Before the start of school, Huizi took Jin Ling to the Yangtze River Department Store to buy a schoolbag.

Jinling's schoolbag has to be updated every year, from the cheapest more than 50 yuan a piece, to the most expensive more than 100 yuan a piece, I have bought it. Although more than 50 pieces are cheap, the service life is only half of the expensive schoolbag, and after use, either the strap is broken, or the zipper is broken, and once the bottom is completely off. Jin Ling was walking down the street with it on his back, and with a bang, all the books and documents seemed to be pouring down from the big dump of the garbage truck, and they were scattered on the ground. Suddenly, there was a small stall displaying books and stationery on the street, which embarrassed Jin Ling. It's not embarrassing at all, but the most hateful thing is that the newly issued books have been ruined by the roadside sludge, the lead in the mechanical pencil has been broken, and the fountain pen has broken the nib. Jin Ling carried a big hug of things in her broken schoolbag, and went home crying. Later, Hui Zi tried a method introduced in the newspaper, carefully wiped the books with a damp rag and put them in the refrigerator to dry, so as not to destroy the original state of the books. After that, Huizi didn't dare to buy any bargains for Jin Ling.

Hui Zi thought, when we used to go to school, the schoolbag seemed to be not bad from elementary school to middle school! After thinking about it again, it suddenly dawned on me: in the past, there were only two books for Chinese and mathematics, and the schoolbag could fly lightly on the back, where could it be broken.

The bag counter is a real "dazzling", counting, there are not 100 kinds, at least 50 kinds. Jin Ling took a fancy to a beautifully decorated pink school bag. The schoolbag is indeed exquisitely made, and it looks very strong and durable, which is a Sino-foreign joint venture product. Hui Zi asked the price, it was 140 yuan. Hui Zi gasped.

The middle-aged salesman on the counter was very kind, his eyes were smiling, and his mouth could speak, seeing Jin Ling's eyes staring at the schoolbag, he immediately took out one, and enthusiastically asked Jin Ling to try the feeling on his back. Once the golden bell is on his back, where is he willing to put it down? I was embarrassed to say yes, but my eyes were eagerly looking forward to it.

Hui Zi muttered in a low voice, "It's too expensive." ”

The salesman said, "You get what you pay for!" We bought hundreds of these bags, and they were sold out in a few days. Look at how strong and durable it is! What a spirit the child is carrying! Seeing that Huizi was still hesitant, she tactfully persuaded: "Our mall is celebrating the 40th anniversary of the establishment of the store in the past few days, and we are holding an essay contest for primary and secondary school students, and ask your children to write an essay to try." If you win the prize, won't you earn back the money in your school bag? ”

Hui Zi smiled: "How can it be so easy? ”

"Don't say it, good luck is coming, you can't stop it."

Huizi was embarrassed by her, but she still spent the 140 yuan.

The mother and daughter went downstairs and saw an "essay poster" posted on red gold paper in the lobby, which was about holding an essay contest for primary and secondary school students, and the content was limited to everything related to the Yangtze River Department Store. A lot of people were watching, speculating about what the prize was, whether it was something or money.

Jin Ling looked back at Hui Zi and said, "I can try." ”

Huizi replied: "Of course you can try, isn't it just to write an essay?" ”

Jin Ling went home and began to write, titled "Changbai Grows Up with Me". The article said that the things of "Changbai" are cheap and good, and all the durable goods and electrical appliances at home are purchased from "Changbai". Every year on her birthday, her mother will go to "Changbai" to choose a gift for her, from the piano bought on her 1st birthday to the beautiful table lamp she bought on her 11th birthday, so "Changbai" and her life are integrated together, and "Changbai" grows up with her. The article is very simple, but it is sincere and very moving. Huizi corrected a few typos for her, asked her to use paper to copy clearly, and helped her write an envelope, affix a stamp, and throw it into the mailbox downstairs.

