Chapter 5: Vigilance (II)

The fiery red sunset in April is soft and warm, pouring into the classroom through the bright glass window, and a beautiful girl with short hair in the afterglow of the sunset is like a beautiful statue, plated with the blush of the sunset. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info couldn't help but take a closer look through the sunset, and every fine and soft fluff on the white and tender face was exceptionally clear against the backdrop of the sunset. The open window occasionally swept a breeze, lifting the girl's sideburns that few strands of uneasiness, and the girl who was motionless for a long time like a sculpture couldn't help but swing these strands of hair, and habitually ruffled the loose hair behind her ears. Then he held his chin quietly in the direction of the setting sun, and unconsciously turned a pencil in his right hand.

On the girl's desk, there was an open notebook, as clean and tidy as its owner, pleasing to the eye, and the notebook did not record any of the teacher's lectures, except for two lines of poetry:

"The night gave me black eyes,

But I use it to find light. - "One Generation"

I don't know how it would feel for the teacher to know this student who doesn't do his job properly and doesn't listen to the class! Fortunately, the teacher was reciting poems that I don't know who it was, and didn't care about this fugue girl, maybe she saw it, but she didn't want to stop teaching her because of such a student who didn't study.

In the classroom, the teacher is still explaining the new poems: "In the "Trial Collection" of the new poems, you can compare the new poems I selected, although the author thinks that they are 'new poems in the vernacular', but I think the content of this new poem is still not new, such as the ...... of "One Laugh"

A few sparrows chirped happily on the branches outside the window, and the girl's seemed to have figured out something, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously showed a sweet smile. Not far from the classroom, a few restless male students sitting below turned their heads to look in the direction of the window from time to time, pretending to listen carefully to the teacher's lecture, but they couldn't help but look at the charming scenery of the window.

I saw the male teacher send down the handouts in his hand, not lecturing, and walked straight to the girl who was bathed in the sunset in a quiet daze, this girl he knew, as if it was the daughter of a colleague of his, but this is a classroom, and it must not be allowed to not study like this, and interfere with the learning of other students, which can never be tolerated, the teacher walked towards this student with some disgust in his heart, and wanted to wake up the daughter of this colleague.

The students saw the teacher put down the textbook, and followed the direction of the teacher in confusion, and everyone quickly found the girl who was looking out the window in a daze, still unaware, some of them gloated and ready to watch the show, and some of them looked at it with some worry......

Xie Shuyao's friend Zhong Lingben was reading a novel below, and found that the classroom was surprisingly quiet, and he looked up uneasily to see that the teacher was walking towards him, and it was only a few steps away! Oops! Reading a novel was discovered by the teacher! Zhong Ling immediately hid the novel under the textbook, pretended to listen to the lecture honestly and pressed her arm against the textbook, and after doing all this, she cautiously raised her head and looked at the teacher, who had already appeared in front of her. Seeing that the teacher's gaze in front of him was not looking at himself, but at his side, could it be that Shu Yao did something bad? Zhong Ling turned her head and saw her friend Xie Shuyao staring out the window in a daze, and the sense of oppression for the teacher's arrival disappeared inexplicably in an instant, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Seeing the teacher's somewhat angry expression, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he quietly touched Xie Shuyao with his elbow, but Xie Shuyao didn't raise his head, just moved slightly, Zhong Ling had to touch Xie Shuyao again, but Xie Shuyao moved to the side again, Zhong Ling glanced at the teacher embarrassedly, and quietly kicked Xie Shuyao, who was stupid to death, with his foot.

Oops-

"What are you doing! It hurts—" Xie Shuyao said with some dissatisfaction with a frown.

After finishing speaking, I found that the quiet classroom seemed to be echoing with his own small voice, everyone was looking at him, and the most terrifying thing was that the teacher was standing in front of him.

I really couldn't stand this silence, so I raised my eyebrows and asked with an embarrassed smile at my friend Zhong Ling next to me, "Hehe-that, is it out of class?" ”

Hahaha――

Everyone finally couldn't help laughing, but when Xie Shuyao saw the teacher's angry face, he knew that he seemed to be in trouble, and felt that he was really sorry for this teacher, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he said embarrassedly to the teacher: "I'm sorry not to go to the teacher!" ”

Zhong Ling, who was at the same table, was desperately holding back a smile, Xie Shuyao saw her friend Zhong Ling shaking all over her body, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh because the teacher was beside her, she didn't know how hard she was holding back, and she thought helplessly, is it so funny? was a little worried about whether she would be suffocated, Xie Shuyao couldn't help but think about it.

