I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Back at the dormitory at night, Zhuang Wenyao turned on his phone, added Mumian to WeChat, and transferred money to her.

Mu Mian didn't give him a receipt, and he didn't dare to eat the package, it was all divided up by the neighbors, and he didn't have time to calculate the money.

Zhuang Wenyao thought, just transfer a hundred and forget it.

Enter the mobile phone number, send the application, and the other party will reply quickly:

Mianmian Siyuan said: [I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting]

Thinking about the distance: [/animated emoticon (bunny is cute)]

Mianmian Siyuan said: [Why are you full tonight?Do you feel hungry? ]

Yao: [No, my roommate brought me food]

Yao: [WeChat red envelope]

Yao: [The money has been transferred, you can see if it is enough]

Mianmian Siyuan said: [I already said no need]

Mianmian Siyuan said: [Forget me to treat you to eat! ]

Yao: […]

Yao: [Didn’t you say that your money will be improved?]

Mianmian Siyuan said: [I only said to add me on WeChat, I didn’t say I want your money/Tongue out]

Zhuang Wenyao tried to extract the conversation at that time from his memory, but unfortunately failed, the memory of that time period was empty, and he only remembered the transfer of money.

"Ugh……"

He raised his head and sighed, a magnified face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: "What's the matter, Brother Yao?"

Zhang Yeran took a closer look at the phone screen, and saw the person he was chatting with: "Longing for a long way? I knew it! You must have a story..."

Zhuang Wenyao pinched the inner corners of his eyes wearily: "What's the story, it's just an accident..."

Driven by the spirit of gossip, Yezi continued to peek at the screen: "Hey, are you going to give out red envelopes now? Is it 520 or 1314?"

Zhuang Wenyao pushed him: "It's 886!"

Continue to negotiate with Mu Mian:

Yao: [You just accept it, I can’t ask for your things for no reason, this is my principle of life]

Mianmian Siyuan said: [It's just a snack, is it so serious? ]

Yao: [Yes, I can’t get over it]

Mianmian Siyuan said: [If you don't know clearly, will you have trouble sleeping and eating, and can't sleep at night? ]

Yao: [Yes]

Mianmian Siyuan said: [Since this is the case, I will not accept it~]

Thinking about the distance: [/animated emoticon (bunny slightly slightly)]

Zhuang Wenyao: ...

After staring at the screen for a moment of silence, he suddenly buried his head in the pillow, broke down hysterically and shouted: "Ahhhhhhhh—"

If I am guilty, please use the law to punish me instead of torture me like this!

Zhang Yeran was arranging his schoolbag when he heard the sound and looked over, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Wenyao curled up into a ball, with his head buried in the pillow, and he stretched out a hand weakly: "Xiao Yezi, I'm very broken today, help me to bed!"

"Little Yezi" cursed and waited for the "emperor" to get into bed.

Lie sprawled on the bed, feeling his body being hollowed out.

There are too many troubles today.One Mu Mian is enough to cause a headache, Zhuang Wenyao has forgotten a series of things that happened between the replay and Lu Zhiheng.

First of all, he still insists on the principle of "Lu Zhiheng is Shiyue" unwaveringly.

No birthmark is not a real hammer. Now that the medical and aesthetic industry is so developed, isn't it easy to remove birthmarks?That's what he Mama Zhang Xin does.

If it was because of this Zhuang Wenyao that he began to suspect that he had made a mistake, then the affection he had spent so many years since he was a child was really a mistake.

The act of Lu Zhiheng taking him to the toilet to see the birthmark was abnormal, very abnormal.

Not to mention that Lu Zhiheng, who pays great attention to standards when interacting with people, would take the initiative to break through the social boundaries and make close physical contact with him, which is not in line with human behavior. In Zhuang Wenyao's eyes, his behavior is like a dead duck with a stubborn mouth and a dying struggle .

But the question is why Lu Zhiheng just refuses to admit it?Is he so resistant to the past?

What caused his resistance?What has he experienced in the past four years since he left?

After the impulse passed, Zhuang Wenyao began to reflect, did he push him too hard?I wanted to recognize him wishfully, but I didn't put myself in his shoes and respect his opinion...

Zhuang Wenyao had an intuition that what Lu Zhiheng resisted was his past self, not Zhuang Wenyao.Because assuming this is the case, there is absolutely no need for Lu Zhiheng, a busy person, to come to see him in class, and to carry him to the toilet for him to "check his body", and there is no need to use the last sentence he said The word "later".

Could it be that he wanted to tell me to look forward and not look back?

In fact, it makes sense to think so.So what if we can recognize each other?

They are no longer children, and they will never be the same again.

The regret of not being able to say goodbye well has already missed the opportunity to make up, so I simply don't force it.

As he wishes.

Zhuang Wenyao finally figured it out, turned over and closed his eyes.

In a trance, it seems to feel a trace of refreshing breath from the deep sea, mixed with the taste of male hormones, penetrating into the nasal cavity, and the gas molecules are converted into tens of thousands of electrical signals, winding along the olfactory nerve and reaching the olfactory bulb.

