The morning light is faint, and the birds are crying. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Qishan, which has always been quiet, is full of laughter today.

Although there is no evening style in the morning, but the oil lamp is expensive at the beginning, and it is not real, under the spring breeze full of gardens, the art show is also wonderful, just say that the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and that song "Baitou Yin", I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head is not separated, how many students were touched at that time.

With a beautiful melody and an excellent combination of piano and songs, Joe and Xiu got two credits as they wished, and Xiu was happy to hug his roommate, but was tragically kicked to the ground.

She is a demon, just to be an ordinary person's demon once, credits are dispensable for her, indulgence, understand, Joe has more important things.

"Yo, Mr. Qiao, you had a lot of fun!" Tong appeared in front of them again with a group of people, his eyes darting over Xiu and Qiao.

"How happy is it, how is it not happy? It's better than someone with a bunch of hums." Joe sarcastically, and before he knew it, his temper seemed to be much better than before.

Tong was angry, her group of soft-footed shrimp was even more angry, looking at Qiao, she couldn't help but snort, just like the so-called humming general, although Xiu was alone, he was iron-clad, it seemed to be too much, Qiao sneered, Tong glared and turned to leave.

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There are still hairpins, and if you don't show your autumn heart, you can roll up a lot of heat.

I don't know that spring and summer have come, Qiao and Tong finally did not have the previous relaxed freehand, the two met on the top of Qi Mountain, looking for a meter, one meter of sunshine, Yu, there was no trace.

"We have searched for this Qishan no less than ten times, how can there be any snow lotus, is it not that the rumors in the rivers and lakes are wrong"? Tong said distraughtly.

Qiao stood with his back to his back, looking at the mountain, the grass, and the tree, and said quietly: "After thousands of years, I am afraid that it has become a demon like us, if it intends to hide, it is not easy to find it."

Tong was in a trance, paused for a moment, and hesitated: "Qiao, no matter what we had before, for the sake of the king's entrustment, we should abandon our suspicions and be sincere."

"Just don't come to me for trouble." Qiao threw down a sentence, like a ghost flying down from the top of Qi Mountain, leaving only Tong's face uncertain.

"A river of smoke and water shines on the sunny land, people on both sides of the strait connect the eaves of the painting, and the lotus bush is a period of autumn light." Before giving a lecture, it is a characteristic of Chinese language teachers to review the old and learn the new.

As the time approached, Joe's mind became more and more absent from the class, holding his cheeks, and his fugue was too empty.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt that his arm was pushed, and when he looked at it, he was facing Shang Xiu's blazing eyes, and he lowered his voice and said, "Classmate Qiao, you are in class, don't desert."

Qiao was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised a graceful arc, and he found the rose embroidery needle from the desk, and stabbed it instantly.

Xiu was in pain, all because he was in class, he didn't dare to make a noise, held back the pain, and replied in a low voice: "Classmate Qiao, did you take the wrong medicine"?

Qiao Yangyang was smug: "Don't forget our original agreement, you crossed the line."

She pointed with her finger, and though the signs had faded over the season, she could clearly see that it was the center of the long table—then you would be wrong, Jo was at least three-fifths.

Although he rarely crosses the line in his self-disciplined style, he has only recently become more and more involved, and after getting acquainted with Joe, as a friend, he has an obligation to help this tablemate improve, even if he is stabbed and bruised.

"Classmate Qiao, classmate Qiao......"

The old master in the class looked like a torch, held a three-foot ring in his hand, and stood proudly in front of the lectern.

Xiu patted her leg, Qiao was ashamed, ready to return the color, and followed his gaze to see the master staring with a pair of big copper bell eyes without smiling-

She hurriedly stood up, embarrassed, and was inexplicably afraid of this old master who had the spirit of Confucianism in the mortal world, and only knew it.

"Mr. Qiao, please repeat what I said in the previous sentence, this time, you won't shout your name again!" The Master was a cold man, and even humorously told a bad joke.

Joe only felt cold all over her body, looking at the three-foot ring, it wouldn't fall on her! If she is a butterfly demon who is beaten by this old master, she will not be laughed at and lose her big teeth, and if it spreads a little, how will she mix in the demon world in the future?

If you want to blame her, this tablemate, every time Qinggao's serious appearance, turning a blind eye to her begging, Joe is used to it.

But she still instinctively glanced in that direction.

"Ah, the sky is picturesque, and the earth is poetry!

Midsummer snow, light on the top left.

Snow drifts and accumulates in the north window.

Thinking about you all night long, tossing and turning.

Weeping like rain, wet my skirt.

Such as the sky, a thousand years.

Like the green water, the reels linger.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the land is barren.

Only you and I will always be separated".

Before the teacher's ring ruler fell on her head, she quickly shook her head and read out these sentences, and said with a smile, "Teacher, it used to be the student's mistake, don't take it to heart, now I follow Xiu to study poetry and books, and work hard every day, just seize the day!" ”

The teacher snorted heavily, stepped forward with his sleeves, and asked in a cold voice: "Since you have studied poetry and books hard, then tell the teacher, what does this "Midsummer Snow" say?"

