Carrying a big bag at two o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday of the second week!

Rococo appeared at the door of his house.

As the old saying goes, 'An ugly woman will eventually see her husband.'" ’。 Last week, in fact, Rococo had already been warped once, so this week, it was difficult for her to warp again.

To be honest, she was uncomfortable. Even if she has the memory of the original Rococo and the Luo family, when Rococo stands in front of her house, she is still very uncomfortable. After all, this is not the home she is familiar with, no matter how you say it. Her feelings about this place are only unease about the unknown.

When Rococo returned to his home, the big iron door was open. From the outside of the door, you can easily see the hall, where her dad is sleeping topless under a fan in a pair of shorts. Another hall, in fact, this hall is the hall that Rococo saw at first sight, but because of the perspective problem, she had to wait a few steps closer to see that in the corner, an old man was holding a palmetto fan, lying on a folding chair during the lunch break, while sleeping quietly, after a while, only to fan it once or twice.

The old man is undoubtedly Rococo's grandmother, in her sixties this year, almost seventy.

Only the older generation likes to use the palmetto fan, and when Rococo just stepped into the door, a low black figure suddenly rushed towards her.

It's Blackie!

The family has a native dog, which is basically free-range and does not carry a chain. After all, at this time, there are not many people who steal dogs with drugs.

Rococo was startled by the black figure, but fortunately, she was only pounced on and soiled her trouser legs, fortunately this little black has not grown into that kind of big dog, otherwise she might have been thrown to the ground.

Xiao Hei was stunned and ran around Rococo excitedly several times, so excited that he couldn't find the north, and Rococo confirmed that the dog was not psychic, and found that she was a fake, and gradually, he became bolder.

Touch Blackie's head. In fact...... She used to have dogs, but hers was only yellow, called 'Dolly', which her grandfather had given her. Rococo can basically conclude that 'Dolly' is changed from the English 'dog', but, after all, Chinese sometimes have to translate, there will always be a few tones.

Rococo first touched his head to stop Xiao Hei's excitement, and then walked into his current home without alarming anyone.

The first to arrive is the hall where her father is, her current home is similar to a courtyard, but, just entered, it is a patio, the direction of the patio is due north, where her grandmother and grandfather live, there is a hall, one room on the left and right of the hall, and grandparents live respectively; Then due east of the patio was another hall, and to the north and south of the hall was a room each. Originally, before Rococo's parents got married, Rococo's father and Rococo's aunt lived there, but now...... The one to the south is basically Rococo because someone is married now.

It didn't disturb anyone, but Mom might have slept in the room on the north side, and Rococo first went back to her room to the south, put down everything in her hand, and then, slowly walked out again, with the mood of visiting the real scene for the first time, to look at her new home.

I have to say......

This home is indeed very dilapidated. It should have been built in the seventies and eighties. So far, there are 20 years, almost 30 years of history.

The structure of the house is a brick-concrete structure. To put it simply, that is, the vertical ones are all built by bricks to bear the load, and the horizontal ones will add a little reinforcement. This kind of structure, with poor stability and waste of resources, is only suitable for relatively low-rise buildings, and has been phased out one after another. But it is also conceivable that when this house was built, the surrounding neighbors should have been very envious, and Rococo could feel the pride when the house was built.

After observing the structure of the house, Rococo continued to look at many other things. For example, pencil writing on the wall. From the memory of the original Rococo, we can know that these are the 'masterpieces' of Rococo when he learned to read and write, and the walls are full of all kinds of words, including Rococo's own name, other words such as up, down, left, right, south, north, west, and even Arabic numerals. In fact, from a very young age, Rococo showed a talent for learning, when other people's children couldn't calm down when they read a book, Rococo was able to recite to her mother on the first day of kindergarten, 'Goose Goose Goose, Song to the Sky', and her mother would always count Rococo when she talked about this topic with other relatives in the future, that is, what she said as a mother was not right, only what the teacher said was right.

