Before the "Eleventh", Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School will hold the first monthly examination of the new semester, which is the traditional regulation of the school, and it is also the first monthly examination that Zhang Mian will participate in when he comes to Fengcheng.

The monthly examination is a very important examination in Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, through which the student's results in each subject can be intuitively reflected, and the class ranking can be used to predict the university level that can be admitted in the future. Of course, rankings are also an important reference for class row seating.

Within a few days of entering the class, Zhang Mian heard an allusion about the ranking of the monthly examination of Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, the top 30 in the class are very promising to be admitted to the undergraduate, and the top 10 in the class, that is, there is no problem with the undergraduate, and the focus is hopeful.

There are more than 80 people in Zhang Mian's class, and Zhang Mian's admission score ranks more than 70.

Zhang Mian, as the chicken head of Gaojiacun Junior High School, his high school entrance examination score was the third place in Gaojiacun Junior High School, and when he arrived at Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School and High School, he immediately became the closest phoenix feather to the phoenix tail butt, and this loss made Zhang Mian feel powerless.

In fact, the frog at the bottom of the well is not sad, but the sad thing is that after climbing to the surface of the well, he is at a loss in the face of the endless sky, but he can never return to the well he is familiar with.

There is a kind of helplessness that can't go back, about friendship and love.

After nearly a month of confusion, Zhang Mian has no hope for the results of this monthly exam, but he doesn't want to be too embarrassed by his exam, at least he has an old acquaintance named Nana in the whole class, thinking that Zhang Mian is still a little afraid of the monthly exam.

On the eve of the monthly exam, Zhang Mian looked at the deep starry sky and the quiet courtyard outside the window, he pillowed his arms, and found that the future was like the starry sky, and he couldn't grasp the laws at all, which made him feel dazed, dazed like the vast night sprinkled in the courtyard.

The year of studying in Gaojia Village was more difficult than all the hardships on the way to study before Zhang Mian, although the results were not satisfactory, but the lonely days of that year made him grow a lot, and he learned to forbear.

Pursuing days are worthy of respect and expectation. For the sake of Yanzi, for his parents and for himself, Zhang Mian took the entrance to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School as his goal and worked hard for it for a year.

Now, Zhang Mian is lying less than a kilometer away from the south gate of Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, lost himself again. He went to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School as a borrowed student, and the college entrance examination three years later was too far away from him, and the swallow that haunted him also came to Fengcheng, why they were close, but Zhang Mian felt that his heart with Yanzi was far from the distance between Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School and Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School, but separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

In Fengcheng, they have not met once, nor have they passed a letter, in fact, Zhang Mian has already written a letter, sandwiched in a book with a photo of swallows, he knows that there is a post office at the intersection of Fengcheng Avenue not far from the school, and the green mailbox is behind a middle-aged man's booksstand.

He only needs to spend a dime to buy an envelope and affix a two-cent stamp, and he can put his thoughts about the swallow in that green mailbox, and in a few days he can go to the swallow's hand.

Maybe in the evening after the heavy rain, or maybe it is a gloomy afternoon, Yanzi will receive Zhang Xuan's letter, and she will definitely find the thoughts hidden in the words around the corner.

The written letter is still quietly sandwiched in Zhang Mian's language book, just like Zhang Mian lying quietly on the bed.

Thinking of the swallow, Zhang Mian felt regretful and sad, and he had taken a brave step forward.

If they were both in Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, he decided to tell Yanzi that he liked her in the evening when the sun was falling, Yanzi pretended to be surprised, did not nod or shake his head, and quietly followed him, walking towards Xiaguang......

During this time, Zhang Mian didn't go to Cao Xiaoshan and Xiaopin, when he missed them, he would comfort himself, he could think of it at any time, why worry.

Maybe the three of them thought of a piece, and after they first met at Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, there was no news.

I heard that Gao Xiaoya went to Bengcheng to attend a secondary school, Liu Yifeng didn't know where to study beauty.

I don't know if Gao Xiaoya has her classic bangs, and if Liu Yifeng will fiddle with her fingers in class.

