Lin Mengxue hesitated for a moment, and replied helplessly: "It's just that a friend came to play with me, and I'm very happy." ”

Laughing, Lin Mengxue was embarrassed and at a loss for what to do in everyone's burning eyes.

The stunning face that looked out of the window just now, the moment she turned her head to look at herself, was shattered, and the gray-black spot under her right eye stinged her eyes, Meng Yuan was startled in her heart, and then calmed down.

He smiled at Lin Mengxue, revealing his cute dimples, and said, "That's probably what it means, you sit down." ”

Lin Mengxue seemed to have escaped, sat down slowly, and blew a breath.

I looked at my good friend next to me and was relieved!

In the third year of junior high school, I had to study at night every night.

The school did not provide housing for the students, so they rented rented houses outside.

Ding will live in her relative's house, Lin Mengxue shares with a classmate nicknamed Little Fairy, and two other classmates live in another room.

Luo Yu is in class 3 and has already started to fall in love, and she always hears her say that others write love letters to her, I don't know why, Lin Mengxue is a little envious.

But she looked at herself in the mirror and knew that no one would like her!

A few more days passed.

In the Chinese class, Ms. Meng talked about the writing method of composition: "Some put forward the main idea of the article at the beginning, and some put forward the main idea of the article at the end......"

Finally, he asked the students to write an essay about autumn.

When it comes to composition, Lin Mengxue starts to have a headache, because her composition has never scored high!

At ten o'clock in the evening, the sunset reflected the red sky, and the red sunset afterglow was reflected on the beautiful side face, and the skin could be broken by blowing, like a freshly shelled egg, floating a little red, so beautiful that it was like a woman who came out of a painting.

Sometimes she bit the tip of the pen, sometimes turned the pen in her hand, as if she was meditating.

She thought about it for a long time and wrote an article "Autumn":

After the silence of winter, the beauty of spring, and the passion of summer, we have come to autumn. The breeze gently blew off the yellow leaves, but the leaves were reluctant to leave, hovering in the wind, as if to say, "Mom, I don't want to leave." "Autumn seems to be defined as parting, but it seems to me that autumn is the season of harvest......

After handing in her essay, she returned to her seat and continued with the rest of the course.

In the dim light, Meng Yuan looked at the students' compositions, sometimes chuckling at the corners of his mouth, sometimes frowning, and sometimes annoyed.......

Finally, I saw an article "Autumn", the handwriting was quite neat, and when I looked at the name, it turned out to be written by Lin Mengxue, and I couldn't help but think of this girl.

She seemed to be very special, unlike other girls, and there seemed to be endless sadness in her eyes.

What kind of story is there under those big eyes and clear eyes?

Meng Yuan suddenly remembered that those rumors, could it be true that they were all true, he was really a poor person, so many unfortunate things happened in his family.

Is that why she grieves?

As her teacher, she should be more encouraged, encouraged, maybe she will be cheerful.

The next day, in Chinese class, Meng Yuan walked in with the composition he had seriously corrected last night, always with a smile on his face.

said in a calm tone: "I'll comment on the composition last time, the composition written by Zhang Wenyou is very good, I will read it to you, everyone will experience it, the author's state of mind is ......"

The classmates in the class have been getting along for two years, and everyone is very familiar with each other, but they have never found anyone with such literary talent.

I have to admit that this Meng Yuan is really a good teacher, so everyone's Chinese performance has been greatly improved.

Maybe it's because Meng Yuan's voice is very good, and this not very good composition is very beautiful when read from his mouth.

Lin Mengxue gently tapped her head, and scolded herself in her heart: "You are jealous, others have written better than you!" ”

Lin Mengxue's small action fell into Meng Yuan's eyes, smiled slightly, and continued: "What can you see from this composition? ”

Zhang Wenyou lowered his head, blushed embarrassedly, and did not speak.

I only heard Tan Tao's voice say loudly: "The technique used by the author is to start with the topic, and there is a beginning and end echoing ......."

Meng Yuan said: "Classmate Tan is right! ”

Everyone cast admiring glances at these two people.