Obviously, Ke Ke's mother has a simpler way to get the calculation results, but Rococo always says that her mother teaches wrong, and the teacher doesn't teach like that, and it must be calculated according to the teacher's way.

This is Rococo when I was a child - well-behaved, serious, and very obedient to the teacher.

Through the pencil writing on the wall, what Rococo sees now is not only the pencil writing on the wall, but a warm and laughable memory.

And there is a passage in it......

Memories seem to have gotten a little blurred. Rococo only saw that it was supposed to be in kindergarten, and the person sitting with Rococo was a little boy with a round face, but later, he transferred to another school, and then ...... With the little boy turned away. Rococo was bullied - such as: being teased when drinking water, snatching her umbrella when it rained, and some memories that are not worth looking back on, also followed.

In the first grade, although I didn't become the group leader, my academic performance has always been at the top. And because the handwriting is relatively good, and was pulled by the Chinese teacher to help copy the test papers, although after that, on the way to copy the test papers, she clearly felt that her words were not recognized by a second-grade female teacher, but in the second grade, she vaguely remembered that the female teacher gradually began to change her opinion.

However, at this time, Rococo doesn't seem to like her teacher as much as she did in kindergarten.

In the third grade, a very critical period, the teachers of all subjects became very strict, and under the strict education, Rococo's courage began to slowly become smaller and smaller. The most terrifying thing is the math teacher, who makes a mistake and copies it ten times, and at that time, no one wanted to be punished for copying ten times. It was at that time that I felt that Rococo was not so interested in learning, but only scared.

Then in the fourth grade, briefly out of the shadow of the third grade, Rococo set an undefeated record, the day the Thursday math paper was issued, her score must have been 100, and she received a perfect score in the Thursday math achievement. And at this time, Thursday suddenly became Rococo's lucky day.

However, although this is the case, the fourth grade seems to have improved, but in fact, since the fourth grade, Rococo has gradually begun to degenerate in other subjects except mathematics.

In kindergarten, although the teacher is an authority, at least Rococo is willing to accept this authority, but after that, one year, two years, three years, especially in the third grade, although the teacher is an authority, but it is no longer the authority that Rococo she is willing to accept, but is afraid, jealous, just to cope, to get high scores, the fun of learning has long been gone.

So, when it came to the fifth grade...... 5th Grade! It was definitely a disaster year for Rococo, the teacher was not too strict, but too loose.

Doing math homework in Chinese class has become the norm, and the old Chinese teacher is still afraid to say anything.

Rebellion has become the main theme, and Rococo's achievements in all aspects have also dropped sharply. But at this time, after all, the foundation from kindergarten to the fourth grade is still there, and Rococo still maintains the identity of a "top student", entering the sixth grade, and then junior high school, the first junior high school, the second junior high school, and the third junior high school.

It can be said that with the change of time, the desire to be willing to learn has long disappeared, and on the contrary, the first, second, and third years of junior high school are just afraid, worried that their grades will drop too badly and disappoint their families, so they have to study well.

So in the end, there will be why, Rococo will say the declaration of 'if you don't pass the test, don't read it'. Reading was too tiring for her. Being able to maintain the current results is just to look at other people's faces. If you pass the exam, then continue to perform, if you can't pass the exam, it doesn't matter. Unexpectedly, it was with such a relaxed mentality that he gave it a fight, but Rococo just happened to be admitted to Xiuquan.

If it weren't for the fact that Rococo has been replaced now, probably, Rococo would still take the college entrance examination with this mentality, and in the same way, if you can't get into the key university line, you won't study.

"Probably this is the real Rococo. Low self-esteem, walking dead. Lamentable! But it's so similar to himself. The same is true of my former self. ”

While Rococo was recalling the incident, Xiao Hei suddenly ran back from outside, and the sound of his paws clattering on the ground quickly woke up the already sleeping people.

But when Dad saw Rococo coming back, he immediately sat up from the rattan chair. There was still sleepiness on his face, and his voice was the one that had just woken up: "Coco, are you back?" Have you eaten? There is still rice in the pot. ”