After this incident passed, Hui Zi forgot about it, and Jin Ling herself never mentioned it again. But half a month later, Hui Zi opened the mailbox and slid out a letter printed with the words "Changjiang Department Store", which said that Jin Ling's essay won the award, and parents were invited to bring their household registration book next Sunday and attend the award ceremony with Jin Ling.

As the saying goes, "good things come in pairs", and there is some truth to it. Jin Ling's essay "My Dad" won awards in the district and city. The family was overjoyed. Hui Zi happily said to Jin Ling: "You accidentally became an award-winning professional. ”

Jin Ling proudly flaunted the newly learned idiom: "This is called 'Knife Test'!" ”

Jin Yiming just took off his headphones and came out of the study, listened to half a sentence in a daze, and interjected and asked, "What?" Break a butterfly on the wheel? ”

Jin Ling laughed and squirted out a sip of tea that had just been drunk in his mouth.

The award was received in the conference room upstairs of the Changjiang Department Store, probably because of the advertising incidentally, the venue was beautifully decorated, there was food and drink, and a reporter from the TV station was invited. In fact, there are not many children who have won awards, 1 first prize, 2 second prizes, 3 third prizes, and the rest are some encouragement awards.

On the stage were prizes decorated with red ribbons: 1 386 computer, 2 "Casio" electronic organs, and 3 "Xiaobawang" computer game consoles.

Jin Ling sat at the venue, staring at the prizes on the stage, and asked Huizi a little nervously: "What kind of prize do you think I can win?" ”

Hui Zi said, "How do I know? It doesn't matter what kind of award you win, my mother is happy. ”

"I want to get that computer." Jin Ling took her mother's hand, "Dad has wanted to buy a computer for a long time." She paused for a while and said, "The game console is also good, many of our classmates have game consoles at home." ”

Jin Ling never said that she hoped to win the second prize: the very good "Casio" electronic keyboard.

But when the list of winners was announced later, Jin Ling was the second prize.

Jin Ling pursed her lips, tried her best to hide her smile, got up and went to the stage to take the electronic piano back. The electronic piano was too big, Jin Ling was quite hard to hold on to his chest, he couldn't see the front when he walked, and he almost tripped when he got off the stage, which caused a burst of laughter on and off the stage. A TV reporter quickly helped her take the piano and sent it to Huizi, and then politely asked, "Child, can I interview you?" ”

Jin Ling blushed, looked at Hui Zi out of the corner of her eyes and said, "You ask my mother." ”

The person next to him laughed again when he heard this.

Hui Zi pulled the golden bell and said, "People are interviewing you!" Be generous. ”

Jin Ling asked the reporter: "What do you want me to say?" ”

The reporter couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's not that I want to, it's you who want to say to everyone?" ”

Jin Ling put a finger in her mouth and gnawed on it, and said to the camera: "Thank you uncle and aunt in the department store for giving me this electronic keyboard." But what I wanted most was a computer. She pointed to the computer that was already being held in the arms of a middle school student and said, "I have to participate in the competition next time, so I must get the computer." ”

The reporter took the microphone and said: "Very good, you are very ambitious, I hope you can realize your wishes." ”

Jin Ling nodded and replied politely, "Thank you." ”

As soon as the iodine-tungsten lamp went out, Jin Ling almost escaped and returned to Hui Zi's side, and said repeatedly, "I'm scared to death." ”

Hui Zi smiled and hugged her shoulder: "It's not bad, I didn't show my timidity." ”

On the way home, Huizi helped Jin Ling get the electronic piano. Lu Yuan was not lightly burdened, Huizi changed hands frequently all the way, only to feel a sore shoulder and back pain, and regretted not letting Jin Yiming accompany her daughter. She said to Jin Ling: "Fortunately, it is an electronic keyboard, if it is really a computer, the two of us would not be able to get it home." ”

Jin Ling didn't answer her words, and followed behind unhurriedly, and there was no surprise on her face.

