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As soon as autumn comes, the cicadas grow weaker, and they go through the last journey of life like a formality.

On the contrary, the sound of walking up the stairs with high heels in the corridor is very strong, like a walking punching machine.

Yuan Mu recognized that it was Sister Li from the fifth floor, and thought it was funny, what kind of posture should the two thin and slender heels under his feet be able to produce such a mighty noise?I'm afraid it's because the waist is concave, the hips are bent, the back is bent, the palms are pressing on the knees, and the thighs are showing unsightly muscle lines-even if you step out of the round hole as you wish, the soles of the feet made of copper and iron will hurt, right?

Fang Qiong, who got up and took the food back to the refrigerator, was annoyed when she heard the movement, and she was not polite in putting the dishes down.

Yuan Mu has such an ability, separated by a door, he can tell which sounds are happy, which are angry, and which are unintentional, just by listening to them.

He wasn't born with it, but when he practiced it, he himself didn't know it.

Sure enough, the hole punching machine was getting far away and was about to disappear above the head. Fang Qiong opened the door and shot out, pinching his throat and saying: "Who is this? It looks like you are going to demolish a house when you walk. Everyone, check what time it is. The doll is asleep. There will be more shots tomorrow." In class, if you disturb the people, don't you know!"

Yuan Mu didn't intend to sleep, it was Yuan Cha who fell asleep.

But when he heard this, he got up and turned off the big light bulb in the room, sat back at the desk and turned on the small desk lamp. Under the lamp were the pens and paper that Qiu Yu returned after class during the day.

Every make-up day, Yuan Mu would recycle their class notes to check the annotations, and tonight was the first to read the extra copy.

During Qiu Yu's childhood when he never saw the sun, besides the junior high school competition questions, he must have also practiced hard-tipped pen calligraphy.

At first glance, the eloquent characters have the style of everyone, but on closer inspection, the strokes are a bit more outlandish and uninhibited.

The first page only wrote a title, copying Yuan Mu's typo.

Continue to turn back, two or three words squeezed into the header of the page, roughly summarizing the important and difficult points of knowledge, leaving no blank space in the rest of the page, full of messy calculations.

On the third page, Yuan Mu's expression loosened.

There was a sentence lined up on the waist of the paper, and it was written most carefully and beautifully in the whole article—"Mr. Yuan, how am I doing today?"

Yuan Mu held the red pen and rubbed his chin against his lips, not knowing what to do.

With a "tsk", he leaned forward slightly, straightened his arms, and opened a corner of the curtain with the tip of his pen.

There was no light on the balcony opposite, so he just looked at it silently for a while.

How am I doing today?

It was difficult for Qiu Yu to remember that Yuan Mu also asked him the same question.

At that time, the primary school they attended was privately run, a few streets away from the vegetable market.

The site is only a small playground and a teaching building. If there are two classes attending physical education class together, the situation of free activities will not be much different from that of ringing the bell to dismiss the get out of class.

The teaching staff of private schools is astonishingly small. Usually, one teacher is responsible for the two subjects of language and mathematics in a class. With such a small number of people, it is difficult to fill the two offices.

The quality of teachers is also uneven, Yuan Mu thinks that his class has the one with the worst quality.

After tossing and folding a Chinese test paper for a few days, I finally got to the second reading comprehension with tortoise steps.

Yuan Mu leaned on the table, squeezed his face against the back of his hands, and looked at Qiu Yu who was two aisles diagonally ahead.

He has no purpose, not on purpose, who let the eyes get bored, floating around and falling on him.

The teacher has always talked a lot of nonsense, talking about what her son had for dinner last night and how long did he do his homework.

Yuan Mu rolled his eyes inwardly, he would rather hear the chickens raised by Aunt Liu downstairs clucking and cackling.

And Qiu Yu sat upright in his field of vision, as if facing an imperial edict.

Yuan Mu's eyes turned to the red 79 on the test paper in front of him, thinking in a daze, maybe this is the reason why the man got 87 points in the test and was kicked out of the house and made to kneel.

Yuan Mu still can't forget the winter night a few days ago.

Aunt Xu Yiqing was cruel to Qiu Yu, but Qiu Yu was equally cruel to him.

Otherwise, why don't you be afraid, don't be afraid, don't beg for mercy, kneel straight in the middle of the street, don't see any weakness, but want to obey.

Qiu Yu didn't return the down jacket the next day, but after taking the copy of the book, he bowed to Yuan Mu in a serious way, and said thank you in a serious way, but his attitude was still intimacy and hard to get close to.

