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Although Yu Qiuliang hates doing math homework the most, he has to admit that when he has the answer, copying math homework is indeed easier than copying other subjects.Four letters and a few lines of symbols can be filled in at the top, and the stroke order and radicals do not exist in the world of mathematics.Yu Qiuliang copied his homework, and glanced at the watch next to him from time to time. The hour, minute, and second hands were moving quickly or slowly, indicating the passage of time. There were still two hours left, and the old year was about to pass.

In terms of particularity, Spring Festival is even more special than New Year's Day. After all, it is a custom passed down for thousands of years.However, once people get busy, all the Gregorian New Year and Lunar New Year will be forgotten.Busyness is the biggest booster for forgetting. Yu Qiuliang was extremely busy this year, and he rarely had holidays due to festivals. Therefore, he forgot many festivals, including the Spring Festival.

In the world of senior high school students, it seems that there are only two different states of "vacation" and "going to school". Who knows when this classification will end?After Yu Qiuliang finished copying his math homework, he rubbed his sore wrist and decided to take a 10-minute break.He took a sip of water, and suddenly thought that he didn't seem to stay at home very much since junior high school.

In the first two years of junior high school, he couldn't go home at noon, and he could only stay at home to rest in the evenings and weekends from Monday to Friday.Later, when he was in the third year of junior high school, there were more evening self-study at night, and the temporarily added courses in the school took up the night time. Since then, he only slept at night and slept at home, and spent the rest of his time in school.

In the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination, it was said that there was no homework, but in fact everyone was preparing for the upcoming high school stage.The vacation that was originally used for relaxation has been occupied by various preparatory courses, like marching and fighting, and every second counts.And high school is indeed busier than before. The evening self-study, which was hated by students in the third year of junior high school, has become the norm in high school. Besides, high school students no longer dare to expect a full weekend , It is even more so in the third year of high school.For the senior three students, they are grateful for being able to take a whole day off a week.

There are only a few months left before the college entrance examination.A few months, whether it is long or not, is not short.When they first come into contact with a new environment, people always feel that the future is bleak and the time is long, but when they look back from the beginning to the end, they will find that the way they came was so short and so ordinary.Sitting in front of the table, Yu Qiuliang let out a long breath. His high school period is almost over, and he doesn't know what he has done in these three years.

As soon as they open their eyes, the children are always busy. The heavy schoolbags make their backs bend, and the various homework makes them myopia early, and they wear all kinds of glasses.Adults often call for lightening the burden on children, but when the children relax, it is the adults who are most nervous.The times are developing, students are getting tired, and almost every subject requires exams, including information technology, including sports.

The key to reducing the burden is not leaving less homework, but less exams. As long as you think about it a little bit, you can easily figure out this problem, but after so many years, the key to this problem is still only known to children.Yu Qiuliang rubbed his wrists, thinking bitterly: The waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead, and the waves died on the beach. When the young people have enough right to speak, they will fucking change all these rubbish things.

The 10 minutes for rest and the 10 minutes for class are obviously different in length. The soreness in Yu Qiuliang's wrist has not yet eased, and 10 minutes has arrived.He looked at the ruthless clock, let out a sigh, picked up the pen as if resigned to his fate, lowered his head and continued to copy homework.

Under the influence of anxiety, his handwriting became very scribbled, comparable to that of Song Ciran.Yu Qiuliang closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at the broken characters flowing from the tip of his pen.These exercise books are all his black history, and one day he graduates, he must destroy all these bad words, burn them into a pile of fly ash, so that it is impossible for them to be pieced together into a whole page.

"Still writing? There are still a few days left for the holiday, so there's no rush." ​​Yu Xiasheng squinted his eyes and took a nap in the living room until he slept comfortably and his muscles and bones stretched out before he slowly walked into the bedroom.He didn't hug the little black cat. The kitten ate a lot at night and went back to the cat's bed to sleep after eating. It was even more lazy than Yu Qiuliang. After all, it was just a cat, so it didn't have so much pressure to bear .

In this lifetime, people must face various pressures: from studies, from work, from family... all kinds, many, many.Yu Qiuliang copied the Chinese homework so much that he almost spit out the soul from his mouth, and he didn't even have time to answer Yu Xiasheng's words.He wanted to finish the damn homework early and enjoy a few more days of vacation.Holidays are called relaxation, and running around during the holidays does not meet the definition of a holiday, and worrying about school matters all the time during the holidays is even more inconsistent with the definition of a holiday.There should be no such thing as vacation homework. It turns the vacation home into a prison with relatively loose management.

"Write, I'll write, write fuck it." Yu Qiuliang didn't even lift his head, he moved his pen like flying, and he was flying like a snake in the exercise book.His posture was extremely ferocious, and Yu Xiasheng was shocked by his courage.It doesn't look like he is doing homework, he seems to regard the exercise book as the head of his enemy, and the pen as a machete, with every stroke he chops and chops, trying to chop the enemy's head into pieces.

Yu Xiasheng swallowed his saliva, and his skin was aroused by his association.

"Take a break." Yu Xiasheng said dryly, "It's not like you can't copy after today..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that there was a fatal mistake in his words, so he took a step forward, took Yu Qiuliang's cell phone away, and warned, "Write it yourself, don't copy it."

Yu Qiuliang was just copying the key part, when his phone was robbed unexpectedly, his mind went blank for a moment, not knowing how to write the next sentence.He stared blankly at the exercise book for a while, then jumped up suddenly, and threw himself on Yu Xiasheng.He was furious, and felt that the old ghost was deliberately against him, preventing him from having a pleasant winter vacation.

