"Get up little lazy pig, and if you sleep again, the sun will burn your buttocks," Zhengji patted Liu Lu's waist and said dotingly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ah," Liu Lu exclaimed, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, the minute hand had already pointed halfway, and she was about to be late for half an hour, she sat up from the bed suddenly, and the sheet fell from her upper body, exposing her young and beautiful body to the air.

"Here, your clothes, don't worry, I'll be with you in a while", Zhengji sat up, took Liu Lu's clothes from the bedside, and handed them to her, the angular body was also exposed to the sun, and the handsome arc made Liu Lu a little unable to take his eyes off.

After a few seconds, Liu Lu reacted, and while wearing clothes with his back to Zhengji, he remembered what Zhengji had just said, and asked with some expectation: "Are you going to school together?"

Zhengji looked at the beauty's dressing for a long time, smiled and nodded: "It's less than a month before the college entrance examination, and there is nothing important about the work, I decided to work hard with you to do the final sprint, and by the way, take a look at the situation of Fancheng during this time."

What he said is actually half-true, wanting the final sprint is true, and observing the situation of Fancheng is also true, but it is false that work doesn't matter, just yesterday, Hu Yu of Yanjing also called to ask him when he would go back, according to her narration, after the awards ceremony, whether it is fame or popularity, he has broken through to a new height, and he is already a well-deserved new king of the mainland Chinese music scene, it is no exaggeration to say that eight of the ten songs played in the streets and alleys are sung by him, and it is precisely because of this that seeking his cooperation is like a carp crossing the river, "Hulan Satellite TV" and "Jiangsu and Zhejiang Satellite TV" Many TV stations have expressed to him their intention to invite him to be a guest on talk shows, and there are countless commercial invitation performances, and even a few inviters have given a sky-high price of five million an hour of singing, but these have been rejected by Zhengji without hesitation, money is good, but some things are more precious than money, the reason why he earns money is not for money, but for the happiness that money can bring to his relatives and friends, he will not put the cart before the horse, not to mention, after the shipwreck was put on the agenda, he was not so urgent about money, so he asked Hu Yu to help him push away all the invitations for nearly a month。

"Really? That is to say, before the college entrance examination, you won't be leaving?" Liu Lu didn't expect Zhengji to say this, and looked at him with a look of surprise, in fact, in the past few days, although Zhengji has returned, she still thinks about whether Zhengji will leave soon, after all, she can understand Zhengji's busy work, but she didn't expect that Zhengji actually gave herself such a big surprise, and she could spend this last high school time side by side with him under the same sky.

"Well, I won't leave, the time of my third year of high school, although it is hard, is also a rare life experience", Zhengji smiled and stroked Liu Lu's cheek and said seriously.

The same familiar road, the same luxuriant overwhelming sycamores, the tender green leaves swaying with the wind, there is still the sound of the early morning sanitation workers in yellow coats rustling and sweeping the floor in the distance, there are always dead leaves on the ground that cannot be swept clean and broken, the sky is blue in the gap between the leaves, like a line of sky, so far away in the leaf forest, extending to a place that even the line of sight can not reach.

The sky is lit up very early, and the spring sky conveys the romantic taste of covering the sky and the sun, there is a fragrance hurriedly brushing over the face, there are tree shadows cast on the mottled face, and there are pillars of light that can't wait to penetrate through the cracks in the leaves, as the sun rises, it gradually blends with the surrounding environment and renders it into a saturated color in the oil painting.

Zhengji did not drive, but walked side by side with Liu Lu on the road to the school, Liu Lu snuggled up to Zhengji's side with a happy face, held his hand tightly, obsessively looked at the long body in the morning light, confident and crystal eyes, still flowing with clear eyes as amber sensible, these eyes, with the stubbornness that never admit defeat and the depth like a bright galaxy, as if feeling her gaze, eyes intersected, and countless sweetness diffused in the morning light.

People come and go, traffic shuttles, good times are always fast, the long road in the past has become as if close at hand at this moment, unconsciously, the outline of the second middle school has appeared in front of the two, the white roof, the familiar rooftop, everything in the eyes of the political discipline, as if back to yesterday on the rooftop with the guitar whispering, at that time, I just experienced the joy of rebirth, found the direction of life, everything is so full of fighting spirit, I feel that everything is so beautiful, time white horse flies, in a blink of an eye, things are wrong, the girl who listened to her singing on the rooftop also disappeared in the long river of her life, I don't know where I went, but Fan Cheng has now become like this, a trace of sadness and remembrance flashed in Zhengji's eyes, he took a slight breath, and walked into the campus with Liu Lu.

