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The long search made me a little dizzy, but the sense of accomplishment that came from finding what I was looking for temporarily shook the balance of "measurement" in my heart, and I felt that it was very worthwhile.

It is very difficult to find such a record in the student union information, and it is still without an index.

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"What day is it?"

I turned my head and asked Li Xinmu, but I didn't want to get any answer from her, I was just asking myself.

"It's supposed to be summer vacation."

"Let's ask."

In front of the gate of the student union, I met a figure who was still a little familiar, and it was still him, and I have always met him recently. Although it wasn't always, but meeting him made a deep impression on my mind, and I was still a little self-aware of this.

"Senior Brother Lu?"

"Senior Gu?"

So there's still nothing I can do to look him in the eye? The glowing eyes seemed to have light beating in the backlight.

What a terrible person.

He looked like he had just come out of it, and when he saw me, his mouth overflowed with a smile, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was full of confidence, as well as the leisurely watching the play.

I don't know why, I have a feeling of "he absolutely knows".

Then Li Xinmu behind me burst into that smile again, and Gu Jun's figure slowly walked away, and he left unhurriedly from the stairs on the side of the corridor. As the figure passed by me, my heart gradually seemed to be ignited by something, and Li Xinmu tilted his head to change to the appearance of "active" mode, and I took a step that even I was a little surprised and powerful, and knocked on the door of the student union with the back of my fingers.

When Du Feifei, the student council president, opened the door, I suddenly smelled a trace of sadness.

I used all my anger to torture myself so cowardly.

With a hint of helplessness, I cast a quiet look at the student council president in front of me, who was a little shorter than me.

"We want to know one thing."

"What?"

The girl with her beautiful bangs blinked, and after what we thought was a detailed and quick explanation, she thought for a while and threw the key directly to me.

"Huh?"

"Don't mess around, there's a sticker on the key to the data room, I'll call someone to come."

When she staggered out, she also disappeared at the same staircase as when Gu Jun left. It was as if something was choked in my heart.

"Is that so?"

I muttered, and I didn't continue to say anything under the question raised by Li Xinmu because he didn't hear clearly.

"The August documents should be placed here."

I pulled out a file box the size of my face, I didn't realize its weight as I pulled it out, but after the last corner of it left the bookshelf and lost its fulcrum, the point of force immediately shifted and the weight poured all over my arm, and before I could react, it was already falling in front of me.

It whistled in the air with the last shred of force that had been taken out of my hands, and as soon as it disappeared from my eyes, I felt the tip of my nose rub, my eyes slid down a little, and then the irritation of my foot being smashed, which was unbearable.

But the papers scattered in the process of falling occupy my mind now.

"Hmm, it hurts, look for it!"

A ridiculously funny sentence blurted out, and I felt the slightest bit bad in the face of the documents that had been scrambled like this. Although it is well sandwiched with a long-tail ticket holder, it still makes me feel difficult because of the large number.

By the way, after this was a white-haired senior who came to take over the work of the student president, and as far as I know, he seems to have the surname Yi.

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"Teacher, I don't think so."

It seems that the teacher already knows about this, although I can confirm that no one will spread it on my side, but it is difficult for the other party to say, it is obvious that this matter must have been transmitted to the ears of this old man in some direct and indirect way, intentionally or unintentionally.

I saw a hint of sadness in the faint smile on his lips, but I couldn't just answer his question, yes, if it was to that extent, the teaching method would still be inefficient and unworkable.

After he snuffed out the cigarette butt, I noticed that the milky ashtray on the table was clean, but the new cigarette butt that was about to fall inside would make it white and mottled.

As the sporadic smoke shone on the struggling sparks, the old man's words made me feel a little depressed. Under that vicissitudes and hoarse voice, a tragic past is told.

When the teacher was young, he was the only one in their village who went to college, and he was also the only young man who went to a serious high school, except for a girl who was recruited to make up for it. He got nothing in that barren place, except the imagination that had been honed against the sky.

Even breathing in the barren yellow earth was a little astringent, and he had endless fantasies about the cattle when he was a child. He urged them to the new pastures, the only thing he had to do.

He said that the most uncomfortable thing he did in his life was stealing a book from a local scholar.

It was a math book, an annotated book from the Republic of China, and as for why it was this book, he explained that at that time, because he was afraid of being discovered, he withdrew his hand the moment he got it, and a fire broke out in the study room that was cracked by lightning, and he didn't have the courage to look back again before the adults arrived.

Although he couldn't read the words, the book became the only thing he spent time before going to school after all the other fun was lost. Speaking of this, he smiled a little and said that there are two kinds of things in this world, one is to save time and the other is to kill time. Obviously, mathematics falls into the latter category for him.

Although such a book is still relatively difficult to digest for a beginner, time solves everything. Doing nothing, he spent almost all of his time on this only book, until one day the book finally couldn't bear the torture of time and became fragmented.

The disintegration is slow, the process is clear, first the front and last pages are erased little by little, then the title page, and finally from the main text, the whole book becomes sticky and blurry.

Finally, on a stormy evening, a torrential downpour completely destroyed the book in the mud.

"I want to go to school."

It was perhaps the first time he really longed for something.

The idea began to sprout after he became addicted, and the clay pot he found under his pillow was his only savings, some money withheld from various places, and other labor on the way to herd cattle. He stubbornly held up the clay pot, even though a corner had been broken, he still felt that the clay pot was shining with the brightest light in the world.

The gentle mother shook her head and buried him in her chest.