Because the room was too quiet, neither of them was embarrassed to make too much noise, but they wrestled in silence for 10 minutes.Yu Qiuliang has been copying Chinese homework for a long time, and now he is still missing the last few pages. He hangs on Yu Xiasheng's back, trying to reach for his phone, trying to finish the Chinese homework before the first day of the new year, but Judging by Yu Xiasheng's appearance, it seemed that he didn't want to give him this chance.

Suddenly, firecrackers sounded outside the window, and the sound broke the silence one after another.Yu Qiuliang was startled, he couldn't hold onto Yu Xiasheng's shoulders, and almost landed on the back of his head, and at the moment when the first day of the first lunar month came, he fell all over the house.He belatedly remembered that the sound of firecrackers had already sounded several times tonight, but he was either thinking about the pair of red leather shoes, or worried about his homework, and he didn't notice that other people's houses were setting off firecrackers at all.

Ever since the whole society advocated low-carbon and environmental protection, fireworks and firecrackers have rarely appeared in the public's field of vision. Yu Qiuliang recalled the various fireworks in his childhood, and the warehouses where fireworks and firecrackers were wholesaled.In recent years, fireworks wholesale outlets have been closed one after another, and many fireworks that they used to play in the past have also disappeared. The only thing people can buy is earth red.

Things like earth red are not very beautiful, but the sound is loud enough.It lives up to its name, its whole body is bright red, and after being set off, it leaves a lot of broken skin, all of which are conspicuous red.Yu Qiuliang could imagine what the square downstairs would look like. In the early morning of tomorrow, when the cold wind blows, the swarming red will be swept up by the wind, like red flowers falling from the sky, with a different charm.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be such a New Year's Eve.

Yu Qiuliang suddenly laughed. Instead of grabbing the phone, he lowered his head and approached Yu Xiasheng's ear, saying loudly, "Happy New Year!"

The sound of firecrackers outside was too loud, if he didn't shout out, Yu Xiasheng really wouldn't be able to hear him.The old ghost laughed, put the phone back in Yu Qiuliang's hand, and sat on the bed behind his back: "Happy New Year!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of firecrackers outside stopped.From New Year's Eve to New Year's Day, the world is only lively for a moment, but for this moment, people are excited for a long time, and at the same time, this moment is enough for people to think about it for a long time.

People are like this, for the momentary excitement, they are excited and happy.They forget their troubles, and at such a time, they sing along with their companions.The significance of the New Year is to exchange the old for the new, but life is not a commodity. When the new comes, the old does not necessarily leave. They still have their afterglow and will still have their shadows in the future.

Yu Qiuliang's ears were buzzing with the sound of firecrackers, even though the window of his bedroom was closed.The joy and joy of the whole country cannot be stopped by a small window. Their temperature penetrates the window glass, melts into the earth and wind, and infiltrates every inch of people's skin.Yu Xiasheng let out a breath, and suddenly put his hands back, grabbed Yu Qiuliang's waist, and started to tickle him.Yu Qiuliang shuddered all over, and couldn't help laughing. While laughing uncontrollably, he beat Yu Xiasheng's back furiously, trying to tell him to let go.Scratching is one of the most unbearable punishments. Yu Qiuliang would rather be cut with a knife than be tickled.

Fortunately, Yu Xiasheng didn't torment him for long, and he was tired first.The old ghost stopped, turned around and patted Yu Qiuliang's back, and for some reason suddenly said: "You have an exam soon."

"Are you trying to make me unhappy?" Yu Qiuliang coughed twice, his face stretched all of a sudden, "I asked me to take the exam on the first day of the new year, brother, are you sick?"

Yu Xiasheng was taken aback for a moment, and finally realized that what he said was inappropriate, so he quickly made up for it: "Go to bed first, and go buy candy when you wake up."

"I'll go to bed after copying the Chinese." Yu Qiuliang rubbed his waist and murmured something, as if complaining that Yu Xiasheng snatched his phone.He moved away from the bed, sat back at the desk and wrestled with his homework.He thought that his New Year's Eve should be counted as being with Yu Xiasheng, not with homework. Thinking about it this way, he felt much better.

The phone vibrated slightly, and Yu Qiuliang was distracted to look at it, only to see messages from various people kept beating.His mother sent him a photo, and when he opened it, he saw three smiling faces. Song Ciran also sent a picture, but it was a mentally retarded panda head.Yu Qiuliang only wrote two words and then stopped writing. He was busy replying to their messages with his mobile phone in his hand. When the New Year came, everyone was so excited that he was a little at a loss.

Even Gu Jia sent him a message, and Yu Qiuliang grinned, realizing that he hadn't seen his senior sister for a while.After all, the second year of high school was on vacation, and the senior sister went to follow Wang Lin, and she would not see her again before school started.

Yu Qiuliang swipe down casually, and unexpectedly saw Xie Jiangyue's blessing.

"Happy New Year." Xie Jiangyue said.

"Happy New Year." Out of politeness, Yu Qiuliang replied her.

"Dididu——Dididu——" Yu Xiasheng's cell phone rang strangely, and Yu Qiuliang glanced at him with a strange expression, only to see that he was calm and answering messages with his cell phone in his arms.It's no wonder that everyone is born as a member of the same country and dies as a ghost of the same country. Even if they die, they still have to rejoice in the new year, as long as their consciousness is still there.

Messages from Du Xiaoyuan to Lu Huaiming to Chu Xiaohan and all the subordinates kept jumping up and down. Yu Xiasheng replied one by one, and even discovered that the artificial intelligence guarding the cold storage was sending blessings to everyone.This artificial intelligence is indeed much easier to use than Du Xiaoyuan's sweeper, at least Du Xiaoyuan's sweeper is impossible to wish everyone a happy Chinese New Year.

The message at the bottom is usually the first to be sent. Yu Xiasheng glanced at it, but he didn't reply with "Let's have fun" like replying to other people.

He moved his fingers and sent a "scroll".