Junior high school, what is it like?

Yang Moumou looked forward to it every day and night, and finally looked forward to the day when the school officially started.

Dad walked hard in front of him with a huge wooden box, Mom had several big and bulging bags on her shoulders, and Yang Moumou followed behind her parents, carrying a new pink schoolbag. The bag was very light, and only a little stationery was placed.

Yang Moumou looked at his parents' bulky and slow appearance, and couldn't help but say again, "Get me some!" ”

Dad changed to a suitcase, "Yang'er, the box is heavy, you can't lift it." ”

Yang Moumou reached for his mother's bag.

Mom clutched it tightly and laughed, "You're so short, you carry too much heavy things, and you'll get even shorter." Moreover, your head is so big, it will appear even shorter. She gasped a little as she spoke.

"Humph! You think you're small-headed? You have a big head, big feet and big nostrils, that is, you have a small heart and eyes. Yang Moumou knew that his mother couldn't spare his hand to hit her, so he deliberately said things that stimulated his mother, and made a grimace in front.

Mom was so angry that her nostrils were bigger, and she was able to stuff two duck eggs.

Yang Moumou ran to the front of his parents and searched for the location of the dormitory.

A small number of people who come to this school are students from their own town, and most of the others are children from other towns who have worked hard to get in. Students from other towns will definitely have to live in school dormitories. Students in this town who are far away from their homes will also live on campus. The rest went to school and went home every day.

Yang Moumou found his dormitory.

The beds in the dormitory are divided into bunk beds, and the lower bunk of each bed is preempted by others.

Mom put down a few bags and counted them down again to Dad. How dangerous is the upper bunk, what should I do if I drop Yang Er?

Yang Moumou looked up, is this upper bunk for monkeys to sleep on?

If you climb up, you should always have something for your feet to step on or to grab your hands on, but there is none. A bed is a bed, the top bunk is on the bottom bunk, and that's it. Only four pieces of wood are disbursed, at the four corners of the bed.

Mom looked, put her foot on the edge of the bed in the lower bunk, and reached out and grabbed a piece of wood from the top bunk.

Yang Moumou was at the bottom, looking at his mother's huge ass, and thought to himself, Mom, why should women embarrass themselves? You can't climb up.

Unexpectedly, my mother kicked her legs violently with both hands, and magically jumped to the top bunk.

"Yang'er," her mother smiled at Yang Moumou on it, "it's actually not difficult." Mom will teach you later. ”

Mom began to make beds and hang mosquito nets for Yang, chattering constantly, eating and dressing every day, covering the quilt by herself at night, getting along with classmates and making more friends, don't be afraid to ask the teacher if you don't know how to study......

"Got it, got it!" Yang Moumou was impatient. Mom talks a lot! She turned to her father as if asking for help.

I didn't expect my father to help, "Yang'er, mom is for your good." You listen attentively and memorize well. ”

Ay. Yang's face collapsed instantly.

Finally, Mom made the bed and packed her things. She pulled at the log and climbed down the junction of the bunks.

"Mom and Dad, go back. I'm already a junior high school student. Yang Moumou pushed his parents out.

"Hey! You kid, I haven't taught you how to get out of bed yet! Mom put her foot on the ground.

"I already know!" Yang Moumou said.

In the dormitory, other students are watching!

"Get in and out of bed slowly. Don't move when you sleep, lest you fall off. Mom started chattering again.

Parents came out of the dormitory, looked at Yang Moumou and stopped talking. Mom twisted her head to the side, and Dad patted Yang Moumou's head with his big hand, "Yang'er, Mom and Dad are gone." ”

The two walked forward slowly, looking back at Yang from time to time.

Yang Moumou suddenly wanted to call his parents, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton. She watched her parents disappear from sight, turned into the dormitory, and climbed into bed.

The pillows smell of the sun. My mother was afraid that it would not be soft, so she put the pillow in the sun and exposed it several times. Dry a pillow softer than a marshmallow.

The bamboo mat is cold and smooth. In fact, when I first bought it, there were a lot of tiny burrs on it, and it was very fleshy. Dad rubbed an old towel repeatedly, and Yang Moumou and his sister sat on it, rubbing their buttocks, and had a lot of fun.

For the first time, she deeply missed her parents and sister. She fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of her parents, mother, and sister.

"It's time to eat, is there anyone along?"

Someone spoke loudly, waking up Yang Moumou. Outside, it was getting late. How long has she been asleep?

