Original intention

There was still a while before the afternoon class, and Zhang Xiaoqiang left the dormitory door early. When she came to the Academic Affairs Office, the old pedant of the history teacher was alone, and she shouted: "Report! The old pedant coughed a few times and nodded his head to let him in.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the pipa paste, and she said: "Teacher, I have learned words from you for a long time, and in order to express my gratitude, I will send you some pipa paste sent from my hometown." This is very helpful for your cough. ”

The old pedant looked at this sentence, which was not usually a lot of students, and he only knew her name. He was a little puzzled and said, "You and I learn to write?" ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said: "Every time you write a board book, I am learning, writing stroke by stroke, don't believe it." Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the pen on the table and wrote a few words casually. The old scholar rubbed his eyes, picked up the page where Zhang Xiaoqiang was writing, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Indeed, there are traces of their own fonts. The old pedant's surname is Fan, and he is called Lie Qi. He is most proud of his book, he has not deliberately taught anyone, he just intoxicated himself.

The student in front of me can practice like this in such a short period of time, which is already good.

Fan Lieqi smiled, and he said, "You have a lot of heart, I can't accept things!" ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said: "Don't you know? Your class is very good, and it will be more lively if you don't cough. This pipa paste is made by my father, the honey is a bee raised by himself, and the pipa is a tree in my yard. ”

Putting down the bottle of lute cream, she turned and ran away.

Fan Lieqi looked at the pipa paste on the table, his eyes moistened. This cough has followed me for years. Cough at night, cough during the day, cough with cold. Fever also coughs. I have eaten a lot of Chinese medicine and I don't use it.

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle, there was no seal inside, the student was not wrong, it was made by his own family. Take out your own glass, pour some, mix some with boiling water, and shake well. I blew a few times and drank little by little.

Sweet and sour, slightly bitter. But the taste is not unpleasant. He picked it up and drank it down. At this time, the teachers from the Academic Affairs Office came, and everyone began to prepare for the afternoon class.

Everyone felt that they hadn't heard Teacher Fan's cough for dozens of minutes, and Yang Weidong said, "Teacher Fan." What medicine did you take this time? ”

"I didn't take my medicine. No amount of medicine I took for my illness worked. Fan Lieqi spoke, however, he felt that his throat was smooth, and there was no feeling of dryness and itching. It's really strange that there was no cough for this time.

When the class bell rang, Fan Lieqi picked up the handouts and walked to the classroom of the second class of finance. As soon as he arrived at the door, the classmates in the first row hurriedly covered their faces with books. The squad leader shouted to stand up. Everyone stood up and bowed, and he motioned for everyone to be seated.

The classmates in the first row looked at him strangely. Because he walked into the classroom today and hasn't coughed yet. In the past, as soon as he came in, the classmates in the front row frowned and felt embarrassed at first, but later he got used to it.

In one class, I only coughed a dozen times, so today's class was very exciting. The glory of history was reproduced under his rich language, and everyone applauded at the wonderful place.

After class, Mr. Fan walked all the way back to the Academic Affairs Office. He thought, "The earthwork in this countryside is so powerful. "Quickly drank another big glass.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ate those vitamins by herself, and felt full of strength. In the afternoon class, she didn't doze off and listened with relish.

After the second half of the day's class, she went to the cafeteria with the dormitory people to eat, and then went to the library with Wang Ziyang, and borrowed a book one by one, and she borrowed an anthology of poetry. Wang Ziyang borrowed modern history, and the two returned to the dormitory together.

Li Wei began to fiddle with the yarn again, Wang Dan gave her a head and taught her hand in hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also began to study together.

What seems easy is really not that easy to do. Wang Dan's dexterous hands shuttled up and down, but when it came to his own hands, they were not so neat. After repeating it several times, I was finally able to weave an inch smoothly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped what she was doing, got into bed, and began to read the book.

Li Wei has been weaving, although the needle angle is uneven, the first time he knitted like this. Li Wei looked at the weaving like this, and she said, "Wang Dan, can I knit a sweater after I finish knitting?" ”

Wang Dan said: "Don't, you spare me, you weave this first, the sweater is much more difficult than this." ”

Li Wei tilted his head and said, "Then I knit a few pieces and sew them together, isn't it clothes?" ”

"Ah, my eldest lady, say it again, my God! How did you think about studying finance at that time, why didn't you study art? Wang Dan said in surprise.

Li Wei said seriously: "I don't like this major, but my dad said that if you don't go to college, you will become a soldier!" My mother and my uncle chose this major for me, saying that it was a hundred times better than being a soldier. For this reason, my dad and my mom vomited for days. ”

Zhang Liangying said: "I was also asked by my family to study, and I was asked to go to the United States after graduation, and I didn't know what was good there." All of them have yellow hair and high noses, like youkai. ”

Jiang Tingting said: "I want to go abroad, but I can't get out, your life is so good, be content." ”

Wang Ziyang released her eyes from the book, and she said: "The three of you are all good lives, in our village, there is not even electricity, and sometimes there is no food. ”

The mouths of the three eldest ladies opened into an O-word. Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned in her heart, yes, why not her hometown? She understands this experience better.

Wang Dan said: "When I was in the factory, I was not much better than the countryside, and I dealt with cotton yarn every day, and I felt sick to my stomach when I thought of the smell of engine oil in the workshop. So I worked hard to get into college, but I really didn't want to go back to my old life. ”

Yes, everyone has their own life trajectory, and this university has tied people from six different circles of life together, at least for the past three years.

The book is turning page by page, and it is really not easy to find a suitable poem.

She likes college life, and in this kind of life, her youth is not wasted. Learn, improve yourself, and let knowledge purify your soul.

She hopes that through these three years, everyone will truly realize the original intention of taking the university entrance examination.

Under the pillow, there was still a flamboyant letter. The letter just said that everything was okay and that the autumn harvest in the village was okay. Uncle Yong'an and his father participated in the construction of electric poles in the village, and by the end of the year, they could study under the electric light.

In the end, Zhang Yang said that he missed his sister, and Zhang Chen cried at night. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang burst into tears. (To be continued.) )

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