Chapter 22: The Last Lesson

"I said, that person named Hu Shaoyan is a rich kid at first glance, and he is really rich, today he invited hundreds of people at once, according to a bottle of water for two yuan and five, it will cost three or four hundred yuan, you must know that the three or four hundred yuan is enough for us to talk for more than half a year, that guy doesn't even blink an eye!" After another sip of Coke, Wang Minghui said with some envy.

That's true, three or four hundred yuan was definitely a huge amount of money for them at that time, but when he saw his jersey and conversation, He An was not surprised, a rich kid's money was nothing at all, but the one named Hu Shaoyan had a good impression on himself, although he was domineering, but after all, it was a teenager's heart, and it was nothing.

At this time, Wang Minghui next to him suddenly scratched his hair with some puzzlement, and asked He An suspiciously: "But then again, you kid hasn't played with you for more than half a month, how did your ball skills become so powerful, could it be that you have taken some strong pills?" ”

He An was secretly funny, I can't tell you that I am from the future, so he opened his mouth and explained with a smile after a slight turn of his mind: "It's not that you two are hitting me on the court all day, I secretly practiced my skills and wanted to abuse you on the court, but I didn't expect an accident, count you two boys lucky!" ”

Listening to He An's arrogant words, the two of them cut in unison, although they didn't say anything, but in their hearts, the two of them more or less admired He An, after all, today in that ∈ ↑, what an unfavorable occasion, he alone reversed the whole situation, not only did not suffer humiliation, but also raised his eyebrows.

"Your skills are really not good, when the high school entrance examination is over, you have to teach the two of us!" Wang Minghui, who was next to him, said to He An with a gesture of hand and foot dance.

Zhou Guoxiang next to him also nodded heavily, he had long wanted to speak, but he was the oldest of the three, and he was usually the leader.

"All right!" He An ignored Zhou Guoxiang's careful thinking at this time and agreed with a smile.

On a summer morning, He An didn't ride a bicycle today, but walked slowly towards the school with his bag on his back, the sky was blue, and there was a faint dew wafting in the air, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone obliquely on the road through the layers of leaves, like stars in the night sky.

Today is the last day of junior high school, and after today, it means that my junior high school career is over, with a slight melancholy and a trace of reluctance, but more of a yearning for tomorrow's life.

Today's classes are very few, in the morning is a simple review by yourself, and in the afternoon it is time to arrange the examination venue, and the admission ticket procedures and other things.

At this time, the students in the classroom are not in the mood to study, some of them have cleaned up their textbooks, and some girls are reluctant to talk to their table mates.

At this time, He An was looking down to think about something, and suddenly He An felt that his arm was stabbed, and when he looked up, it was his tablemate Hu Zheng.

At this time, he held a box in his hand and handed it to He An, He An took the box suspiciously, opened it and turned out to be a brand-new hero brand fountain pen, and there was a small blank card inside.

"I'm really happy to be at the same table with you for so long, I'm about to graduate, I guess there will be very few opportunities for us to meet today, I'll give you this pen today, so I can leave a souvenir to commemorate our three-year classmate career!" In the end, Hu Zheng's eyes couldn't help but redden.

Looking at Hu Zheng's appearance, He An was a little surprised, I didn't remember if Hu Zheng had given him something on the day of graduation, looking at the fountain pen in front of him He An was slightly cramped, I didn't expect that my table mate valued this friendship with himself so much, and he didn't prepare anything.

Taking the pen, He An was slightly moved, and He An said: "Thank you Hu Zheng, although we are at the same table, I didn't expect you to really care about me who has the worst grades in our class, I'm very happy, really!" ”

He An hurriedly took out his most decent leather notebook from the desk, and then used the pen given by Hu Zheng to write down a paragraph, and then pasted his ID photo on it and handed it to Hu Zheng and said: "I'm sorry, although this gift is temporary, but the words in it are sincere, I hope our friendship lasts forever!" ”

Hu Zheng took the notebook and opened it to see He An writing those vigorous and powerful words with a pen: "Although the time is fast, praise and farewell, time is not old, and the original intention will always exist!" ”

Although time flies quickly, but this is only a temporary parting, although our time will grow old slowly, but please believe that the friendship at this time will always be in my heart!

Time disappeared little by little, and many students took out their notebooks, and then one by one, the good students wrote their farewell messages on it.

Looking at a young and immature face that has not yet receded, even He An, who has experienced a lot of separation, has less anxiety and melancholy in his heart at this time.

The word graduation is always mixed with some complicated things, a kind of external expectations, a kind of reluctance to separate from the present, and a kind of confusion about the future journey.

Soon it was time for the last class, and the teacher arranged the students' respective test numbers and candidate places early, as He An remembered, he was not arranged elsewhere, and the examination room was in his own school.

Xiao Shirong stood on the podium, although he did not speak, but today everyone was strangely conscious, and they all looked at their teacher with some reluctance on their faces.

Although He An more or less disliked this head teacher who had a slight accident, his face was somewhat complicated when he looked at him today.

"Students, after today, you will say goodbye to the teacher completely, and the three years will officially end in ten minutes. Although the teacher is a little reluctant, the teacher still hopes that his students can fly higher and fly farther. The future belongs to you! ”

After Xiao Shirong finished speaking, he picked up the chalk and wrote two big words on the blackboard behind him: "Goodbye!" ”

After writing these two words, Xiao Shirong seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and silently put down the chalk in his hand.

The setting sun shone obliquely through the glass on his somewhat furrowed face, and the two corners of his sideburns on his cheeks looked a little gray under the action of the sun, and his slow movements were somewhat lonely.

Several boys' eyes turned red when they saw the head teacher's appearance, and a few girls couldn't help but secretly wipe their tears.

He An raised his head and looked at the slightly yellowed ceiling fan that was still buzzing and spinning on his head, the lazy old cat on the windowsill on the outside, and the row of locust leaves fluttering in the wind at the door, whether you want to or not, your junior high school career should be over in this dusk afternoon, in a depressing atmosphere.

ps: (This article is dedicated to everyone, do you still remember what you looked like in junior high school?) (I collect it, I give a tip, and I recommend it)