"I'm going!" "I'll go too!" The sound of bowls, chopsticks, spoons and forks colliding.

Yang buried his head in the pillow.

She's in a bad mood, she doesn't eat, she's going to starve.

Well, I've been starving for a long time. Get up and have something to eat. She climbed out of bed and walked to the cafeteria with the bowl.

The place where he was cooking was a small room, with walls on three sides and only one window at the front. An aunt in a white hat stood at the window, and in front of her were several pots of food.

Yang Moumou handed the bowl in, "I want to eat." ”

Auntie has a loud voice, "As long as rice?" ”

She spoke like a beggar. Yang Moumou also pulled his voice, "I don't want to eat!" I want to eat! And eat vegetables! ”

Maybe I heard her say that she wanted food, and the aunt's face softened a little. "What do you want? How many cents do you want? How many cents is the rice? ”

"Two cents of lotus root, one dime of rice." This is the first time Yang Moumou has eaten, and he is a little inexplicably excited.

The aunt snorted coldly, dragged Yang Moumou's bowl, scooped the spoon in the rice bowl and vegetable basin, and stuffed the bowl back into Yang Moumou's hand.

This, two cents and four pieces of lotus root, is still a very thin kind. The rice was also pitiful, sparsely scattered at the bottom of the bowl.

Four cents can buy a pound of lotus root, and five cents can weigh a pound of rice. She listened to her mother talk about prices every day, and she had some points for daily necessities.

But this, this is inevitably too little. I really can't even stuff my teeth.

Her hand froze in mid-air, and she looked at her aunt who was cooking.

"What's wrong? If you want to, just say it quickly, and if you don't, get out of the way. Don't delay the classmates in the back to eat. "Aunt Rice trembled too much when she spoke, and the white hat on her head was crooked.

"That's right! Haven't you ever eaten? ”

"Look at her poor sour look!"

"It looks like it's from a small town!"

The voice behind unscrupulously came into Yang's ears.

Yang retracted his hand and walked back with the bowl. Her eyes were sour and her throat was tight.

She walked briskly back to her dorm room and sat on the bench with her head buried in her meal. The rice is very dry, one by one, and it is difficult to swallow. The lotus root is very spicy, a little raw, and lacks salt, which is not as good as the dishes at home. It's only now that she realizes the taste of the food at home.

The main thing is that the meal is served with contempt.

For the humiliation she had just suffered, she really wanted to throw out all the food.

But on what basis? She bought it with money, a whole three cents! She took a few bites of her meal.

The school radio sounded, "Please come to your class at six o'clock on time to attend the class meeting." ”

Let's talk about what time it is! She didn't have a watch.

Yang Moumou put down the dishes and chopsticks, pulled his legs and ran to the classroom.

The classroom was very lively, and everyone's chatter was no less than the shouting of people in the marketplace. A few classmates sat around the table, waving their hands and feet, which was very kind of pointing. From time to time, the eyes of the other students glanced at the classmates at the table, with a little surprise, admiration and so on.

Yang Moumou took a quick look. The few remaining seats were right next to those people. She was in the doorway.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, "Quickly find a seat and sit down." The class meeting began immediately. ”

Yang Moumou turned around and saw a round face with a smile.

"Good teacher!" Yang Moumou hurriedly rushed into the classroom and found a seat nearby to sit down, right next to those classmates.

She heard someone gasp and a sneer. Don't question her hearing. She has a keen and precise sense of hearing, which she has cultivated through mediation with her parents again and again.

She heard it, but she didn't know why. Why pumping? On a hot day, it shouldn't be cold. Sneering, who are you laughing at?

The "round face" stepped up to the podium and said a few short words. He said that his surname was Wang, and he would be everyone's homeroom teacher in the future. I hope that you will study hard for three years in junior high school and strive to be admitted to your ideal high school.

Then Mr. Wang asked the students to come up to the stage to introduce themselves.

A couple of daring boys went up.

Then, there was no one left. Probably because I haven't introduced myself much.

Teacher Wang said, "The teacher hopes that there will be girls on stage. Who will be the one who eats the crab? ”

Crabs again. How do you eat crabs at every turn? Are crabs so easy to eat? Yang Moumou has grown so big, he has never eaten a crab!

Frozen silence.

Teacher Wang was slightly embarrassed, "Don't you give the teacher face?" Li Yi, come up! ”

A girl in a pink princess dress walked up to the stage and bowed slightly to everyone.

This girl, Yang Moumou recognized. It's the daughter of the yellow-haired aunt.