"Ah......h

"Classmate Xiu, I know that you are full of wealth, but when you take the exam, you can be skillful and can't answer for other students"? The old master was stubborn, and he couldn't rub sand in his eyes.

Xiu a touch of crimson, Qiao Zhiwu became a proverb, as if he heard the hazy white-headed chant.

It was a poem made by Zhuo Wenjun to her husband Sima Xiangru in disguise, Xiu had carefully analyzed, "Baitou Yin" is a kind of love in the end, how similar is it to this "Midsummer Snow"?

When the old master heard this, he was silent.

At lunchtime, the canteen was very lively, but Xiu did not sit with any of his classmates, he always sat on the stone steps behind the canteen with dishes and plates, reading books while eating, and worked very hard.

"Thank you." A large piece of hot braised pork fell into his bowl, and Joe took the bowl and sat down next to him.

"I don't eat meat." He put the braised pork back into her bowl, didn't look at her again, and continued to read while eating vegetables.

Qiao knew that he was born poor, and the food fee he paid was the lowest grade, and he only had vegetarian dishes to eat every day.

How can such a big person only eat vegetables? He was full of talent, handed her to learn the piano, and just helped again, and at this time, seeing his lonely and thin back, looking at the thin food in his bowl, Joe actually had a strange feeling more than before, as if it was ...... Distressed.

Didn't the king say that the feelings of goblins are only one-thousandth of that of humans, why does she have an indescribable heart?

Moreover, she was kind, but he refused so simply.

"You're not a monk, why don't you eat meat!" She blushed and was a little angry, thinking that this nerd must have the pride of a gentleman who doesn't eat food, and threw the meat to him, "I've been sick lately, and it's a pity to throw it away." ”

"Give them something to eat." He put the meat back in Joe's bowl again.

"If you don't eat better, you'll be blown away by the wind one day!" She felt that she couldn't resist him, so she simply snatched his bowl of greens, poured the whole bowl into her mouth, puffed out her cheeks, frowned and swallowed.

Xiu stared at his eyes like copper bells: "Why did you eat my food?" ”

Joe put his bowl in front of him and said angrily, "Now you have no food to eat, so you can only eat mine." ”

"You ......" Xiu looked at her like a monster, shook his head, picked up the rice, ate it in three or two bites, packed up the books, and got up to leave. The bowl she gave him was untouched.

"......" was speechless, she really didn't understand, how could there be such a stubborn person in the world, isn't it just a bowl of food, and if you eat it, you won't be arrogant?

He turned around and smiled at her: "Classmate Qiao, there are indeed people in the world who can't eat without eating, but it's not me, for me, it's good to be full, and you can swallow the same white rice, your logic is really funny, but thank you for your kindness, but it really doesn't have to be like this." ”

With that, he walked up the steps and disappeared into her speechless gaze.

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Paper screen, stone pillow, bamboo square bed, tired hands throw books, long afternoon dreams.

After the lunch break, the lunch class is still the same, today is a monthly Chinese painting class, the Chinese painting teacher is not very old, the white robe is added, the graceful and graceful, the scenery and the scenery, every time the class is not confined to the classroom, I like to take the students around.

Today, their location is on the top of Mount Qi.

It was hard work all the way, but standing on the top of the mountain and seeing the scenery of the mountains still made the students interested.

"Take Qishan as a painting, a grass, a tree, a flower, can be a painting, as long as you think it can be a painting, you can put it in my hands, and at the end of the semester, I will consider adding points as appropriate." The young teachers set up an open classroom for students to play freely, which made a group of students with sketchpads on their backs even more interesting.

Threes, threes, twos and twos walk together, standing on the top of Qishan Mountain.

After the instruction, the teacher sat down cross-legged, and was appreciating the momentum of Qishan, when suddenly a student stepped forward, holding a drawing board, and said, "Teacher, I have finished drawing."

Finished drawing? The young teacher only felt a little painful, this was just the beginning, and the end came too quickly, he looked at the student carefully, and bared his teeth, "I know you, isn't classmate Qiao going to take another look?" Maybe two more steps forward would be a different world."

"Didn't the teacher say that a grass, a tree, and a flower can be a world, since I have found my own world, why should I lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds"! Qiao silently resisted, making the young teacher refute it.

It is his own cause that leads to this effect.

"Okay, leave the painting, you can go down the mountain."

Qiao Yiyan put down the painting and left instantly.

The teacher glanced at it, and the top ...... Empty.

"Joe......" he shouted from behind.

Joe only left a back, and replied in the messy wind: "Teacher, I haven't seen my world clearly, since it is empty, my paintings are naturally empty, you can imagine freely, say what it is, it is."

The young teacher burst into tears......