Huizi looked back at her: "Are you really unhappy?" Because you didn't get the first prize? ”

Jin Ling suddenly asked: "Have you heard of the idiom of 'pulling seedlings to grow'?" ”

Hui Zi sneered: "How can this be reasonable! I graduated from the Chinese Department of a serious university. ”

After saying this, Huizi understood why Jin Ling asked this, and why she was not very happy: she was afraid that her mother would force her to learn the electronic piano again when she returned home!

When I was a child, I learned the piano and scared Jin Ling.

Jin Ling's piano was bought by Hui Zi on her first birthday. At that time, the price in the market was still very cheap, and the best "Zhujiang" brand piano was only more than 1,000 yuan. Hui Zi and Jin Yiming didn't spend anything when they got married, so the money was saved, sent to the Yangtze River Department Store on Jin Ling's first birthday, and dragged home this shiny gadget.

The piano came home and was idle for 4 years. In the past 4 years, the price of the piano has skyrocketed every year, and Hui Zi is very proud of her original eyesight and courage, if she waits until Jin Ling is 5 years old to buy it, I am afraid they can only sigh at the hope of the qin.

When she was 5 years old, she took her first class, and the teacher grabbed her little hand and looked at it carefully, and was sure that she was a pair of slender piano players. As a mother, she was overjoyed, and in a trance, she saw a girl in white sitting behind the piano 10 years later, her slender fingers flew like butterflies, and the sound of the piano was like spring water and waves. This kind of imagination is so encouraging, Hui Zi then told her daughter: Learning the piano well is your mother's greatest wish for you.

Everything went well in the first half of the year. Jin Ling is an active child, and it is really difficult for her to sit motionless on the piano bench all day. The desire to escape is always there, but under the pressure of Hui Zi, she does not dare to make a big resistance. Sometimes she can't learn, Hui Zi got angry and beat her and scolded her, although she couldn't bear it, but she was relieved to think that children who learn the piano must have this kind of tempering.

Half a year later, the course deepened, the small tadpoles full of paper were densely packed, Jin Ling was young, and her reading ability was poor, so she had to have Huizi to help. Huizi has never learned staves, and this time she is learning and selling with the teacher, and she feels a little "80-year-old learning to play drummers". It is more difficult for adults to learn new things than children, and Hui Zi stretched her neck every day to guess at the stave, and she couldn't help but feel irritable. As soon as he was irritable, he glared at Jin Ling, complaining that she was stupid, complaining that she didn't work, and that she didn't recognize the score and wanted to involve her mother to recognize it. Jin Ling was naturally very guilty when she was scolded by her mother, and she became more and more nervous when she sat on the piano stool. As soon as I was nervous, I frequently made mistakes, and the more wrong I was, the more I had to be scolded, a vicious circle, and the mother and daughter seemed to have fallen into a magic circle.

The weekly return to class is untouchable. Every time she returns to class, Hui Zi is more nervous than Jin Ling, for fear that she will not be able to play well or be disgusted by the teacher. Hui Zi is competitive and demands perfection in everything, but Jin Ling is rough by nature and has a big grin, either the wrong beat here or the wrong note there. Huizi sat next to the teacher and her palms were sweaty, and she couldn't wait to finish playing this song for her to feel comfortable. Every time they went home after class, the two of them were silent, Huizi sulked because of her daughter's unsatisfactory grades, and Jin Ling was scared when she saw Huizi's bad face.

Jin Ling has been learning the piano for 2 years. In the past 2 years, it is difficult to count how much fire and anger Hui Zi has generated. Jin Ling, the original lively nature has also become gloomy, and everyone says that he hates the piano the most. The mother-daughter personality is close to being twisted, and the relationship between the two is also strained.

Fortunately, Hui Zi was still wise, and after realizing that something was wrong, she categorically decided to stop Jin Ling from learning the piano. Mother and daughter breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Huizi sometimes thought about it and was still unwilling, and encouraged Jin Ling and said, "It's okay to play and play again!" I don't ask you to be rigorous and correct, just don't give back the little things you met in the past to the teacher. Jin Ling seemed to be afraid of the piano, as long as Huizi was not really angry, she resolutely did not touch the keys of the piano, and even walked far away.

