A not too big snow has already melted, a few firecrackers have been sounded, by two people carrying a broken mosquito net, in front of a wooden lion head with paint off, a few people knocking and blowing, you wrapped 1 yuan 2 cents red envelope with you to have a game, no red envelope just come to finish the thing, if you add a pack of cigarettes, the "lion" on the ground rolling lion lantern has also played. School is about to start.

Looking back, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Duolao studied with Liuzhi at Liuzhi's house on an "equal footing", which was really at home, and the lights were brilliant until midnight at night. In the second day of junior high school, I still stay at home during the day, and the lights at night are the same as yesterday. On the afternoon of the third day of the Lunar New Year, in order not to miss the red envelopes of 2 pieces and 4 cents of the two families, and to congratulate the family on their wealth in the New Year, they did not hesitate to go to the end of the rush. On the fourth day of junior high school, they went up the mountain to chop the first load of "fortune" firewood of the year, and there were snow "scarves" around the firewood. The day's chopping wood was half-timed, and the study room was lit in the afternoon, and the study room was lit again at night. On the sixth day of the first month, the wood-cutting system is all systematic, and the light in the study room is as usual at night. The "work" schedule for the sixth year of junior high school is used until the day before the start of school.

Chopping wood is to cope with the present, learning is to learn the future, and in order to "return the bullet" to the birth, they must work hard, and in their minds it is so resolute, thorough, and simple.

Just like this year has changed last year, the teachers in the school have also changed, Teacher Ding, who speaks ancient Chinese, is gone, and the new homeroom teacher, Teacher Dong, is here. On the second day of school, Ms. Dong called Mr. Dorao to the office and told him all the conversations she and Mr. Ding had had in private last year, and told him earnestly: "At least, you don't let down Mr. Ding's expectations of you." As long as you work hard, your future will be limitless! ”

Li Duolao cried loudly in front of Teacher Dong. Without this confused teacher who does not investigate the truth or falsehood of ancient texts, he shook and read "My New Learning Stage" on the podium and "forced him to Liangshan", how could his composition score be good, how could he enter the "writing team" if he did not get into the "writing team", how could he enter the office if he did not enter the "writing team", how could he run into that newspaper if he didn't enter the office, how could he want to "return the bullet" if he didn't touch that newspaper, and how could he want to catch up with his math scores if he didn't want to "return the bullet"? "Woo...... "When you leave, you are still so worried, just like the white emperor to be alone!" Woo......"

Of course, the students in this school who have new goals in the new year will not be Li Duolao alone, and Wang Heng is one of them. Wang Heng is either seventeen or eighteen years old. He also has his plans for the new year, goals, and his grasp is more than that of Li Duolao.

Wang Heng's first words when he saw his father for the first time during the winter vacation were: "I was in love with Qian Liuzhi in our class, and Li Siqing said that her mother wanted her to teach, can you ask her to teach?" ”

"Talking about love? Have you talked about it? "His dad's head is a little off.

"Okay, I've looked for her, and she's blushing."

"Will she have a junior high school diploma?"

"Yes, she's the squad leader!"

"She's the class leader...... When the time comes, I will write a note to the commune's cultural and educational office, give them an indicator, and ask the secretary of the brigade to recommend her and let her be a teacher of farming. ”

Give her a "paper biao"! Wang Heng jumped up for joy.

The sky was intoxicatingly blue, and I didn't know how deep I could get into it. In such a world, it is easy to have a good mood. Wang Heng's clothes were as clean as today's sky, and his mood was just as cheerful, and he walked in a hurry, but his body was too fat, and he should have jumped and jumped. As soon as he arrived at school, his first job was to give Li Siqing a piece of chocolate. While stuffing it into him, he said to him: "This kind of thing needs to be eaten by bureau-level cadres, hey, what my father said, the New Year's favor sent above is called 'Know the grain'"

Since it is only eaten by the director, it is not full of vitamins, or trace elements, or something that specifically nourishes the brain. It must be specially to supplement the brain, Wang Heng said that he would write a love letter to him, and he would be sober-minded, so he could help him write it. In fact, if he doesn't give him "know the grain", he will also help him write it: as soon as they talk about love, they don't want to refute the rumors that Qian Liuzhi is going to marry Li Duolao, which saves him a worry.

