the classroom, the heat from the concrete floor rushed directly to my body.

Taking advantage of the teacher's absence, Feng Yun drowsily copied the wrong English questions.The male teacher who taught geography held the textbook in his left hand and a globe in his right hand. As soon as he walked up to the podium and said hello to his classmates, the floor of the classroom began to shake.

Feng Yun saw the teacher's expression was obviously taken aback, and the light tube hanging from the ceiling vibrated back and forth.

"Earth, an earthquake!"

"Teacher has an earthquake!"

"Run!"

The whole school was blown up, and the students ran out in a swarm, and the ground could still be visibly shaken while they were running.

The globe hit the ground with a bang, and the ball fell out and rolled a long way.The geography teacher waved his arms at the front door of the classroom: "Students, run, run to the track and field!"

The Chinese teacher was holding the lesson plan. She must have just come upstairs and was about to go to the next class. At the corner of the stairs, she bumped into the fleeing students. Don't step on your classmates on the stairs!"

In just one or two minutes, thousands of students in the teaching building all ran to the track and field, and a group of them gathered together to discuss in fear.The class teachers were sweating profusely looking for students everywhere.

"Have they all come out?"

"Is there anyone else in the classroom?"

"Don't lean against the edge of the building!"

There was chaos and noise all around, and suddenly there was a swoosh on the radio, and the leader of the third year of high school held a wireless microphone and said: "Every class stands at the position of the flag raising ceremony, and the head teacher counts the number of people."

This time it was a mess, but the crowd began to form orderly crooked cubes.

The principal anxiously ran in from the entrance of the track and field with his mobile phone in hand.The grade leader and another teacher who asked the students to stand in the class before went up to meet them. When the teachers saw the principal coming, they all showed expressions of finding the backbone.

The noisy crowd began to calm down slowly, and the students sat on the grass and the plastic track and called home - they didn't know that countless people were anxiously making calls at almost the same time, but at this time it was completely unreachable .

The sun at 02:30 in the afternoon is so hot that people can't keep their eyes open.

On the rostrum, several teachers surrounded the principal and were arguing for some reason.After a while, Feng Yun heard a girl from the next class ask the head teacher if she could go back to the classroom and get her homework out.

The headmaster took the microphone and cleared his throat: "Students, be quiet! Just now, when the class was approaching, everyone felt it, and an earthquake happened. It is not yet clear how serious it is, and it is impossible to predict whether there will be another serious one. Aftershocks. For the safety of everyone, please do not leave the track and field. Do not enter the school’s teaching building dormitory until you are notified of the next step. I repeat, do not go back to the teaching building without notification!”

There was an uproar among the students.

Waiting until the evening, the teachers learned through various channels that a severe earthquake had occurred in the northwest, and the epicenter was in a county more than 900 kilometers away from the city.Rumors are flying all over the sky. Some people say that the earthquake is worse than the famous earthquake in the north almost 30 years ago. Some people say that the road leading to the epicenter is completely broken. No one knows what is going on inside.The most widely circulated news is that there will be aftershocks.When it was time for dinner, the school began to organize students to eat in the cafeteria in batches.At this time, the school took a negative attitude towards the news of the aftershocks, and rushed everyone back to the classroom for self-study after dinner.But the people were panicked, the specious news became more and more true, and with the passage of time, the situation of the earthquake center gradually spread through various channels. No one dared to joke about the safety of thousands of students until the lights were turned off. While sleeping, a group of teachers suddenly came in from the dormitory building, knocking on the door layer by layer and asking the students to put on the quilts and go to the playground to sleep.

Now the students are really nervous and scared.

Feng Yun turned over from the bed, a little worried: "Really going to the playground? Will there really be aftershocks?"

"Don't be afraid, let's hurry up." Jiang Xiaoguang rolled up the mat and got out of bed to put on his shoes.

Gao Yiwu was also putting away the mat, and while taking it back, he urged: "Fengyun, don't be dazed, take the quilt and pillow."

"The four of us will sleep together, and I will also bring a quilt." Han Lian jumped out of bed and went to touch his phone again.

Feng Yun hurriedly followed the troop all the way into the track and field field, all the xenon headlights on the sidelines were on, and the whole city was shrouded in a dark red sky-apparently there were a lot of sleepless people in other places too.

It was still the formation of the eternal flag-raising ceremony, with students from all classes huddling together.Gao Yiwu is on Fengyun's left, and the right is empty, and the next class is two meters away.

"I want to call my parents." He whispered, "But maybe they are already asleep, it's almost twelve o'clock."

"Call it," Gao Yiwu sat up and took out his phone, "I'll make a call too."

At this time, people in the surrounding area remembered that they had to call home.

Feng Yun was holding the phone, his palms were sweaty, but luckily it connected after it rang once: "Son, are you still asleep?" Shen's mother sounded quite refreshed.

