The poignant call of the first snow echoes everywhere in the Sanjiawan ditch, turning a thousand times, teaching people to be soft and broken, and the wind and wood are sad. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Following the call of the first snow, in a mountainous primary school called Zhangjiacun on the north bank of the stone river, more than three kilometers east from west to east, Xu Dong, of course, should be called his new name, Zhang Boan, was holding a pencil in his hand and drawing intently on a large white paper.

It's just that, for some reason, the sound of the 'rustle' that the pencil was still sliding quickly on the paper just now suddenly stopped, and then looked at Xu Dong at this time, I saw that his thick eyebrows were tightly locked, and he bit the end of the pencil in his mouth as if he was racking his brains to recall something, and his deep eyes seemed to have just ignited a trace of spark and became bright, but the light was dimmed and dispersed in a moment.

Xu Dong couldn't help but scratch his head and sighed.

Zhang Fengxian, who was packing up teaching aids and textbooks on the side, turned around and said with a smile: "Bo'an, the ancients said well, if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, don't think about it if you can't think of it, you have only been taking this medicine for a few days, and it is less than a course of treatment!" ”

Xu Dong Zhanyan smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, Teacher Zhang, you are right!" ”

It turned out that the day before yesterday, Mr. Zhang saw that Xu Dong was holding a pencil and drawing things on the paper vividly, in order to find out Xu Dong's identity as soon as possible, he asked Xu Dong to recall the remaining things in his mind and let him draw it.

At first, Xu Dong's mind flashed the scenery of the compound where he grew up, and he immediately started to paint, and with a few brushes, he drew the two rectangular cement pillars at the gate of the compound with few edges and corners, and quickly drew several dilapidated multi-storey brick and concrete buildings in the compound, but when he went down, Xu Dong's mind was in a mess, and he didn't remember anything, so he saw the scene above.

At this time, Teacher Zhang held the textbook in his right hand and walked up to Xu Dong with a triangular board in his armpit: "Bo'an, you gave the children an English lesson in the morning, and the response was very good, and the children said that you taught much better than the college students who came to the village to support you before!" ”

Xu Dong's children clapped their hands innocently and excitedly, and said with an extremely exaggerated expression: "Really?!" "If this is put on the previous mature and calm Xudong, they will have to fall their eyes in shock when they see it in the first snow.

Teacher Zhang nodded kindly: "Of course it's true, Bo'an, you have to come on, I'm going to let you teach them art in the afternoon extracurricular activities." ”

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Mr. Zhang! I will definitely try my best! Xu Dong clenched his fists excitedly and excitedly and waved them in the air.

"Alright, I'm going to teach the kids first!" Teacher Zhang happily looked at the energetic young man in front of him, and he couldn't say how much he liked it, but when Teacher Zhang walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and said with sorrow written on his face: "By the way, Bo'an, don't go out of school, I'm worried that you are likely to have a hard fight with someone before you lose your memory, according to your situation at the time, I guess the other party is going to kill you, so you must not run around!" ”

Xu Dong's expression froze, and then he bent down and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Teacher Zhang, I'm not going anywhere!" I'm drawing in the house! ”

Teacher Zhang went to class with peace of mind, leaving Xudong to fall into hard thought and meditation again, how could I be covered in blood, who am I? Who is going to kill me? ……

In fact, Mr. Zhang had shown Xu Dong the clothes, shoes and socks that Xu Dong was wearing at that time, hoping to help Xu Dong recover his memory, but the broken and torn bloody clothes did not remind Xu Dong of any of the past, and the mobile phone, ID and bank card that could provide identity information were lost when Mr. Zhang found Xu Dong.

Thinking about a bag of cigarettes, Xu Dong didn't recall the slightest bit about the past, but Xu Dong didn't seem to care too much, smiled and picked up the pencil again and began to draw on the paper.

He wondered what he should teach these simple children to draw when he was waiting for extracurricular activities. At first, what came out of his mind was a little mouse, and after two or three strokes, Xu Dong's pen, a cute little mouse appeared on the white paper, and in an instant, Xu Dong drew a ten-year-old boy who had been listening attentively to the lecture in the morning, but suddenly, Xu Dong's mind was flooded with the appearance of the first snow, the standard classical melon seed face, the hair hanging down to the waist like a waterfall, thin lips, curved bangs, curved willow eyebrows, fine and slender eyelashes, and black and clear eyes......

Xu Dong was thinking, who is this woman? Why I can't remember anything, but I just remember this woman, Xu Dong thought about the appearance of the woman in his mind, and began to draw with great interest.

After a while, a quiet and beautiful woman's head on the painting paper appeared in front of Xu Dong, but Xu Dong frowned, just because he remembered everything clearly about this woman's appearance in his mind, but the look in his black and clear eyes was blurred.

Therefore, the divine light in the eyes of the woman in this painting is dull, so that the woman in the painting loses her aura, and the woman in the painting is still not the woman in her mind, it seems that the woman in the painting can be the appearance of any woman, it can be the daughter of Zhang San next door, or it can be the little daughter-in-law of Li Sigang who has just married home.

After thinking about it, he still couldn't remember the look in the woman's eyes, and couldn't help but be a little discouraged and annoyed, and took the painting in his hand and looked at it, but the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, so angry that he crumpled the painting and threw it on the ground, and went out of the door.

Out of the door, Xu Dong took a deep breath of fresh and cold air, and his consciousness was lifted, Xu Dong smiled, shook his head, and walked around the playground.

The mountain school was quiet and peaceful, with a few sparrows chirping and jumping in the playground looking for food, and Xu Dong could clearly hear the sound of Teacher Zhang interacting with the students in the classroom on the second floor.

The playground was covered with a thick quilt, walking on it, the squeaky sound of stepping on the snow under his feet actually caused Xu Dong to bend down and bow his head to listen carefully, Xu Dong was curious and excited, constantly changing the rhythm and pace of walking to listen to the different sounds made by his feet on the snow, only to see him sometimes stop, sometimes walking slowly and methodically, and suddenly walking quickly, otherwise it was like a happy sprint a few steps or walking backwards, the snow was squeezed in the gap of the snow and constantly made a sound like a symphony, sometimes soothing, sometimes intense, sometimes gentle, Sometimes uplifting, sometimes low, sometimes majestic......

Listening to this beautiful and agile symphony given by nature, Xu Dong was very happy, and excitedly did a one-handed side flip in the snow, but he forgot that his injury had not yet healed, and this flip led the injury in his abdomen for a sharp pain, only to hear Xu Dong's cry of pain, and after completing two-thirds of the one-handed side flip, his body fell rapidly from the air to the snow.