Thursday is finally a slightly lighter time, it symbolizes that the weekend is coming to an end and it is time for students to take a break. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, there's still a day to go through.

The bell rang for the end of class, the day students packed their schoolbags and left the venue one after another, and the boarders ran to the cafeteria with a gust of wind. Of course, there are also those who stay and study diligently, but Xu Yun is not among them.

As her follower, so does Zheng Mao.

Later, he memorized "Mulan Poem" completely, and the two parted ways to go home in the green square, Xu Yun unconsciously took out a complete note with another version written on it, and laughed happily along the way.

There was a glimmer of light hanging in the sky, even though everything under the sky was a little dim, but Xu Yun saw that everything was bright.

There is no need to swipe the access control card, the community security guards all know this lively girl with a good face, and after taking the initiative to open the door for her, they got a sweet "thank you", and hurriedly replied: "You're welcome." ”

It's already a repetitive job every day.

As the leader of the building in Bac Giang City, the greening here is very good, even after many years, there are few comparisons.

Xu Yun's footsteps were windy and cheerful, he got on the elevator, rang the doorbell, and after waiting for a while, the door was opened.

Auntie looked at her so splendidly, and couldn't help but come over curiously.

It was originally a very pranky thing for very young children, but Aunt Yu couldn't stop looking at it for a while.

"Xiao Yun, who wrote this!" Aunt Yu was still wearing an apron, and the water stains on her hands had not dried, as if she had just come out of the kitchen.

wiped her hands at the corner of her skirt, and Aunt Yu said, "Show me." ”

"Okay," Xu Yun treated her schoolbag very roughly, handed the note to Aunt Yu and shook it casually, and changed into slippers.

"Well, isn't it interesting?" While taking off his shoes, he suddenly thought of the paragraph 'chirp and chirp, Mulan flies the plane', Xu Yuncan't help but giggle.

"It's quite interesting," Aunt Yu pursed her lips, shook her head with a smile, and said, "You Teacher Xu won't come up with such a thing, right?" ”

Xu Yun didn't think about it and said, "Where, how can it be that Mr. Xu is such an old-fashioned person." This is written by Zheng Mao. ”

About this Zheng Mao, Aunt Yu has seen it, and the homework that Xu Yun brought back to copy every day, from language to biology, is all signed: Zheng Mao.

It's hard not to be familiar.

It's just that Aunt Yu didn't believe it at the moment, and she was suspicious: "Won't it?" ”

Xu Yun looked at her suspicious look and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"You come and take a closer look," Aunt Yu picked up the paper in one hand and pointed to it with the other, "I have read your classmate's handwriting, it is very ordinary." With such an atmospheric gesture, the words are connected with the lotus roots, which is very beautiful and healthy. If you want to practice it, it is an exaggeration to say that you have to practice three times in winter and three times in summer. I can't find a few of them even in college. ”

"Stop, stop! I'm going to stun you,"

Xu Yun rubbed her head, she actually noticed it at the beginning, it was indeed different from Zheng Mao's usual words, it was very beautiful. But even Zheng Mao, she felt that it should be.

"In other words, Aunt Yu, you, a talented doctor, also think ......"

As he was talking, he inadvertently thought of Zheng Mao's sentence in his mind, 'I'll copy it to you right away, don't let others see it'.

Suddenly, Xu Yun jumped up, snatched the note back, and said, "Oh, I can't show you this!" ”

Aunt Yu was stunned for a moment, came back to her senses, and said with a smile: "It seems that my Xiaoyun is also a person with secrets." ”

Xu Yun ignored it, put the note into his schoolbag, snorted suddenly, and said, "Hey, there seems to be some strange smell." ”

"My fish! It's mushy! Aunt Yu was in a hurry and ran to the kitchen.

"Uh......"

Xu Yun looked up at the sky.

The one who is close to the ink is black, and she also learned some of Zheng Mao's little habits when he was speechless.

The house is big, but there are not many people.

The dark curtain fell, the warm lights were warm, and Xu Yun's heart gradually lowered while waiting for dinner.

Looking at the empty living room, Xu Yun routinely pushed the door open everywhere, and finally stood in front of the study, sighing: "Really, is it so busy?" It's been almost a month again......"

The smell of oil smoke and musty books hit the face.

Xu Yun's shadow suddenly appeared in his heart, and in recent days, it seemed that he would not be surprised by anything's plain face-

made her grab a lot of warmth in the emptiness.

……

There wasn't much sound in Nanzhou Middle School at night, so as soon as the crickets hissed, they instantly pierced the entire sky.

The moonlight is like a wave, washing away the darkness, but there are also unclean shadows in the daylight, what can the moonlight be like water.

The incandescent lights overhead were bright, and the people under the podium were all looking down and reading quietly.

Feng Ke read "Mulan Poem" over and over again, he wanted to memorize it very much, more than 200 words, it was originally a very easy thing, but why is it so difficult now?

His mind was in turmoil.

Then try to relax.

As a member of the disciplinary committee, he has the right to stand up and walk around in the evening self-study.

The United States calls it procuratorial discipline.

The evening breeze outside the window was very light, but when he passed by the window, he couldn't help but think of Zheng Mao's posture of walking in the wind.

On Chen Hanliang's black face, which was doing his homework, the originally obvious slap red mark disappeared. The wolf-like eyes that were behind the hands came out again in Phonko's heart.

I can only force myself not to think about anything.

"I'm not afraid," Fonto muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he saw someone waving to him outside the hallway.

The other party is tall and thin - he looks very tall and tall to him, not very thin, but when he is tall, his body will always look a little narrow.

The seats in the classroom were about halfway seated, and I noticed that there were few people.

And Xu Xin, when Feng Ke made a move, he had long been vigilant. Putting the sneaking book into a drawer, he looked out of the classroom and watched Falco whisper something to the man.

It's a pity that it's too far away to hear a sound.

It looks a bit like Li Quan, both of them are tall.

The appearance of a young man in his twenties.

Could it be that it's like in the campus comics, beating the younger brother out of the elder brother, and beating the elder brother and then out of Lao Tzu?

"This classmate, can you help me call that Zheng Mao out? I have something I want to tell him. The visitor's face was calm, and under the pressure of the difference in size, Phonko's heart couldn't help but go up a bit.

Phonko looked up at him suspiciously, and said, "Are you?" ”

"I'm Li Quan's brother."

Hearing this, Feng Ke's heart was pounding even more, the thought of 'someone making trouble with Zheng Mao' made him overjoyed, and he hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "He is a day student." ”

"Oh, so he's coming to class tomorrow?"

Zheng Mao is such a learning model, how could he be absent from class.

Feng Ke hurriedly said: "Come on! ”

"Thank you," the visitor nodded, and turned away without any fuss.

Behind him, Falco leaned sideways on the railing of the corridor and couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if whispering:

"I'm not afraid."