The Children's Palace ended class before 4 o'clock, and in the empty classroom, Lin Miao was soon left alone. There are still more than 3 hours left before the piano lesson at 7 p.m. Lin Miao sat on the chair for a long time before slowly retracting her attention.

Slightly tired, he stood up and walked to the hallway of the classroom, standing behind the guardrail, which was just less than 10 centimeters shorter than him, and stood on tiptoe to look out at the lush woods outside the courtyard wall below.

Hubin Road has not changed much for more than 20 years, although there have been many projects to control the water and lake during the period, but come and go, the road is still this road, the lake is still this lake, the trees are still these trees, and even the houses on both sides of the lake shore have not been able to wait for demolition.

Lin Miao looked at the trees, looked at the lake, listened to one or two abrupt but crisp bird calls from nowhere, silently felt nostalgic for a long time, and finally completed the brewing process of pretending to be forced before writing.

At 4 o'clock, Lin Miao returned to the classroom and took out the 400 grids for writing.

Before he came over this morning, he thought that it might not be too late for school in the afternoon, so he could use the extra time to do more important things.

The creation of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" has been completed intermittently to the 17th article, which is only 3 articles away from the 20 articles of the lowest bottom line. But Lin Miao still hopes to write more, after all, the remuneration for publishing is charged according to the number of words.

Lin Miao sat down, picked up the mineral water bottle, and took a sip of the cool white water that came with it.

After a little more than half a minute, a new chapter flows smoothly from the tip of the pen.

The protagonist this time is Zhang Miao's little yellow dog.

Lin Miao started with Typhoon No. 18, which went down in the history of Dongou City this summer, and told the scene that night when all the neighbors lived in the four-story building that seemed to be the strongest in Zhang Miao's house in order to take refuge.

At that time, the flood water was so high that it was at least about 1 meter long, and it had reached the waist of an adult. The little yellow dog was locked in a small warehouse outside Zhang Miao's house, struggling to float in the flood, the wailing was covered by the sound of wind and rain, and he couldn't survive or die, and finally Zhang Miao and his grandfather finally remembered that there was a stupid dog at home who only knew how to eat but would not prevent thieves, and took the risk that was not too big to rescue the dog. Then there is the rain and the sunny weather, and everyone can do whatever they want. However, Zhang Miao's grandfather suffered from pneumonia because of the continuous rescue of people and dogs that night, and then the pneumonia turned to myocarditis, and he fell ill and died.

When the old man was leaving, the yellow dog became very irritable and did not come near anyone. Three months later, the yellow dog gave birth to several puppies, which were then destroyed by Zhang Miao's father and sold to the family in the vegetable market who was in the dog meat business......

The whole article is carefully studied from beginning to end, and the plot is actually very cruel, but under Lin Miao's magical pen, there is a Zen machine of "life, separation, death, and farewell" everywhere, as well as the hypocrisy that stirs people's hearts.

Of course, as usual, these are all made up by Lin Miao.

In fact, just yesterday, Lin Miao saw Zhang Miao and his grandfather whipping the stupid dog with a broom, while roaring angrily at it: "How many times have I told you, don't eat! Don't eat! What is so delicious about!"

can rely on such a vulgar picture brain to make up for today's article, if Lin Miao's magic skills continue to practice, it is estimated that it will not be far from the ascension of the day......

"The last time I saw the little yellow dog was on a weekend morning. It was locked in an iron cage, curled up, its gaze a little glazed. I looked at it and whispered its name, but it didn't respond to me. It may never really understand the meaning of that name, just as it never knew why it was here and where it was going. ”

After writing the last sentence, Lin Miao put down the pen, and a surging air flow still lingered in her heart.

I closed my eyes and felt the afterglow of the costume, and after a while, when I opened my eyes again, the classroom was already dark.

The only glimmer of light came from the street lamps on the campus of the Children's Palace.

A gust of cold wind suddenly swept the door of the classroom, the door shaft creaked strangely, and between the electric light and flint, only a loud bang was heard, and the door of the classroom suddenly slammed shut, cutting off the light that came in from the outside.

The entire classroom was instantly plunged into darkness.

Holy! Is this going to be haunted?

Lin Miao was taken aback, in the face of this dark and gloomy environment, no matter how strong the compulsion was, he was forced back. He felt the darkness, hurriedly packed his schoolbag and rushed out of the door, trotted all the way downstairs, and rushed out of the small building that seemed to be about to stage a strange campus talk in minutes.

ran to the commissary not far from the school gate in one breath, and the light relieved Lin Miao's self-scare a lot.

