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When Xu Manting accompanied her to the gate of her community, the dispute on the bus was almost resolved in her heart, and when she returned home, she was happily greeted by Xuan Chunhua to the table with four dishes and one soup with hot steam, and she didn't mention it to her parents at all, and she couldn't let her mother angrily help her denounce her at the dinner table, and she didn't eat comfortably.

After dinner, she took her snow boots to the balcony to wipe them.

Xuan Chunhua followed, and saw her daughter squatting by the open umbrella to wipe her shoes, and the tip of the umbrella bone was about to poke Xu Shuang's sweater, and immediately said verbosity: "Shuangshuang, take a small stool and sit on it, your feet are not sore?" ”

Having said that, Xuan Chunhua raised her hand and took the umbrella herself, and hurriedly took out the small black lacquer wooden stool stuffed under the flower stand and pushed it in front of Xu Shuangzhen. Xu Shuangchuan pursed her lips and smiled, and sat down on the small stool.

"It's rough to do things. Xuan Chunhua said angrily, turned her head to look at another long umbrella hanging by the flower stand, and boasted, "Shuangshuang, when did you buy this umbrella, the quality is good." ”

Xu Shuangchuan raised her eyes and saw that it was the black umbrella that Lin Yu gave her.

"I borrowed it. ”

This glance reminded Xu Shuangshuang. I don't know when I will have the opportunity to return this umbrella to Lin Yu, and the students he introduced are only his relatives and friends, and they don't live together, so it's inconvenient to transfer it. Even if she and Lin Yu happened to meet one day, she couldn't always bring the umbrella with her, if she forgot it, the umbrella would be hers.

Xu Shuangchuan was not used to taking other people's things, she was thinking about how to return the umbrella to Lin Yu. At this moment, she lowered her head and brushed her shoes, her eyes touched the small stool under her, and she couldn't help but remember that this small stool and Lin Yu seemed to have a little relationship.

There is a labor skills class in junior high school, and Xu Shuangchuan's work is this small stool.

The labor skills class is very interesting, a total of four weeks, one afternoon a week, students can freely choose weaving, embroidery, knotting, carpentry and other courses, students only need to complete one work within the school hours to pass. Those who learn to weave wool will hand over a scarf that is at least one and a half meters long, those who learn embroidery will hand over a cloth handkerchief with flowers and leaves, those who learn to knot ropes will make a five-meter-long hemp rope and tie two kinds of knots for objects, and those who learn carpentry will make a small stool that can sit on people.

Everyone likes it very much, every time I get to the afternoon of the labor class, it is like leaving school early to play.

Song Xiaoyan learned embroidery, and Xu Shuang chose carpentry.

Xu Shuangchuan's choice was not adjusted by the teacher, but was chosen by Xuanchunhua for her. When she looked at the blackboard and did her homework, her eyes were always dry and astringent, and she usually wore eye drops. Xuanchun was worried, although the work of woolen hook embroidery or something was suitable for girls, but the eyes needed to stare at a small place for a long time, which was not suitable for Xu Shuang's eye care requirements at that time. Tie the rope, I heard that you have to rub the hemp rope, the girl's hands are delicate, and it is not suitable to do it. After weighing, it is better to carpenter, just take a small hammer and nail a few planks out of a small square stool, and her family has this strength.

Xu Shuangchuan is also willing to learn carpentry. She likes to take a wooden stool back, choose vegetables for her mother, wash her father's feet, and tease the little goldfish in the glass tank for her. Since she was a child, she has her own exclusive small stool, with her for many years, when she was a child, she was used to eat, and later when she was older, she put it at the door to change her shoes, but unfortunately on the night of a meter trip two years ago, she was stepped on by Xu Manting to check the fuse. When Xuan Chunhua threw it, Xu Shuangchuan was still sad for a while, after all, she had been with the low stool for more than ten years, and she was quite reluctant, as soon as she heard that the carpentry course was going to make a stool, she immediately jumped to try.

Xu Manting promised her that if she brought back a new low stool made by himself for the family, he would be responsible for painting the wood paint by hand.

In the carpentry class, Xu Shuangchuan was the only girl.

The teacher is an old man who does shavings painting in the folk art association, and was invited to give them a group of students to guide them to make stools, the style of painting is indeed wrong, but the old man happily, the first class started, and each person was given a stool board with four legs, which was big enough and long enough, and said to the students: "You can do it yourself, if it is too big, you will see off a little, and then polish and polish it, if it is too small, there is no way, if you think the size and length are appropriate, you can use it like this." As long as the legs of the stool are snapped into the stool board and assembled in the last class, everyone sits in front of me, and the stool does not fall apart, and you will pass. ”

The boys were generally willing to work more, and after the teacher had finished speaking, they picked up the saws and sawed the legs and boards back and forth, and were very busy. Xu Shuang measured it, and also wanted to cut off a section, otherwise as soon as the four stool legs were pressed, one class would be completed, and the remaining classes would have nothing to do, too idle and not good-looking.

The boys were very kind in the first class, and they all said to her, the only girl: "Sister Bao, you draw the line on the wood, and we will each cut off the edge of the saw leg for you, and you assemble it last, saving some effort." ”

Xu Shuangchuan sincerely thanked everyone, marked his stool legs, watched the students practice using saws, and actively cleaned the sawdust on the floor, and had a very happy first class.

Another week passed, and the second class began, but no one helped her.

That day, she had a very bad day.

It was really hard to take a chemistry test in the last two classes of the morning. Xu Shuangchuan did it seriously, and pondered over the last big question. That question involved the periodic table, and she memorized it in her heart, and even wrote the top twenty digits in turn on scratch paper to make sure that it was correct before daring to do the calculus. When she finished writing, she sighed, and quickly reviewed the question again, feeling that she had all the scores of this big question in hand, so she hurriedly turned the test paper back to check, and there were a few questions in front of her that were very unsure of the answer, and she had to consider it again when she had time.

When the time came, the bell rang, Xu Shuangchuan put down the pen regretfully, there was a multiple-choice question she was not sure whether she was alive or dead, so she had to let it go.

The teacher stood on the podium, and the students left their seats one after another to hand in the test papers. Xu Shuangchuan stood up, picked up his roll, and habitually glanced at his name, ready to hand it in. Song Xiaoyan, who was at the same table, had already walked forward from the aisle on the other side, and Lin Yu in the back row was blocked by her, waiting behind her, her eyes aimed at her exam papers.

In an instant, Xu Shuang's heart fell like falling into an ice cave. At that age, reading was a big thing in their lives, and other things were not their turn to worry about, so test results could always evoke emotional ups and downs for students, whether they were reluctant to admit it or not. Xu Shuangchuan suddenly realized that this matter was related to the test.

The last big question she worked so hard to make was not done on the exam paper, but on scratch paper.

What do students hate most about exams? First, they hate not writing their names after completing the test paper, second, they hate that the answer sheet is filled in with a wrong box, which causes the whole answer to be shifted, and third, they hate that there are questions on the back side of the test paper and they don't even see them, and finally they hate the lack of intelligence and can't answer the questions.

Xu Shuangchuan can answer it, and he doesn't need to fill in the answer sheet, just write it directly in the blank space under the question of the test paper. This is the last question, which ends on the left half of the reverse side of the test paper, and the right half of the page leaves enough space for them to answer the question, but she unknowingly wrote it on the scratch paper that the teacher kindly sent.

It was a twenty-point question, and Xu Shuang's heart hurt so much that he didn't know how it hurt. (To be continued.) )