The teacher suddenly picked up the notebook on Xie Shuyao's desk and said, "Look at what you have memorized, what else, the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." What a mess! ”

Huh?

After reading it, the teacher found that it seemed that something was wrong, and he was unconsciously surprised, looked at Xie Shuyao's notebook carefully, and then couldn't stop sighing and shaking his head.

Xie Shuyao then remembered that he was originally on a new poem, and he inadvertently wrote the famous "Generation" in his previous life, he wanted to wake himself up, but he didn't expect to be discovered by the teacher, Xie Shuyao looked at the teacher with some tears and laughter, nodded and shook his head, and sighed, unable to see what the teacher felt.

"Xie Shuyao, did you write this poem?" Teacher Feng couldn't help but ask excitedly.

"I didn't write it." Xie Shuyao shook her head and looked at the teacher seriously and said.

Teacher Feng thought that Xie Shuyao was punishing her, so she sighed funny and angry, shook her head and said with a smile: "I don't want to punish you, your poem is very well written, it gives people a very strong shock, these two poems are really wonderful, and the title is just right!" What a rare masterpiece! ”

Without waiting for Xie Shuyao to say anything, the teacher turned around and went straight to the three-foot podium, quickly wrote the "Generation" on the blackboard in Xie Shuyao's notebook, and began to analyze the subtleties of this poem, and asked Xie Shuyao to say how to write this poem. I had to say that it was not written by myself, but by a person named Gu Cheng, and I thought it was good and recorded it.

I spent this class very hard, because there were always classmates who would stare at me from time to time, and I didn't like the feeling of being stared at. As soon as he got out of class, he pulled Zhong Ling and fled from this place of right and wrong!

"Zhong Ling, are my chicken thighs delicious?" Xie Shuyao squinted her eyes like a cunning fox and asked with a gentle smile.

"Uh-huh-delicious! Delicious! Uh-" Zhong Ling belched.

"Can you accompany me to the post office to send something later?" Xie Shuyao asked with an innocent smile.

"Good! I'm going to buy a monthly novel," Zhong Ling replied disappreciatively.

Ever since she came back from the street that day, Xie Shuyao has been thinking about what she should do. Thinking that in the future, 30 million compatriots will die in this disaster due to the invasion of China by the Japanese invaders, Xie Shuyao knows very well that she is not a god and cannot save the world like in the movie. Although she could not prevent this war from happening, she could save many people and make them die as few as possible in this war, and she must prevent the Nanjing Massacre from happening.

After a few days of careful consideration, Xie Shuyao decided to submit articles to major newspapers, telling the Chinese people that the September 18 Incident would occur this year, and Japan would invade and occupy Northeast China, and Zhang Xueliang's non-resistance directly made it easy for the Japanese to occupy the three eastern provinces. She wanted to warn the Nationalist Government that it must be careful of the wolf ambitions of the Japanese.

It was mid-to-late April, and Xie Shuyao recalled little by little the history of Japan's invasion of China that he knew in the past few days, and wrote it all down on paper. Xie Shuyao copied three copies of these articles first, intending to submit them to the declaration, the monthly novel, and the new youth.

On this day, Xie Shuyao came to the post office with her friend Zhong Ling, Zhong Ling is a white and a fat girl, she accompanied herself to send the manuscript, and by the way bought a new "Novel Monthly", Xie Shuyao was also very interested in the novels of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School in it, after all, there are not many things that can be entertained in this era, there is such a novel monthly, although the plots of many stories in it are familiar, but it is better than nothing!

Throwing the manuscript into the mailbox, Xie Shuyao felt unprecedentedly relaxed, as if a stone had finally been put down, and in five months, the Japanese were about to launch the 918 Incident, hoping to awaken the attention of the country's high-level officials, and never carry out the absurd order of non-resistance policy as in the previous life.

