The Real World, December 13, 2011. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This day is the National Memorial Day for the victims of the Nanjing Massacre.

On this day, the cold wind was howling and the cold was refreshing.

On this day, at 11 o'clock in the morning, during the end of class, Yu Wenhao sat in his seat, supported his head with his hands, looked out the window, and was in a daze.

In the classroom, there was a lot of commotion.

Because of the cold weather, in addition to going to the toilet, most of the time, students stay in the classroom, which is relatively warm.

Outside the window, the cold wind stirred the leaves and swayed.

In front of the water dispenser, Dai Shuangying filled it with hot water, turned around, and looked at Yu Wenhao in a daze.

"Xiao Haozi, what are you looking at?"

"Huh?" Coming back to his senses, Yu Wenhao was stunned for a moment, and saw that it was Dai Shuangying.

"Nothing, a little sleepy, want to sleep."

Hearing Yu Wenhao's words, Dai Shuangying smiled.

"It's going to be class soon, I'm still sleeping, waiting for the next class, it's time to eat, and after eating, it's afternoon."

Without waiting for Dai Shuangying to finish the next words, Yu Wenhao took it.

"After three classes in the afternoon, school is over, and after school, it's time to go home, eat, eat, do your homework, finish your homework, and go to bed."

"Hehe, you're done. How's it going, do you still want to sleep now? ”

With a shallow laugh, Dai Shuangying looked at Yu Wenhao and asked.

"Well, I don't sleep."

"Hey, hey."

Dai Shuangying smiled, held the water bottle full of hot water in his hand, turned around, and went back to his seat.

Yu Wenhao smiled faintly, shook his head, and opened the draft book.

On it, there are numbers, words, English and other nonsense written densely.

Turning over a new page, taking out the pen, Yu Wenhao held the pen, and the tip of the pen fell on the notebook, but there was no way to write.

"Dingding......

The class bell rings.

This lesson, English lesson.

English lessons mean that time will pass very slowly, or very quickly.

Teacher Xiao Luo, dressed in white and black dress, walked into the classroom.

Today, she seems to be in a good mood, with a smile on her face and a smile in her eyes.

"Class."

"Stand and salute."

"Hello teacher."

"Hello students, please be seated."

"In this lesson, we will go to the second unit, the third section, please open the book."

Teacher Xiao Luo opened the book while talking on the podium, held chalk, and wrote the board book for today's class on the blackboard.

Yu Wenhao looked at the blackboard boredly, and then looked at the new page on the sketchbook.

The pen in my hand feels a little heavy.

Today, Yu Wenhao has a feeling in his heart that he can write a poem, but it seems that inspiration has not yet come to him, so he is waiting and trying to write some feelings in his heart.

Writing haphazardly in the draft book, Yu Wenhao seemed to be caught in an indescribable situation.

In it, Yu Wenhao seemed to have returned to yesterday, to the moment after returning home last night.

Last night, Yu Wenhao looked at the withered flowers and plants under the window of his grandmother's house, and looked at some of the water droplets that seemed to be dewdrops flowing on them.

Turning around, Yu Wenhao returned home.

Entering his room, Yu Wenhao was a little tired, lying on the bed, blowing a slight cool breeze, looking at the table lamp on the ceiling, slowly, falling asleep.

That night, Yu Wenhao slept very comfortably, and he felt that he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

Although I don't remember what dreams I had, a faint smile appeared on Yu Wenhao's sleeping face.

The time when Yu Wenhao fell asleep was nine o'clock.

The time when Yu Wenhao woke up was eleven o'clock.

After waking up, Yu Wenhao was relaxed, stood up, and looked at himself in the glass on the desk.

Approached and took a closer look.

"So much weight loss."

"It's really not easy to go to school."

Muttered, Yu Wenhao opened the wardrobe, took out a change of clothes, went to the kitchen, turned on the switch of the water heater, and then went to the toilet, closed the door, and took a shower.

Soon, Yu Wenhao came out of the shower and shivered.

"Wow, it's cold."

tiptoeing, three or two steps back to the house, closed the doors and windows, wrapped in the quilt, and turned over a few times, Yu Wenhao felt a little warmer.

"Why do you still feel cold, it's not snowing yet, it's so cold, if it snows, then it's okay."

"However, if it snows a little at this time, it will feel like a snowstorm in the middle of the night."

"Thinking about that picture, there is a kind of twilight and the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the white houses are poor. Chaimen smells the dog barking, and the feeling of returning to people on a snowy night. ”

Muttering, Yu Wenhao slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The scene is here, there is no more.

In the classroom, Yu Wenhao came back to his senses, looked at Teacher Xiao Luo, and saw that she was still teaching seriously, Yu Wenhao felt a little guilty for a while, and was about to study seriously.

But inspiration came.

Holding the pen, on the sketchbook, a verse was written.

"People are easy to be haggard, flowers are easy to thank, and the twilight is cold and the wind is blowing."

Looking at the first half of the poem written, Yu Wenhao nodded, but his face was a little dazed.

