"Hey!" She suddenly raised her arms and waved them behind me. I turned my head and saw no one respond to her, and when I looked back, I saw her stroking her forehead with her right hand.

"It's embarrassing to recognize the wrong person!" Before I could open my mouth, she continued, "Can you teach me to write poetry in the future?" ”

When it came to poetry, I was immediately interested, and the topic was naturally and smoothly cut. Poetry is like alcohol to me, it not only excites me, but also dulls me. I didn't expect that Yu Zhaomin left halfway to settle the bill, and he was still thinking about all kinds of poems there.

In hindsight, I should be glad that Yu Zhaomin mentioned poetry to me, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to eat boiled cabbage for at least a week.

But I know very well that this happiness does not have much of a warning effect on the future, as Du Mu lamented in "A Fang Gong Fu": future generations mourn but do not learn from it, and it also makes future generations mourn future generations.

After the meal, Yu Zhaomin explained why she paid the bill, "I knew you would send me home, so I repaid you in advance." ”

I said that my face was hot, I didn't know that the favor could be repaid like this, but I knew that she must have gone to school to see the score list for her cousin. When I returned to the dormitory and saw Qian Duo, I naturally wanted to talk about the class.

A lot of chatter, most of it is nonsense, but it also fills in some parts that I originally wanted to know, but missed because of Yu Zhaomin's appearance. Just like people and time, there is really no better analogy between gains and losses.

The top spot in the school turned out to be He Qiu, who made a bet with Xi Fan a few months ago, threatening to be admitted to the top ten in the class at the end of the semester.

According to Qian Duo, this extraordinary object is particularly "filial", and his mother once touched his knees because of his average results, but she failed to save him from Nintendo's arcade world.

In this way, it seems that their head teacher Xi Fan is not only powerful at Wang Baquan, but also no one can beat him when he is slapped in the face, so he casually put the mud on the wall.

The new semester has turned a new page under the name of the new class teacher, Mr. Chu. Speaking of roll call, there is also a small episode.

I didn't expect that after Mr. Chu called my name, he then called out Zhao Min's name, which disturbed my heart, but he laughed at himself, "Look at my brain, Zhao Min has transferred to another school." ”

Naturally, there are new changes in the new semester, and the regular rest on Saturday has been changed from afternoon to morning, and evening self-study is as usual. I also lost my permission to sleep in language classes. As for the habit of walking during the winter vacation, I changed it to noon.

The north gate of the school is facing a railway, and about a mile west along a path next to the railway, there is a flood control levee running north-south, about 100 meters forward beyond the embankment, and a dam in the same direction.

At the same height as the two dikes and intersected is the east-west railroad embankment, which has a gravel paved path at the base of the embankment. Next to the trail is a poplar forest extending to the south, and there are many steamed buns made of cement scattered in the poplar forest, and some of the steamed buns have a stone tablet in front of them, and the stone tablet reads so-and-so Kaoyan......

It's a quiet place, but it's rather eerie and rarely visited. I've only met the two of them once after going back and forth so many times.

That time, I admired the freshly smoked yellow-green leaves of the poplar trees as I lifted them down from the first flood control. I just bumped into a couple of men and women around the corner, I don't know who was thirsty, and the other was feeding each other's own saliva, which is probably the so-called mutual affection!

They immediately separated after meeting me, probably because they didn't want to share their friendship with others. The four eyes stared at me as if nothing had happened, first stunned and then expressionless, walking by at the same pace.

A few days later, I went to the market to buy sleeve guards, and as I was walking, I suddenly heard someone behind me call me, "The handsome guy in front, your wallet has dropped." Just as I looked back at the ground behind me, the speaker continued, "Sure enough, everyone is a money junkie." ”

Following the voice, I saw a familiar face, the heroine who had been in love with people a few days ago was smiling brightly, and the smile matched her face so well that her slightly wide junior high school uniform was particularly dazzling.

The strange thing is that I didn't get angry, but I just thought of the author's description of Jia Xichun when she first appeared in "Dream of Red Mansions": she was not tall enough and her description was still small. As the saying goes, seven or eight years old is suspicious of dogs, presumably this sister is probably a prodigy, right?

Speaking of sleeve guards, they used to be only for girls, but after I wore them, only boys in the class followed suit, and then the whole school. This is not difficult to understand, after all, learning is very costly.

Every day, in addition to studying or studying, I plunged into the sea of questions, and without other thoughts, the days passed briskly, and the summer vacation was coming in a blink of an eye. It's just that this summer vacation is someone else's. For us in the graduating class, in the words of Mr. Li, "thinking" is a sin.

Although a week ago, we had already completed all the courses in the three years of high school. Of course, there are rewards, but no one wants them - to keep doing mock papers.

I still go to the canal at noon every day. Today, I was a little surprised, as soon as I climbed the first embankment, I saw Yu Zhaomin sitting in the shade of a tree. I don't know how she learned about my habits, only that she said it was a coincidence, not at all.

Actually, I am very happy to meet her, and she is rare to be a friend. When I first met, due to my slow heat, every time we met, it was fortunate that she talked about her from all over the world, so that it would not be cold.

Gradually, she became the most loyal listener of me, a storyteller. Or a listener whose gender is sometimes overlooked by me, it would be more accurate to say bosom friend.

I remember one time I met her on the way to the bathroom, and then my chatterbox opened, and I talked as I walked until she suddenly walked away.

The sudden change left me a little confused – why not join me? It wasn't until the moment I came out of the men's restroom that I remembered that she was a girl.

I didn't think she was here today.

"Brother, what do you think of me?" It was the first time she had addressed me as a brother.

"It's good."

"Then you don't hate me, do you?"

"I like you ...... too late"

"Do you think I'm your ideal girlfriend type?"

"Actually, I'm not qualified to answer you, because I've lost my heart a long time ago."

"Did you get lost with Zhao Min?" I didn't tell from her face that she didn't want to come, but I didn't know if it wasn't for disguise.

"Yes." I paused and nodded in response.

"Thank you!"

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for being honest!" She looked very happy.

"I know, actually, it's hurtful to be honest." I was a little stumbling, as if I was the one who was rejected.

"Some characters are meant to take damage." She was still relaxed.

"By the way, have you heard of Dikal?"