76 The wind is blowing

Wei Gospel walked into the classroom from the outside, Yang Longfei ran over and patted her on the shoulder, handed her a nine-link ring, raised her eyebrows, and asked: Can you untie it? Recently, there has been a lot of excitement in the class to play the game of Nine Links, and the vendors outside the school are full of all kinds of intellectual toys.

At first, only one classmate bought it, in order to prove that he could solve it, and then someone followed suit, after all, everyone wanted to prove that they were smarter than others.

I don't know where Yang Longfei got it, Wei Gospel didn't say a word, took it, took it in her hand and shook it, the shiny iron ring made a jingling and crisp sound, and she turned it over and over in her hand to observe it for a while.

The three iron rings in front have been taken down, and there are still three iron rings left, which are interlocking and hanging on the beam, the three iron rings seem to be interlocking and unbreakable, but there is a great mystery, you can't use brute force, you have to use ingenuity, Wei Gospel studied it, pinched a small ring with his fingertips, turned his backhand, and the ring in his hand fell off from the main body like magic, and then there was another backhand, Yang Longfei choked, his head was about to explode, and he didn't untie a ring, so she easily dissolved it.

"Admire and admire, you just untied it in three clicks and two clicks, it took me a long time to ......", Yang Longfei coughed, he couldn't tell her that he was biting it with his teeth.

Wei Gospel put the untied iron ring in the palm of his hand, and said lightly: "It's not that difficult, how did you untie it."

Yang Longfei smiled dryly and said, "That's how I unraveled it."

"Huh? How can there be tooth marks on this? ”

Yang Longfei hurriedly snatched the iron ring over, and said with a smile: "You are wrong, you are wrong."

He looked at Wei Gospel and said with a wry smile in his heart: You can't be wronged and planted in my hands once!

"Take a trip to my house after school and do me a little favor."

Before Wei Gospel could agree, Yang Longfei turned around and left.

The history teacher walked in with a textbook, and she was standing on the podium not as tall as the students below, so everyone was not afraid of her.

She put the textbook on the podium, looked around, and said, "You Teacher Zhao said to let you finish the math paper in this class, do you want to write math homework, or do you want to take history class?"

The history teacher has no status in the school, and her classes are always ruthlessly dominated by other teachers.

"History lesson!" The students shouted in unison, for fear that the teacher in the next office would not hear them.

The history teacher smiled embarrassedly, and every time he went to his own class, he had to discuss with the main subject teacher, and they didn't want to occupy the class, so it was their turn.

"Teacher, we want to have a history lesson." A few naughty boys said sincerely.

The history teacher laughed even more fakely: "Students, your homeroom teacher is also responsible for everyone, they can sit in the office and drink tea, and their voices are hoarse every day when they lecture, and you still don't appreciate it."

"Teacher, we can't be Chinese and math every day, we like history class, you can tell us a story!"

"In that case, well." The history teacher was obviously moved by the sincere enthusiasm of the students and happily agreed.

History class is not interesting to look at the eyes of everyone to understand, Yang Longfei has never finished a class seriously, he always falls asleep in the middle of the class, he never feels sleepy in history class, and listens to the taste, the history teacher is not tall, and she speaks very softly, and the classmates affectionately call her "little history", and the history teacher is not angry, and mingles with the students.

In fact, Wei Gospel had seen her when she lived on the fish pond, and she was not her history teacher at that time.

Every evening, I will always see a girl who is not tall walking around the pond, sometimes holding bread in her hand to feed the stray dogs, stray cats, sometimes feeding fish, looking like a child, if you put her in the student pile, I thought she was a primary school student, she always seemed to be alone, and I didn't see any relatives and friends, I heard that she was assigned here after graduating from college, and she left her hometown to live alone in other places, so that Wei Gospel felt the same way, and his good impression of her was closer.

Last semester, because of the late payment of a few days of books, Zhao Huaide asked Wei Gospel to invite parents, although he used the word "please", it must not be a good thing, Wei Gospel drooped his head like a prisoner, and Li Yuehua stood in the office to intercede with the teacher, Li Yuehua cried a handful of snot and tears, and when he returned home, Li Yuehua said gratefully: "Today is really thanks to your history teacher for giving us a fair word."

Wei Fuhai asked: "Is your history teacher not tall, the one who always feeds cats and dogs?"

Wei replied, "Yes."

Wei Fuhai rolled his eyes: "It's her, I also introduced her to someone, but it didn't work out."

"It's been so many years, she should be in her thirties."

"Huh? Little history is so old! Wei Gospel said incredulously, and muttered again, "Why are you so old and still not married." In her vague timeline, her teens are considered young, and her twenties are considered to be old age, and the old Shebajin recorded in the history books is an ancient, and World War II was hundreds of years ago.

Li Yuehua looked at her and said: "You child, how can you be considered old at the age of thirty, thirty years old is young, this world is yours and ours, according to what you say, everyone over the age of sixty has to be buried alive?"

"Mom, I'm just talking, can't I be wrong!" Wei Gospel hurriedly remedied.

"Why don't you get married when she's so old!" Li Yuehua wondered that it was too late for her to get married at the age of twenty-six.

"Is she too demanding?" Wei Fuhai said.

"Mom, you two are really, whether people get married or not, what are you bothering about, besides, the history teacher helped us speak today, so don't talk about her behind your back." Wei Gospel does not like to be discussed later.

"You kid, we didn't speak ill of your history teacher." Li Yuehua shook her head and said.

The history teacher closed the textbook, and she never read from the textbook, and often led to some stories behind historical figures, I don't know where she heard about it, that Napoleon destroyed the Sphinx when he went to Egypt, and as a result, the nose of the great Sphinx was bombarded by Napoleon's soldiers, and the students lamented that they had not seen the Sphinx, and its nose was gone.

Speaking of Marat's death, he collapsed in the bathtub, his body hanging limply to the side, still holding the pen in his right hand, and she was agitated and indignant, as if she had been there when he died.

She was like a river, spitting stars flying together, everyone in the audience listened to the heart-wrenching story, the mood followed the ups and downs, listened with relish, sometimes the story was not finished and the class was over, and the students had to regret the end, looking forward to the next history class.