I signed up yesterday and got my books today. Having received the books, Brook and the others prepared to put them back in their desks. Since they went to the first grade, they have to prepare their own desks, and Xiaoxi's desks are still carried back from my aunt's house, vermilion, half-covered. Hang the lock, so that the book is packed inside, and the lock is locked, so you don't have to carry the book back and forth every day, which is troublesome and tiring.

On the second floor, on the right-hand side is the office, second grade, first grade, and on the left-hand side, third grade, and fourth grade. Since the classroom hadn't been moved yet, Xiaoxi's desks were still in the original classroom, so the three of them walked to the second-grade classroom on the right hand side with their books in their arms.

Passing by the office, Xiaoxi saw through the open door that there was a man in his fifties sitting at the desk at the door, very bookish, holding a folding fan in his hand, shaking it gently, it was still a little hot at this time. Slightly bald, his hair is combed back, and he wears washed white short sleeves, exuding a comfortable atmosphere all over his body.

Next to the man sat a boy about the same age as Xiaoxi, wearing a red T-sleeve, his face was getting whiter, and he was lying on his desk boredly and pretending to sleep.

Xiaoxi knew that this was the new teacher, surnamed Zhan, and that the little boy was his grandson, named Zhan Hao, and they would accompany him through the third and fourth grades.

Mr. Zan is Xiaoxi's first favorite teacher. He is very talented, even if he takes basic courses in Chinese and mathematics, he can also write calligraphy and depict Danqing, and they are all good. He is also gentle, generous, and very amiable.

Locking the book into the desk, putting the stool upside down on the table, and pushing the table towards the third-grade classroom, Zhao Juan helped Chen Yubin push it, and her desk was carried by his grandfather from home and put into the classroom in the morning.

When passing by the office, Mr. Zan was gone, and Zan Hao sat in his place with a folding fan and fiddled with it casually.

The desks were moved to the classroom, and then the classroom was cleaned up, and the group went home.

Although several books have been distributed, they are not taught such as "Ideology and Morality", and basically only take mathematics and Chinese classes. Now there is one more, practicing calligraphy.

Not long after the start of school, Mr. Zan showed Xiaoxi and them the calligraphy that he had practiced for many years.

Then he asked the student to buy a brush and ink, and practice two calligraphy words a day, which he had to check.

The brush is very cheap, five cents a piece, and the ink is a five-day bottle. Teacher Zan also taught them how to save paper and use a notebook repeatedly. The first time to do homework, the second time to play grass in the blank space, the third time to write brush characters, and the fourth and fifth times, to write brush words in the gap.

I was quite excited to write calligraphy on the first day, because Xiaoxi had never written calligraphy since Teacher Zan didn't teach her, so this is more than 20 years later, holding a calligraphy again.

In fact, Xiaoxi still wants to practice a good calligraphy, because later when she was in junior high school and college, others had strengths, such as hard pens, chalk writing, and painting, but she didn't. She likes calligraphy, but it's just one word, lazy, and didn't stick to it.

When I got home, I took out the brush, wrote the words left in the brush, and after finishing my homework, I took the brush and planned to wash it. There are two small puddles with a radius of one meter on the side of the path next to the vegetable garden of Xiaoxi's house, one up and one on the other. Because the water from the mountains must pass through here in order to flow into the weir pond in front of the creek's house, the water in these two puddles flows all year round, and is always full and clean.

The surrounding area is covered with yellow wattle sticks, and the water is flowing, so it is very cool. It's very hot in the summer, and Xiaoxi likes to brush his shoes and wash two simple clothes here. No, Xiaoxi took the used brush and carefully cleaned the ink from the brush in the puddle below.

In addition to the brush words arranged by the teacher every day, Xiaoxi also added two large characters to himself, and he insisted on completing them every day, so he made rapid progress, and gradually the brush words were written out of a little bit.

Another thing Xiaoxi likes about Mr. Zan is his way of teaching. As long as the class is assigned to write homework, then after you finish your homework, he will correct it on the spot, and the rest of your time is free class, and as long as the students don't understand anything, you can ask you to give a lecture.

On this day, Xiaoxi finished his homework and gave the book to Mr. Zan for him to correct, because no one had finished it at this time, so Xiaoxi waited for him to finish changing it before taking the book back, and sure enough, it was all right.

"Chen Yuxi, tell me about this topic. After returning to her seat, Luo Ting next to her stopped the stream.

"Oh, which way?" After putting the notebook back in his seat, Xiaoxi looked at Luo Ting's math book. Because everyone was doing their homework at this time, the brook kept its voice low. I was a little uncomfortable, because no matter how small the voice I spoke at this time, it seemed very abrupt in the classroom.

"I've been doing this for a long time, but I still won't. Luo Ting pointed to a question and said very distressedly.

"Oh, I'll see. A train runs from A to B at 5 a.m., travels 120 kilometers per hour as originally planned, and arrives at B at 3 p.m., but the actual arrival time is 5 p.m., two hours late. Q: How many kilometers does the train actually travel per hour?"

