Lin Fangfei was playing mahjong with Lin Fen at the same table in the teahouse, Lin Fen was not lucky today, and always gave Lin Fangfei a beard. She was angry, took a sip of hot tea, and said, "Next year, my family Meixi and Fangfei Linlin will be in the first grade, and the child will grow up really fast." ”

The mahjong was rubbed loudly, and Lin Fangfei coded the cards, "Yes." ”

"Fang Fei, don't be discouraged, if Linlin really can't keep up with the progress, you can go to preschool for one more year, anyway, she's young."

Lin Fangfei was stunned, "What did you say?" ”

"Didn't Linlin do well in the final exam? I've heard that just passed. Don't let your child suffer in order to catch up with the schedule, a solid foundation is the most important. I originally asked Meixi to do the same, thinking that if she didn't do well in the exam, she would study for another year, but as soon as she got the test paper back and scored 90 points, it should be no problem to continue to study in the first grade. ”

Lin Fangfei could be regarded as hearing some doorways, she glanced at Lin Fen slantedly, "Who told you that my family Linlin just passed?" ”

Lin Fen thought to herself, you just pretend.

Lin Fangfei grabbed the cards and said with a smile: "Linlin studied seriously, and her grades were good, and she took the 99 exam, which was only one point short of a full score!" ”

Lin Fen was momentarily stunned.

The other two women at the table complimented, "Yo, this kid will have a chance to be in the future." ”

Lin Fen's face changed, "Lin Fangfei, you don't have to make up nonsense to deceive people about this little thing, right?" ”

"Do I need to lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Zhou, the teacher has a transcript there. ”

Lin Fen also knew in her heart that such a lie could be exposed at once, and Lin Fangfei was so stupid. That means that Jing Lin's little girl really scored 99 points in the test?

Lin Fen remembered what she had just said, and felt that her face was lost. However, the other two women at the card table didn't know how to read people's eyes, and after glancing at Lin Fen with strange eyes, they continued to praise Lin Fangfei's daughter for being smart and clever.

Lin Fen was so angry that her nose was smoking, she played mahjong in a muffled voice, this was the first time Lin Fangfei had won against her since she was a child. This feeling was both humiliating and aggrieved, and she couldn't wait to immediately grab Chen Meixi, who was playing outside, and ask what was going on.

This year flies quickly, when I was a child, I was very happy, eating candy melon seeds, watching the Spring Festival Gala, I felt very happy.

Jing Lin had a very happy life every day, but sometimes she would put her little hands on her cheeks, look at the opposite building and think, why haven't you seen Tu Mochu come out to play?

Chen Meixi was scolded by her mother and cried so much that she defended: "90 points is a lot, and Yang Jun only took the 50 test!" ”

"I'm here to let you win Jing Lin!"

"Mom, I'll be able to do it next time." Chen Meixi sobbed, "Except for Jing Lin, I did the best in the class." ”

Lin Fen was right when she thought about it, Chen Meixi got ninety points, the other children in the community are all leather monkeys, and the only one who doesn't know the score is the one with the broken leg of the Tu family, but that kind of child, how well can you expect him to do well in the test? Maybe you won't pass at all.

Lin Fen poked Chen Meixi's head, "Do you know how to study hard after the New Year?" ”

Chen Meixi nodded hurriedly.

The holidays are always happy and short, and in the blink of an eye, the students ushered in the second semester of preschool.

In Xiao Jinglin's eyes, Chen Meixi is still cold, the little fat man Yang Jun often yells and screams, and the magic sound pierces her ears, and Tu Mochu in the corner does not take the initiative to talk to her again, as if the voice that told her in the warehouse that day was just her illusion.

By the end of the semester, the school had issued a policy that pre-K exams were cancelled!

People like Yang Jun in the class are simply happy. The rest of the students were also mostly happy. Only Chen Meixi thought melancholy, if she didn't take the exam, would she be able to surpass Jing Lin in the first grade?

