Listen to whose song and think of whose appearance, write whose poem and whose past, if red wine can get rid of sadness, how can someone cry under the neon light; Whose path to take, whose ideals to think, whose words to listen to, whose legends, if forgetting, if you can get rid of regrets, how can someone dream of sadness in a lonely night; Life is that you are crying and laughing, you are in the same place, she is far away, it is a destined net, some people are struggling, some people are singing, in fact, it is all the same. --Zhang Mian "Actually, it's all the same"

Fengcheng Gaojiacun Middle School.

Among them, the test results came down, Zhang Mian's grades were about the top ten in the class, although compared with the results of Zhangjiacun, it was much better, but if you want to be admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, it is far from enough to be admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School at that time, according to the previous history, only one or two Gaojiacun Middle School students are admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School every year. In other words, if Zhang Mian wants to be admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School, he must be in the top three in the grade group to have great hope.

Gao Xiaoya's font is the same as his bangs, neat, so after the midterm exam, the task of the blackboard newspaper behind the classroom fell on her hands.

Gao Xiaoya is also happy to take this job, and she can show her blackboard newspaper in front of the whole class, which can also satisfy her little vanity.

Youth not only needs to be arrogant, but also needs to leave traces.

That afternoon, Zhang Mian and Liu Yifeng stayed behind to help. Zhang Mian stayed because it was Gao Xiaoya who came out of the blackboard, and he thought that Gao Xiaoya was a friend, and friends in a different place were so important.

Since Hu Dong said that one day he deliberately put his hand in Zhang Xiaoya's hand when he saw Gao Xiaoya lending something to Zhang Mian, if Hu Dong said that there was really such a thing, it was also Zhang Mian who deliberately put his hand in Gao Xiaoya's hand, of course, no matter whose hand was deliberately put in whose hand, Gao Xiaoya's hand is indeed a typical rural girl's hand, slender but a little rough because she often does farm work.

Liu Yifeng stayed probably because they had been at the same table for more than two years, Zhang Mian stayed, she didn't stay how to say it, I don't know why Liu Yifeng, who is also a rural girl, has very white skin, white and slender hands, like a work of art.

Both of their hands were very soft, and Zhang Mian had asked someone to wrestle with them during a recess, and after they agreed indignantly, the three hands were clasped together.

Twenty years ago, Zhang Mian thought of a tried and tested way to touch a girl's hand, and the key was to sweat.

Zhang Mian set up the stool and table, and Liu Yifeng put the ruler and colored chalk in a place where Gao Xiaoya could reach it. Gao Xiaoya took the prepared manuscript and climbed onto the desk and began to publish the blackboard newspaper.

In autumn, the days begin to get shorter and the winds become cooler.

Zhang Mian and Liu Yifeng, who had nothing to do, leaned against the desk and watched Gao Xiaoya write seriously on the blackboard, chatting with each other.

Some people say that people are the most beautiful when they are serious about doing something, such as the figure of reading at night with a lamp, and the slightly frowning brows when thinking.

Gao Xiaoya stood on the table, her figure kept rising and falling with the writing, and the curves of Chunchun were unobstructed.

There are no ugly girls in youth.

Gao Xiaoya looked back from time to time and asked:

"Is it crooked?"

"Is there a typo?"

"You two don't talk too much, help me watch?"

was busy until almost 7 o'clock in the evening, and the blackboard newspaper was finally completed with Gao Xiaoya's efforts.

"How?" Gao Xiaoya jumped down from the table, with a thin bead of sweat on her forehead.

"It's very good, the handwriting is beautiful, neat, and it looks very pleasing to the eye." Zhang Mian hiccuped, and during the time when Gao Xiaoya came out of the blackboard newspaper, Zhang Mian went to Hu Dong's house for dinner.

"At least it's better than what I wrote." Liu Yifeng was rarely low-key, his head was not raised, and he fiddled with his fingers, it was estimated that Liu Yifeng was either hungry or a little impatient.

"You wrote that word just to make the teacher angry so that he could study on his own."

"Zhang Mian, don't go too far, if you weren't afraid of splitting your nails, you would know how powerful your sister's Nine Yin White Bone Claws are."

"Okay, you two don't quarrel, I'll be happy as long as I don't get criticized." Gao Xiaoya was affirmed, without the slightest sense of exhaustion.

"You two go home for dinner, I'll put the tables and chairs away and study in the classroom."

There are very few students who stay in the class at night for evening self-study, most of the students are nearby, and there are not many students who stay in school, and many times there is no one in the classroom.

