The wind was blowing, and the biting northwest wind raged violently, whipping all things in the universe with its powerful whip. The withered grass was whipped and scattered in all directions, and staggered for its life with the seeds. Pumped on the face, numb, dull pain. There is no rest, no end, unceremoniously given to the earth, blowing the child's face, drying the tears of the Yiren, blowing the mother's face red.

Facing the wind, "Brother Xian" carried the bulging backpack, and in Zheng Lijuan's shrunken body, in her tearful eyes, it was pulled into an invisible line, and this line would be tense from time to time, like a string, and the sound trembled - back to school again, without Zhang Xuemei, the space reserved for her in her heart was like a soap bubble, popping up, making room for the crowded atrium, and it was occupied by Zheng Lijuan and Liu Jianjian's abnormal behavior-

The final exam is also coming slowly in a hurry of time, and the years are flying. Looking back on the coursework this semester, except for the public courses "Brother Xian" Shang Jue has been able to grasp the hand, and a small number of professional courses, he is still a little ignorant. Compared with the high school examination, the first examination for entering the university also has many innovations in the form of the examination, in addition to the regular closed-book examination, there are also open-book examinations, written examinations, and oral examinations...... The atmosphere and attention are relatively relaxed, there is no high-pressure situation, there is no bloody scene of fighting with guns and sticks, everyone is determined not to fail the course, "more waste, less suffering" mentality.

Temporary cramming before the exam, the campus will show a "thick" The learning atmosphere, as long as there is a place where people can stand, you will see some students holding textbooks or notebooks, either reading aloud with their eyes closed, reciting, or meditating and reciting softly; the madness and hustle and bustle in the playground are not there, some are sitting on the basketball on the sidelines, reading the textbooks, and then running to the basket, throwing the ball up, or dribbling the ball at close range, and then sitting on the ground, you ask me to answer; in the library, in the classroom, all of a sudden, everywhere you go are students holding textbooks or notes, as if overnight, all the students fell from the sky, each showing the magic power before the exam——

The only thing that "Brother Xian" can be proud of, and enough to be relieved, is that the class notes are the most neat and complete records and annotations of the class, and there is no need to think about other students to make up the notes in a hurry, copy the notes, and return to him after everyone takes turns to copy and copy them, and then he is also in the flow, holding textbooks, notebooks, or corridors, or water rooms, in short, finding a place where no one is disturbed within 3 meters, or chanting, or scratching his ears and cheeks to recite- Only one subject is taken a day, so the remaining half of the day is basically a "full" and "busy" day of "forgetting to sleep and eating", "working day and night", and "reading by candle and night"-

Just as a teacher said: When I go to the classroom at night, there are more lights above my head than the students in the classroom, and when it comes to the exam, there are more students than the table legs in the classroom! "Brother Xian" also has a feeling that their current state is like that of lazy farmers, who only sown seeds hastily in the spring, without watering or weeding...... Just lying on the recliner, sipping tea, waiting for the autumn harvest; when the sickle of the autumn harvest "hoohs" to the field, other people's fields are heavy grain, and their own fields must be "grass full of beans and seedlings"——

During the exam, Zhou Jiantao met "Brother Xian" in the restaurant, and said a little mockingly: I usually don't burn incense, but I am in a hurry to hug Buddha's feet - Brother Xian, you won't be in the same stream with them! "Brother Xian" lowered his head in shame, shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: Jiantao, you are right, you are already a raccoon dog, and you are in a hurry!

Zhou Jiantao smiled and said: It's okay, you will all experience this time - I guess you won't be so embarrassed next time! After speaking, "Brother Xian" put the textbook and notebook under his armpit, and the two walked out of the restaurant. Zhou Jiantao remembered something, "Oh-" and said: Brother Xian, in the past two days, you have contacted your freshman fellow classmates to see who needs the help of the fellow villager to buy a ticket home, and give me statistics, just these two days!

"Brother Xian" looked at the textbooks and notebooks in his hand, a little embarrassed, looked at Zhou Jiantao again, and said decisively: Okay, thank you for the trust of the organization and guarantee to complete the task! Zhou Jiantao said intimately: If you can't spare time, I'll come, you can hurry up!

"Brother Xian" looked at Zhou Jiantao's sincere eyes, smiled and said: Yes, we must complete the task! Just do it, there are always more ways than difficulties, back in the dormitory, "Brother Xian" took out the booklet of the hometown association, took out the IC card, according to the position of the student union and class committee in the school, found a contact person in each department, called them one by one, and asked them to help count the needs of the villagers in the department or the college who need to buy tickets, and give it to him after the evening self-study; and then called the students of the Faculty of Arts one by one, and finished the statistics.

Between the need to count the demand for ticket purchases, "Brother Xian" didn't go out that night, and stayed in the dormitory all the time, which was quiet, everyone was "cramming temporarily", even "Brother Fei" and "Brother Shan", who usually worked diligently to take care of the "crops", were no exception, and seemed more serious than the four of them.

"Toot-toot-toot-" The phone rang, and no one wanted to answer it, for fear of delaying this precious time. "Brother Xian" ran over helplessly and picked it up: Hey-Hello-

Hello, I'm looking for Liu Guixian, is he there? A female voice, refreshing and crisp, like a freshly unearthed, muddy radish

"Brother Xian" was stunned for a moment, and said in a slumping voice: I-I-I am-

The girl continued: "I'll send you the statistical table for buying tickets, and I'll be in the public telephone booth downstairs in your dormitory!" "Brother Xian" owed a debt, stretched his neck and looked out the window, and there was indeed a person standing under the public telephone booth on the side of the road, and quickly replied: Okay, you wait, I'll come down immediately!

As soon as she walked out of the dormitory gate, the girl, wearing a yellow mid-length down jacket, black jeans, mid-waisted cotton boots, and her hair tied high, stood on the side of the road and paced back and forth.

She turned around and looked at him with a smile, "Brother Xian" then remembered that it was the girl who met the villager for the first time, and he couldn't help but shout in surprise: It turned out to be you! She handed him the statistical table, and happened to meet a female classmate coming over, hurriedly greeted "Brother Xian", turned around and left--before "Brother Xian" could inquire in detail, he had already walked far away.

After breakfast the next morning, "Brother Xian" handed over the handwritten statistical table to Zhou Jiantao.

The exam is still going on, but it is nearing the end, and some students with fewer subjects have begun to pack their bags, and they are not even willing to wait for the test results, so they are about to set off. "Brother Xian" finished the exam, stayed in the dormitory for two more days, like an old farmer, walked on the ridge, tore off the ears of rice, carefully looked at the fullness of the particles in his hands, all the subject results came out, although unsatisfactory, but finally did not fail, but "Brother Xian" still has a sense of loss in his heart, although the particles are full, but the plant distance exceeds the normal distance, affecting the normal yield.

There is no failure in the course, which is the original intention of all students, and it is also fortunate. Go home easily for the New Year——