On June 22, the sun finally reached the Tropic of Cancer, and the scorching heat began to pass through Sichuan. The fan in the first seven classrooms of high school has been spinning at high speed almost all day, but despite this, the high temperature of more than 37 degrees still oppresses Shihe's students, and outside the back school gate, there are more and more small vendors selling ice powder and cold cakes, but their business is getting better and better.

"As long as the mind does not slip, there are always more ways than difficulties." In June, Zhou Sang's sentence became an inspirational phrase for Gao Yiqi, but it was never applied to studying, only for how to deal with the hot weather in June, the scorching sun in the first summer of high school.

In the recess of June, the enthusiasm of asking questions in the first year of high school is like the scorching sun in June - the enthusiasm is like fire, and there are almost one or two students standing in front of the desks of the teachers of each subject with books or workbooks.

The teachers knew that this was just a trick for the students to escape the heat, and that the only thing they coveted was the air conditioner in the office, which was like a false boom before the economic crisis, all of which were bubbles. However, in the class meeting on Sunday, Mr. Mu's occasional words implied that the teacher was not angry with your behavior, but that you should ask questions in a long way, and don't rush to the top all at once. Liang Chen summed up Teacher Mu's words, even if this is not your first purpose, but the teachers are also very pleased.

One afternoon, there was a torrential rain in a hurry, from the wind and clouds to the clouds and rain, the classroom bell just clicked a space, and then the sun that had rested for half an hour came out again, but the sun was not as sunny as at noon, and the smell of raindrops still lingered in the air, and several fans in the classroom were turned to a slow rotation, sweeping away the unfinished heat, and the residual temperature of more than 20 degrees even made Liang Chen feel a little cool.

After the politics class, Xue Ji lay on the desk, and Liang Chen was in the seat, repeating the second section of the eye exercise and pressing the eye acupoints. In a haze, a shaking hand appeared in Liang Chen's slightly closed eyes.

"Is it so positive?" Looking at the math paper in Zhou Yin's hand, Liang Chen mistakenly thought that she had come to ask the problem.

"Team leader, I seem to have discovered a shocking secret." Zhou Yin said a little excitedly, "Are you interested in listening to it?" ”

"Nope." Liang Chen waved his hand, indicating that he was not interested, "The spread of rumors must be eliminated from the root." ”

"It's really not a rumor this time, I deduced it from Sherlock Holmes Zhou." Zhou Yin patted her chest, the corners of her mouth rose, and some elementary school students were proud of having scored a hundred points in the exam.

Liang Chen rubbed his eyes a little worriedly, and said, "Why don't you say that your ancestor told you in a dream!" ”

"Team leader, you wait for me to tell me!" Zhou Yin continued: "Just five minutes ago, I took the math paper of last week's exam and was about to go to the question, but it happened that Mr. Liu was not there, so I found Mr. Chen, who taught mathematics in the next class, and Mr. Chen in the next class also served as the school management file'It's okay, he'll just come back and get it then', and he left, and I kept my head down and did it, he probably didn't see me. ”

"So," Liang Chen asked.

Zhou Yin looked around vigilantly like a spy, and whispered, "You say, will Teacher Chen be transferred!" ”

"It's almost the end of the term, so don't spread this kind of rumor that disturbs the morale of the military." Liang Chen said solemnly.

"It's not a rumor, it's something I've heard and seen with my own ears." Zhou Yin looked a little anxious.

"No matter what, you don't want to leak the news." This time, Liang Chen was like a secret spy leader, telling the little minion Zhou Yin.

Liang Chen has always been skeptical of Zhou Yin's words, but for the news that Teacher Chen is leaving, a seed was planted in his heart, in the recent history class, Teacher Chen always said some lines of Teacher Mu, instilling a lot of chicken soup for the soul to them, how to be in the future, he said more and more in the end of the side branches outside history, like an old man who explains the future.

In the history class the next day, Liang Chen began to observe Mr. Chen's every move intentionally or unintentionally, and he seemed to cooperate with the budding seed in Liang Chen's heart, watering and fertilizing it, talking about the development trend of the whole world from the WTO, and then inexplicably talking about Liang Chen's future.

"Everything in life is humble, trivial, meaningless, but it cannot be ignored, whether you think it is useful to study history well, you must learn it well at this stage." The bell of the end of class cooperated with Mr. Chen to say the last golden and jade words.

The seeds in Liang Chen's heart have grown seedlings, and Mr. Chen's drastic change is either the life and death before the idol drama routine, or he really leaves, Liang Chen is willing to accept the latter.

Three days later, the news that Mr. Chen was leaving was Sima Zhao's heart—everyone knew it. Before the history class, Tang Rui confirmed the news with Teacher Mu. Liang Chen stared at Zhou Yin, who was sitting in the back row of Xue Jiao, and asked, "Did you pass it out?" ”

"It's really not me this time, I only told you." Zhou Yin was a little aggrieved.

"You two already knew?" Xue Ji asked.

"That's what I discovered." Zhou Yin was very proud and said with a smile.

"Tell me about the process."

When Zhou Yin was talking, Liang Chen was thinking about who leaked the news, Zhou Yin couldn't be, her current state was that the bird that had been in the cage for a long time had just been released, and she was extremely excited. As for himself, it is even more impossible, in the past three days, Liang Chen has not even mentioned the name Teacher Chen.

Could it be that he was talking in his sleep at night and was heard by someone? Liang Chen teased himself in his heart.

During class, Zuo Yun, a member of the music committee, played a song "The Days of Beijing East Road" with the news that Teacher Chen was about to leave, a parting overture, which seemed to be a tribute to Teacher Chen.

"At the beginning of the beginning, we were all children

The last last desire to turn into an angel

The ballad of the ballad hides the shadow of a fairy tale

Where should your child fly?

At the beginning of the beginning, we were all children

The last last desire to turn into an angel

The ballad of the ballad hides the shadow of a fairy tale

Where should your child fly?

When you hear it someday

Someone is speaking those strange languages

When one day you see

The book full of streets is still learning first

When it is sung again one day

Where will this song be

When one day is stepping in

What kind of fallen leaves will this campus be

Fall into the passing years of memory

Indicates the distance from the first floor to the fourth floor

It turned out to be only three years

Indicates the doorman uncle cafeteria aunt

Very husband and wife face

I can't understand all kinds of monsoon currents

There are also new horizons

Various once-cult poster photos

Sell for a few dollars and a few cents

We put on suits and pretend to grow

The smiling face of the film squandering habit

The first experience of sadness, loneliness, sighing, and pain

The words graduation and adulthood are particularly gripping

All kinds of inexplicable feelings, just say a little hee-hee

If you hear it in ten years' time

Someone is speaking these strange languages

If you see it in ten years

The book full of streets is still learning first

Indicates the distance from the first floor to the fourth floor

It turned out to be only three years

Indicates the doorman uncle cafeteria aunt

Very husband and wife face

I can't understand all kinds of monsoon currents

There are also new horizons

Various once-cult poster photos

Sell for a few dollars and a few cents

We are about to go alone in different locations in China and abroad

When I catch a glimpse of the white uniform, I think it's someone I know

Gu Ping, Brother Fan, Master Turtle Abbot, I love you

Maybe everyone forgets whose name, but remembers

The days of Beijing East Road

At the beginning of the beginning, we were all children

The last last desire to turn into an angel

The ballad of the ballad hides the shadow of a fairy tale

Where are the children going to fly to?"

This is the prelude to Shihe's parting.