"Shu Yao? Shu Yao-"

Just came out of the post office and classmate Zhong Ling, Xie Shuyao heard someone calling him, frowned and followed the voice curiously, a man in his twenties across the street with a pale face and a black Zhongshan student uniform was waving to him, this person Xie Shuyao recognized, they had taken a few classes together, but they knew that they had been in the same class as her, but Xie Shuyao didn't know his name. The reason why Xie Shuyao can recognize him is because this person often debates with the teacher in class, and he is a very positive sunny boy.

"Wu Zihui? Why is he here? Zhong Ling said suspiciously.

Shook his head and said, "I don't know, he's coming, you ask him!" ”

The chubby Zhong Ling pouted, which was regarded as a response to Xie Shuyao's ridicule and dissatisfaction.

Ignoring the small movements of his companion Zhong Ling, he looked at the boy not far away, thinking that he might be looking for something for himself!

The boy trotted to Xie Shuyao's side from across the street, Xie Shuyao saw that his middle-parted hairstyle was a little drooping because of the trot, only to see him use his hands to naturally shape the messy hairstyle, showing a confident and sunny smile Just glanced at Xie Shuyao, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, his eyes were a little erratic and said: "Shuyao, you changed your hairstyle, I almost didn't recognize you." ”

"Oh, may I ask you to tell me something?" Xie Shuyao looked at Wu Zihui's panicked eyes in front of him with some amusement.

"I just came back from Teacher Feng, and I happened to see you coming out of the post office, if it weren't for Zhong Ling, who is often with you, I wouldn't be sure it's you. Hey? Are you here to send letters? Wu Zihui pushed his glasses and said a little uncomfortably.

Hmm-Xie Shuyao nodded and motioned for him to continue, without explaining too much.

"Which Teacher Feng?" Zhong Ling asked on the side.

Wu Zihui held his eyes and said with some twists: "Teacher Feng who taught us new poems, I wrote a few new poems for Teacher Feng to see." ”

Hmph - Zhong Ling couldn't help but snort coldly: "The new poem you wrote? Can you write as well as Shu Yao? ”

Wu Zihui knew that Zhong Ling was satirizing himself, and his pale face turned even paler. He remembered that he accidentally saw Xie Shuyao in class looking out of the window in class, and Teacher Feng approached and saw a new poem written on the book on Xie Shuyao's desk, the teacher was deeply impressed by these two sentences, praised the poem, and recited it with tears, even Teacher Feng said that he was not as good as Xie Shuyao, and he still remembers Xie Shuyao's poem.

The poem is called:

"A Generation"

The night gave me black eyes,

But I use it to find light.

Wu Zihui knew that he was indeed inferior to Xie Shuyao, so he lowered his head and raised his head to look at Xie Shuyao again, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Shuyao, I hope to guide me on how to write new poems in the future." ”

Xie Shuyao avoided the hot eyes and nodded slightly.

"Later, I'm going to join the drama club, do you want to go together?" Wu Zihui glanced at Xie Shuyao's fair face, his heart fluttered, and he quickly turned his gaze to the side, thinking of the conference he was going to attend later, and opened his mouth to say.

"Drama club?" Xie Shuyao suddenly asked with interest.

Wu Zihui saw that Xie Shuyao was interested, so he continued: "We are rehearsing a drama of the May Fourth Movement, are you interested in participating?" ”、

glanced at Zhong Ling, saw that Zhong Ling was also full of excitement, discussed with Zhong Ling, and followed Wu Zihui to the school's drama club, which has its own classroom. When Xie Shuyao and the others arrived, there seemed to be a lot of classmates inside, and they heard the sound of rehearsals in the classroom from a distance.

"You wait outside the door for a while, I'll go talk to the president, and then you come in, otherwise I'll be scolded by the president, okay?" Wu Zihui suddenly stopped Xie Shuyao and the others, and said with some embarrassment.

Zhong Ling muttered dissatisfiedly, seemingly a little dissatisfied, and Xie Shuyao nodded understandingly.

Seeing Wu Zihui push open the door and enter, Xie Shuyao looked at everything inside through the half-open door, after all, he had never seen the drama club of the Republic of China.

Looking at a few people walking around in the dim room, suddenly a familiar figure appeared in Xie Shuyao's field of vision, like a thunderbolt struck Xie Shuyao's brain, and Xie Shuyao's face instantly turned pale......