Chapter 15: Coming Quietly (1)
After the social practice activities, everyone also took back their excitement and continued to live in the school.
In the Chinese class, Mr. Hao took a pile of printed photos and distributed them to everyone, so as to get some small income.
I looked at the group photo of the class, and it seemed a little strange when I was looking for myself, I never seemed to pay attention to myself, and as for my own appearance, it was also vague.
I rarely take pictures, I don't wear makeup, and I don't know what skin care products are at that time, so I just occasionally look at myself when I wash my face, so I skipped it a little......
So much so that when I looked at the class photo, I exclaimed, "So I look like this!" ”
It's a strange feeling.
Is this me?
……
After dinner,
Bedchamber.
"Come on, help me break the stars." Sister said.
Then, holding a large handful of colorful thin tubes, which are the ones that we usually use to fold stars, put them on the bed, and we sat around.
"I won't ......" I really won't, I've never folded, I've only heard of it before, it is said that folding stars are given to the object, especially when it is a birthday gift for birthdays, it is the most suitable.
The main thing was that it was popular at the time.
"I'll teach you." My sister was overjoyed, and then began to teach me hand-in-hand.
In this way, I learned to fold stars.
Is this just another new skill?
I learned to fold the stars as if I was obsessed, folding in class, folding after class, and continuing to fold when I got home......
Until my index finger reacted and it started to swell.
However, this still can't be stopped.
……
When my sister was teaching me how to fold stars, I accidentally saw a pattern on her wrist.
It's the appearance of a star.
"This is ......" I asked suspiciously, does my sister like stars so much?
"Hmm......" Sister looked at me in embarrassment, probably wondering if to tell me.
I didn't continue to ask, but lowered my head and carefully folded the stars in my hand.
"They got this for me, and everyone is like this, so I made one too." As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves to reveal the true face of the pattern.
Of course I know who they are, but several girls in their class at that time felt that they were very powerful, and they also bowed together, as if they had become friends for the year.
On the psychology of children's comparison.
As long as someone else has done it, they have to imitate it, and they feel that they are very fashionable and avant-garde.
Looking at my sister's wrist, at this moment, I was also dumbfounded.
What kind of ordinary pattern is this, it is clearly to use a knife to scratch your own skin, and then scab over to form a pattern, which can stay for a short time.
Wait for it to heal slowly.
How can this be done, it can be regarded as an act of self-harm.
Forget it, I don't understand their world either.
……
Later, after about a week of hard work, the task was finally completed.
1314 capsules.
Very nice numbers.
My sister also bought a transparent glass bottle with stars, which is crystal clear, and I heard that there are some luminous stars that can really shine at night, and they really look like stars.
Sure enough, it was a birthday present for the boy, and it is said that he received this carefully prepared gift and loved it.
I think anyone who receives a gift made by someone else will be very impressed!
Etiquette is light and affection is heavy!
Hearts are always more precious than money.
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Class
Morning self-study.
Every day's morning self-study is supervised by the homeroom teacher, except for mathematics, one subject a day, and non-repeated reading and recitation.
The civil engineering teacher asked us to read aloud or memorize aloud in the morning self-study. Even if you look at yourself yourself, it is no exception.
In her opinion, if you don't recite quietly, you are easy to get sleepy.
It turns out that this is true, after all, we wake up so early in the morning, and it is inevitable to be sleepy.
"Jin Taiyuan Zhong......" opened the Chinese textbook, and made a hoarse voice with difficulty, when I thought it was because of the morning, I cleared my throat.
......At this time, the language function is completely lost.
I continued to keep my head down, struggling to read the text in my own voice.
I'm afraid of being criticized by the civil engineering teacher.
I'm used to it, but it's not the first time I've seen this happen.
At first, I thought I might be dumb, but after a few days, I returned to normal, but in the past few days, I was so afraid that the teacher would ask me questions in class, and I would reply with a smile when others took the initiative to talk to me.
Because, I really can't make a sound.
Strange and ignorant.
And almost every semester, there is a time when my worries surround me and I want to talk about it, but no one listens.
Inexplicably lost his voice and endured it silently.
Only in the past few days have I realized that I can go a day without saying a word, is this also a skill?
I don't seem to need to talk every day when I write and draw, and when I open the textbook, I can't control my hands and always want to draw something.
So, here I am