He still remembers the feeling of being enveloped by Lu Zhiheng's figure...

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were completely dark.

At some point, the lights in the dormitory were turned off, but he didn't even hear the horn.

Zhuang Wenyao rubbed the tip of his itchy nose, it seemed that he really needed to rest.

……

After Friday, Zhuang Wenyao, the wounded and sick, can finally go home to recuperate with peace of mind.

When he called his family, he always reported good news but not bad news. In order not to delay the class and make his parents worry about hiding his injury, he didn't tell his parents that he fell and sprained his ankle until he asked to pick him up at noon on Friday. .

After the third class in the afternoon, Zhuang Fangyi drove to pick up his son from school for the first time, and took him directly to the hospital to arrange a full set of MRI. After confirming that there was no problem, he returned home.After all, if I want to be a pilot in the future, this body is very precious, and even if I touch it, it will be great.

I have to say that life is much more convenient after I go home. I don’t have to worry about two points and one line in the dormitory classroom for class. Sleeping and resting are more comfortable than school. I lie down and squint for a while when I’m tired, and sit up and study when I’m free. Dun Dun's pig's trotters and big stick bones can be described as extremely extravagant and corrupt.

Zhuang Wenyao thought, when the foot injury heals, he must exercise well, otherwise the eight-pack abs that he trained hard every day will be destroyed.

On Saturday afternoon, Zhuang Wenyao was lying on the sofa playing games bored.

Since he was in high school, he hadn't touched a game console, and the feel was unfamiliar. The plane he controlled was shot down several times, and he gradually lost interest.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Zhang Xin, who created a two-day holiday to stay at home with her son, opened the door, and instantly smiled: "Xiao Yi is here! Come in~"

"Auntie!" Chi Yi smiled, greeted politely and entered the door, still carrying two packs of pastries in his hand.

Zhuang Wenyao was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Chi Yi blinked mischievously: "I represent the community and send warmth to the disabled!"

"Great kind man! Come here as soon as you come, what else do you bring..." As he said that, he went to pick up the snacks in the bag.

"Look at how promising you are!" Zhang Xin said angrily at him, but she wasn't really angry, after all, they were all a family, and there was nothing to see, "Xiao Yi hasn't been here for a while, right?"

Chi Yi smiled and nodded: "Well! This is the first time I went to high school!"

Zhang Xin said: "High school is busy, even Ah Yao is studying at home on weekends, and has no time to play at all..."

Zhuang Wenyao took a big bite of the raspberry mille-feuille, which exploded with heat, and rolled his eyes contentedly: "Sister Zhang, you are not kind, why are you still trying to discredit me in front of others? How rare is it for me to learn..."

"That's not right!" Zhang Xin smiled, "Okay, it just so happens that Xiao Yi is here, you should ask people for advice, don't keep playing games. You two have fun, stay for dinner tonight, and I will cook pig's trotters for you!"

Chi Yi smiled into a flower: "Thank you, Auntie!"

Zhuang Wenyao turned off the game obediently, and went to the study with Chi Yi to discuss study issues.

In the absence of the elders, Chi Yi once again exposed the attributes of a "loving father" in private: "Son, why are you spraining your feet? I am very worried about my father, do you know..."

"Oh, don't mention it, it's all tears!" Zhuang Wenyao didn't want to be scolded by Chi Yi again, so he quickly changed the subject, "How many papers do you have this weekend?"

Chi Yi took out his homework from his schoolbag: "Mathematics, physics and chemistry students add up to a total of eight sheets, not many. There are three multiple-choice questions in history, which is a bit of a headache. Hurry up and do it!"

Zhuang Wenyao was a little surprised: "Sister Chi, who has a perfect score in the history of the high school entrance examination, actually has a headache for the history multiple-choice questions? It shouldn't be."

This hit Chi Yi's pain point: "You don't know, the history teacher in our class is a rigid old woman, and the lectures are just reading textbooks, so boring! I almost gave up."

Zhuang Wenyao: "Then you plan to study theory?"

"You must learn!" Chi Yi took out the paper from the file bag and unfolded it, "What about you? Oh yes, you don't have a choice."

Zhuang Wenyao: "..."

The two worked together for two hours, finally finished the historical choice, and corrected the answers to the science homework, and the discussion was dry.

Zhuang Wenyao: "There is orange juice in the refrigerator, do you want to drink it?"

As soon as Chi Yi heard it, he knew that he wanted to drink: "Yes! I'll get it."

Soon came back with a glass: "Hey, speaking of orange juice, I thought of a gossip..."

Chi Yi originally planned to start the gossip session, but found that Zhuang Wenyao took out his English book and began to copy words: "Ah, you are still studying, so I won't talk about it."

Zhuang Wenyao didn't look up, but said, "You can just tell me if it's nothing, anyway, copying doesn't take much brains."

"Then I told you," Chi Yi took a sip of the orange juice, "There is a girl in our class named Cheng Cheng, who was in a relationship with a boy in your class before, but they broke up two days ago, and it was a fight to the death , cried for several nights..."

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly raised his head: "The boys in our class? Which little bastard is so irresponsible? I have to teach him a lesson!"