"Mom," Feng Yun's nose was a little sour when he opened his mouth, and he paused before continuing: "Is Dad there too? Are you at home? The teacher asked us to come to the playground."

"Have you brought enough quilts? We're not at home. We came to the small square after dinner in the afternoon. There will be a mahjong table tonight. Let's see the situation tomorrow morning."

"Well, well, don't go home at night."

"I know."

Father Shen said over there: "Ask him if he has eaten. Is school still in session tomorrow?"

Feng Yun chatted with his parents for a while, and after confirming that they would not go home tonight, he reluctantly hung up the phone.

There was a lot of noise in the playground. After the students found a place to rest, the headlights on the side of the field were half turned off. The principal took the microphone and told the students who were still talking to go to bed quickly.

Feng Yunhu lay down in a chaotic state, and they brought out two mats and two quilts from their dormitory. Putting them together, the four of them slept sideways in a row, with their feet stretched out on the ground.

I only heard Jiang Xiaoguang say: "I don't know if there will be class tomorrow. We handed out a physics paper this morning, and I only finished half of it."

"You're still thinking about your homework." Han Lian laughed softly, then quickly hid his laughter, and said a little seriously: "I read online news at night saying that the earthquake was so serious that many people died."

Everyone was silent for a while, and after a while, Gao Yiwu turned his face to Fengyun's side, closed his eyes and advised, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

It was quite late, almost one o'clock in the morning.

Feng Yun pulled the corner of the quilt, feeling very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.He remembered that when he was a child, he was at his grandmother’s house during the summer vacation. The children’s family was full of bears, and his energy was very good. His grandmother took him to take a nap and told him to “close your eyes if you can’t fall asleep, and slowly you will really fall asleep.”So he tried to force himself to pretend to fall asleep, and gradually became really sleepy. In the dimness, he seemed to hear the principal persuading again: "Students, it is already two o'clock in the morning, so hurry up and rest."This night, I kept having fragmentary dreams. For a while, I was walking on the cross-river bridge, and the concrete bridge under my feet rolled like waves.

The chaotic night passed, and the sky brightened as usual.

At 06:30 in the morning, the class teachers, with dark circles under their eyes, informed the students to go back to the dormitory to pack up their things and go home quickly. They are tentatively scheduled for a four-day holiday and will return to school next Monday.

Feng Yun hugged the quilt and followed the crowd through the playground. The students were exhausted and nervous. Many of them had bloodshot eyes and tired faces.

School ended like this today, and the school's unchanging schedule was easily disrupted by changes in reality.

On the way home, even the people on the bus were discussing the earthquake, and people they knew and didn’t know chatted occasionally. It seemed that there were people affected everywhere. Schools were on holiday, companies were closed, shopping malls were closed, and breakfast on the roadside The shops were not open.

Fengyun was still a little numb when he got home, but Shen's father and Shen's mother stayed up all night and went back to work. They called him to tell him to eat well, be more alert, and run outside if there is a problem.

Almost every station on the TV was full of disaster relief news, and Feng Yun cooked the dumplings that had been frozen overnight, and watched them while eating.Only now did he truly see the actual impact of natural disasters—it was not ordinary disturbance of order, suspension of work and study, and rumors, but piles of collapsed buildings, broken bridges, and people under the ruins who should have been alive were killed. Unrecognizable corpses when rescued.

He watched the rolling news on the TV, unable to concentrate on other things at all, people in camouflage, white and orange jackets, crying old people, children and young people, the dusty reporters ahead, all these People flashed before his eyes one by one.

The phone dinged, and a message came in.

"Are you at home?" It was Han Lian.

Feng Yun wiped his nose with a tissue, and replied: "At home, I just finished eating and I'm watching TV."

"I'm also watching TV and watching the news."

After a while, Han Lian said: "We are quite far from the epicenter, so there shouldn't be any big problems."

Feng Yun watched the reporter and his colleagues on TV supporting each other on the mountain road around the collapsed national road, and felt a little confused: "I saw that the city's comprehensive channel said the same thing just now, and I plan to sleep for a while."

"I didn't sleep well last night, so did I. But don't sleep too deeply, be careful."

"know."

After washing the dishes, Fengyun turned on the TV, put the quilt on the sofa, and listened to one ear but the other. She didn't dream this time, maybe she was too tired. She slept until Shen's mother came back from get off work.

"Mom." He rubbed his eyes and sat up, seeing that Shen's mother was still holding the vegetables in her hand.

"Sleeping until now? I won't be able to sleep at night again." Shen's mother patted his head.

After a while, Father Shen also came back. As soon as he entered the door, he said that the unit would arrange someone to be on duty during this time, and he would not come back to sleep at night when it was his turn.

Feng Yun brought back some workbooks, which he laid out on his lap during the day, his eyes only on the TV, and on Saturday evening, he heard from his parents that his work unit was organizing donations.

This week has been such a mess.