Later, Jin Ling's grandfather was sick and hospitalized, and the family was anxious to use the money, so Jin Yiming simply persuaded Huizi to sell the piano. Although the selling price was several times the buying price, Hui Zi still felt a faint pain in her heart when she thought about it.

At this time, Huizi understood the reason for Jin Ling's sullenness, couldn't help but laugh dumbly, stopped and waited for Jin Ling to follow, and said: "You are really smart and confused for a while, think about it, you will be admitted to middle school in the summer, what is the top priority?" Do I still have the heart to let you learn the keyboard? ”

Jin Ling suddenly became happy, grinned, and took the initiative to help her mother hold the piano for a while, and said happily: "I was 'bitten by a snake once, and I was afraid of the well rope for ten years'!" ”

Hui Zi smiled in front of the people on the street.

When I arrived at school the next day, Jin Ling suddenly became a star. Many people saw yesterday's news, and a large number of people rushed up to ask Jin Ling all kinds of questions.

"Are you scared when the camera camera is on you?"

"What is the electronic organ?"

"Is the electronic organ really yours?"

"Jin Ling, you're so lucky!"

Ni Zhiwei learned the tone of Jin Ling's speech in a strange way: "But what I want most is that computer ......"

Yang Xiaoli helped Jin Ling speak: "Some people also want it, but it's a pity that they don't even have a game console." ”

Ni Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you talking about?" Who doesn't want it? ”

Yang Xiaoli said disdainfully: "If you like to talk about whomever you like, you can say whomever you want!" Don't always think that you have good grades, you are superior, and you are jealous when you see others winning awards......"

Ni Zhiwei blushed and muttered: "Fools hit stupid luck." ”

If it was in normal times, Jin Ling would have been working with Ni Zhiwei a long time ago, but she was in a good mood today, she didn't care what others said, and she still smiled, which made Ni Zhiwei feel very boring.

At the end of class, Jin Ling met Teacher Xing in the corridor. Teacher Xing stopped her and said, "I saw you winning the award on TV yesterday. ”

Jin Ling was a little embarrassed, lowered her head and rubbed her toes against the ground, and whispered, "It's nothing, it was encountered." ”

"You have to touch it with strength. You're good. Teacher Xing said, and then changed his head: "There is one thing, I want to recommend you after thinking about it." ”

Jin Ling heard her say very seriously, and couldn't help but get nervous.

"That's right, a TV station in the city came to recruit a children's program host and asked our school to recommend a few. The requirement is to write a good composition and speak Mandarin well. Yesterday I saw that you were quite relaxed in front of the camera, maybe people will really take a fancy to you when you go. Do you want to go? ”

Jin Ling hurriedly shook her head: "No, I don't dare." ”

"Do you not want to, or do you just not dare?"

Jin Ling said hesitantly, "I...... What the...... Won't you? ”

"Go ahead and try it, things never start. If you're scared alone, I'll find someone to accompany you. Liu Yaru! ”

Liu Yaru is another girl in the class who writes well. Hearing the teacher shouting, she hurried over. Teacher Xing told her about the TV station's recruitment. Liu Yaru's biggest advantage is obedience, no matter what the teacher says, she will obey absolutely unconditionally. She nodded her head repeatedly. Teacher Xing said, "Okay, then it's decided." Since the two of you are applying on behalf of the school, you must always fight for the first one no matter what, which is the face of our school. In the afternoon, you will stay after school, and I will ask the music teacher to give you some advice. ”

After Teacher Xing left, Jin Ling counted Liu Yaru: "Why don't you agree without thinking about it?" ”

Liu Yaru said blankly: "Didn't Teacher Xing let you go?" ”

Jin Ling felt a little unreasonable with her. Some good students are like this, except for studying, they don't know anything about everything, as if they don't have their own brains.

Anyway, Jin Ling was still a little happy in his heart. Jin Ling is usually not a showy person, but since good things have come to the door, fools will push them out. What a blind modest! If you can really be a little host, ha, at least my mother will have one more thing to show off!

