Chapter 13 Jun Zao
As soon as the Lantern Festival passed, the Lunar New Year came to an abrupt end.
The rain in the 24 solar terms is also just around the corner, and although the cold in most parts of northern China has not yet subsided, the vast land and increasingly open society in the south are full of spring.
Spring, the season of ploughing.
At such a time, whether it is a worker, a farmer, or a student, they all have to pack up the mood of the old year, bend down to help up the time, and start sowing seeds in this season of cultivation with the gongs and drums of the heart.
The vigorous back-to-school season has arrived.
Early in the morning, after running along the fixed route as usual, Zhang Yunqi took a bowl of delicious and spicy fish meal in his own Fengdu fish powder shop, helping his mother to attract customers, just started school, the business in the store was so good that it exploded, the table was already full, and the students who packed it lined up in a long line, Zhang Yunqi collected money to wipe the fish meal on the table and was busy until nearly half past eight, before going to the school to report and pay.
At that time, it was still early, the early spring sun was shining, very warm, but not strong, the street vendors at the school gate had already opened with the city No. 1 Middle School, everywhere was filled with the greasy aroma of fried snacks, there were many people, it was very lively, the boys who came to report on the start of school stepped on the old bicycles that made all kinds of noises and laughed loudly, the girls wore always wide school uniforms, smiling in the shadows of the trees, and when the wind blew beside them, they could see the thin and slender silhouette......
This is the beauty of youth.
Zhang Yunqi squinted his eyes, followed the flow of students, crossed the road to the school gate, and was about to go in when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
He turned his head sideways, and he saw the first sight.
When I first saw the crowd of students standing at the school gate, holding a copy of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in her arms, compared to last year, she seemed to have grown taller, thin, with long and straight legs, a plain ponytail, a pair of ordinary white canvas shoes under her feet, pursed her mouth, the warm sun poured on her like a waterfall, and her little face was clear white.
When many students pass by the school gate, they will subconsciously look at this girl. There are men and women.
Zhang Yunqi was a little surprised, he usually came to school early when he first saw school, although school just started today, but this girl has always been rain or shine and is not affected by time and space.
He walked over and said with a smile, "It's late today." ”
"Not late, I was in the bookstore for a long time. Hatsumi pursed his lips, smiled lightly, and pointed to the bookstore on the left side of the school entrance. The bookstore had the first memory of the two of them knowing each other as friends.
Zhang Yun nodded: "What are you doing at home during the Chinese New Year?"
Hatsumi said, "It's nothing, I'm reading at home." ”
Zhang Yunqi didn't know what to say, all of this girl's life seemed to be books, which was quite boring. Although the importance of learning is self-evident, he does not want to focus his whole mind on learning at first sight. In addition to working hard, we should still see more of the world's big differences and landscapes. It's just that he really doesn't want to say these righteous words to Hatsumi from above. He knew the girl's mind, and he knew that knowledge carried everything she wanted.
That's enough, take your time.
Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "First meeting, let's go to the classroom." ”
Hatsumi let out a soft "um".
The two walked through the campus boulevard to the old No. 1 Teaching Building, and on the way to the classroom along the stairs, they met many familiar faces and greeted each other. It's been a long time, and these hateful-looking animals seem to have become very cute.
This semester is already the second semester of the second year of high school, and it is only one step away from the chaotic third year of high school, but maybe it has just started, and the lazy energy of the new year has not eased up, and the ignorant students do not seem to have the sense of urgency that is about to break the single-plank bridge alone, and the boys in the corridor are just as noisy and noisy as last year, compared to last year, except for the appearance and butt size of a girl who likes to stand on the balcony more and point out the evaluation of the appearance and butt size of a girl on the way, everyone has not changed much. Perhaps the growth of a teenager is always slow, and it takes more walks, more unforgettable experiences, to be enlightened, as the great poet Tao Yuanming said: "At the beginning, it is extremely narrow, and it is only through people that it repeats dozens of times, and it suddenly opens up." ”
On the first day of school, there were no classes in the morning, and the students mainly reported, paid tuition and fees, moved new textbooks, cleaned up, and arranged seats.
The seats of class 156 are different from other classes, and the head teacher Wang Mingzhen hates to engage in the set of grade rankings, and every time the position is changed, the students choose freely, to put it simply, it is determined by the speed of the butt The quality of the shit pit position.
After all, there have always been many monks in good positions, fierce competition, and the phenomenon of small groups is very serious, and a wave of people with good relationships will often contract an area and not let a third party get involved, so the division of forces in the class is very obvious.
For example, Liu Zicheng, Bancao Zhao Dong, and Liao Haihua, who was beaten once by Zhang Yunqi, this wave of boys are firmly divided in the area at the entrance of the back door of the classroom, on the map of China, belonging to the southeast coastal region that first set off a wave of reform and opening up, and it is natural that the first to get rich is the stubble of people, and their family situation should also be the best in Class 156, people are not bad, but they are particularly jumpy, and they can eat well at the school level.
Across the river from the Chu River and the Han border is Zhang Yunqi, Wang Xiaokaitian, Zhuang Yang Wei, this wave of people, distributed in the back of the classroom against the wall, on the map of China, belongs to the remote and backward southwest border area, regardless of the zone, the sky is high and the birds fly, love what, do your own thing in class, mainly look at the yellow cover of martial arts, after school to the game hall video hall drilling.
However, when Zhang Yun got up and went to class, he was a little surprised to find that the three little silly hats of Wang Xiaokai, Tian Zhuangzhuang, and Yang Wei had all moved to the right side of the middle of the classroom by the window. That area is home to the most popular wave of girls in the class, Li Yufei, Lin Xueqing, Xiao Xuemei and Yu Qingqing, and on the map of China, it belongs to East China, where the golden fan is drunk and the hundred-year-old Bund that everyone yearns for.
It's a good place to go, and they have a really good relationship with a few girls in Li Yufei's circle, Wang Xiaokai saw Zhang Yun get up and asked a few girls to sit over as well.
The past is impossible to pass.
He shepherds the southwest alone, and the location is a little worse, but it is better that no one disturbs him, and he is very comfortable.
Zhang Yunqi came directly to the previous position and sat down, and the first time he came in with him was originally Li Yufei's tablemate, and the seat was still empty, but she didn't go over to sit, but sat directly in front of Zhang Yunqi under the inexplicable expressions of some people. That position was where Tian Zhuangzhuang sat in the past.
Zhang Yunqi looked in the direction where Li Yufei was, and it happened that Li Yufei's gaze was projected, and he asked Chujian: "Do you want to sit here?"
Hatsumi nodded and didn't say anything more.