When he came to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, Zhang Mian was pleasantly surprised that he met his childhood playmate Nana, but unfortunately due to the natural sensitivity of rural people to city people, he instantly understood that Nana was just a girl with white skin and red lips in his memory, and now she is a swan with Ao Jiao.

He went shopping with Su Dong once, went to the shopping mall that Cao Xiaoshan said, and saw the leather shoes with a price tag of more than 1,000, in fact, those shoes are really not good-looking, and they are not as good as the leather shoes made by a Henan couple in Zhangjia Village that sell a pair of shoes for fifty quick dollars.

The Goubuli bun shop on Zhongshan Road also went to patronize, and it didn't have the taste of childhood at all. In the past, there were many fillings with thin skin, and the gravy was full of mouths, but now the price has risen to three yuan a cage, and the stuffing is not as big as a nail, the boss is still the boss, but the boss lady has a double chin.

Zhang Mian found that he didn't sleep very well every major exam, and he thought a lot about it this night, his whole body was very light, only his brain was as heavy as installing an iron block.

Su Dong was already asleep at this time, and the sound of the math book he read before going to bed fell on the ground did not wake him up, what math book did he read in the Chinese test tomorrow morning.

This usually smiling Su Dong is definitely a talent in Zhang Mian's eyes, and he also wrote the poem written by Zhang Mian in junior high school as: "Parents are willing to break their bowels for their children, how can a good child dream of confusion." The cold and summer are hard to read and the lights are picked up at night, and the white horse is the champion of riding. The "Good Children's Song" was written in a mathematics book and signed as Dong Shuyi.

Thanks to Zhang Mian's cleverness, he would definitely be in trouble with him, and at a glance he could see that it was written by Su Dong and created by Zhang Mian.

One weekend, Zhang Mian and Su Dong came back from drinking, and showed Su Dong more than a dozen small poems he wrote in junior high school that he was quite satisfied with in his notebook, and Su Dong said that his favorite was this "Good Children's Song".

Well, he has a unique eye, but Zhang Mian still likes the poem he published for the first time, it brings him a breakthrough surprise, and how proud it is to be able to turn his words into lead.

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For students with poor grades, the exam is like a child who is afraid of spanking and injections, and he is nervous to death before he comes, and he laughs at his cowardice when he really comes.

The three-day monthly exam was unhurriedly completed, Zhang Mian found that many students in Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School had a problem, they liked to answer the right answer after the exam, and asked others what they chose when they met, and when they went to the toilet, you would hear the peeing and:

"Math question 3, do you choose A or B?"

"I chose C"

"You can go to the toilet."

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Zhang Mian is particularly disgusted with this kind of answer after the test, not because Zhang Mian came out half an hour before the question was finished in the Chinese exam, and other subjects came out in advance because he couldn't do it.

In the years when he was studying, whether it was Zhangjiacun Primary School, Zhangjiacun Junior High School, or Gaojiacun Junior High School, everyone was happy after the exam.

As long as you pass the exam, it will be fine, and at that time, it was fashionable to live sixty points, and it was a waste of more. Zhang Mian's niece once scored more than 80 points in the primary school mathematics test, and was directly scolded by his eldest sister for half an hour.

When it comes to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, the monthly exam is like a martial arts competition, every move and style have to be compared with each other, and when the victory or defeat is unexpected, there will be gunsmoke.

The day after the exam, it will be eleven, and the school will have three days off.

Zhang Mian did not have the joy and relaxation before the holiday at all, this monthly exam is very similar to the final exam when he was in Zhangjia Village, at that time he only had physics because of the care of the owner of the game room can pass, this time he felt that only the language could pass the monthly exam.

Fortunately, every time he went back, Su Dong never wanted to talk to Zhang Mian about the answers, and he didn't even mention anything about the exam, which made Zhang Mian feel very comfortable.

He continued to keep his feet smelly, and Zhang Mian occasionally wrote two poems, especially when he missed the swallows.

swallow

I never walked out

Your ethereal eyes

I can see the stars 100 million kilometers away

but they cannot see through your heart

swallow

I never thought about it

Where would I be without your world

I could see that far away

How can I not see you

swallow

I've already talked to the stars

It understands your mind

will wink at me