rebirth chores

Xu Xiaowen stands at a fork in the road of life.His mind is as confused as his eyes, but there is no guidepost in life to indicate which direction he should go, and there are no bright lights, candles, navigation lights... It's useless, it's broad daylight now!

So he can only continue to be confused.

Then, a roaring sports car ran past, bumped into his fragile body, knocked down the bus stop sign on the side of the road, and crashed into the shop on the side of the road.Clang, bang, bang, screams, curses, sparks splashed from the violent friction between metals... It's really a pot of eight-treasure porridge.Xu Xiaowen sighed.

That's great, don't be confused!

The transparent Xu Xiaowen watched with great interest the police cars and ambulances approaching, and the crowd chatting lively.In his whole life, except for getting No.1 in the elementary school exam, he has never received such attention on any occasion.

I was born in obscurity, but at least died with great vigor!Xu Xiaowen is quite complacent.

Then, Xu Xiaowen's transparent body floated, floated, floated, until the consciousness was blurred, and he didn't know anything.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer at the fork in the road, but he was still confused.

This time is really confused!

What's the situation?

Facing his nagging middle-aged man, ah no, why are young women so familiar?which school?What score?Xu Xiaowen was at a loss.

In a daze, as if the brain had turned into bean paste.He ate with a bowl, and was chased away by the young woman, watching her clean up the dishes.

A thrill—

"Mom—" he yelled loudly, that voice... like Dong Cunrui's roar before blowing up a bunker, like Huang Jiguang's mournful cry before he blocked a machine gun...

The other party was also shocked, and slapped him on the forehead.

"The ghosts are crying and screaming to death!"

A slap brought back Xu Xiaowen's IQ.

"Mom, what did you say just now?" There was a flash of light in his mind, after countless thoughts, Xu Xiaowen finally asked this question in a whisper.

The young mother who survived from his family was so angry that she put down the pile of rice bowls in her hands and slapped him on the head again.

"I was asking in vain just now? You eat when you eat, and your eyes are only on the TV. Is there a day when the TV will end? Ah? Watch it while eating and doing homework? Let's see if I don't throw it away someday." !!!..."

You just can't bear it!Xu Xiaowen ran away with his head in his arms, not forgetting the slander.It was angry, sad, pleasantly surprised, illusory, and... indescribably complicated.

Xu Xiaowen squatted at the door and played with the weeds growing on the ground.The weeds are no thicker than a thumb, and they are effortless, and the roots are covered with mud.Xu Xiaowen treats weeds like vegetables in the field and piles them up into neat piles.It's not his game, it's just a habit.When he thinks about things, he will unconsciously make some regular movements.For example, tearing a piece of paper into countless pieces, such as chopping a piece of rubber with a knife.

"Xu Xiaowen—catch crabs—go or not—" A boy in army green shorts with his upper body yelled from a long distance away.

Xu Xiaowen looked up and saw a strange little face, which he didn't recognize.So he lowered his head again and continued to pull weeds, thinking about his thoughts.

The boy ran closer: "Xu Xiaowen, do you want to go? There are Gao Yan, Huang Jun, Zeng Mingyuan and the others."

Xu Xiaowen raised his head and glanced at the boy.The names of the people he said are a bit familiar, they seem to be elementary school classmates.So is this guy?

"Don't go."

"Have you been scolded?" The boy asked curiously when he saw him sullen.

Xu Xiaowen was not in the mood to talk to the other party, and didn't say a word.

The boy felt bored, asked a few more questions, got the answer that Xu Xiaowen would definitely not go, and left by himself.

Xu Xiaowen stopped weeding, he stared blankly at his little arms and legs.I said a few words just now, and all of this seems to have a sense of reality.He touched the top of his head, and the few slaps his mother slapped seemed to be painful.

So, it's not a dream!He really went back to his childhood!

His mother asked him which school he applied for in junior high school.He speculated that he should have returned to the year he graduated from elementary school, or more accurately, it should be the summer vacation of the sixth grade of elementary school.

Or just filled out the application...Xu Xiaowen stood up abruptly, and ran after the boy before: "Hey——do you know where Teacher Li lives?"

In Xu Xiaowen's life of more than 20 years, countless regrets have occurred, some can only be called trivial, and some are related to fate, big and small.But Xu Xiaowen only remembers the one in front of him... maybe the first one.

Standing at a fork in the road of life, no one tells you which way is right.You don't know what the future holds... Every choice is an unknown, every choice is a risk.

Xu Xiaowen followed Xue Bin to the teachers' dormitory of the town primary school.It is said that his elementary school head teacher, Mr. Li, lived in this early apartment building.

He remembered that today was the second day after completing his junior high school volunteers.He is going to change his will.

"Do you really want to change your choice? Are you sure about No. [-] Middle School?" Xue Bin, who led the way, worried for his classmates: "I have already filled it out, can I still change it? Will Teacher Li let you change it?"

"Just ask and you'll know." Xu Xiaowen replied.In fact, he himself is not sure. He has almost no memory of what the entrance system was like 20 years ago, but even rebirth has happened to him, so it shouldn't be a problem to change a volunteer, right?It's not the college entrance examination.

According to Xu Xiaowen's original footsteps.After graduating from elementary school this year, his choice is No. [-] Middle School.