In the first class of the third year of high school, Zhou Qingmei was a little absent-mindedly talking about the exam questions on the sprint test paper, and subconsciously looked at the vacant seats under the classroom, the vacancy of political discipline, the vacancy of Fancheng, and the position of Liu Lu, who had never been late, was actually empty today.

Suddenly, Zhou Qingmei's brows furrowed slightly, with a little force, her eyes narrowed dangerously, as if she had found a cheetah like a prey, her fingers condensed slightly, and the next second, the white half of the chalk in her hand came out of her hand, like a precise guided missile, and hit the head of a lying boy in the last row with a "boom" in the next second, stirring up a trace of white dust.

"Ahh

Zhou Qingmei looked at her students with sharp eyes like an eagle, so that a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the boy's forehead unconsciously, and he lowered his head, and he didn't dare to breathe, "Fan Zhe, you can, the college entrance examination is going to be in another month, you still have the heart to sleep in class?! Your academic performance is not good, but can you give up on yourself like this? Also, what did you hide in the stool just now? Is it a novel?!"

Fan Zhe looked at Zhou Qingmei with a hint of pleading in his eyes, hoping that she could let herself go, and said imperceptibly in a voice like a mosquito: "Teacher Zhou, no, it's nothing, it's just some inconsequential sundries."

It's just that he underestimated Zhou Qingmei's determination, what happened recently made her not in a very good mood, glared at Fan Zhe, and she said again: "I said the last time, take it out! Don't wait for me to do it myself, it won't be so simple to spare you at that time!"

Fan Zhe looked at Zhou Qingmei's unwavering eyes, gritted his teeth, bent down as if he was a beat slower, and slowly pulled out his homework book, Zhou Qingmei didn't want to, when Fan Zhe didn't have time to stop it, he dragged the booklet, glanced at the content on it, and a trace of astonishment flashed on his face, obviously he didn't expect that the content on it turned out to be lines of words and phrases with slightly green words, and there were even some notation-like symbols.

"Are you writing a song?" Zhou Qingmei looked at it for a few seconds and asked with a hint of speculation.

"Well," Fan Zhe replied in a low voice, subconsciously glanced at the direction of the seat of Zhengji, he was indeed writing songs, in terms of learning, he understood his level, no matter how hard he tried, he was destined to only be admitted to three universities at most, in these three years, most of the time he spent in chaos, he thought that he would end his high school life in such a mess, but the appearance of Zhengji made him see the opportunity to pursue his dreams, since Zhengji can work, then why can't he become the next Zhengji? So, in another way, he began to borrow all the time to start racking his brains to write songs, until he was so sleepy just now that he was discovered by Zhou Qingmei.

Zhou Qingmei's keen eyes obviously captured Fan Zhe's movements clearly, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, threw the notebook on Fan Zhe's desk, and said in a serious voice: " Fan Zhe, some things can't be forced, similarly, some people are also inimitable, some geniuses, are destined to be only a few, not all of them can achieve his kind of achievements, dreams are sometimes beautiful, but the reality is sometimes cruel, many things, not that you can achieve it with wishful thinking, the teacher knows, maybe you are not the only one in the class, take Zhengji as your own example, and look forward to the day when you can walk on a broader stage with your own songs," Speaking, Zhou Qingmei glanced at the students in the classroom, her words were not groundless, because of political discipline, in the past six months, she has obviously found that many students have focused a large part of their energy on music, obviously, they want to follow the same path as political discipline.

Many of the students who were swept by Zhou Qingmei couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look her in the eyes. "The teacher is not against you pursuing your dreams and hobbies, but you also have to recognize the reality, recognize yourself, it is possible that you are only temporarily blinded by the brilliance of political discipline, mistakenly think that it is the best road, but never want to be the most suitable path for yourself, maybe this set of roads for political discipline is a sunny road, but for another person to go, it can only be narrower and narrower, each of you has your own strengths, also have your own talents, to be good at discovering your own talents, to make use of them, the teacher believes that your achievements are not necessarily worse than the future political discipline, even if it is you, Fan Zhe, your mathematical talentIsn't it your strength? Do you remember the honor you won in the city-wide math competition in your sophomore year of high school?" Zhou Qingmei's earnest voice resounded in the classroom, which resonated with many people, and many students lowered their heads and thought about it.