What can I do to make friends with Qiu Yu?

He has no purpose, not on purpose, who makes Qiu Yu different from others.

The way you look at people is different, the way you look when you are alone is different, and the frustration you have when talking with people is also different.

Everywhere is special, it is natural to attract people to approach him, no wonder Yuan Mu pays attention to him for a long time without reason.

"Yuan Mu got up and showed everyone."

Yuan Mu sat upright with a thud, it seemed that her son had finished his daily life, his intuition was not good, he was as motionless as a mountain: "What are you demonstrating?"

The teacher folded his arms and fanned the test paper in his hand, "Look at the sentence 'the dolphin jumped out of the water' and demonstrate this."

Yuan Mu was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"stand up."

Shaking his head.

"Come on, come to the podium!"

The whole class was frightened by the severe scolding, and they stared at Yuan Mu closely. Several of them learned from the teacher's uneasy expression, and their eyebrows were twisted into twists.

On the contrary, Yuan Mu bluntly became firm: "Teacher, I don't want to."

"I didn't ask you if you wanted to."

"You change to one you want."

"Will you die if you come up?"

"You change to one you want."

As soon as the test paper was taken, chalk was scattered all over the table: "Yuan Mu, I have to ask you to come up today.

Are you allergic to dolphins?Can you die on this podium after acting? "

Yuan Mu curled up and unfolded the corners of the test paper repeatedly with his fingertips, and stopped talking.

The monitor stood up: "Teacher, let me do it."

The eyes were stingy, Yang Lan was not divided into one, the teacher only looked at Yuan Mu: "You said you would die, so I won't force you."

"I won't die, and I won't act."

Yuan Mu said.

"Row."

The teacher swept away the test paper, treating it like garbage, "I can't pass this class."

The rubbish was thrown on Yuan Wood, it was not heavy, like chicken feathers, covering countless grievances for him.

Later, Yang Lanqing organized everyone to go to the office to invite the teacher back. Everyone had to be present. I heard that the class committee would spontaneously kneel at the door of the office to show sincerity.

Everyone had to pass by him, and everyone cast their eyes on him intentionally or unintentionally, like a migrating herd of beasts with contempt and contempt for those who are alone, arrogantly, pretending to be sober, twisting their bodies one by one passing by.

Yuan Mu raised his eyelids to meet him, and no one dared to look at him anymore, but he knew he was looking at them, so he turned his mouth to his chin and his eyes to the back of his head.

Premonitioning that no matter how wide the eyes were, Yuan Mu would not be able to hold back the tears, so Yuan Mu clenched his fists and left the classroom.

He stood at the corner of the corridor drinking the wind, and he didn't understand why he stubbornly refused to demonstrate.

It's just a dolphin, but it's stupid to sell it once.

Just as he didn't understand why the teacher insisted on him to demonstrate stubbornly, and when he was rejected, he was so angry that he babbled nonsense and abandoned the paper and fled.

Could it be that her son didn't finish his homework, left two bowls of food, and scored less than 79 in the exam.

Someone appeared behind him and said, "Be warmer in the classroom."

Qiu Yu took a step forward and stood side by side with Yuan Mu on the same level. The two of them looked at the office in the distance opposite.

"Why did you come here?" Yuan Mu sniffed.

Qiu Yu looked at him sideways: "No way."

After a long pause, he continued, "I'm still crying."

Yuan Mu: "Disgusting."

Qiu Yu nodded, and suddenly took out a bottle of milk from the pocket of the long down jacket, and put it on the tile on Yuan Mu's chest: "It's warm."

He didn't believe it, he stretched out his finger and touched it, it was true.

He didn't withdraw his hand, but it was annoying: "I don't like drinking milk."

"Try it, this brand is delicious."

Qiu Yu replied without looking him in the eye.

"Ok."

Yuan Mu bit the straw, hiccupped quietly, and asked, "Why don't you go to your mother's class, and stay under such rubbish people."

"My mother specially brought Xiao Shengchu."

"Oh."

Yuan Mu noticed that Qiu Yu didn't deny the word "garbage", and he didn't mean to leave. He seemed to stay with him until the end of time.

"How am I doing today?"

Qiu Yu turned her head when she heard the words, Yuan Mu's eyes and nose were blushing, matching his face with a lively color, not to mention he was still smiling.

"award."

Qiu Yu took out another chocolate.

The author says:

I get it! I'm short! Three hundred cups of self-punishment, tomorrow will be sure.