Three years of junior high school are over.

On this beautiful afternoon in midsummer, with the homeroom teacher Fang's "now out of school" and the students who have been getting along for three years, there was a small and habitual commotion, and in less than two minutes, the usually crowded classroom suddenly seemed extraordinarily spacious. Soon, in the entire classroom, only Mei Xueyao was left, rows of neat but still scattered red tables and chairs, and a large patch of white paper almost covering the classroom floor. The wind blew, and the paper rustled slightly, as if telling the wind that he had also done the test paper in infinite glory, not a piece of waste paper at the beginning.

Mei Xueyao sat in her seat, her chin in her left hand and her elbow on the edge of the table. Between the thumb and index finger of Mei Xueyao's right hand, there is a pen. At this time, this pen was habitually turning around on Mei Xueyao's right hand almost without the instructions given by Mei Xueyao's brain.

The matter of turning the pen was practiced by Mei Xueyao when she was in the second year of junior high school. At noon that day, Mei Xueyao had just come to the classroom after lunch and had not yet sat down, An Ning improvised to run to Mei Xueyao's side, with a pen in her right hand, and at the same time said that Mei Xueyao was pleasantly surprised.

"Yaoyao, do you know what my pen can do besides writing and answering questions?" An Ning said loudly.

"I don't know." Mei Xueyao looked at An Ning, and then looked at the pen in An Ning's hand.

"Look at me!"

The pen in An Ning's hand slowly turned, then turned faster and faster, and then fell to the ground with a "pop". An Ning sighed and bent down to pick it up, but unexpectedly picked up an empty pen - the pen had already reached Mei Xueyao's hand. Mei Xueyao tried to turn around, and the pen fell to the ground with a "snap" and was picked up again by An Ning, who had not yet straightened up.

"You definitely couldn't turn it at first, I have been practicing for a long time before I can only turn to the way I am now." An Ning said.

Since noon that day, Mei Xueyao has always turned the pen in her hand intentionally or unintentionally. When you can't answer the question, you are turning when you meditate; I finally came up with it, I answered it, and I was happy; A person is spinning when he is bored and in a daze; An Ning and a few other good classmates sat around the table and chatted about it. At the same time that she broke and didn't know how many pens she had broken, Mei Xueyao's pen turning skills were finally perfected.

"Oh, you're spinning much better than mine now, how did you practice it?" An Ning said loudly as always.

"As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle. Besides, this is not an iron pestle, so what's so difficult? Mei Xueyao understated.

"As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle"! This sentence is Mei Xueyao's motto and Mei Xueyao's code of conduct. In study and life, as long as she encounters difficulties, Mei Xueyao always uses these short ten words to encourage herself. Now it's used to make peace and quiet.

At this moment, if it were a familiar person, such as An Ning, it would have been obvious that this was the time when Mei Xueyao's thoughts were flying—the yellow pen was spinning rapidly on Mei Xueyao's white and pure right hand. Because when Mei Xueyao was contemplating and meditating, she especially liked to turn her pen. The warm sunlight outside shone in through the bright glass window, hitting the hand that was spinning the pen like a yellow butterfly dancing on a beautiful white flower.

What does Mei Xueyao think?

"Yaoyao, what do you want?" It was An Ning who asked her, "I don't know." Mei Xueyao also had to answer like this. What's more, An Ning went home early.

I really don't know where my thoughts are flying! Gentle and delicate like Mei Xueyao, she doesn't know what she is thinking in her mind at this time. Maybe I'm thinking about the efforts and gains in the past three years; Maybe just want to do a few more minutes of junior high school. Students in the first class; Maybe she was wondering whether the high school that was a stranger to her now was admitted or not; Perhaps the above many thoughts were kneaded together and churning in Mei Xueyao's mind at the same time; Maybe I really didn't think about anything, just sat stupidly in this empty and lonely classroom. Who knows? What does it matter!

Mei Xueyao looked at the square lectern in front of the classroom, at the big blackboard behind the lectern that was usually filled with dense board books, and at the three rows of desks in front of her, which were not neat, and seemed to be in the usual tense learning environment for a while. The blackboard in front of me, which was written with only five large characters in colored chalk, was instantly re-covered with the board books of the teachers of each subject. The English teacher is the most serious, and her board is clean and neat. The math teacher's board book was heroic and full of energy, and as soon as he turned his hand, a beautiful circle immediately appeared on the blackboard. The most untidy and elegant board book is Teacher Fang Muyang, who teaches Chinese, and Fang Muyang has another identity: Mei Xueyao's class teacher. Fang Muyang's board book is like a person, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances roughly. Mei Xueyao's eyes seemed to reproduce the neat and uniform collective downward slightly inclined board book passing by Fang Muyang's hand. Thinking of the teacher's desperate explanation later, the appearance of this board book that should have been horizontal but tilted down 30 degrees for some reason, Mei Xueyao couldn't help but smile slightly. Among so many teachers, Mei Xueyao is actually the Chinese teacher who likes the most. "I'm so tired all day long, I only feel relaxed when I take Chinese class." Mei Xueyao said this to An Ning once. But for other teachers, Mei Xueyao has never cherished words like gold and does not make evaluations. This is evident from this. Everyone's heart probably has a completely different version of themselves. Mei Xueyao is like that. Mei Xueyao usually brings people exactly what her teachers, classmates, and parents look like a good child who studies hard and makes progress every day, and Mei Xueyao has indeed done what the teacher expected. But what is not known is that Mei Xueyao also felt heavy because of this. Based on this, Mei Xueyao especially likes the Chinese teacher's coming and going, chic and uninhibited. How many years have passed, whenever Mei Xueyao recalls that after two years, Fang Muyang indulged in singing in class, "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return", "There is wine today and drunk today, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon", it makes Mei Xueyao feel that she has returned to the Tang Dynasty and is witnessing Gao Lishi taking off his boots for Li Shixian.

The final destination of the pen is to fall to the ground with a "snap". Mei Xueyao's hand is no exception. Mei Xueyao leaned over to pick it up, and accidentally touched the table leg with her forehead, which hurt a little. At the same time, she saw a pair of feet walking in her direction. The owner of this pair of feet, Mei Xueyao couldn't be more familiar.

"Hey, I've been home for a spin, why are you still sitting here? You can really sit! ”

"Hey, I usually just look ahead, and there are many people in the class, so I haven't been able to take a good look at the learning garden. I was facing it when I came in, but I was able to see it clearly. Yaoyao, you see, our stuff is still in it. Without giving Mei Xueyao time to speak, An Ning continued.

Hearing An Ning's words, Mei Xueyao couldn't help but turn her head to look at the back of the classroom.

"From such a distance, I can't see how you see it."

"Look, here!"

Really. Now the two of them are standing in front of the garden, and Mei Xueyao has also seen it. I put it up shortly after the start of the third grade. A year has passed in the blink of an eye, and now I have graduated. After a year, the garden is also slightly yellow, witnessing the merciless passage of time.

"Anyway, they've all graduated, let's tear these two off, what do you say?" As he spoke, An Ning began to move.

"Forget it, keep it." Mei Xueyao said, "Stay here, don't tear it." ”

An Ning stopped his hand and looked at the small piece of light yellow in his hand, "You're sad again!" Forget it, stop being nostalgic, let's go. It's finally a vacation after the exam, why waste a good time here, why don't you have a good time and have fun while it's okay now? Okay, let's go. ”