Jiang Shili leaned against the iron door, holding an umbrella in one hand and smoking a cigarette in the other.

Her mother was holding her brother in her hand and standing next to her with an umbrella.

She brushed her tears and burst into tears, and stepped forward and choked up,

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry......"

"Say I'm sorry, it's your dad's fault, you're fine."

Wang Yan took her hand and rubbed it, noticed that there were still people, and asked Jiang Lige, "This is ......?"

"Oh, he's my classmate, or is he at the same table as me, he's fine, seeing that I didn't bring an umbrella, he picked me up for a while."

Wang Yan smiled, seeing that there was a wet piece on his shoulder, and Jiang Lige's whole body was dry, he couldn't help but be grateful, "Thank you, young man, this person looks energetic and has a good heart." ”

"It's fine."

Song Wanqiao replied casually, and a faint crimson appeared on her face.

Feeling that something was missing, Wang Yan asked Jiang Lige, "Where are your things?" ”

"It's in the hotel, isn't there a monthly holiday tomorrow afternoon? I'll go get it back when the time comes. ”

Da Xiong colluded with Jiang Lige at noon, and at this moment she replied calmly.

At the same time, she glanced at Song Wanqiao and signaled him not to talk too much, but Song Wanqiao didn't think about piercing her, so she was naturally silent.

When he arrived at the small supermarket, Jiang Lige waved goodbye to Song Wanqiao, and the words that had been missing for a few days sounded again, "Song Wanqiao, goodbye." ”

Song Wanqiao nodded and went upstairs.

Seeing that her classmate was gone, Jiang Shili grabbed Jiang Lige's ear and reprimanded her.

"No matter how comfortable the bed is outside, is it comfortable to have a dog kennel at home?"

"Nope."

"Next time, run around and see if I don't break your dog's legs!"

"Okay."

Jiang Lige solemnly promised.

……

On the way home, she summed up three truths:

Because my parents are around, I don't have to worry about the weather every day.

Because parents are around, young minds will always rely on them.

Because your parents are around, there is always an open heart for you in the world.

Linchuan Middle School has a monthly vacation at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, that is, after the class meeting, and it is not selected in the evening, in order to facilitate those boarding students who are far away from the school.

The countdown to the holiday was over, and the atmosphere in the class was particularly restless, and everyone's hearts seemed to be thrown out of the clouds.

The head teacher was babbling on the podium about obscure English grammar.

Jiang Lige decided to change his mind and study hard, although science is hopeless, but liberal arts can still be saved, and the main course cannot be relaxed.

Yes, she lowered her head and took notes carefully.

"Okay, let's go down in groups of four people in front of and back rows, and discuss in groups, how can I make a sentence with the sentence pattern 'I would like to...'?"

After the class teacher finished speaking, the whole class excitedly began to look for the target partner.

Jiang Lige also turned his body and lay on the big bear table with a pen and notebook.

Song Wanqiao still sat there with her head down.

Everyone is used to it.

Sugar cube sandwiched the novel in an English book, giggled with laughter, and in two seconds it seemed to enter a world of pathos.

She glanced around, seeing that the head teacher was wandering behind, and before she came to their side, she dared to call Jiang Lige diagonally opposite.

"Jiang Jiang, this "Furong City" is good-looking, touching, the author's writing is also good, I'll read you two sentences, this is a paragraph where the male protagonist died."

She cleared her throat and recited with emotion.

He didn't choose to kill himself with a knife, he didn't choose to commit suicide by taking poison, he didn't choose to pierce his heart with thousands of arrows, he only chose an abyss in front of him, and jumped into it in exchange for the wind to redeem and forgive the mountain fog.

Yes, he is a sinner, because, as early as eight years ago, he lost himself, he is worthy of heaven, worthy of earth, worthy of all people in this world, but the only one who is sorry is himself.

Choosing such a way to die is the last insistence in his heart, and he Chu Moheng, all his life, will only apologize for himself.

But...... He hadn't seen his family's gossipy marriage, he hadn't seen him put on his scarlet wedding dress, he hadn't sat there, and he smiled and took the wedding wine he had brought him......"

Before she could finish it, she felt a pair of eyes staring at her silently.

Song Wanqiao didn't know when she turned around, and her arm was still on her desk.

Oh my! What happened?

Not only her, but Jiang Lige and Da Xiong were also full of surprise.

Fang Tang stuffed the novel into the table indiscriminately, feeling that her face was inexplicably hot, she picked up the homework book and kept fanning it, but why was it still so hot?

"Big Bear, get up, let's change positions."

She couldn't stand it anymore and stretched out her toes and kicked Big Bear's stool.

"What for?"

"Let you change it, why so much nonsense?"

"Women are trouble, especially you, all day long!"

Big Bear muttered a few words, reluctantly switching places with Sugar Fang.

"Jiang Jiang, I love this male protagonist so much, I decided, from today on, no, from now on, he will be my idol."

"Eldest sister, you have to like it, at least like a living person, this person doesn't exist at all, are you sure you want to promote him to your idol?"

"You know what, what I like is a spirit, spirit, OK?"

Jiang Lige glanced at her and said leisurely,

"Then why don't you chase Uncle **?"

Sugar:......

Song Wanqiao and Da Xiong looked at each other, and they were not interested in the topic of girls, so they could only stare dryly.

"Ginger ginger! Ginger ginger! Look, it's snowing! ”

Sugar cube shouted excitedly.

When Jiang Lige heard this, he looked out the window, and the goose-feather-like snow fluttered and fell, like cotton wool, like reed flowers, like dandelion seeds.

It was the first snow of the year, and everyone couldn't help but look out the window with their brushes, repeating in their mouths, "It's snowing, it's snowing......"

For a moment, the classroom turned into a boiling ocean, and some restless people stood up and wanted to fly out of the door immediately.

"Sit down for me, I haven't seen snow drop for thousands of years. One by one, what are you so agitated? It's not that I said you, you are going to take the monthly exam after the holiday, calm down, don't be like a rabbit having fun when there is a wind and grass! ”

The homeroom teacher took out the special meter ruler that the math teacher had placed on the podium, knocked on the podium, and pulled the class back to their thoughts with a deafening roar.

Under his obscenity, the people below sat honestly and did not dare to look around.

The blazing eyes scanned the circle, and finally locked onto the target.

"Jiang Lige, have you discussed it in your group?"

Jiang Lige was helpless, why is it her again, is the head teacher blind? Aren't there four people in their group?

Before she could say anything, the head teacher called her up directly.

"It seems that the discussion is complete, and you get up and answer, 'I would like to...' How do you make a sentence?"

Jiang Lige stammered, "To is followed by the verb archetype, such as ...... For example, l would like to......"

🔥 What? They didn't discuss anything just now!

Jiang Lige's mind was blank, and he couldn't think of anything for a while.

Song Wanqiao's pen tip brushed a few times, and a few English words immediately jumped on the paper.

Jiang Lige quickly glanced down and immediately spoke,

“l would like to have a snowball fight.”