little love

For Song Yi, the curriculum for the third grade of primary school was too simple, especially when some extracurricular subjects such as Mathematical Olympiad and foreign languages ​​hadn't emerged yet.

So, shortly after Song Yi went to school, the teachers were surprised to find that Song Yi's grades were flying like a rocket, not only in Chinese, mathematics, but also some extracurricular history, biology, etc., can speak clearly and logically, especially Occasionally, his fluent English made the teachers stunned. They discussed in private: This Song Yi bumped his head, but he got the hang of it, but I don't know who taught him.

If Song Yi overheard it, he didn't take it seriously. Anyone who went through three years of high school would be able to acquire these elementary school knowledge at their fingertips.However, it seems that in the future, he will be restrained a little bit. It will be troublesome if he is targeted by some "relevant departments" and finds out something.Song Yi still understands the reason why big trees attract wind.

The life of a primary school student is leisurely and full of childlike fun. Song Yi is also trying his best to imitate the habits and characteristics of the people around him at this age. He doesn't want to be regarded as a different kind, and he doesn't want to be like a "child prodigy".In his view, those are just synonymous with trouble.I just want to go smoothly and safely, like the elementary school students around me, to enter junior high school, high school, and university.

Regarding the future, Song Yi is very indifferent. To live a new life, there is no need to deliberately pursue anything. It will be like the previous life, and life will be very tiring, just let nature take its course.

He said he was imitating his peers, but after observing for a week, Song Yi decided not to embarrass himself.

The last time I saw a classmate named Zhou Wenmei accidentally knocking another girl's book on the ground, the girl immediately blushed and said loudly:

"I'm going to tell the teacher to go!"

And that Zhou Wenmei didn't know whether she was frightened or angry, but she really didn't pick it up, and went back to her seat blushing.

After class, the teacher walked in, and the girl was about to report when the teacher glanced at the books on the floor and said lightly, "Whose book is it, pick it up yourself." Then the class went straight to class.

Song Yi saw that the girl's eyes were red again, and she seemed to have shed a few tears on the table.He thought, could it be that, if he had the opportunity in the future, he would make a small report to the teacher or something?Then thinking about that scene, I felt cold for a while.

Complaining to the teacher or something is too naive, he can't learn it.

As the bell rang, Song Yi withdrew his thoughts. After school, after the teacher assigned homework, he announced that get out of class was over.In an instant, the entire campus was boiling. "Song Yi, where do we go to play after school, or let's go to play and fight. My family has a wooden gun, which was carved by grandpa!" Zhu Xiaowei looked triumphant.

After packing his schoolbag, Song Yi didn't agree to him, "You better finish your homework quickly, don't stand outside for a class like this morning, people will look at you like a monkey."

"It's okay, just let me copy your copy tomorrow morning, I overslept this morning, so I didn't have time to copy it." The expression was taken for granted. "Anyway, there are no mistakes in your homework, and the teacher won't find out!"

Song Yi rolled his eyes and looked at him with disdain, "Then what about your exam, I can't help you with the exam!"

"It's okay, my dad said, my family has a lot of money, and when I grow up, I can arrange a position in the company, and I will definitely earn more than you!" Zhu Xiaowei was very proud.

These are definitely not your father's exact words!

The two of them talked, and went to the repair shop where they left their bicycles in the morning, got on their bicycles and rode home.

According to the rules, students in the third grade are not allowed to ride bicycles to school. The reason is that they are too young to be afraid of accidents, and the school cannot afford the responsibility.Therefore, those whose homes were a little further away rode their bikes outside the school and put them in a place they thought was safe.

Song Yi and the others put their bicycles at the repair shop 200 meters away from the school. Many people in the grade store their cars here, and the boss doesn't care about them.With so many bicycles, there is always a tire repair. When the chain is repaired, most people’s bicycles break down. They also tell the boss that they will give money to ride away after school in the afternoon.

Song Yi and his family are about 3 or 4 miles away from the school. It takes more than half an hour to walk, but it takes about 10 minutes to ride a bicycle. After weighing his physical strength, Song Yiyi rides to school every day without hesitation.Although, when he first started to ride, he got a feather duster from his dad.

The bicycle that Song Yi rode was the permanent ladies' bicycle that his mother had ridden. It was the kind without bars on the front, and the ladies could ride and get on and off the bicycle gracefully.Song Yi is tall, so it's good to ride this one.

And Zhu Xiaowei's car is the old-fashioned 28-bar car that often appears in movies, and there is often a woman sitting in the back seat, and you have to step from the back to get in and out of the car.Although Zhu Xiaowei's stature is not short, it is not realistic to want to easily drive this car.

Just like now, Song Yi watched Zhu Xiaowei's buttocks keep bending to the sides, his legs tried hard to reach the pedals, stepped on a circle, then came back with the back of his feet, and continued to step on.I looked tired and flustered.

"Song Yi, when I grow taller, you can go to school in my car, and I will take you every day. Look at your car, it's so girly, it doesn't look like us men ride at all!"

Song Yi was speechless and thought to himself: Actually, you want to copy your homework every day, so take me with you!Also, you are a boy, men are far away from you!

Besides, sitting behind you, I'm afraid of being swept down by your legs.

After a while, when he arrived at Zhu Xiaowei's house, as soon as he parked the car, he yelled to go to war, but Song Yi dragged him back to the house, forcing him to finish his homework first.Completely disregarding Zhu Xiaowei's strong protest.He didn't want his friends to be despised by others because of poor grades, and he would be despised by the way. After all, most people always think that those who are close to ink are black.

While doing homework, Zhu Xiaowei's mother came back.Seeing his son doing his homework, he praised Song Yi severely in his heart.

Zhu's mother knew about Song Yi's loss of memory when he hit the wall. When Song Yi was hospitalized, she brought two cans of milk powder and cereal to see him.It's just that he didn't expect Song Yi to change so much after bumping into a wall. Sometimes he even wondered if he should let his son bump into it too, so as to save the family from being annoyed to death by him every day.

Going back to the room, he brought a box of chocolates, "Song Yi, this is the gold coin chocolate his father brought back from the city last time. It's very sweet. Try it." He said, and put it in front of Song Yi.

"You can help and supervise our Xiaowei's study. If this little brat refuses to do his homework, you can tell auntie and see if I don't beat him to death!"

"Okay, Auntie, I will watch his study." Song Yi replied obediently.

Zhu Xiaowei howled: "Ah! Why didn't I, am I your son?"

His mother glared, "You still want to eat. You don't do your homework every day, so you don't have to eat anything. If Song Yi hadn't stared at you, you wouldn't know where you would have gone to play."

The protest was ineffective, so Zhu Xiaowei had no choice but to do his homework obediently, and asked Song Yi for some with a shy face while his mother walked away.

"Song Yi, eat at my house tonight, auntie burned the fish!" Mama Zhu's voice came from the kitchen.

"Okay, Auntie!" Song's father and Song's mother came back late every day, and Song Yi used to often spend dinner at Zhu Xiaowei's house.