Wang Heng threw a thick stack of material paper with the words "material paper" printed on it to Li Siqing's desk, and said silently: "I don't want the rest after I finish writing." ”

Siqing is determined to only be a real writer, and how to write is all up to him. And Wang Heng must make him all thirty-six, otherwise what do I want you to do, there is a sentence that just doesn't say: What is the "Know the grain" and the rest of the material paper for?

Li Siqing surrendered, and Wang Heng gave in. A writing team with Wang Heng as the first and Li Siqing as the second was established. A "dear" at the beginning is indispensable, and then write the name of Qian Liuzhi, which is easy to reach a consensus. Then Wang Mo said: "My father is the director of education." Siqing said: "This should be written in the back." Wang Mo said: "No, if you don't write this first, she may not read it, and she won't marry me." Then Siqing asked: "Write whether your father is the director or the deputy director." Wang Mo's skull swayed horizontally, as if the answer was in his skull, let him shake it out, and it took a long time to shake it from his skull to his mouth: "I'm afraid it's the deputy director" "Is the deputy director okay?" Dad said that he wrote a note to the commune's cultural and educational office, giving them a "paper biao", and the brigade secretary just pushed the "arrow". ”

Li Siqing is smart, he doesn't write the director of the bureau, he doesn't write the deputy director, he writes the director Wang, so he is stable. Wang Hengzhi clapped his hands, and "knowing the grain" was not wasted. Wang Heng also happily said to Siqing without doubt: "I will also teach myself, how good it is for both in-laws to teach, they may teach in this school." ”

The bell rang for morning self-study. Although I started school early, the letter was only the beginning.

Siqing looked at the door of the classroom: "The teacher hasn't come to check yet, you can tell your meaning quickly, I will secretly help you finish writing in class, and I will hand it over to you before self-study at noon." ”

Wang Heng finished talking about the content of the love letter he had prepared for a winter vacation, and Siqing looked up at the roof of the classroom like a doctor listening carefully to the patient's condition before taking the pulse, as if swallowing what Wang Heng said in the air into his stomach.

Siqing "swallowed" finished, Wang Heng was about to leave, Teacher Dong came in, Wang Heng's action of bending on someone else's table like a shrimp and being stretched up and ready to walk away was the most eye-catching, Teacher Dong was not Teacher Ding, he found him at a glance, and was about to speak, when he saw that it was Wang Heng, he swallowed the words back.

When Mr. Ding was the class teacher, the principal told Mr. Ding that Wang Heng's father was now transferred to the county education bureau as the deputy director, and you had to know how to be his teacher. When Teacher Dong told her that she would be the head teacher of this class, the principal not only repeated to her what he had said to Teacher Ding, but also added, "If you don't treat Wang Heng well, you will not treat yourself well." ”

Qian Liuzhi saw the teacher come in, and also saw Wang Heng slowly leaving from Li Siqing's seat, and saw that the teacher just looked at him and didn't say anything, so she didn't say anything.

Wang Heng saw that Qian Liuzhi was looking at him, so he looked at him very hard, thinking that she might have guessed that he was writing a love letter to her, and was anxiously waiting for hey.

In terms of time, it is a word, the paper is handed in on time, the love book is neither long nor short, a total of two pages, which is in line with Wang Heng's requirements in terms of quantity. Siqing saw that Wang Heng was satisfied on the whole, and he was secretly happy in his heart. In terms of material paper, he counted this stack of papers, and there were 100 sheets to the letter, and he earned 98 sheets, a profit of 98/100; No, wages; No, favors; No. High pay.

