Watching Teacher Lin leave, Yang Zijian was grateful and earnestly immersed himself in copying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the first time that a paper has been submitted to a national newspaper, and it is recommended by the school, and there are several very avant-garde editors of Sprout Magazine, so it is very likely to be selected.

However, for some reason, from the moment he entered the classroom today, Yang Zijian felt that his back was cold, and he was gritty, as if he was entangled by some "resentful spirit", and he had a pair of resentful eyes staring at him tightly.

Who?

Yang Zijian glanced to the right with his intuition, but his intuition was always unreliable, and he didn't find anything unusual, he stood up and looked in two directions to the left, and sure enough, he saw a pair of clear phoenix eyes, which seemed to be resentful, and seemed to be happy.

Wang!

I don't seem to have offended her, look at her eyes, I can't wait to immerse myself in a pig cage, can't I say anything directly? As a propaganda commissioner, he is usually good at dancing with long sleeves, generous and atmospheric, what words never stuff in his stomach, what's wrong today?

Yang Zijian was a man of action and immediately got up and walked to her table.

At this time, the fourth group of two eyes shot over, one was Zhang Jin at the last table, she pursed her mouth slightly, wanted to say something and shut up, turned her head away with some disdain, and continued to look at the exercise book on the left hand.

The other is Wang Yun at the sixth table, her face is happy, and she seems to be a little aggrieved, and her eyes are slightly red.

Yang Zijian really didn't understand now, walked to her table, lowered his head, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you, who bullied you?" Or are you not feeling well? ”

Wang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his voice and asked, "You don't know?" ”

"What?"

"My birthday!"

Damn, how would I know.

Of course, Yang Zijian understood when he looked at Wang Yun's appearance, her birthday is coming, maybe today. is fifteen years old, that is, thirteen or fourteen years old, which is equivalent to cardamom years. No wonder she has been dangling around and harassing her for the past two days, so that's what happened!

Yang Zijian scratched his head and said, "I'm very sorry, I really don't know, no one told me!" I'll give you a gift and write a poem specifically for you to congratulate Fangchen! ”

When Wang Yun heard a new poem written specifically for her, she immediately turned her anger into joy, and whispered shyly: "Okay, let's go to dinner together at noon, and the two of us will celebrate first." I won't invite you to the birthday party in the evening, and my parents won't let me invite boys to the house. ”

“OK！” Yang Zijian didn't want to see her parents either, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl took a boy home for her birthday, and I am afraid that eleven out of ten parents would be unhappy, and the boy would also be under a lot of pressure.

Yang Zijian returned to his seat, straightened Lin Yi's gossip's head, removed his curious gaze, and then began to look in the schoolbag, OK, I found it, the two exquisite notebooks given by the town government have not been used yet, choose a light red notebook with a flower pattern skin as a gift.

You don't have to spend money, no matter how rich you are, you can't compare to a banker, right? Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, the ceremony is light and affectionate, and the most important thing is to write a good poem that touches the girl.

Today is September 24th, so Wang Yun is a Libra?

What kind of poems do you want to write?

After thinking about it, I found one of the popular verses that I remembered in later generations, revised it slightly, opened the cover, and wrote on the title page with a pen:

"The farthest distance in the world

-- I wish Wang Yun a happy birthday and eternal age

The farthest distance in the world,

It's not the distance between trees ......"

By the way, the blunt "I love you" in the end must be changed to an ambiguous "I like you", which is in line with the hazy style of this era, otherwise it will be regarded as a hooligan, maybe one day it will be discovered by her father, this is the evidence, and it can be directly arrested and sentenced to a "hooliganism", and it will be destroyed with one shot.

After blowing a few blows, I dried the poems written in the pen and letters, closed the cover, and turned my eyes to the flower bed of Taoli Garden, which was full of flowers, with a bunch of red, canna, allium orchid, and chrysanthemums, what to pick?

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the bell rang for the end of the fourth period, Wang Yun put his schoolbag on his back, glanced at Zhang Jin very proudly, and flew to Yang Zijian generously like a little swallow and said, "Let's go!" ”

Xie Xiaoqin, Lin Yi and the others immediately asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Yang Zijian was afraid that Wang Yun would speak "stupidly and sweetly", so he hurriedly explained: "The inaugural issue of "Oak Tree" will be arranged this week, and the sample issue will be printed next week, and we will go to the police station to ask for sponsorship money, and the report of the Chengxi Police Station will be published in Youth Daily on Thursday! ”

When Lin Yi heard this, he asked nervously, "My name is also on it, right?" ”

"Of course!" Wang Yun affirmed, "The manuscript is the last check I make, and the five members of the communication team will report it." ”

Lin Yi immediately said excitedly: "OK, you guys hurry up and do something, the revolutionary work is important, I will help Zijian eat the sauce bacon at noon." ”

Yang Zijian lifted the paper bag containing mooncakes, which contained birthday gifts, including a bunch of small bouquets of red, baby chrysanthemums and allium orchids wrapped in homework paper. He and Wang Yun joined the army of students returning home from school, like two jelly thrown into a stream, and immediately became inconspicuous.

On the sidewalk on the left side of the school gate, there is an old ginkgo tree, how the leaves are abundant, compared with other French plane trees, it is a bit of a cocoon, the feeling of hanging from each other.

Yang Zijian stood under the tree and waited for a while.

Suzuchi-

Wang Yun stepped on a borrowed, very new and sturdy phoenix bicycle, drove over a little crookedly, braked, stepped on the sidewalk a step above the road, and shouted, "Come up, I'll take you." ”

Yang Zijian worried: "You can't do it, look at the way you rarely ride a bicycle." For safety, he put the gift bag into the basket and said, "You get down, I'll take you!" ”

"You can ride?" Wang Yun exclaimed curiously, isn't this Yang Zijian's family so poor that they don't even have a TV?

Yang Zijian explained helplessly: "My family used to be wide, and my family also has three major pieces in the countryside, watches, bicycles, and sewing machines, otherwise my father would not be able to marry my mother." He also secretly said in his heart: Even if I bring motorcycles and cars, I will also drive them, do I dare to drive them?

The wind was blowing in his ears, and Yang Zijian carried Wang Yun and pedaled his bicycle along the highway by the Min River, according to Wang Yun's instructions, and drove north.

Wang Yun sat on the back frame, grasping the saddle with both hands, and his forehead pressed against Yang Zijian's back from time to time, which made his heart itch.

"Stop." Wang Yun suddenly shouted.

Yang Zijian stopped pedaling, the wheels were still rotating smoothly under inertia, and he turned his head sideways and asked her, "What's wrong?" ”

She looked into the distance and said in surprise: "Look at those egrets, how leisurely they fly!" ”

Yang Zijian also looked: the Min River flows slowly, a green rice field opposite, tightly surrounded by the city in the distance, seven or eight egrets fly slowly on the rice field, indescribably beautiful.