In a small way, this matter is a petty fight between classmates, and the classmates forget to talk about it after dinner after class, but if it gets to the teacher's ears, it is a matter of personal style or even class atmosphere.

After more than a month of school, very few restless students have signs of puppy love.Due to the affection of his classmates, Zhuang Wenyao turned a blind eye to this kind of thing, but if someone really didn't handle it well and got involved in the class, how embarrassing he, the class leader, would be.

Chi Yi thought for a while: "I can't remember the name clearly, it seems that the surname is Zhan?"

"Zhan? There is no one named Zhan in our class...is it Zhan Xin? He's from Class 2."

"Hey, it's okay, it's your flight anyway."

Zhuang Wenyao's heart sank: that's what he was afraid of, that this kind of thing would affect the overall impression of their flight class.

But falling in love is someone else's private matter, he has no position to interfere, he is really powerless and in a dilemma.

Alas, why is it so difficult to be a monitor!

Zhuang Wenyao felt that he had to learn how to copy words and calm down.

Chi Yi watched for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "No way, no way, is there really someone still memorizing words by copying?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Otherwise? We and other mortals can only use this stupid method, unlike a certain English champion who has a photographic memory!"

Chi Yi: "Don't be weird with me. Seriously, you have copied one word too many times, so many words in one unit, so the efficiency is very low!"

Zhuang Wenyao spread his hands helplessly: "Then what can we do? This is all homework assigned by our teacher."

Chi Yi: "The English teacher in your class... Summer?"

"Yeah!" Zhuang Wenyao began to complain, "Teacher Summer really assigns a lot of homework! It takes more than an hour to learn English every day. It's not that I don't want to improve efficiency, but I have to finish my homework, right?"

The English teacher who teaches two aviation classes is a young and beautiful female teacher named Lin Wan, and her English name is Summer. She just graduated from university and is not much different from the students. Her clothes are not the same, and she is at the peak of the English teaching and research group because of her good looks. And known throughout the grade.

But Teacher Summer not only likes to dress up, but also has the ability.Relying on the ambition and drive of young people, he is very responsible for teaching. He assigns the most homework in all subjects: reading, writing, copying words, and memorizing texts. He also arranges a fixed time for listening, listening, speaking, reading, and writing. catch.This "full filling" teaching method has also achieved good results, and the age ranking of the English scores of the aviation class with a relatively weak foundation is not bad.

Chi Yi thought for a moment, and said: "Your teacher has a good intention. Use homework to force everyone to spend more time learning English. After all, you will be science students in the future, and it is really important to lay a good foundation in English. And if you want to be a pilot in the future, English Good is the kingly way. But this teaching mode is a bit idealized, we have nine courses in the first year of high school, and it is impossible to teach English all the time!"

Zhuang Wenyao raised both hands and one foot in agreement: "That's right! These teachers think that we only study one class, assigning homework crazily, and don't think about whether we can finish it..."

"Maybe we want to exercise our time management ability." Chi Yi said, "Let me teach you a trick, so that you can memorize words quickly and usefully!"

Zhuang Wenyao took out a small notebook: "Please tell me, bully!"

Chi Yi opened the word list at the back of the English book: "Analyze first before memorizing words, some words don't need to be memorized at all. You are like 'encyclopedia', encyclopedia, do you think you will use this word when you write?"

Zhuang Wenyao thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Yes! Words like this, you just need to recognize them, see them in reading or gestalt, and know the meaning. You don't need to copy this kind of words so many times, which reduces the burden. Write it down in a small notebook and carry it with you. Take it with you, take it out and take a look when you meet in gym class or waiting in line for dinner, and you will be familiar with it."

As Chi Yi spoke, she took out her vocabulary book, which was small and no bigger than a palm, but very portable, more than enough for school uniform pockets.It is densely packed with new words, with English on the front and Chinese on the back.When memorizing, read the English first, and then turn over to read the answer if you can’t remember it.

Zhuang Wenyao was stunned: "There is still such an operation? Then why copy it? All the words use this 'familiar memory method'. Isn't three thousand and five coming at your fingertips?"

Chi Yi tapped his head with a pen: "Of course not! Look at this word, concern, the teacher must have said a classic phrase when I was learning it..."

"I know this question!" Zhuang Wenyao rushed to answer, "asfarasIamconcerned!"

"Smart!" Chi Yi smiled, "This phrase can be used in composition, so you must be able to spell it and make no mistakes! So some words still have to be copied."

"Then how do I know which words to copy and which words to 'familiar'?"

"Well... My personal point of view, words and phrases that can be used to express opinions in the composition, such as those that play a connecting role, have logical meaning, and related to hot topics, etc., must be able to spell. If you know long words that you can’t remember, you just need to be familiar with them.”

"Sister Chi is amazing!"

The ignorant and ignorant Zhuang Wenyao said that he learned it, and planned to arrange a "familiar word book".

I was smugly planning a new stage of English learning, when I suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Sister Chi, can I ask you an English sentence?"

Chi Yi: "What sentence?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Everytime we say goodbye, Idiealittle. What does this sentence mean?"