But what to listen to?

For example, Mr. Han, the "tigress" who makes us all fearful, always says that we hate iron but not steel. If we are obedient, will there be a lot of steel soon? It's a pity that none of us are iron, we are still flesh and blood, but we never dare to think of skipping a grade to evolve.

So we're not obedient enough and not good students. Of course, it's not a good student, and it's not like it hasn't always been, just like the teacher let us enter the school department red scarf, and we did it. Of course, it is not always done, such as sometimes.

Some of the times I'm talking about are at the beginning of third grade, when we "tigresses" called names. It was a cold morning, so cold that it slowed people's hearts by an average of half a beat per minute. The teacher stood on it, looking huge, and holding a roster of all the men and women in the class, and then called names.

After listening to Li Xiang, Wang Hao, Liu Yuan, and Wang Meng being called one after another, I listened to the "tigress" condescendingly roaring my name Wang Zhi. I went in one ear and the other went out, and immediately stood up in place, and the sound came.

Our teacher Han named names, which always makes people feel that they are on the battlefield, and the enemy and victory are not far away. It's a feeling that is both nerve-wracking and exciting. And our teacher Han also has a bad habit, that is, when you shout, he looks at you: one is to determine whether it is me, and the other is to see if you are wearing a scarf.

If not, the penalty is to immediately go outside and face the wall for 10 minutes. It's so cold outside, who can stand it? The next thing I called Li Ziqiu after I passed it smoothly, but Ziqiu didn't stand up for a long time, and we all looked at her and listened to her finally read a word weakly.

She didn't wear a red scarf that day.

It was probably in the spring of the following year that she told me that she didn't like wearing red scarves, and I casually asked her: Is a red scarf bad? Actually, I felt like she was talking nonsense, and I was talking nonsense. If the red scarf is good, then the little Japanese and the spider spirit are fucking good. But looking at the whole school, how many people are willing to wear red scarves?

But after all, she is my exclusive love, of course I can't say that she is talking nonsense, but I already felt at the time that two people who love each other often talk a lot of nonsense together. Then she told me that the red scarf had a feeling of death, and I knew she was talking about the color of the blood that the red scarf was wrapped around her neck.

At that time, we had nothing to say to each other, and Ziqiu was also my girlfriend. But at that time, the society was still very feudal, and the school belonged to the society and was also very feudal, and I couldn't justifiably give her her a noble status, so that all people with lofty ideals in the world would know about it.

But fortunately, she is more gentle and considerate and virtuous, and she is also very knowledgeable, knowing that I am a person who has the heart to oppose feudalism and has no power to return to the sky, so she understands me very well and tells me, I understand. These two words alone are worth a thousand words. Because of this, the spark of our beautiful first love for each other had to burn in a corner where no one cared about it.

Please do not think that it is only the spark of first love that burns, and here I need to say that it produces a divine and great power, that is, the power of love. So under the impetus of that wonderful magical power, my grades improved at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and I finally became the best in my grade. And mine has always been top-notch. This made me feel that our union was providential, and it was a pair made in heaven for talented women.

It was probably my kind of backward and positive and optimistic thinking that made me boldly hold Ziqiu's delicate little hand in the warm sun of the blue sky and white day, and walk casually in the campus playground as a matter of course.

Moreover, the point is that when I realized this, I was surprised to find that there were still a large number of couples around me who were free to combine, and they had no scruples about the eyes of the worldly melon-eating masses, and they had already held the hands of their sons and romantically circled the big garden for an unknown number of times.

What more can I say? What a painful realization!