Fang County, where Xu Xiaowen was born, is a typical small city, but it is very close to the provincial capital. Even 20 years ago, it took only two hours by car. Several local officials paid more attention to political achievements, so they developed well.To be more specific, he was born in a small town on the edge of Fang County, called Quanzhen, which happened to be on the edge of the city.

The year he entered junior high school, the only four middle schools in Fang County became three middle schools.He vaguely remembered that at that time, the students were all directly admitted to the middle school in their hometown according to their household registration. At that time, the middle school was so rare that it happened to be the Quanzhen Middle School where Xu Xiaowen was born.Whether the reason for the disappearance of Quanzhen Middle School was restructuring or acquisition or something else, elementary school students don’t care about it, and what parents care about is that all students in Quanzhen Town can enroll in the other three middle schools in the county. Raise the middle.

According to the strength ranking of the three schools, the order from good to bad is County No. 20 Middle School, County No. [-] Middle School, and County No. [-] Middle School.When Xu Xiaowen was in elementary school, his grades were very good. He hesitated for a long time that year, and filled in No. [-] Middle School just to be on the safe side.Later, he went to the No. [-] Middle School to study, and his grades were still very good—but he could only be considered very good in the No. [-] Middle School, and he was at the bottom of the No. [-] Middle School.In addition to partial subjects, after graduating from junior high school, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to go to the first middle school.His grades are not enough.So I continued to study in No. [-] Middle School. After graduating from high school, I failed to get into a bachelor’s degree. I went to a junior college and couldn’t find a good job.

Regardless of whether the rebirth was a dream or a joke from God, Xu Xiaowen took action for the first time.Change starts from this moment.

He wants to go to the No. [-] Middle School, and he cannot let the spirit of the No. [-] Middle School who would rather be a chicken head than a queen dominate him.

After hearing Xu Xiaowen's reason for coming, Teacher Li didn't get angry or feel that Xu Xiaowen had caused him trouble, but had an expression that he should have done so long ago. "Fortunately, I have a blank volunteer form here. You can fill it out—I'll tell you that Lin Lulu's grades are not as good as yours and you dare to apply for No. [-] middle school. Why are you so timid?" Teacher Li's tone was a little bitter.

Xu Xiaowen, who has just turned 13, is different from most boys. Because of his own experience, his mother has always been very strict with him, and she insists on controlling a half-grown boy into a gentle girl.The teachers in the school all liked Xu Xiaowen to varying degrees.

Note: 90.00% of teachers in Quanzhen Central Primary School are female.

Sometimes, the synonym of quietness includes timidity.

Just like Xu Xiaowen, the reborn Xu Xiaowen still remembers that he was really timid when he was in elementary school, not even as good as some girls of the same age.He didn't dare to refute the tone of other people's words, and he was a bit submissive.

Although Teacher Li was happy about the purpose of Xu Xiaowen's sudden visit, he was also a little surprised because he knew the child's personality.But she didn't think much about it, she just thought it was the request of the adults in the family.

Teacher Li teaches Chinese, and Xu Xiaowen's Chinese is very good, so I can't help but tell him a few words, such as maintaining good reading habits, not relaxing in mathematics, not being partial to subjects, and working hard when the difficulty of schoolwork increases after entering a higher school, etc.

Xu Xiaowen nodded obediently.The obedient appearance made Teacher Li feel more at ease.

After successfully filling out the application form, I handed over the form to Mr. Li, who was surprised by the beautiful handwriting. "Xu Xiaowen, have you practiced calligraphy?"

Xu Xiaowen's heart skipped a beat. How can a 33-year-old write the same words as a 13-year-old?He has tried his best to learn the imaginary child's handwriting, but he is not very clear about what a child's handwriting looks like, let alone his own handwriting 20 years ago.I secretly complained in my heart, but smiled shyly on my face and said: "My mother said that my handwriting is like a dog crawling, and I practiced my notes for a whole day yesterday."

"Oh, it's good to practice calligraphy. It's even better if you stick to it." Teacher Li still has a strange feeling in his heart, but he can't think of anything strange.Put away Xu Xiaowen's volunteer form and ask him to go back and wait for the news. After closing the door, Teacher Li realized that it is impossible to practice calligraphy so well in one day! ?

Not to mention the unsolved mystery in Teacher Li's heart, Xu Xiaowen walked out of the classroom and dormitory area with a cold sweat.

Like most students, Xue Bin was full of reverence for the teacher. He took Xu Xiaowen to the door of the teacher's apartment and refused to go in.He was bored waiting outside, and finally saw Xu Xiaowen coming out, hurriedly leaned forward and asked curiously: "How is it? What did Teacher Li say?"

"Changed, go back and wait for news." Xu Xiaowen strode towards home.

"Are you going to catch crabs?" Xue Bin was still thinking about the crabs in the river.

"I'm not going, I have something to do when I go back." Xu Xiaowen didn't want to catch crabs.

"What's the matter?" Xue Bin asked.

Xu Xiaowen is a bit annoying, he has never been a person who likes to play with children. "My mother called me. I don't know either."

Xue Bin stopped asking, cut off, and ran away by himself.

Xu Xiaowen breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, moving out of the parents is the most useful.In the ignorant minds of children, parents and teachers are the most authoritative people in the world and exist like gods