Time passed quietly, summer came, and Teacher Zhou Ling sent away these children. They are like newborn seedlings, full of hope, but they don't know what they will become when they grow up. She waved to the children, "Elementary school students, come on!" ”

From the children who knew nothing to already knew how to obey discipline, they all answered obediently.

Tu Mochu is six years old. His legs didn't grow back when they grew up, as his mother said. Every night before going to bed, he looked at the mutilations of the severed limbs, but they were still bare.

Before entering the first grade of primary school, Tu Mochu heard Fang Lanzhi and Tu Yiqian's fierce quarrel.

Fang Lanzhi sneered: "There is no teacher in the first grade who can help Mo Chu go to the toilet!" ”

"I said I'll ask the teacher and ask them for a gift!"

"Please, one year, and after that, fifth or sixth grade! What about junior high and high school! You can please for a lifetime! I will find a hospital to fit Mo Chu with a prosthetic, and the bankruptcy will also make him stand up again! ”

"Laneige, don't be impulsive, Mo Chu is still too young......"

Tu Mochu looked at his empty trouser legs, and he wanted to say that since the incident in kindergarten, he had never asked the teacher to help him go to the toilet. He didn't understand what a "prosthetic" was, but he understood "getting back on his feet."

After a long summer vacation, Tu Mochu's parents finally reached a compromise with each other.

The most suitable age for children to install prosthetics is about ten years old, and their immature bodies cannot bear the pain of prosthetic exercises, so they decided to press this matter until Tu Mochu was nine years old.

The beginning of primary school is much more lively than that of preschool, and in early autumn and September, children in pre-school are promoted to first-grade classes.

Jing Lin was surprised to find a miraculous thing, and her memories of her fourth grade appeared quite clearly in her mind.

At that time, two major events happened, the first was the construction of a road from home to school, and the children in the community had to take a detour to go to school every day. The second is that my uncle hit someone with his car and lost a lot of money, and my mother cried while filling this bottomless pit with the savings she saved.

Jing Lin was young and didn't know what these meant, she just felt that neither of these things was a good thing.

But what caught her attention even more was the new homeroom teacher. In my memory, the homeroom teacher of the first grade is Yu Xinjie, a woman in her thirties with a bad temper, Jing Lin remembers that she once forgot to bring her homework and was slapped by her.

Jing Lin was subconsciously afraid of this unkind Chinese teacher and class teacher. She asked uneasily, "Mom, can I go to the second class of the first grade?" ”

Lin Fangfei picked her up and stepped over the puddle, "No, students in the first class can only go to the first grade class to study." ”

Jing Lin lay weakly in Lin Fangfei's arms. As a result, when she went to sign up, she found that the female teacher who greeted them with a smile was not Yu Xinjie, but an intellectual female teacher named Bai Jinglan.

Jing Lin couldn't help but be stunned, and then she remembered a very important thing. She went to kindergarten one year less in her life, so she went on a completely different trajectory in her life, she was supposed to be in preschool now, so now the teacher has changed, which also means that the future will become unpredictable.

Jing Lin quietly looked at this strange homeroom teacher, Bai Jinglan registered her with a smile, and then praised Lin Fangfei: "I have seen Jing Lin's grades in preschool, which are very good." ”

Lin Fangfei hurriedly replied: "Thank you, teacher, I'll trouble you in the future." ”

"You're welcome." Bai Jinglan pondered for a moment, glanced at the little girl next to her, and asked Lin Fangfei, "Are you from the same community as Tu Mochu?" ”

"Yes."

"It's okay to register and the children who have registered will come to school tomorrow."

Bai Jinglan knew in advance that there would be a hot potato in her class, and she also talked to Teacher Zhou Ling in the preschool class. She is a teacher who teaches primary school knowledge, and she will take six years in one session, and the Chinese and math teachers are all female teachers, and it is always inconvenient to help Tu Mochu, who has grown up, take off his pants and go to the toilet.

Zhou Ling sighed, "He is very sensitive, and he didn't ask me to help with the toilet once in preschool." If you can, please help take care of him. ”

Bai Jinglan was a little surprised. She also knew that it was not easy for such a disabled child to grow up, so she paid extra attention to several children in the same community as Tu Mochu after work, Jing Lin, Chen Meixi, Yang Jun, and Li Mao.

