[The first more is sent, there should be there later, today, continue to break out, ask for support, ask for attention, ask for collections, ask for rewards!! 】

At half past eight o'clock in the morning, at Jiangcheng Railway Station, a beautiful girl in a purple dress was waiting anxiously, she stepped on a pair of small high heels, her face had exquisite makeup, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, thinking about the young man who was about to appear, and her heart was full of thoughts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Stomp, stomp!

Finally, Zhou Dashao appeared at the entrance of the train 30 minutes before the train started.

"Let's get in!"

Seeing the young man's poor appearance, Han Xiaomei didn't say much, and hurriedly pushed the kid into the train station, and then, the two found their seats and quickly sat down.

And, sleep soundly!

It's still the same old paper!

The corners of Han Xiaomei's paper twitched, you dead boy, do you know what other people think? For today's thing, my sister and I have been carefully grooming at home for 3 hours, because I was worried about being late, I arrived here early, and as a result, you stinky boy actually fell asleep, fell asleep......

In an instant, the memory seemed to return to the junior high school days, at that time, Han Xiaomei and Zhou Dashao were in the same group, of course, Zhou Dashao was the group leader of the head teacher Lao Wang Qinci, at that time, Xu Mu and Zhou Dashao were in the same class, and the two teenagers were already very famous in junior high school, and they could be regarded as high-quality teenagers in the class.

In a sense, it's the nerd type, as a tablemate, Han Xiaomei wiped this kid's ass a lot, uh, to put it seriously, he lied to this kid, he often used Chinese class to do math and English homework, and he often slept in math class, and he would tease Han Xiaomei when she was sleeping, which was just bad.

But on the contrary, this stinky boy's results are still as good as ever!

At that time, Han Xiaomei often thought that this kid wouldn't be from outer space! You don't need to read a book, perhaps, through the photosynthesis of the sun, you can absorb energy like a plant and maintain your life activities.

In the blink of an eye, 2 years have passed.

What the hell did this kid do last night? At this moment, Han Xiaomei's heart was full of questions, obviously she couldn't think of what Zhou Dashao had done all day yesterday, and now when she saw such a lively beauty, she actually fell asleep without saying a word, and the whole person was like a big fat pig who was lazy and lazy, well, in fact, he was quite thin.

Of course she didn't know, because Zhou Dashao used the time of yesterday to complete [Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived], and in addition, he also added 100,000 words to the manuscript of [Breaking the Sky], which can be regarded as a huge project, and these things, Zhou Dashao only took 1 day to complete.

Not!

Looking at the side face of the young man with his eyes closed and sleeping peacefully, countless memories surged in Han Xiaomei's heart, as if she had returned to the past.

In the past, in the math class, Zhou Dashao always disliked the teacher's talk too simple, 20 minutes of class, he read and reviewed the course by himself, and then fell asleep after completing the homework.

However, after all these years, I don't seem to remember the so-called after-school meal at all, but what I remember is the handsome side face of the teenager when he fell asleep. It was probably the most beautiful side face of a teenager I had ever seen in my entire girlhood.

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30 minutes before getting off the bus, Zhou Dashao opened his eyes as if someone had activated the mechanism, and he was stunned at Han Xiaomei who was beside him, and then, Zhou Dashao found a bathroom, carefully groomed and tidied up, and then returned to his seat again.

"Yohe, Sister Han, today's dress is a little fashionable!?"

looked carefully at the girl beside her, and a faint sense of amazement appeared on Zhou Dashao's face, it is no exaggeration to say that Han Xiaomei's appearance is definitely not low, from height to appearance, from appearance to temperament, it can be regarded as the best choice, I have been at the same table for 3 years, but there has never been a story, no matter how I say it, it is a little, and it is unbelievable.

"Nasty!"

Hearing this, Han Xiaomei couldn't help but put down the mobile phone in her hand and said angrily: "We are going to attend Teacher Wang's funeral today, do you think that the dress on your body now, if it is really above Teacher Wang's funeral, will you be beaten to death with a stick!" ”

"Huh!?"

Zhou Dashao was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked down, at this moment, the clothes on his body were still the same as before, a simple white shirt, black trousers, and a pair of board shoes, and the whole person looked like a golden cream boy.

He thought thoughtfully, according to his own posture, entering Teacher Wang's funeral, it was indeed very likely that he would be beaten to death with a stick, but then, in his memory, suddenly, he thought of an essay that made him a little funny, and even when he talked to Han Xiaomei.

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On that day 2 years ago, I was so happy that I finally didn't have to go to junior high school anymore.

My middle school composition teacher was very dishonest, and he told us that we must be honest. Once, when writing an essay, I asked her, "How do I write an essay like "Helping others?" ”

Here's how he taught us to be honest: "Use your imagination, for example, when you get up in the morning and go to help Aunt Zhao next door clear the snow." ”

I asked him, "But we haven't had snow in this place for more than 20 years." ”

This is how he taught us to be honest; "Then you go and help Aunt Zhao next door to do housework, sprinkle water and sweep the floor."

I asked him, "And then?" ”

He taught us to be honest like this: "Then you have to learn from Uncle Lei Feng, do good deeds without leaving a name." ”

I asked him, "But Uncle Lei Feng wrote down the good things he did in his diary." ”

He taught us to be honest like this: "You can also write it in a diary, this essay should be regarded as Aunt Zhao next door, and you should use it as a diary to write about the process of helping Aunt Zhao." ”

I asked him, "But shouldn't a diary always be about the real thing?" ”

Here's how he taught us to be honest: "You bear kid is endless, listen to the teacher!" You write like this, when the sky is not yet dawn, you brave the biting cold wind to help Aunt Zhao next door clear the snow and clean the yard...... Okay, after writing these, you can end it, when Aunt Zhao next door hears the voice come out, do you know how to write? ”

I learned to draw inferences: "Aunt Zhao next door will definitely ask, 'Who is it?' Then I should have trotted away in a puff of smoke, leaving my voice in the biting cold wind - we are all red scarves! ”

The teacher was very satisfied, and gave me a high score for that essay.

But I'm not satisfied, because I know he's teaching us to brag with our eyes open.