After eating, Yang Zijian and Wang Yun had a tacit understanding and walked along the embankment by the Min River. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The clouds seemed to have cleared a bit, and a bright spot appeared over the school, but it was still raining elsewhere in the city, and the river breeze was particularly refreshing with a hint of rain on the face.

"It turns out that you like stamp collecting, but unfortunately I don't have that condition, but I collect cigarette cases, pick them up everywhere, and collect two large books. In May last year, a devastating flood flooded my house, and I only had time to rush out the books, and the cigarettes were blistered and destroyed. Yang Zijian and Wang Yun talked about the past of childhood, "I was very skinny when I was a child, often playing hide and seek in the old house, often finding some secret passages, as well as touching snails in paddy fields, fishing for four-legged snakes at the foot of the mountain, touching river mussels in the shallows of the Minjiang River, fishing for crucian carp in the stream......"

Wang Yun also talked about herself, but compared with Yang Zijian, she found that life in the city was much more monotonous than in the countryside, and she spent more time doing homework, reading extracurricular books, watching TV, running, etc., and by the way, she had to be responsible for housework and assist the teacher in managing the class.

When he was about to arrive at the school gate, Wang Yun suddenly asked, "I heard that there is a custom of raising a child bride in the countryside, do you have it?" ”

Yang Zijian touched his chin and pretended to be serious: "If you don't say it, I forgot, I do have one." ”

Wang Yun's footsteps faltered, and he squinted at him with a smile and said, "Oh, isn't it beautiful?" ”

Yang Zijian shrugged and said: "Ten years ago, my family was in a good situation, my mother gave birth to two sons in a row, and she wanted a daughter, so she hugged a girl as a child daughter-in-law, but then my sister was born, and the girl was taken back by her parents, however, every Spring Festival, she went home to pay New Year's greetings, and kept calling me brother, which is a sister of mine, and now she is about ten years old......

Wang Yun glanced at him, and his face was not relaxed and happy.

Before I knew it, the calendar for Monday and Tuesday quietly flipped over.

It was probably what the principal said at the regular meeting on Monday afternoon, and then what the senior Duan Chang said in front of the teacher, and then the teachers who taught Class 2 took special care of Yang Zijian, and they couldn't wait to train him to be an all-round scholar.

So, in the past two days, Yang Zijian has been fighting in every class-

Physics teacher Jiang: "Yang Zijian, you can use the dot timer to measure the speed......"

Teacher Chemistry Duan: "Yang Zijian, come up and prepare a NaCl solution......

Teacher Hong: "Yang Zijian, explain the difference between the patriarchal system and the feudal system......

The most outrageous head teacher Li Min, he seemed to have picked up a thousand yuan, and suddenly he was enthusiastic, looking at Yang Zijian like a lover, and treating his studies solemnly with the attitude of his boss, asking him to answer questions at every turn, Yang Zijian thought about it for a while, and Mr. Li immediately solved the problem for him, for fear that he would not understand.

Even the English teacher Yang, who has always liked friend-like interaction, rarely tells jokes with him in English, but Yang Zijian is weak in English listening, so he has to stare at Teacher Yang's mouth and smirk.

After two days, Yang Zijian's nerves were forced to tense tightly, constantly previewing and reviewing, and often ran to ask Zhang Jin about various questions, not to mention deserting and writing, and even being watched by Teacher Lin after school.

Only on Tuesday afternoon during the self-study class, he hurriedly wrote a thousand-word essay "Lonely Huizhao Nunnery", in which an old nun lived, because she worshipped Guanyin, the theme was not easy to write, there was no inspiration, although it was a secondary creation, but if there was a lack of passion, it would be dry.

On Tuesday evening, the rain began pouring down again.

The school radio station is playing Meng Tingwei's "Look at the Face of the Moon", this campus song is like a girl's changeable mood, and the weather is not in the right way, so it should play "Come to Taipei to See the Rain in Winter".

"A burst of autumn rain and a burst of cold!" Yang Zijian stood in the corridor on the first floor of the dormitory and sighed, feeling that an autumn coat should be added to the school uniform.

Lin Yi said a little squeamishly: "Cool is cool, but it's boring after a long time." And our campus is also a little too big, it is really inconvenient to travel on a rainy day, this cement road is full of puddles, muddy water splashed into the sandals, slippery and uncomfortable. ”

During this time, he always followed Yang Zijian to teach writing, and even joined Xie Xiaoqin's small team when he ate.

Xie Xiaoqin stretched out his hand to probe the rain and said, "The rain is getting lighter, let's run down quickly!" ”

"Good!" The crowd replied.

Bang Bang Bang -

In the splash, Yang Zijian, Lin Yi, Xie Xiaoqin, Lin Xun, and Chen Jiaoju ran down the hill with a rice bowl, like a gust of wind that was about to get out of control, rushing directly to the door of the canteen.

The cafeteria was full of people, and the boys and girls habitually occupied the tables on the left and right, with men on the left and women on the right, which was the characteristic of the conservative middle and high school cafeterias in the nineties.

During the period when Yang Zijian and his classmates were queuing up to buy food, people kept greeting him, most of them were classmates of the same year, but they only recognized their faces, and they didn't remember their names at all, so they had to smile and nod their heads constantly, and their necks were sore.

Chen Jiaoju stood behind with envy, jealousy and hatred, and sneered: "But don't be too proud of publishing three essays!" I'm working on a novella right now, and once it's published or published, the whole school will come and say hello to me, and I won't sign it for you! ”

Yang Zijian ignored him, strode forward, and said to the small window: "Three cents of rice, one water spinach, one tofu." ”

Chen Jiaoju said disdainfully: "If you don't buy meat and vegetables, you want to take advantage of Xiaoqin." ”

As a result, Xie Xiaoqin listened to this, and was very annoyed and slapped Chen Jiaoju's head with a rice bowl, and scolded viciously: "Shut up, if you destroy the unity again, we won't eat with you!" ”

Fame is like that, there will be all kinds of jealousy and slander.

Chen Jiaoju has a good attitude, and today a senior in the third year of high school is still spreading it everywhere, saying that Yang Zijian stole his draft book and took it to publication, and others asked him and couldn't produce evidence, if you want to take care of this kind of thing, you will be angry to death.

The only way to deal with these jealousies and suspicions is to publish more works, and use Shenyi's firm attitude and radiant achievements to brighten the eyes of the dark arrows of all parties!

However, in addition to jealousy and slander, the enthusiasm of "fans" can sometimes be unbearable.

In the evening self-study, Yang Zijian was almost annoyed to death by Lin Yi, who had turned into a brainless fan.

Lin Yi no longer "moved" to the vicinity of his fellow villagers, and sat next to Yang Zijian every day.

At this time, he took a copy of "Nanjian Youth Daily" that he got out of nowhere, pointed to the sentence "The cradle of dreams, the wall of dreams" to express his feelings, and wanted to understand the meaning of every sentence and paragraph, which annoyed Yang Zijian.

"When I write it, how can I think of what this paragraph means? I just think that writing like this is the best way to express feelings, this is inspiration, inspiration does not need to be explained! Yang Zijian said, this is the sorrow of creative talents.

"But you can't think of it for no reason, can you?" Lin Yi still asked.