Chapter 10 Vignette

At 1:45 p.m., the first class was very boring math. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the occasional wind blowing through the window was also hot, and I knew that there were bursts of screams, and the frogs in the pond "croaked" a few times from time to time.

Feng Yiping felt that his eyelids were gradually heavy, he habitually supported his chin with his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, and looked hard at the teacher who was talking about the side board book on the podium, but he felt that the teacher's voice would be in the sky, and in his ears, his eyes would hang unconsciously. But the subconscious has been constantly emphasizing, can't sleep, can't sleep, so, maybe just a few seconds of work, the chin shook slightly, as if he was about to slide off his hand, but for Feng Yiping, who was asleep, it was tantamount to an eight-magnitude earthquake with an epicenter only a few dozen kilometers from the ground.

For the rest of the time, I was very sleepy, napping, and waking up, and when I got to the end of class, I fell asleep on the table regardless of it.

The second class is ideological morality, Feng Yiping flipped through it first, and saw that Feng Haitao had even drawn the key points on the book, so he put the book aside, and memorized these key points when he studied at night.

I still took out a homework book that I didn't use up in elementary school from my desk, and thought about what else I could do to create "again".,12 years old.,The first year of junior high school.,The online novels I used to read can be excluded.,TV series seem to be excluded.,The rest of the movies?There doesn't seem to be anything suitable.。 Can you only rely on those jokes? You can't guarantee 10 yuan a month, and besides, it's impossible for "Story Club" to use your little jokes in every issue!

Wang Guozhen's poems? No, they should have bloomed everywhere at this time, and one or two poems are useless. Yu Qiuyu's prose is really good! It was one of the few genuine copies he bought. In particular, the first "Cultural Journey", he has read it many times, and he should be able to piece together a few articles, but you, a 12-year-old child, can have such a wide range of knowledge, have such a strong sense of family and country, and have the spirit of a literati? And in my impression, it seems that Master Yu's prose has been published in the past nine years, so in order not to add to the jokes, you can only give up.

So, find a way to write a novella for "Story Club"? First of all, it is not easy to appreciate the elegance and vulgarity, and it is necessary to write a funny story in a very limited space, but it can give people food for thought, which is not something that can be written by his amateur second knife.

After the edification of online literature, his current strengths should be long, at least one million words or more. Condense the famous works of those great gods, and then gather the strengths of all families, take their essence, discard their dross, and piece together several of the most wonderful parts, the effect is definitely okay.

Even if it's high school now, if you're 15 years old, you have a lot of choices.

He looked at the teacher on the podium, but he thought about things that had nothing to do with the class, and the pencil in his right hand unconsciously clicked on the homework book. As soon as he finished writing "The Farthest Distance in the World", the bell rang for the end of class, and he didn't bother to continue, so he closed his homework book and prepared to put it on his desk.

At this time, I heard someone next to me shouting, "Hey, Feng Yiping." ”

He turned his head and saw that it was Huang Jingping, "What's wrong?"

Wang Jinju, who was at the same table as Huang Jingping, lay on her shoulder, looking at this side with a smile, Huang Jingping said: "Why don't you pay attention when you are in class, take a notebook and prepare to write something?"

When she said this, Feng Yiping remembered that Teacher Huang, who thought and was moral, was her second uncle, so she must be upset for her second uncle, after all, her second uncle's class was not a textbook, interspersed with a lot of stories, which were all loved by the three classes in the first grade, and Feng Yiping had just taken a whole class, and he was basically absent-minded.

Feng Yiping could easily solve this question, "No, I've always been very attentive, so many teachers' classes, I like to listen to Teacher Huang the most, you see, I also made a lot of notes?"

Far away, Huang Jingping couldn't see it clearly, she only saw the blank space on the tree, there were indeed words, and she really thought it was written by Feng Yiping.

Just when it was okay, Feng Wen snatched the homework book in Feng Yiping's hand and pushed Wen Hong over to block it in the middle, "What do I see you wrote?" and suddenly saw the back, "The distance in the world is far away", what is this? Feng Wen couldn't understand it. "You're going to write poetry, huh?"

Hearing him say this, the next thing is to go straight to the building, and no one cares if he deserts in class. Wen Hong also leaned her head over to look, "Hey, it seems to be a poem, why is it just this sentence?"

Huang Jingping was a little surprised when she heard this, and her tablemate Wang Jinju ran over, "What poem? Hey, just one sentence!"

Feng Yiping looked at it, come on, just write it out, lest Huang Jingping give her uncle a small report and tease these girls by the way.

So he took the homework book from Feng Wen's hand, "If you want to read the whole thing, give it to me if you want to read it." ”

Wen Hong and Wang Jinju both said, "Give it to him, give it to him!"