After the self-study class in the afternoon, Ms. Wei really found the classroom, and it seemed that she was very interested in recommending students to apply for the host. She craned her neck outside the classroom door and shouted, "Who are Jin Ling and Liu Yaru?" ”

Jinling Liu Yaru agreed, hurriedly packed her schoolbag, and ran out of the classroom.

Teacher Wei looked at Jin Ling, then at Liu Yaru, and asked, "Is it the two of you?" ”

Apparently she was disappointed.

Liu Yaru didn't seem to react, Jin Ling was very sensitive, and immediately said: "The host and the actor are not the same thing." ”

Teacher Wei snorted and laughed: "You kid! Before I could open my mouth, you blocked me back first, this mouth is so powerful, I think you can be the host. ”

Jin Ling's face turned red and said, "I'm sorry......"

Teacher Wei took them to the school gymnastics room, saying that he wanted to teach them a few simple body movements. Mr. Wei used to be an actor in a song and dance troupe, he was very beautiful, tall and tall, his hair was combed in a round bun at the back of his head, his forehead was smooth, and there was always a smell of good smell that only a beautiful woman had. The girls at Xinhua Street Primary School have always admired her and privately regarded her as their idol. It's a pity that Ms. Wei has too many classes to teach alone, and she is in charge of all the classes from the fourth grade to the sixth grade. There are so many girls in the class, she can hardly name a single person.

Teacher Wei took off his shoes and stepped on the carpet of the gymnastics room, so that Jin Ling and Liu Yaru could learn to stand in a "T-shaped step". The body is turned sideways, the right foot is standing in front of the "1", the left foot is standing in the back of the "one", the chest is straight, the abdomen is tucked, the head is thrown to face the front, the face is slightly smiling, and the eyes are bright.

Jin Ling is usually a casual person, standing or not standing, sitting or sitting, where did he get such standardized training? Teacher Wei was so anxious that he shouted: "Lift your body up!" Get out the skeleton! Tummy tucked! Tummy tucked! ”

She walked over to pat Jin Ling's belly, only to find that the little girl was too fat, not because she didn't close her belly, but because she couldn't take her fat belly back.

"Ouch, since you want to be a host, shouldn't you lose weight?" Teacher Wei said with a smile and tears.

Jin Ling also felt a little inferior in her heart, and she refused to be convinced, and bluffed to defend herself: "Many adults like fat children!" ”

Liu Yaru is even worse, her body is thin and soft, like wilted bean sprouts, no matter what Teacher Wei says and fiddles with, she can't find a little feeling at all. And she is not as good as Jin Ling, she has no god in her eyes, she is empty, no matter how she looks at it, she looks like a puppet.

Teacher Wei was deflated and complained: "Those who can perform can't write essays, and those who can write essays can't perform, it's really a good thing that you can't get together." ”

Liu Yaru herself lost confidence, and quietly said to Jin Ling: "Otherwise, let's go and ask Teacher Xing to change people, right?" ”

At this point, Jin Ling refused to admit defeat, and cheered Liu Yaru up and said: "I told you that choosing a host is not an actor, as long as you can interview the existing lines on the spot." The two of us are good at writing, we have real kung fu, what are we afraid of? ”

Teacher Wei gave up on teaching them physical movements, and instead asked them to go home and prepare a material for recitation, whether it was poetry or prose. "In short, you have to be able to read feelings." She commanded.

Jin Ling was busy when she got home, running back and forth in the living room and room, and almost took out every book in the house and flipped through it. Jin Yiming and Hui Zi both ran around behind, constantly contributing their opinions, helping to find and search, and making them more serious than when they wrote their graduation thesis.

Jin Yiming said: "I think it's that good, that's ...... From time to time, the drama actors come to the stage to recite. ”

"What? You've got to talk about a topic, right? Hui Zi was anxious about him.

"It's the ...... That ......" Jin Yiming was also anxious, "If I can say the topic, do I need to ask you?" I didn't study Chinese. ”

"Then you can say one of them, and as long as there is one, I promise to know what it is." Hui Zi was very conceited when she said this.