"We rarely see snow here in winter, and every time it snows, there must be something festive."

"If it had snowed last night, wouldn't I have slept with it?"

Muttering here, Yu Wenhao seemed to be inspired, held the pen, and wrote the second half of the sentence.

"I haven't heard of soft snow in the northern country, and I don't know why I sleep with her at night."

"Well, yes, it's written."

Yu Wenhao looked at the poems written in the notebook with great satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What was written?"

Yu Wenhao's muttering here was heard by Wu Shuaishuai behind him, and a low voice of inquiry came.

"It's nothing, it's just a poem." Leaning on Wu Shuaishuai's table, Yu Wenhao replied in a low voice.

"Oh, show me after class, I'll point you out."

"Damn."

Ignoring Wu Shuaishuai, Yu Wenhao looked at the poem written in the notebook.

"People are easy to be haggard and flowers are easy to thank,"

"The twilight is cold and the wind blows in the face."

"I haven't heard of soft snow in the northern country,"

"I don't know why I hugged her to sleep every night."

Looking at it, Yu Wenhao was distracted, turned his head, looked out the window, looked at the white clouds outside the window, and looked at the cold wind blowing outside the window.

After Yu Wenhao wrote this poem, there was an invisible white light on his body, and in a flash, he disappeared into a circle of ripples and disappeared.

"Dingding......

The bell rang for the end of school, and Yu Wenhao packed his schoolbag.

"Haozi, I want three beef buns tomorrow morning."

"Well, okay, but I'll see if anyone has one, and if not, something else."

"Okay."

Yu Wenhao, who stood up and carried his schoolbag on his back and was about to leave his seat, turned around, but saw Dai Shuangying looking at him with a curious gaze.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you going to bring breakfast to Wu Shuai Shuai tomorrow?"

"yes."

"Great!"

When Dai Shuangying heard Yu Wenhao's affirmative answer, he cheered and walked over.

"Can you bring one for me?"

"I bring steamed buns and other things, if you want to eat, I can bring them for you, but you have to give me money first, one steamed bun is seven dimes, and the steamed bun is the same."

"You wait a minute."

After Dai Shuangying finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the female classmate behind her seat.

"Xu Jiajia, do you want to eat steamed buns?"

I saw that female classmate, with long hair coiled, and a pair of eyes on her round face, revealing a pure gaze.

This female classmate has a good relationship with Dai Shuangying, and the two of them share a dormitory.

"Okay, let's give it a try." Xu Jiajia said, looking at Yu Wenhao.

"If it's not delicious, will you get the money back?"

"Forehead......" Yu Wenhao has a black line.

"I think it's still delicious, you can try it."

"Give it a try, it won't be worse than the school breakfast anyway." Dai Shuangying also urged.

"Okay, I'll have one too, just like Dai Shuangying's."

"Two copies, how much is it?" Dai Shuangying asked, took out a ten-yuan bill from his clothes pocket, and handed it to Yu Wenhao.

"Do you only eat steamed buns?"

"Well, it's just as handsome as Wu Shuai."

"Okay, I'll do the math."

As he spoke, Yu Wenhao's eyes showed a calculating gaze.

"Three people, a total of nine buns, that is, six pieces."

"Well, you just give me four dollars."

"This ten yuan is for you, just find me tomorrow for the money, don't talk about it, I'm hungry, go first."

After speaking, Dai Shuangying smiled at Yu Wenhao, then turned around and went to Xu Jiajia, and the two walked out of the classroom together.

In the classroom at this time, except for the two classmates who were cleaning, Yu Wenhao was the only one.

After collecting the money, Yu Wenhao carried his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

Back at grandma's house, after eating, and tidying up, Yu Wenhao carried his schoolbag and walked on Zhenhua Avenue illuminated by street lamps.

Late at night, the cold wind blows, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and occasionally one or two motorcycles pass by.

When he returned home, entered the house, and looked at the empty house, Yu Wenhao's heart felt a little ripple.

"Maybe it's better to have someone with you."

Muttering, Yu Wenhao took a shower, turned off the light, wrapped himself in the quilt, lay on the bed, turned on his mobile phone, flipped through the web page, and read the novel.

In the dark room, Yu Wenhao was lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone, and on the edge of the bed, a black light flashed out, forming ripples, and inside, a comfortable figure of the demon walked out.

At this time, the demon was comfortable, his body was still illusory, and he floated his body and came to the sky above Yu Wenhao's head, side by side with him, looking at him looking at the mobile phone in his hand, and reading the novel.

Through the flashing light of the mobile phone, it can be seen that in the eyes of the inner demon, there is a black light flickering, with a smile on his face.

"Speaking of which, every time I am in danger, I can get a force from you to tide me over, and this time, too. Thank you. ”

muttered, and the comfortable figure of the demon slowly disappeared.

As the comfortable figure of the heart demon disappeared, a cold wind suddenly swirled in the room, ignoring the thick quilt and blowing on Yu Wenhao's body, making him feel a chill in his body, and quickly tightened the quilt.

"Why is the wind blowing?"

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