In the first self-study class, Qu Mo didn't do anything, just thinking that there were still a few days to go home, and the second period was English, which was Qu Mo's first time in English class, and he had never been in contact with it before, but he had heard the junior high school students in the village talk about "three grams of oil" and "Dad died, Dad died, Grandpa died" Jokes, I didn't understand what the teacher was saying in class, and he didn't even have a textbook, he looked at the table next to him, one of them was the same as him, and he didn't have a textbook, and he asked and turned it from behind, and only the classmate on the side of the three of them had it, but this classmate took good care of them and put the textbook in the middle for the two of them to read. The classmates who had textbooks couldn't understand it, and he asked the two of them if they could solve it, Qu Mo and another classmate all shook their heads and said they didn't understand at all, and they finished the class in a daze. After a few classes, Qu Mo and two other classmates met, one is called Guo Yong, the other is called Song Yifan, Guo Yong also came a few days ago, but he got a notebook, but he didn't get a book, and Qu Mo had nothing, Guo Yong took the initiative to lend him a notebook for him to do English homework. After class, Qu Mo began to feel a little hungry, and quietly took out the bread that Cuiying bought for him in the morning from his schoolbag, and asked his two tablemates if they would eat, Guo Yong waved his hand at him, indicating that he would not eat, Song Yifan smiled and tore a small piece,

"What, haven't you eaten?" Song Yifan asked him,

"Well," Qu Mo will not take the initiative to chat with strangers, he has lived in Yanxia Village since he was a child, and he has grown up with the children in the village since he was a child, he has not met a new classmate before the age of thirteen, or Song Yifan loves to talk,

"Are you living on campus?"

"No, I live at my aunt's house. ”

"What about eating, is it also at your relative's house?"

"No, my dad told me to eat in the school cafeteria,"

"You can find the cafeteria, on the way to our building, on the right,"

Qu Mo shook his head again,

"Aha," Song Yifan loved to laugh, and couldn't help but pat Qu Mo's shoulder,

"I'll show you the way after school in a moment, and I ate there once on the first day of school. ”

Qu Mo nodded again, without words, this is his habit, since he was a child, he met relatives he didn't know, just shaking his head and nodding his head to answer questions. However, he could feel Song Yifan's kindness, and if he didn't know anything, he would ask him, and he couldn't find anything at first, the toilet, the teacher's office, and the commissary were all asked by Song Yifan, and Song Yifan would basically take him personally.

The third class is physical education, the last session of politics, these two sessions do not have to work hard, political class does not need any foundation, you can understand it directly by listening, the teacher in physical education class took them to run a few laps and then moved freely, sent a basketball and a football, Qu Mo didn't know anything, just sat aside and watched others play, Guo Yong and Song Yifan went to play football, and some classmates kept shouting-—— Passing the ball, many people gathered around to fight for a ball, and suddenly there was a burst of loess floating on the court, and the playground paved with clay was uneven, and some students mixed off their shoes, scolding and complaining about whom. There is a row of paulownia trees around the playground, which existed before the construction of the campus, the trees are stout, and the shade is also large, most of the girls sit there in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, and Qu Mo finds a place where no one is far away and stays alone. finally got out of school, Qu Mo followed Song Yifan to the door of the school cafeteria, and then Song Yifan said, "You go to eat, I'm leaving", Qu Mo opened the plastic curtain and went in, and a hot air came to his face. There are seven or eight large round tables in the middle of the cafeteria, and there are a lot of people, some people can't sit down and stand to eat, Qu Mo walked to the window, and the aunt who was cooking asked, "Steamed buns or rice,"

Qu Mo didn't answer her directly, and asked how much it was first,

"Rice steamed buns are all the same, one piece. Qu Mo took out a piece of it from the palm of his hand and handed it to the other party, saying, "Steamed buns." "They haven't eaten much rice since they were children, and the rice made of millet is very chewy, they have always grown up eating cornmeal made of nests, the first time they tasted white flour steamed bread Qu Mo fell in love with the taste of steamed bread, but white flour steamed bread is not often eaten, since there is a price of steamed bread and rice here, he naturally chooses steamed bread, the dish is shredded potatoes, for him who can only eat pickled vegetables all year round, this is definitely a good meal, he was hungry all afternoon, although the character is introverted, talking all the way to vomit, but the rural growth of Qu Mo will never rub his meal, three times five divided by two will be eliminated。 After eating, Qu Mo went straight to his aunt's house, worried about whether he could find it, when he followed his parents in the morning, his eyes kept observing the surrounding terrain, and he secretly tried his best to write down the corners, but after an afternoon class, it would be very blurry. He really didn't have any certainty, so his steps unconsciously hurried, and as he walked, he confirmed whether the passing house was impressive. Sure enough, the last corner of the place can not be found, he remembered that it was the third alley in the alley, but after turning in, he found that it was wrong, there were only four households, at that time his palms were sweating, and he quickly withdrew and looked for it several times, and finally found that it was in the eighth alley, it turned out that he went wrong at the previous intersection, but fortunately, he finally found it. After entering the house, he gently put down his schoolbag, he saw the bedding and pillow brought from home on the kang, Qu Mo recognized at a glance that this was his own home, he knew that his father had come, and he had left, went to a place he had never heard of, he didn't know when he would be able to come back again, and it was estimated that it would be the end of the year. He suddenly felt so sad, he looked at the pillow he had brought from home, which was covered with a dark red pillow towel, which had faded due to time, and there were unsealed threads in the corners. There is also a mattress, his mattress is basically a blue mattress, this mattress is the one he was using before, and there is also the mark of the rice soup he accidentally poured on the upper right corner. Qu Mo's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, he unconsciously squatted down along the edge of the kang, turned around and looked at the brick floor outside the door, the pear tree in the yard, and the thatched toilet at the gate, all of which were no longer the ones he was familiar with, and the tears fell when he looked at him, he first rubbed it with the back of his left hand, and after a while his left hand was wet, and then he used his right hand to rub it, and his right hand was also wet, so he used his sleeve. After crying for a while, Qu Mo remembered the homework left by the political teacher, and then stood up and began to write homework, and after a while, it was probably Qu Mo who made a movement when he turned over the stationery box to find the eraser, and his aunt's voice came from the kiln,

"Qumo, are you back from school?"

"Aang!"

Qu Mo stopped his pen and heard Hou Yao talking,