Jin Yiming scratched his head and said, "It seems to be ...... What people died alive and alive. ”

Hui Zi shouted, "Ah! I know, it's Mr. Zang Kejia's "Some People". ”

Jin Yiming also said: "Yes, yes, yes, "Some people". ”

Hui Zi immediately recited Lang Lang:

"Some people live,

He's dead;

Some people died,

He's alive.

There are people

Ride on the heads of the people: 'Oh, how great I am!' ’

……”

Jin Ling unceremoniously interrupted Hui Zi's recitation: "This is not something that elementary school students read. ”

Jin Yiming licked the corners of his mouth regretfully: "Ah, Jin Ling, you can't do it, you can't do it, it's not as good as your mother." You don't even read such great poems. ”

Hui Zi found another book of poems and held it in her hand happily: "Listen, listen! A collection of prose poems by Chilean poetess Mistral – she's my favorite poet! Jin Yiming smacked his lips and said in a long voice: "Oh-women's poems? ”

Hui Zi couldn't wait to turn to a page and read aloud affectionately:

"My soul was once a tree full of fruit. At that time, people felt abundant when they saw the red fruits; I was fascinated by the thousands of birds singing on my branches.

Later it became a shrub with sparse and curved branches, but still secreting fragrant sap.

Now it's just a small flower, a small four-petaled flower. One petal is called beauty, and the other is called love......"

As soon as she read the word "love", Jin Ling hurriedly raised her arm to cover her ears, her nose wrinkled, and she made an unbearable look: "Mom, the color is dead, the color is dead!" ”

Hui Zi asked strangely, "What 'color is dead'?" ”

"It's 'yellow'!"

Hui Zi knew that the emotional recitation she had just now was completely playing the piano to the cow. She indignantly asked, "How can a well-known and beautiful love poem be confused with pornography?" You simply don't know how to appreciate. ”

Jin Ling said confidently: "In our class, anyone who mentions the word 'love' is a pervert!" ”

Jin Yiming was already smiling next to him.

Jin Ling simply refused the help of her parents, and went to her small bookshelf to find a fable from Aesop's Fables: "The Mosquito and the Lion".

The mosquito flew up to the lion and said to him: "I am not afraid of you, you are not stronger than me." If that's not the case, what power do you have? Is it scratching with claws, biting with teeth? Women do the same when they fight with men. I'm much stronger than you. If you want, let's take it over! "Mosquitoes rushed at the lion with their horns blowing and biting the hairless areas around the lion's face and nose. The lion was so angry that he scratched his face with his claws. The mosquito defeated the lion, blew the trumpet, sang a song of triumph and flew away, but it was stuck with a spider's web. When the mosquito was about to be eaten, he sighed that he had fought with the most powerful animals, but was destroyed by this little spider.

After Jin Ling read it aloud in a colorful voice, Jin Yiming and Hui Zi looked at each other. Jin Yiming said: "What's so good about this? There was no passion at all. Hui Zi also said, "Isn't it just a dry fable?" ”

Jin Ling looked at them with a compassionate gaze: "Your generation doesn't understand humor at all. ”

Jin Yiming and Huizi looked at each other again. Hui Zi said, "I really don't understand. I think life should be serious, and the beautiful and the ugly should be completely separated. ”

Jin Ling shook her head and said, "Forget it, I don't like to discuss serious issues the most, and homework is enough to annoy me." ”

When they arrived at school the next day, Jin Ling and Liu Yaru looked for Teacher Wei everywhere, but they couldn't find it, it turned out that Teacher Wei had a cold and fever and asked for leave to go home to see a doctor. Jin Ling breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was better, lest Teacher Wei always have to say this and that to them with the standards of actors.

On Sunday, Jin Ling asked Huizi for money to take the bus, and Liu Yaru and Liu Yaru asked all the way to find the TV station. When I entered a designated studio, I found that all the girls came, and many schools had teachers leading the team, which seemed to be very important. Someone on stage had already started to perform, a skinny girl with only two big eyes on her small face. She wore a snow-white tutu and danced "Little Swan Dance" to the music on the tape. She dances very hard and is completely at the level of a professional young actor.

