Time is long, spring goes to summer, and the fan on the roof of the classroom also "squeaks, squeaks" all day long. One day, when I could only hear the chirping of the trees outside the house, some of the students of Class 8 (1) were lying on their desks and drowsy, some were sweating and struggling with math problems, and some were resting their heads on their arms and talking face-to-face with their tablemates, which was peaceful and calm.

In fact, for Wener, such a scene is the most common and real memory in his youthful life. Of course, there are occasional waves, surprises, and sorrows, but all of us have to keep moving forward, keep going.

Suddenly, several voices came from the corridor outside the classroom, getting closer and closer, and the sound of footsteps "clicking" slowly stopped at the front door.

"Teacher, you can continue this."

"No, no, we have it at home. Besides, if we want to eat, we will buy it ourselves. ”

It was the voice of the old man, and Wen Er quickly recognized it. This week, she happened to change to a seat in the window on the side of the hallway. At this time, as long as she tilted her head slightly, she could clearly see everything that was happening without being noticed by outsiders.

"Teacher, it's really nothing, don't dislike it."

The person who was talking to Lao Zhangtou was a middle-aged man in simple clothes, he spoke in a dialect, dragged two bags of something in his hand, and was politely going back and forth with Lao Zhangtou opposite, pushing and shoving.

"Leave it to the child, and let him take it to his bedroom and get a share." Lao Zhangtou offered a tactful refusal.

"Hey, teacher, you're right! If you feel that you can't finish it, you can take it to the class and give it to your classmates. As for the boy in our family, I have put several of them in his dormitory, enough for them to eat. ”

The middle-aged man's words were very earnest, and the bulging sacks on the ground were also moved around by him, making him even more cramped.

Wen Er couldn't help but remember that when he was in elementary school, Wen's father also gave his homeroom teacher several big crabs, and the time was always chosen when the school first started. Although she was very young at the time, she remembered the embarrassment and helplessness when she stood beside her father and watched the scene of "gift-giving" unfolding in front of her.

In fact, she really wanted to tell Father Wen at that time and the father at this time that since the teacher had shirked it on his face, then forget it, and stop holding a heart that must be accepted.

As for why? Because she was distressed. Wen Er didn't know how other people his age would feel when they saw a similar scene. But in her young heart, she would feel that this was a slightly "humiliating" thing. Although the parents' intentions are good, so that the child can receive special attention from the teacher, does this also prove that the child is not good?

Wen Er has always felt that no matter how good or bad he is, he cannot be reversed and changed by a teacher or two sentences. Of course, if she wants to do well, she does not rely on others, everything depends on her own efforts. Therefore, she feels sorry for her parents who are dedicated to giving gifts, and she also feels sorry for the countless "herself" who need to be "taken care of".

Finally, Lao Zhangtou took the sack in the man's hand, and it could be seen that the father breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his face, and then showed a relaxed smile.

"Teacher, then you are busy, I won't bother you, this stinky boy will ask you to worry about it. If you don't behave, you will beat him, it doesn't matter, you will beat him when you should be beaten. My father made a request before leaving, and disappeared into the corridor one step at a time.

After a while, I saw Lao Zhangtou walk in through the back door and whispered to the two tall boys in the back row to go out with him. It didn't take long for them to carry the two bags of hemp to the front of the classroom, and the noise woke some people up.

"What is this?" The awake man whispered.

Lao Zhangtou untied the rope from the sack, and the two boys took out one big watermelon after another from it. The mystery was revealed, and it turned out to be the "artifact of summer relief" in summer.

Lao Zhangtou said while cutting the watermelon with a fruit knife:

"Students, this is sent by Xu Jie's father, now cut it and share it for everyone to eat, let's thank Xu Jie together."

Everyone was shocked when they heard Lao Zhangtou's words, and they couldn't imagine that the arrogant and domineering gangsters on weekdays would have such a friendly moment, so they all looked at Xu Jie and said "thank you" in their mouths.

Perhaps not accustomed to such an atmosphere, Xu Jie showed a completely different look from the past, as if he was shy, but also seemed to be a little proud, and he was satisfied that his father had done such a thing silently. After all, at this moment, everyone responded with words of gratitude, which was too rare for him.

Lao Zhangtou shouted at the podium for the students to go up and get a slice of cut watermelon, Wen Er got up and was about to squeeze up to get a "piece of the soup", but saw that a piece of ruddy green-skinned watermelon had been placed on the table. Wen Er turned his head to look, and saw Sheng Ruochen just walking by, still holding a piece of melon in his hand.

"Err, I've got it! I took you a piece too, so that you don't have to squeeze it. Ye Zi rushed towards Wen'er with two large pieces of melon in his hand, and when he got closer, he looked at it and said suspiciously:

"When did you go get it? I didn't see that! ”

"No, I was about to get it, but I don't know who has already put it on my table." Although Wen Er had a guess in her heart, after all, out of sight was not believing, she still only told the only facts.

"Forget it, no matter who takes it, you can eat it, and you can eat this piece too." As he spoke, Ye Zi put one of the pieces in his hand on Wen'er's desk.

At this time, the bell for the end of the lunch break had not yet sounded, but the classroom of Class Eight (1) had become free and casual. While nibbling on watermelons, everyone fanned the wind vigorously with their A4-sized homework books, and gathered in groups to chat happily, and Lao Zhangtou rarely stopped this relaxed behavior.

Wen Er and Ye Zi leaned against the desk and whispered, laughing "giggles" from time to time, and Ren squeaked out from the side.

"Er'er, how do you have two watermelons! What a blessing! ”

"Do you still want to eat? I'll leave this piece for you. As he spoke, Wen Er picked up the piece of melon that had been lying alone on the table for a long time and handed it to Ren Squeak.

"Wow! Err, you are so good! You're a fairy-like figure. Ren squeaked and said extremely flattering words, but his hand took it unceremoniously, without any trace of embarrassment.

"Ren squeak, you're so disgusting!" Ye Zi really couldn't stand the boy's "contrived" appearance, so he couldn't help but make a shivering exaggerated action on a hot day, and quickly shrank up and rubbed his arms vigorously.

"You're a 'flower messenger', don't you feel bad all over my body if you don't scold me for a day!" Every time he touched the leaves, Ren Squeak really completely left behind his "warm man" and "good old man" and a bunch of human baggage, and fought back directly, quite a big fight.

"I warn you, Ren Squeak, if you call me the 'Flower Protector' again, I'll go tell Lao Zhangtou immediately!"

Ye Zi is extremely dissatisfied with this masculine nickname, especially this identity is a cannon fodder used as a spare tire by the heroine in romance novels, which is very pitiful. But in Ren Squeak's words, this nickname is full of literary atmosphere, the ancients said: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers", this is not a proper point to the "leaves"!

"Okay, it's better for the two of you not to take care of each other in the future, otherwise, you will always quarrel."

Wen Er sometimes finds that boys in junior high school always use various ways to attract the attention of girls, whether they themselves clearly recognize this interesting trait or not, but they always seem to be slightly childish and playful in behavior.