He checked the contents of his bag, and there was nothing missing.

I touched my pocket, and the money was still there.

The boss in the commissary was having dinner, and when he saw Lin Miao's familiar face, he asked with a smile, "Child, why haven't you gone back yet?"

Lin Miao knew that these small businessmen were broken-mouthed and didn't want to talk to him more, so she pointed to the bucket of instant noodles placed at the top of the shelves in the house, and asked lightly, "How much is that Master Kong?"

"What about this?3 and 5!, do you want to buy it?" asked the boss.

Lin Miao nodded, and asked again, "Is there hot water?"

"Yes, yes, uncle will soak it. "The commissary owner took the instant noodles down, but he didn't mean to unpack them.

Lin Miao didn't pay for it immediately, but first reached out and asked for instant noodles and carefully looked at the production date.

In recent years, there are not many people who buy barreled instant noodles, basically eating two bites on the train during a long-distance trip, and it is estimated that even fewer people buy them in places like the Children's Palace.

The boss stared at Lin Miao for a few moments, and couldn't help but shout weakly: "Don't worry! There is no expired! Uncle can still lie to you?" while thinking in his heart: Business is really difficult to do these days, even such a young child is so difficult to deal with.

These post-80s imps are really annoying, aren't they?

"This box is 3 weeks away from expiring. Lin Miao finally found the printed word of the production date, handed the instant noodles back, and handed over a 5-yuan bill.

The boss took the money, then unpacked it, then took out the hot water bottle and soaked the noodles for Lin Miao with a smile.

……

Lin Miao sat in the commissary and had dinner, and the children who were going to come to the Children's Palace in the evening to attend various interest classes also arrived one after another.

Piano lessons are among the rarest of these interest classes, because the tuition fees are the most expensive, and the most signed up courses are still calligraphy, chess, Go, chess and even composition, which have relatively low thresholds.

When Lin Miao walked to the classroom where she was teaching, there were already parents and children who had already arrived first, and they were doing basic scale exercises.

Lin Miao, as a congenital handicap player, has not been going well in class recently.

The average child can practice proficiently in a few hours, and he has to put in 50% or more effort to do it.

It was just that the teacher who taught him not only did not dislike his handicap, but had a particularly strong impression of him because of the magical understanding he showed in the music theory class. Even the unhappiness brought to her by Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping on the day he signed up was thrown out of the clouds by this teacher named Zhong Chuhui.

Lin Miao walked to his seat and sat down, put up the lid, the small note that was originally attached to it was gone, and was replaced by a new note with the words Lin Miao written on it.

Lin Miao honestly practiced basic fingering for a while, and in less than 5 minutes, Zhong Chuhui entered the classroom.

She sat directly beside Lin Miao and asked with a smile, "Where is your mother?"

"Didn't come. Lin Miao said, "I take Olympiad lessons here in the morning and afternoon, and my mother will come to pick me up later and take me home." ”

"Oh......" Zhong Chu was surprised, and asked again, "Then have you had dinner?"

Lin Miao nodded: "Eat, instant noodles." ”

"Instant noodles are not good, and they won't grow tall if you eat them. Zhong Chuhui looked very enthusiastic and said, "Will you do the same next week? Do you want the teacher to bring you a bread or something? What do you like to eat?"

Lin Miao felt that Zhong Chuhui was a little too concerned, and said that whether he ate instant noodles or not had anything to do with whether he could grow tall and hairy?

In his previous life, he didn't eat much instant noodles when he was a child, but did the result make any difference?

Lin Miao stopped practicing, the sound of the piano stopped, and he turned his head to look at her, with questions written in his eyes.

Zhong Chuhui seemed to see Lin Miao's thoughts, and said with a smile: "The little girl who sat in your seat before, like you, her parents are both policemen at home, and sometimes she doesn't have time to come with her at night, so she lets her eat instant noodles." The teacher can't stand it, such a beautiful little girl, just as cute and smart as you, how can you always let her eat instant noodles, so she often brings her some bread and cakes......"

Where's the same?

People don't have time for their parents to go on business, and my mother has no time to chase "The Condor Heroes", can this special nature be the same?

We're different! Everyone has a ......

Lin Miao almost sang, with a dead fish-eyed expression, and asked casually: "Then why didn't she study?

Zhong Chuhui showed a look of regret, put his arm on Lin Miao's shoulder, shook his head and sighed softly: "Alas...... Her father caught the bad guys and sacrificed, and her mother is alone now, and she doesn't have time to take her, so she won't come this semester......"

Lin Miao nodded lightly and didn't ask any more.

There's no point in asking anyway.