Liu Yaru pulled Jin Ling's clothes: "We must have made a mistake, this is not the host." ”

A teacher at a nearby school said, "Yes, this is it." Which school do you have? ”

Jin Ling replied: "Xinhua Street Primary School." ”

The teacher asked, "Xinhua Street Primary School sent you two?" ”

The implication is that Xinhua Street Primary School is too inappropriate.

Jin Ling was very angry in her heart, and deliberately asked loudly: "Do you want to take the test for an on-site interview?" ”

The teacher said, "I don't know. I'm probably going to take the test. ”

Jin Ling thought to herself, how about dancing well? When the time comes, I will stammer, I will be speechless, and I will see if people want me or her!

The big-eyed girl jumped down, and then went up to a schoolboy. She looks very foreign, wears a popular girl's outfit, her eyebrows and eyes are painted, and her lips are painted silver red, not like a 10-year-old elementary school student, but like those models used for advertising in pictorial magazines. As soon as she went up, she performed her best show: singing. The posture and singing voice imitate the singer Yang Yuying, making a sweet and honeyy look.

Jin Ling said to Liu Yaru: "You wait here, I'm going to go to the toilet." ”

Without waiting for Liu Yaru to answer, she quickly slipped out of the studio.

She asked a floor sweeper where the toilet was, and the man said, "Go ahead, turn right." ”

Walking all the way, both sides are small single rooms separated by transparent materials, the light is dim and dim, and each small single room has a TV screen with color pictures flickering, some show news, some put weather forecasts, and some play TV dramas, cross talk, MTV or something. There was a rather scary ghost movie on one screen, and when Jin Ling walked there, a gray ghost hand happened to stick out of the picture. Suddenly, the ghost hand was released into a close-up, accompanied by a creepy scream, as if it was about to reach out of the glass door and grab the golden bell. Jin Ling was so frightened that his face was pale, his heart was beating like a drum, and he ran away. When she fled to the toilet, suddenly the door inside slammed again, startling her so hard that she almost didn't scream.

It turned out that there was someone else in the toilet. Jin Ling heard one man say to another, "What are you going to do with these children!" Aren't they all set on Director Chen's daughter? Another person said, "It's funny that I wanted to find a boy to be a partner, but it turned out that all of them were girls." ”

Jin Ling stood outside the door, watching the two good-looking aunts come out of the toilet and go out along the corridor. For a moment she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Later, she simply didn't want to urinate, ran back to the studio, and took Liu Yaru's hand.

"Let's go, let's go back, it's boring."

Liu Yaru shook her hand vigorously: "It's not our turn to go to school yet." ”

Jin Ling said: "Adults sometimes lie to us children. ”

Liu Yaru didn't understand what she meant, and she was afraid that she would be blamed by Teacher Xing if she slipped away halfway, and she refused to listen to Jin Ling.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a big belly came over, and as soon as he came, he opened his hands in surprise: "Why are they all girls?" Then he patted Jin Ling's head and asked, "Which school?" ”

Jin Ling dodged his head and did not speak. Liu Yaru answered for her: "Xinhua Street Primary School." ”

The man smiled: "Ah, go back and tell your teacher to change a few boys." He raised his hand again and patted everyone present: "Okay! The girls are all back! Please change boys to each school in the afternoon! ”

Liu Yaru asked Jin Ling quietly: "What's going on?" ”

Jin Ling said: "Let's go, who is rare to be what host?" I'm afraid of missing the exam! ”

Later, whether at home or at school, Jin Ling kept silent and resolutely did not talk about it, feeling very bored and boring. Ni Zhiwei laughed at her and said, "Lost, right? People don't want you, do they? Jin Ling raised his head and looked at him coldly from the corner of his eye, with a look of "no comment". Ni Zhiwei didn't dare to say any more.