Because there are other students who have transferred from the first grade, there are now a total of 56 students in the first class, and no one will come out alone, and Tu Mochu has the same table this time.

But listening to Teacher Zhou, Tu Mochu is very repulsive to everyone, no matter which child is at the same table with him, I am afraid there will be contradictions.

Tu Mochu came to school early on the day of the first grade, Teacher Bai beckoned to him, he paused, his eyes were as silent in the morning light as if the sky was at dawn, and then he pushed the wheelchair over.

Teacher Bai had learned about Tu Mochu's temperament, and he didn't say much. She placed a transcript in front of him, with four names circled on it.

Teacher Bai said lightly: "Tu Mochu, the teacher plays a game with you, you point to a name, and that classmate will become your tablemate." ”

Teacher Bai knew that Tu Mochu, who had only been in preschool, didn't know much of the characters, and she wanted to use this fair way to let the child choose a tablemate.

Four people...... Are there four children in the community? Tu Mochu's dark eyes looked at the four names quietly, he really couldn't recognize them all.

But Chen Meixi is three words, he can guess which one is her. Maozi has a cursive prefix that he knows, and he also recognizes Li Mao. The word Yang is next to the wooden character, and Yang Jun's name is followed by his score, 50. The last one left should be Jing Lin, 99 points, that's right.

He watched it for a long time, and Bai Jinglan couldn't help but urge.

The first lesson that preschool taught him was that if he didn't fight for it, he would have nothing. Life is not kind to him, and this world may only get what selfish people want. His fingers finally landed on the word "Jing Lin".

Jing Lin and Tu Mochu became the same table again, she was very happy, her eyes shining brightly. Her little milk voice was soft, "Tu Mochu, will I bring the game stick to play together tomorrow?" Although her memory is ahead of her time, she is still childlike because of her mental limitations.

Tu Mochu's lips pursed, unwilling to speak.

Most of the people in the class have their new tablemates. Tu Mochu felt that he was not a good person, and he deprived Jing Lin of three-quarters of the opportunity not to be his tablemate, in exchange for getting along with her for the next six years.

Because the same table became Tu Mochu again, Jing Lin was very happy. Before going out the next day, she put the thin colored sticks that her mother bought into her schoolbag and prepared to play with Tu Mochu after class.

In the era of material scarcity, this is a game of picking sticks that children often play. The hand first holds all the sticks, perpendicular to the tabletop, and then releases them suddenly, the sticks will scatter in all directions, and then pick them up one by one, and in the process can not move other sticks, whoever picks back more wins.

Jing Lin spread the stick away and said, "You first." ”

The one who picks first has an advantage, and the children want to be the first to come when they play, Tu Mochu looked at Jing Lin's clear and innocent eyes and nodded.

It was the first time Tu Mochu played this kind of game, but he was so calm that he didn't look like a first-grade child, and he calmly picked up the super difficult stick. Jing Lin's chubby hands are clumsy and play unsatisfactorily.

There were a total of fifty small sticks, and in the end, Tu Mochu had 47 and Jing Lin had 3.

Looking at a large handful of colorful sticks in Tu Mochu's hand, Jing Lin blinked cutely, and then looked at the three lonely ones in his hand, and finally knew that playing games with Tu Mochu was so boring. His face was expressionless, leaving her with no gaming experience.

The young Tu Mochu didn't know how to back down, he was like a tenacious young tree, facing the storm, but he was not strong enough, and the most likely outcome was to be broken alive.

Jing Lin grinned, revealing her small baby teeth, "Tu Mochu is really powerful." ”

Jing Lin continued to play with him, and then was abused by him all the way. He won't let her, this game has been played until the end of this semester, and she still can't pick more than ten under Tu Mochu.

Jing Lin is immature and soft, and uses a child's greatest tolerance to tolerate Tu Mochu's coolness.

In the second hot summer, Tu Mochu, who never drank water at school, would take a glass of water, cross the 38 line, and the water cup appeared on Xiao Jinglin's table.