Boredom knocking melon seeds, looking at the few boys who were shouting "Stupid Child" in the open space in the center of the classroom, Feng Yiming, who only listened to songs and applauded and drank in KTV in his previous life, tried to suppress his emotions, broke the stereo, broke the microphone, and added a few broken throats, it was too TM terrible. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After swallowing his share of melon seeds, he reached out and touched a handful of melon seeds from Zhang Jingjing's table next to him, Feng Yiming leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you have a show?"

Zhang Jingjing rolled her eyes, "Low-key." ”

Looking at the old-fashioned black-framed glasses on the girl's face, Feng Yiming changed the topic meaningfully, "After watching "Jane Eyre", have you watched "Wuthering Heights"?"

"I've watched it, and now I'm watching "The Condor Heroes". ”

Feng Yiming was speechless, this painting style was still changing very fast, "Like Yang Guo?"

"I don't know. ”

"The little dragon girl?"

"I don't know"

Feng Yiming was furious, this was completely impossible to communicate, "Then what do you know?"

Zhang Jingjing clapped her hands, straightened up, and said slowly, "I know you're going to be unlucky." ”

Feng Yiming was excited, and looked up to see Ye Zizi, who was in charge of the New Year's Day class meeting, walking onto the podium with a fake flower.

"Students, now, let's play a game, beat the drum and pass the flowers, this flower is passed in the clockwise direction, and when I shout to stop, the students with flowers in their hands come up to perform a show, do you say okay?"

There was a burst of cheers in the classroom, Feng Yiming thought with a wooden face, these two girls are full of fancy intestines, so they pity themselves, an honest person, and they are not negotiable.

Feng Yiming has a little numb scalp, he has not had any artistic cells since he was a child, when he was in elementary school, his mother took him to the Children's Palace to experiment with countless musical instruments, and then he had no choice but to give up. Feng Yiming glanced at Ye Zizi, who was smiling, and didn't turn around, unable to complain, is this how you play drumming and passing flowers?

As expected, as soon as the fake flower reached his hand, Ye Zizi immediately shouted, "Stop! Now please Feng Yiming come up and perform a show, everyone applauds and welcomes!"

"It's okay to perform the show, but it's a bit long, and it's not too early today......" Feng Yiming racked his brains before he thought of something he was good at.

In the previous life, I just entered the university, as soon as the military training ended, the seniors of countless student clubs formed a team to refresh the dormitory, and under the persuasion of a virtuous and gentle senior sister, I paid the money to join the sketch club in a daze, and later learned that the senior sister was casting a wide net, and came to the novice dormitory to save some popularity for the club, and by the way, cheated some small money to eat and drink. But after entering the sketch club, I still learned something steadily, although the level is inferior, but it is not a problem to fool the layman, and the junior and senior students also got some money from the freshman dormitory to spend.

Where was Ye Zizi willing to let Feng Yiming escape this catastrophe, he did not hesitate to run to the teacher's office to find white paper and pencils. Feng Yiming froze, and involuntarily appeared in his mind, the face that took off his black-framed glasses and glanced at him.

Zhang Jingjing looked at the boy who was frowning and painting with interest, with a trace of expectation in her heart.

Feng Yiming, who devoted himself to this sketch, completely relied on instinct to swing the pen, and as the portrait on the paper gradually took shape, the smiling and beautiful face in his mind gradually imprinted into his heart.

Looking at Ye Zizi, who was standing next to Feng Yiming regardless of his image and opened his mouth wide, several girls also came up, "Wow, beauty, the painting is so beautiful, who is this?"

Zhang Jingjing, who has always been calm and calm, also involuntarily stood up on tiptoe, when she saw the somewhat familiar face on the drawing paper, more beautiful than flowers, smiling, the girl couldn't help but think stupidly, "Is this himself in his mind?"

Although he didn't use professional sketch paper and pencils, Feng Yiming felt that this was the most successful sketch in his two lives, and Feng Yiming got up and looked at Zhang Jingjing, who was staring at him in a daze, he knew very well in his heart that a semester of contact made him sure that this girl should not be from an ordinary family, if you want to break through those resistances and stand by this girl's side, you must have a better self.

Feng Yiming touched Ye Zi's head, gently tugged at the pigtails on her head, turned around and walked out of the classroom, leaving behind him the crowd of people and chattering.

1999 has arrived, the first national "New Concept Essay Contest" has been in full swing on campus, the first prize winner, later ran to play racing, play the director's "national father-in-law" also has a lot of popularity in Qingping, a second-tier city, of course, the teachers in the city No. 1 Middle School with college entrance examination results as the only criterion do not like him.

In 1999, in Feng Yiming's memory, the most impressive thing is undoubtedly the bombing of the Chinese Embassy in the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, after the incident, the flag was lowered at half-mast in Tiananmen Square to mourn, but Feng Yiming, a junior high school student, did not think that he could do anything, the country and the country, first the country and then the family, if he could do something for the country, in Wenchuan in 2008, he might be able to do more.

After the New Year's Day holiday, Feng Yiming began to concentrate on politics, history and other courses that need to be memorized, and his mother who took the senior high school graduating class became more and more busy.

Feng Yiming came home from school to cook quickly, sat at the dining table, and looked at the Qingping Daily brought back by his father yesterday while eating, only two weeks after New Year's Day, the newspaper has published the news about the first textile factory in Qingping City for the fourth time this year, Feng Yiming carefully recalled the chat when he met the children of the textile factory in SH in his previous life. At that time, the other party said a lot and was very detailed, saying that he saw the fire on the roof of the building with his own eyes and heard a terrible cry for help.

If the group incident occurred during school, he should not know so detailed, the possibility of the incident occurring in the summer vacation is relatively large, and then reminiscent of the father's accident, he began to pay attention to the resume of the leaders of Qingping City, Mayor Zhang Changhe was airborne in Qingping in August 1999, which happened to coincide in time.

Before Feng Yiming finished eating, Feng Wei'an walked into the house with a tired face, got up to serve food to his father, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong, Dad." ”

Feng Wei'an picked up the rice bowl listlessly, "God really doesn't have long eyes, why didn't a thunderbolt kill him!"

Feng Yiming guessed that his father was angry with his boss, Sun Yang, the secretary general of the municipal government, and said with a smile, "Dad, didn't you say that people are doing it, and the sky is watching." ”

Feng Wei'an glared angrily, "Where did you learn the yin and yang weirdness?"

Feng Yiming picked up vegetables for his father with a hippie smile, "Don't look like you're loveless, wait for my mother to come back, be careful......"

Before he could say anything, the door was pushed open, and his mother walked in with a gloomy face, "God doesn't have long eyes, why don't you kill him with a thunderbolt!"

Feng Yiming sneered, he was really a loving couple, and even the words he complained about were exactly the same.

Feng Wei'an put on a energetic look, "What, who doesn't have long eyes?"

Feng Mu said angrily while changing her shoes, "It's not a new Korean one, and she said that she would give me today's self-study class, but she was quite unreasonable and came up to grab the class." "This is the tradition of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, there are only two classes every afternoon, and then they are self-study classes.

Feng Wei'an shook his head, "I don't believe in my words, and I also target female compatriots, I will find him to comment on the theory at night." ”

Feng Mu sighed, "Pull it down, the two families have already torn their faces, and they are judging and commenting, and in the end, they are not quarreling again." ”

Feng Wei'an served a meal for his wife, and changed the topic, "The few dishes you fried today are quite good, how many years have passed, and you have finally grown a little, which is worthy of praise!"

Feng's mother didn't answer, raised her chopsticks and tasted two bites, and looked at her silent son on the side strangely.