Poison the sun.

The Saharan heat was sweltering and harsh, with the floor of the playground at least 40 degrees Celsius, and the heat was rolling down to surround the boys and girls. Many girls have withdrawn from the queue on the grounds of menstruation, and some boys have been sent away pretending to faint. Only he stood upright in the sun, staring at the armed police instructor. The original pale skin has long been tanned, and two layers can be lifted with a light pinch, which is also the reason why the girls are most afraid, although they all put sunscreen on their faces.

The military training lasted for five days, ending before the arrival of the autumn tiger, and the instructor praised him as the most tenacious student with the strongest willpower, with a dark complexion, and no one in Nanming Middle School dared to bully him from then on.

Before the start of school, the new students lived in the dormitory, and He Qingying finally came with her and helped her son carry the quilt and pillow. He received a new school uniform, which was very cool and black, and he wore it to attract the attention of girls from time to time. The mother kept nagging, after all, in the sixteen years since her son was born, she had never left herself.

There are more adults than students in the dormitory, and they are all making their beds and luggage. waited until He Qingying packed everything before he reluctantly left, taking care of his son and calling home.

"Mom, Wang'er has grown up and will take care of herself."

Si Wang kissed her on the forehead as if no one was around, and the classmates around him sneered, but he didn't seem to care.

Spending the night at school for the first time in his life, he didn't talk much to his peers. Nanming Middle School is full of resident students, and in order to facilitate contact with home, students are allowed to bring mobile phones to school, but they are not allowed to bring them to class. SIWANG'S COPYCAT MACHINE HAS BEEN RIDICULED BY THE ROOMMATE IN THE LOWER BUNK, THE FAMILY USES AN IPHONE, AND THE TWO OPPOSITE ARE CARRYING IPADS, BURYING THEIR HEADS IN PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES.

Take a closer look at the wooden windowsill of the bedroom—it's covered in incisions from more than two decades, many names intertwined, and symbols like pentagrams, stars, and skeletons. In the most inconspicuous corner, the words "Death Poets Society" are vaguely engraved.

Outside the window, crickets rang one after another, and the breeze with the scent of oleander flowers hit and dispelled the stuffiness a little. Through the large unlit playground, he tried his best to look into the night, vaguely discerning the outline of the school library.

Suddenly, the lights came on in the small attic.

On the windowsill of the bedroom on the fourth floor, Si Wang's eyes widened, but unfortunately there was no telescope at hand.

"Hey, classmate, go to bed early."

When the lights go out, the roommate in the lower bunk yawns to remind him. Another roommate walked over and tightened the curtains without saying hello. Si Wang had been lying on the windowsill for two hours, and everyone had thought of him as a monster.

At this moment, Ma Li, who was far away in Guangzhou, received a text message: "I have returned to Nanming High School and slept on the top bunk of your former dormitory." ”

In the early morning of the next day, Si Wang received a call from his mother, He Qingying asked excitedly for a long and short time, for fear that his son would not eat or sleep well, and he replied that everything was going well, and asked her how she slept last night? She said that Wang'er was not at home and did not sleep all night.

The first day of class.

The classroom of the first (2) class is on the third floor of the white school building, and there are 32 students in the class, 17 boys and 15 girls. Si Wang is considered high, and the seats are arranged in the fifth row, more than ten meters away from the podium and blackboard, which is very suitable for desertion or small movements. The table mate is an active boy who keeps talking to others. There are two girls in the front row, one with short hair and the other with a ponytail, and their looks can only be regarded as middle-class. The two of them were very friendly to Si Wang, but he always answered one sentence and never took the initiative to speak.

A male teacher in his forties walked into the classroom, carrying a heavy folder, wearing a crisp white shirt and a gold pen pinned to his breast pocket. He maintained the shape of a young man, only with a thinner hair, and his piercing gaze swept across the classroom, and every student could feel his confidence and pride.

