Chapter 8: Valley of the Wind

Dawn is the hour of the long night, the beginning of the day, and carries new hope and brings people to the time of the day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Saturday morning was slightly cool, with a layer of small droplets hanging from the grass and foggy last night.

It's still early autumn, and the sun is still rising quite early.

In the summer, the sun rises earlier than us, and when we wake up in the morning, the sun scatters in the corridor, and in the winter, when the sun sleeps in bed, we get up earlier than the sun. (Don't make excuses for your bad geography!) )

All in all, I was very happy on this day, because a week of life at school was too monotonous and boring, and I was finally able to go home.

The morning self-study passed in the students' half-asleep and half-awake state. Well, in fact, I usually read in the morning and I sleep.

The school gates, which had been tightly closed after the end of the morning reading, finally opened, and the students went home with their bags and small bags.

My dad came to pick me up and I got in the car with him.

"How was this week?" My dad asks this question every time he comes home like a repeater.

"It's okay, that's it." I brought my dad the breakfast he bought, and the two steaming buns were still steaming.

"How many times have you said it, you have to study hard, and you will be admitted to a good university in the future, how hard it has taken you to come to this school." My dad drove the driveway.

I nodded, not wanting to say anything more.

I didn't go to junior high school in my city.

When I was in junior high school, my parents were busy with work and didn't have time to take care of me, so they put me in a boarding junior high school in another county, where I was admitted to the high school and then transferred back to my city, which wasted a lot of work.

But I was very uncompetitive and my studies were very poor.

At that age, studying is the only yardstick to measure the quality of a student, so everyone attaches so much importance to it, and does not hesitate to throw away thousands of dollars in exchange for ten points.

In fact, now I feel that I might as well spend that money to buy more food, maybe I can grow taller, what a waste of so much money.

But at that time, I didn't have to learn to learn Chinese, mathematics and memorize history, and my soul was bound by the unclear future all day long, who wouldn't want to be able to get into a good university?

I looked out the window at the scenery and it occurred to me that someone had borrowed ten dollars from me.

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Brother Chao ate the finger cake I borrowed from him for ten yuan, leaning against the classroom window, writing the wound in his hand. (Good rhyme!) )

Normally, at this time, the students are all home, but Brother Chao wants to stay in the classroom to study.

It's not because he loves to learn, it's because the little glasses are also studying on his own in the classroom.

The school allows self-study in the classroom, but almost everyone is in a hurry to go home, and normal people will not stay in school to study.

Brother Chao took out my MP3 from my cupboard, it seemed that he was studying, but he was actually listening to music, and he wrote his homework when his hands were itchy.

School ends at seven o'clock, and the two of them don't say anything until nine o'clock.

"What are you doing? Do you want to do your homework? Little Glasses took the initiative to come over and ask.

"Yes." Brother Chao looked at his watch and was shocked, he had been here for two hours.

"You're so hard." Little Glasses sat next to Brother Chao and said sincerely.

"Huh." Brother Chao smiled, "Are you also studying?" ā€

"Well, it's too noisy at home to learn." Little Glasses paused, "But I can't learn much here." ā€

Brother Chao looked at the little glasses, then stood up and walked to the door and looked at the corridor, "Do you want to watch a movie?" ā€

"Huh? You mean... The little glasses looked at the projector in the classroom.

Usually teachers use this projector to give lectures, the projector projection area is very large, and the light is slightly brightened is a cinema-level effect.

Obviously, Xiao Glasses wanted to do the same, and when Chao Ge turned on the computer, she ran outside to make sure that there was no one and closed the door of the work.

"What do you want to see?" Brother Chao turned on the projector and projected the standby desktop of the computer.

"Hmm." Little Glasses thought for a moment, "Valley of the Wind, can you find it?" ā€

"Little case." Brother Chao, who divided five by two, found "Valley of the Wind".

Melodious pure music came from the big screen, and Brother Chao and Little Glasses sat in the front row.

Maybe it was arranged by heaven, that day was cloudy, and the brightness was higher and clearer.

The farthest journey in this world is from one's own body to one's own heart, from one person's heart to another's heart. Being strong is not about not shedding a single tear in the face of sadness, but about wiping away your tears and smiling and facing your life later.

Take your faith, young man, and go to find your own country! What about dedicating your life?