Wang Heng looked at the first word from the first line, and the words on it were like a person traveling to a distant place to see tourists, knowing less and not knowing more. But when he saw a "target" place, he felt that Li Siqing's farewell should be "paper biao" instead of Li Siqing's or something. He knew these two words that Dad said. Dad said to write a note, look, isn't there a word "paper" on this material paper, where is it going? A few years ago, there was a ** Wendur Khan who fell in Mongolia, he had seen the word "Biao" many times, and he had written it many times, he remembered it to death, and where did he go? It was a shame to make a mistake, so he insisted that Siqing correct it, and Siqing was dizzy with him, and he also thought that he might indeed write wrong. I blacked out the "indicator" for him and changed it to "paper biao".

Wang Heng was satisfied, folded the love letter, put it in his pocket, and patted it with his hand, like a person who wanted to get married, and finally got a marriage certificate from the counter of the Civil Affairs Bureau. When to give Qian Liuzhi, according to Siqing, when she went out from school, she secretly stuffed it into her schoolbag. Didn't she wait in a hurry, and she should have given it now. After thinking about it for a while, I don't know why, I decided to give it to her after school.

Why are these classes so long, he can't wait to tell his father that the school sees that he wants to make love letters, so these classes are deliberately delayed for so long.

The hardest time in the world has finally passed, and school is over. At this time, he still revised the plan of Siqing and made a major decision: directly handed it over to her. So, after leaving the classroom, he caught up with Liu Zhi in three steps, called Qian Liu Zhi in his mouth, and handed her the two pieces of material paper, as if this was something that the two of them had in common, and she would keep it in the future. Poor love letter, in these lessons, the hand he put into his pocket, crumpled, oil-stained, looks like a very old love letter, old enough to be regarded as a cultural relic.

What is this, Willow Branch is inexplicable, it may be the paper he wiped his nose on, used to insult her, she is ready to throw it away, but she thinks, she is the squad leader, maybe he picked up gold and handed it to her, what else is in it? As soon as she opened it, a line of words appeared in front of her eyes: "Dear Qian Liuzhi". Yikes! What is it? She didn't look down either, and naturally searched the crowd with her eyes, needless to say, she was looking for Duolao.

Duolao has already taken the lead, since the incident of being expelled from two students in love in the third year of high school, she and Duolao set up a "38 line" at the intersection of machine farming road and Jinchong. At this end of the "line", the two of them are strangers on the same road. I can't care about it now, or I forgot it, she chased after her: "Duolao, look at it!" ”

Willow Branch broke this recent rule, and Duo Lao was taken aback, and Willow Branch handed him two pieces of material paper, and he took it, and the font on it was a little familiar to him. Willow Branch's head was stuck in Dorao's chest. The person who writes is very rich in terms of paper, like a large area of land sparsely planted with saplings, and Duo Lao can't help but read: "Dear Qian Liuzhi, my father is Director Wang of the County Education Bureau, my father will give the commune and you a paper biao, you can teach after graduating from junior high school, your mother wants you to teach, you can inherit your mother's legacy." I will be 20 years old after graduating from junior high school, you have not yet reached the age of marriage, my father is the director of the Education Bureau, Wang, he can just talk to the director of the marriage bureau. I will also come to teach, I will be two in-laws with you, and I will teach together, and I will teach in this school, and I will make a difference. Wang Heng. ”

Dorao laughed. Seeing that Dorao smiled, Willow Branch also laughed.

Willow Branch was walking, and as she walked, she was looking for Wang Heng, and she said to Dolau, "I will return it to him." ”

"Retreat to him to do something, you let him hit him like a stone in the sea."

"Then I'll write a letter to scold him."

"What do you write, and he is serious, and he lowers himself."

"What to do?"

"It's like a stone hitting the sea."

"Then I'm going to sue the teacher?"

"You can consider this, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Then Dorau said: "This is a foolish and foolish deception by using his father's power, and he is convicted!" And with a slightly forced surname. "Not only did he improve his writing skills, but he also went through the law a few times.

Willow Branch was speechless, not knowing what she was thinking

"Don't tell your mother when you go back, especially don't let her see it," said Dorao. ”

"Hmm.

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