In 1996, the National Family Planning Census was conducted. I was 11 years old and had not yet registered my household registration, so the rural household registration census was really lagging behind, so the village chief took a young female college student from the village family planning commission to register the population.

I was disassembling the second-hand bicycle that my father had bought for me in the small house, and my mother called me outside! I saw the old village chief and smiled and said "Big Daddy!"

He told me to do the population registration, and my mother didn't know how to read and could not read because she had never been to school, so she called me out to see if the name of the registration was correct.

The female college student village official read the names of her father, mother, younger siblings, and me one by one, as well as the date of birth! I didn't care about the date of birth, but she had some opinions about my name!

When I was born, my parents never gave me a good name, and my father still wanted to name me "dogs,, and wealth", saying that it was good to remember and support!

Finally, my mother took me to the clinic to eat jelly beans, that is, deworming medicine! At that time, the rural babies all had roundworms in their stomachs, and the village gave us free antiworming medicine! Every time I took the medicine, I would shoot the roundworms out when I had a bowel movement.

Uncle Xiaoli, the village doctor, asked my mother what the child's name was, and my mother was embarrassed to say that she hadn't chosen a name since birth.

The village thought for a moment and said, "Let me name this child."

He looked at the painting on the wall of his house, "Let's call it a crane, fly high and far, fly out of our countryside."

As soon as my mother heard this name, she immediately named me Kong He, thinking that the name is a bit homophonic and not too good, and added a Minzi at the end, and from then on my name was Hemin.

What is the name, I don't want to be a bird, now I have a lot of opinions, just take the opportunity of this census to change the name!

I asked if I could change my name to Hemin, and the old village chief patted me on the head and said, "Little wow, what to change, I think it's good."

At this time, the female college student next to her said: "The name is a bit feminine, or only use one word and bring seniority."

I thought about it for a while, and said to my mother: Mom, I'll change my name to Kong Weihe" I checked the dictionary with the name He, and I thought about why it wasn't this name, but I didn't think I would use it today!

"Okay, I'll see," the female village official nodded and changed my name again.

From then on, my name was also the name of my school, and I was called Hermione all the time!

In third grade, our class was finally able to move to the second floor.

Our Konghou Primary School only has two floors of paved buildings, and there is only one long corridor from the first class of the third grade to the sixth grade classroom.

There is only one staircase access, just off the west door of our classroom. According to the current school escape requirements, the teaching building built at that time is simply a tofu scum project!

The welded corridor guardrail, Teacher Logan shook it vigorously with his hands, and it was back and forth! Since then, the principal and homeroom teachers have strictly forbidden our students to lie on the guardrail!

At that time, we didn't even have a chair or bench in school, and the students themselves brought a big stool and a long horse-legged stool from home to class! Those who had a small bench sat on a small bench, and those who didn't bring it could only sit on their own school bags.

I heard that the school asked the carpenters in the village to make a batch of tables, chairs and benches, but the funds have not been allocated for a long time, and the carpenters do not want to work in vain.

During a visit to the district education bureau, the village did a lot of work to equip us with chairs. Then we sat in the new chairs for class, and hung a sign outside the school gate with the slogan "Welcome leaders to inspect" to welcome the leaders' inspection!

We are really grateful to the leaders for buying us brand new chairs!

At this moment, I had just finished receiving the book and saw Teacher Kong Min crying on my desk! I was embarrassed to disturb him! The next day in Chinese class, we had a new teacher, and this teacher was a very old man with white hair, who seemed to have been transferred from the school next door.

The teacher spoke slowly, I didn't know what I was rambling about in a class, and it was almost time for the end of class to tell us about the new words and sentences to be memorized today!

The whole class was lifeless, not like Teacher Kong Min, who gave a vigorous lecture! I realized why Teacher Kong Min was crying.

She was the first student to take our class, and after a year, she saw that those of us who were usually poor in learning gradually got better, and it was difficult to give up as if we were our own children!

After all, girls are only 20 years old, and it is inevitable that they are a little emotional! Before they have time to say goodbye to us, they can't teach us. So the more I think about it, the more aggrieved I become, and the more aggrieved I will be, the more I will cry. I cried for days, and my emotional breakdown was like this! I couldn't comfort her, after all, she was already an adult! Could it be that I had to coax an adult as a child!

There was a week in the class, maybe God destined that some things were arranged in the dark. I was named by the white-haired homeroom teacher and I and five other students were selected to be transferred to the second class of the third grade.

We brought our desks to this class, and the whole class erupted into all kinds of noise! I vaguely heard people shouting at the class students, repeating dogs, get out of here, and so on!

Indeed, four of the six students who came were repeaters, and I was one of them. When you go to school in elementary school, repeating a grade is really a shameless thing! But there is no way, you have to repeat a grade if you fail the exam! This is a school rule set by the principal! If no one violates it, you will not be promoted to another school! Parents feel that they have no face and will not come to the school to intercede!

A few of us moved into the classroom in the face of loud noises. I thought to myself, how can I be a man who scored 100 points in the test, why am I so unpopular, and I hate that I can't find a crack to drill into it at that time.

There are few students in the second class of the third grade, most of the students are from Kongqian Village, and there are also a small number of children from the Middle Village. Most of the first class of the third grade are children from Kong Hou and Wang Village. At that time, this class division was conducive to going to and from school, and the students could be together to avoid children who were too young and would be left alone.

I sat down with my head bowed with my head down and a repeater and a repeater in the last row! I felt like the eyes of the class were on the place where I had just placed my desk.

Why don't you bully people like this, I raised my head, looked directly at the classmates who were looking at me around me, and the momentum became stronger again, and those of them who looked at me deliberately avoided the killing of their eyes!

Just as I was killing each other with my eyes. The girl in front of her seat turned her head and met my eyes.

What kind of eyes are they! A pair of bright eyes, clear without a trace of impurities, a crystal complexion, a complexion like snow, a goose egg face, slightly shy. The skin is better than snow, and the smile is the most moving, the two thin lips are laughing, the long eyes are laughing, and the two dimples on the cheeks are also laughing.

She stretched out her hand and said to me in a whisper: "Hello, welcome to our class, what's your name?"