There were flying insects lingering under the incandescent lamp, and from time to time they hit the electric rod and made a small sound, and the autumn night was completely quiet.

Zhang Mian finished memorizing the content of the next day's politics, and Hu Dong came to the classroom quietly at this time.

"Didn't you sit by the well a lot and read a book the other day?"

"You observe very carefully, you have a pair of eyes that can find poetry, admire." Zhang Mian still didn't give up, and still wanted to bring Hu Dong to poetry, although it was not as strong as those days.

"Poetic fart, it's not because you study on your own every day, I can't watch TV at night."

Zhang Mian knew that if he didn't send Hu Dong away, there would be no way to study. simply closed the book and turned around to look at the blackboard newspaper from Gao Xiaoya.

Hu Dong saw that Zhang Mian ignored him to read the blackboard newspaper, and he didn't know which tendon in his brain was wrong, so he took the blackboard eraser and walked to the back of the classroom.

A minute later, the blackboard newspaper was wiped clean, and even the traces of writing were wiped clean.

Hu Dong did a beautiful job.

Zhang Mian didn't even have time to stop it at that time, and he was extremely surprised to see Hu Dong's feat.

Human potential is unlimited, Zhang Mian even has to look at Hu Dong with admiration, this is the most serious and perfect thing Hu Dong has done in the past few months he has known Hu Dong, the blackboard has been exposed by the black primer he wiped, flashing under the incandescent light.

"This, this is the blackboard newspaper that just came out, you, you are amazing."

"Hmph." Hu Dong put his hands in his pockets, posed in a standard pose, and walked out of the classroom in one step.

Zhang Mian was messy in the classroom for three minutes, there was no mobile phone at that time, let alone WeChat, and he wanted to tell Gao Xiaoya about this unless he went to her house to look for her, and it was not appropriate to look for her at her house at night.

When he returned from self-study in the evening, Hu Dong had already fallen asleep under the quilt. Zhang Mian didn't plan to tell Hu Dong's mother, Teacher Xue, about this matter, for fear that Hu Dong would think that Zhang Mian was suing him behind his back.

From Zhang Mian to Gaojia Village, eating and living in Hu Dong's house, Hu Dong was curious and repulsed by Zhang Mian at first, Hu Dong's beating was a turning point, during that time their relationship was relatively harmonious, Zhang Mian's poetry was sometimes a turning point, Hu Dong was somewhat jealous of Zhang Mian, people are generally not jealous of distant people, but the people lying around him are different, every time they see it, it is as if they were reminded once.

At present, the relationship between Zhang Mian and Hu Dong is more delicate, not too good and not too bad, it is much better than the days of snot and egg soup.

The next day, when class was about to start, Gao Xiaoya and Liu Yifeng arrived in the classroom, and Gao Xiaoya found at first glance that the blackboard newspaper she had worked hard to produce had disappeared.

"Who wiped my blackboard?"

The students who heard it all looked back and saw a clean blackboard.

When Zhang Mian was about to cramp his mouth, Gao Xiaoya finally said what did he mean by this mouth to Hu Dong.

"Hu Dong, why did you erase the blackboard newspaper I worked so hard to write?" Although Gao Xiaoya has a good temper, it doesn't mean that she doesn't have a temper, her voice can't help but raise a lot, and her face is flushed. Liu Yifeng also participated in the blackboard newspaper, after all, she also had her credit, she did not hesitate to stand on Gao Xiaoya's side, staring at Hu Dong at the same time, fiddling with her fingers.

Zhang Mian was taken aback, Liu Yifeng wouldn't be like in the game, gathering his breath and holding back his big move, and he wanted to use the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to deal with Hu Dong

In the face of Gao Xiaoya's questioning, Zhang Mian's tablemate, Hu Dong, the principal's son, did not fall at all, especially when the whole class was staring.

"I'll erase the ugliness of my handwriting, can't I?" Hu Dong said lightly.

"You're going too far." Gao Xiaoya's angry eyes were red.

Jingle bells, the bell rings for class.

The first class was Teacher Xue's Chinese class, as soon as Teacher Xue entered the classroom, Zhang Mian was uneasy, and his left eyelid jumped as fast as a fan.

When the first class was about to end, Mr. Xue finally found that the blackboard behind him was black and black, and there was not a word.

"Gao Xiaoya, what about the blackboard newspaper that you let you out?"

"Someone erased it" Before Gao Xiaoya could answer, other classmates answered.

No matter when and where, where there are people, there are people watching the excitement.

"What uneducated thing did it?" Teacher Xue angrily slammed the table with the book.

The class burst into laughter.

Not only did Hu Dong not smile, but his face was extremely pale......