Feng Yiping took the notebook, recalled it slightly, and continued to write it down, in English, "Isnotbetweenlifeanddeath, ButwhenIstandinfrontyou, Yetyoudon'tknowthatIloveyou." ”

Why did he remember it so clearly? It was because the first text message he sent to Zhang Yan was this, and he was repeatedly forced by Zhang Yan to recall, and there was no way to be unfamiliar.

Those few people were a little dumbfounded when they saw this, and Feng Wen said hesitantly, "You wrote this?"

"Of course not," Feng Yiping said with a smile, "It was written by a white-bearded old man in India, and I saw it in a bookstore." ”

"Oh, why is it all English underneath?"

"The first sentence was translated by me haphazardly, and I wrote it down in the original language. ”

He added it to his notebook, "Thefurthestdistanceintheworld." ”

"Oh, you have a good memory," Ms. Wang said.

"Yes, I've always had a good memory. Feng Yiping does not need to deny this.

"Your English is also good," Huang Jingping also came over.

"No, I was in the bookstore at the time, the salesperson was busy, and there happened to be an English-Chinese dictionary next to it, and I looked it up. Feng Yiping continued to edit.

"Who do you want to write to?" Wen Hong asked with a smile, her eyes turned on Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping's faces, "I don't understand the rest, I know what the last three words mean!" The last three words are "Iloveyou", Feng Yiping looked at her with a confused expression, "I'm just writing and playing, I want you to think I'm very good, I really don't know what it means, you tell me!"

As soon as he said this, Wen Hong was really embarrassed to say that in this era, at this age, those words were ashamed to come out, so he had to stare at him.

"It's okay, let's just copy it down and go back in the evening and ask the seniors. Wang Jinju was clamoring beside him.

"It's okay, it's okay, you copy it, remember to tell me tomorrow what it means. Wang Jinju really copied it, and Huang Jingping returned to their seats to flip through the English textbook, and after a while, the two of them lay on the table, head to head, and laughed "hee-hee". Feng Yiping knew, and it seemed that they had also understood the meaning of the last three words.

After dinner, Feng Yiping invited Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning to take a bath in the river, Feng Wen also followed, and the four of them sneaked out of the school gate, still the same place yesterday, stripped off and rubbed with a towel. At the same time, you should also be careful, the hair should not be wet, otherwise it will not dry for a while, and the teacher will know that they are bathing in the river when he sees it, and he will inevitably be reprimanded.

Feng Yiping sniffed the clothes he took off, the smell of sweat was very strong, but there was no soap, Xiao Zhijie saw it, "I'll bring the soap over tomorrow, wear the clothes for three days, we wash it once, and go home on Saturday to change it, just right." ”

Changing clothes twice a week is actually pretty good. There is no place to take a bath in school, most people either don't wash in the middle and go home on weekends, or at night, pick up a basin of water and wipe a few handfuls, as for washing clothes, there is no place, and the third graders take their clothes to the pond and rub them by hand.

First-year students, except for girls who are born with a love of stinky beauty, and a few male classmates, the rest of the boys are all raunchy. And it's really raunchy, what does it mean, for example, most boys don't even have a comb, and they never comb their hair until it's time to wash their hair. Feng Yiping used to be like this, he wouldn't wash every day when he had the conditions to take a bath at home, not to mention that now in the school, a place where software and hardware are not available, besides, no one cares, so he can not wash without washing.

But he's different now, no matter how sloppy a man is, after getting married, he will always become more particular, no way, you're sloppy, and your wife won't let you go to bed. Feng Yiping is even more powerful, after the birth of his son, he became a little clean, he had to wash his hands dozens of times a day, Zhang Yan couldn't look at it, there was no way, looking at the pink and tender little guy, if he didn't wash it, how could he hug him!

"Okay, then change it tomorrow, it should be yesterday weeding on the playground, sweating too much. Feng Yiping explained.

During the evening self-study, Feng Yiping reviewed all the courses he had taken during the day, memorized several key points of ideology and morality, and wanted to make a fortune again, but this time he had experience, so he flipped through the book every few minutes, so as not to be seen by the classmates next to him.

After thinking about it, he could only slowly submit it to the magazine, and he felt that he had to find a way from other aspects, so he had to learn other knowledge, such as painting, music, and so on.

At night, lying in bed, he silently went through all the contents of the day's class in his heart. The others also said that it was only the first day, and it was very shallow, and there were not many knowledge points, only ideological morality, and it took some time to memorize a few key points. In this way, if you study on your own tomorrow morning, you will be consolidated.

In fact, many people know this method, but there are very few who stick to it, and after three years of secondary school, Feng Yiping persevered, and the effect was very good, and his grades have been hovering in the first and second places in the grade.

After all the was over, Feng Yiping was also sleepy, no one was good last night, and he didn't take a nap at noon today, he soon fell asleep.

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