"Hello classmates, I'm your homeroom teacher, my name is *Song."

He turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, and although he was a math teacher, he had a beautiful hand of chalk. The classmates below whispered, it turned out that Mr. Zhang's reputation was very loud, and he had appeared on various educational TV shows, and he was the first teacher brand of Nanming High School.

"I haven't been a homeroom teacher for ten years, and last month, the new school leader asked me to take up the burden of being a homeroom teacher and bring a class to graduate from the third year of high school.

Unexpectedly, some people applauded below, and a few nerds wearing thick lenses felt that having * Song as a class teacher was equivalent to pie in the sky - they hired the city's top tutors for free, and being admitted to key universities was just around the corner.

* Song was numb to any compliment, didn't say a word of nonsense, and went straight to the first math lesson. The most boring math class in the past made many girls listen to the heavens, but they were also engrossed, and almost no one was distracted. At the end of class, he received a lot of applause, and scanned the entire classroom solemnly until he met Si Wang's eyes.

He frowned slightly, as if frightened by the young man's gaze. At the pleasant end of class bell, *Song did not say goodbye to the students and walked straight out of the classroom of the first (2nd) class of high school.

During recess, Si Wang sat still, and when the class bell rang, *Song had appointed a class leader, a fat girl with glasses, and she asked everyone to stand up and say "Hello teacher".

This is a Chinese class, and the teacher is Ouyang Xiaozhi.

"Hello students!"

She also bowed deeply to everyone, wearing a white dress, light makeup, long black hair shawl, white sandals and walked to the podium, gestures, smiles, and was really very affinity. Someone in the audience noticed her hands, and she didn't wear rings on her left and right fingers. She wrote her name on the blackboard.

The girl in the front row read it softly, and immediately bit her ear with the same table: "Wow, her name is Ouyang Xiaozhi too!" Have you read those books? ”

Her smile in class kept all the students looking at her without distracting them.

"You can call me Teacher Ouyang, or Teacher Xiaozhi - do you know why I am called Xiaozhi? That's the name of a flute. She flicked the hair on her shoulders to the back of her head, still dignified, "It's an honor to be your Chinese teacher, this is also my first time in Nanming High School." I graduated from the city's normal university, worked as a Chinese teacher for 12 years, and was transferred here from the city just two months ago - oops, exposing my age! ”

These words made the atmosphere of the classroom more harmonious, and the girl in front whispered: "Oh my God, I can't see it at all!" I thought she was in her twenties! ”

However, Ouyang Xiaozhi did not tell her classmates - she also graduated from Nanming Senior High School.

"Now, please open the first text, "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha", author*."

The teacher began to recite the poem, and his voice was still as soft as before, and from time to time the reactions of the students in the audience were swept to Si Wang's face.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and no one noticed this detail, so she continued: "Classmate Cha is a young man, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan......"

Forty-five minutes later, the bell rang for the end of class, and Twig previewed tomorrow's text, politely saying goodbye to everyone, and it seemed that the first class was a great success, and she walked out of the classroom confidently.

Twig returns to the teacher's office, where there are more than a dozen large tables, and she gets along well with the other teachers, sharing snacks like plums.

In the evening, she walked out of the school gate with a large light-colored handbag full of lesson preparation materials, and just happened to bump into the boy, who shyly retreated to the side.

"Hello, classmate!"

She took the initiative to speak, the wind ruffled her long hair, and her face became clearer.

The boy struggled for a long time before he spit out a sentence: "Hello teacher." ”

"I remember you, the day the freshmen registered, and it was also the first day I arrived at Nanming Middle School, and we carpooled together."

"It's okay."

His voice was so low that he couldn't even hear himself.

"I remember your name on the roster of freshmen—Si Wang?"

"Yes."

"Thank you!"

The road ahead was still under construction, and with excavators driving over the road, she walked alone to the distant subway station.

Suddenly, Ouyang Xiaozhi turned around, and he was gone.