At this time, Pu Xiaoli, who was holding a book on the side, heard Xiaoxi talking about this question and hurried over. She walked around the classroom, trying to find someone to teach her about the subject, but she was busy with herself, and she was too embarrassed to bother.

Pu Xiaoli's arrival did not attract much attention from Xiaoxi, looking at Luo Ting, who was still very blindfolded, Xiaoxi patiently explained: "You see it's like this, you do this first, and then like this, and the answer will come out." ”

Seeing Luo Ting's sudden realization, Xiaoxi still said, "Understood?"

Luo Ting nodded violently, looking at Xiaoxi's excitement, "Understood, understood, Chen Yuxi thank you!"

Xiaoxi returned to her seat without any trouble, and at this time, several more students handed in their homework books and had the sound of talking, so the classroom was no longer quiet all of a sudden, and several more students took their books and asked her questions.

When the class was about to end, Teacher Zan handed out the corrected homework book, took Pu Xiaoli's homework book, and said very puzzled: "Pu Xiaoli, you wrote this question correctly in the front, why is it wrong in the back, and it is still complicated?" I said, I can't do homework, I have to ask more questions from others who are good at learning." ”

Pu Xiaoli stood up and said cautiously: "Teacher, I just asked Chen Yuxi, and that's what she told me." ”

Teacher Zan looked at Xiaoxi suspiciously, Chen Yuxi's homework just now was all right, how could he tell others wrong.

Huh, Xiaoxi said he was confused. "Teacher, I didn't give her a lecture. She remembers clearly, she didn't give Pu Xiaoli a lecture.

Seeing that Xiaoxi didn't admit it, Pu Xiaoli said anxiously: "That's when you gave Luo Ting a lecture just now." ”

Xiaoxi glanced at Luo Ting next to her, and suddenly realized, "Teacher, I was teaching Luo Ting this question, but I didn't teach Pu Xiaoli, and Luo Ting did this question correctly." ”

Seeing the teacher coming over, Luo Ting hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, Chen Yuxi told me this question, and Pu Xiaoli was listening to it at the time." As he spoke, he turned his homework book to that page and showed it to Mr. Zan, "This question was taught to me by Chen Yuxi, and I answered it correctly." ”

Teacher Zan took a look at it and found that it was true, walked to Pu Xiaoli's desk, returned her homework book to her, and said helplessly: "When people talk about the topic, you see, the same person talks about the same question, others do it right, you do it wrong, na, be serious next time." ”

Pu Xiaoli carefully took the book, and she didn't dare to come out. The brook spits out turbid air, what is this!

Creek was swapped seats, in groups of four, and she was sandwiched in the middle.

I didn't want to finish my homework early and be summoned by others, so Xiaoxi lay on the table and wrote slowly.

......Xiaoxi got up and saw that it was Zan Hao, carrying his stool, squeezing between Xiaoxi and his tablemates, it turned out that he was here to tutor his tablemates, so he didn't take it seriously, and went back to continue to write his homework.

A small voice came from his ear, "Chen Yuxi, why haven't you finished it yet?"

Xiaoxi looked up at him and found that he was looking into his eyes with a smile, so he quickly turned around and said calmly, "Oh, I'm writing a little slow today." After finishing speaking, he continued to write his homework, and the sound of him explaining the math problems in his ears was heard.

Although the writing hand did not stop, Xiaoxi's thoughts had already flown away.

At that time, Xiaoxi was attracted to Zan Hao, because he was clean, including clothes, eyes, face, and smile. He doesn't look like a child in the countryside at all, some seem to be from the county seat, but it's true that his home is in the next village.

At that time, he was like this, he hooked up with himself every time he tutored his classmates' homework, cough, just chatting a few words, and always laughing at himself, at that time, Xiaoxi would think wildly, fantasizing about how to be with him (please forgive her for her precociousness, and I watched too many TV series).

But in autumn, he has a habit of carrying a few soaked green persimmons in his schoolbag every day.

Every morning before class, Xiaoxi would see him holding a green persimmon to nibble, thinking how much he liked to eat persimmons! And looking at the green skin of the persimmon, it felt that it should be hard and crunchy, please forgive her for not eating persimmons. Xiaoxi's family did not have persimmon trees, and persimmons never aroused her interest, but because of Zan Hao, she was more interested in this green persimmon during that time.

But one day, he didn't gnaw persimmons, because he gave the persimmons to Hong Hong in the class, the next day he took one more, one with Hong Hong, and on the third day, Xiao Xiba looked at him to take one more and let himself taste it, but no.

Xiaoxi was very angry, hooking up with herself (smiling at her and leaning around her while the topic was talking), and hooking up with Hong Hong (giving her persimmons to eat) on the other.

After being injured, Brook decides to stay away from him (in fact, Brook refuses to admit that she was for that bite).

Thinking about it, I moved to the side a little more, and it was better to stay away from him. Zan Hao watched Chen Yuxi move out and move a little more on the side, very puzzled, what is this for?