Zhang Mian subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and looked at the front door of his pants, everything was normal, Gao Xiaoya and Liu Yifeng were chatting about something on the side.

"You are second in the class and ninth in the grade group this time." Hu Dong also stopped selling guanzi. As if Zhang Mian had his credit for achieving this achievement,

"Oh." Zhang Mian was very happy to learn of this result, but it was not to the point of surprise, after all, this result was obtained by studying hard in a few months, and the ninth in the critical age group could not be admitted to Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School at all, and it was not to the point of surprise.

"Shouldn't you be treated?" Hu Dong was very dissatisfied with Zhang Mian's performance, and felt that Zhang Mian was a bit pretending, and he was covered with lard after a winter vacation.

"Yes, I'll invite everyone to the cafeteria to eat noodles in the evening." Zhang Mian remembered the vegetable worm in the noodles, and also remembered the arrogant proprietress .

"Cut, who likes to eat and eat, you are the most boring person." Hu Dong jumped off the table.

"I think Zhang Mian is quite energetic, and he loves to learn from people's kindness." Liu Yifeng took Hu Dong's words and said that the two of them often quarreled.

"How do you know he's energetic?" Hu Dong laughed after speaking, and several classmates couldn't help laughing.

"I wrestled his wrist with him, not him, so I know." Liu Yifeng did not show weakness, and his eyes went up. At this time, Gao Xiaoya seemed to remember something, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

"You know everything, you can take it." After Hu Dong finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom step by step, the sun shone on his long eyelashes, and the young man had no advantages except for being handsome.

Zhang Mian looked at Liu Yifeng gratefully, but Liu Yifeng didn't appreciate it at all, and continued to chat with others.

Zhang Mian's grateful eyes fell to the ground, and Gao Xiaoya covered her mouth and smiled, relieving Zhang Mian's embarrassment for herself and herself.

It's still the previous classroom, I haven't seen it for more than 20 days, and when I came back again, I had a feeling of trance, when I came to this classroom for the first time, because I was a transfer student, when I was introducing myself, Zhang Mian was stared at by many people, his voice was trembling, and his palms were sweaty.

The only one who didn't look up was the melancholy boy named Gao Jiabiao, it was an early autumn morning, not as cold as this late winter morning.

Many times, Zhang Mian will inadvertently miss him, perhaps deep down, he is his lonely side.

Just like Hu Dong said, Zhang Mian is a boring person, he has a sadness that does not match his age, yes, it is sadness.

At this time, Yue Lei and his tablemate named Chen Gang, who had an unusually rich expression, chatted face to face.

Yue Lei's position was facing away from Zhang Mian, but his voice still bounced from the opposite wall to Zhang Mian's ears, Chen Gang raised his eyebrows from time to time and squeezed his eyes, it is estimated that this is related to the fact that he has three obvious forehead lines.

If you give him another vertical painting of his three forehead lines, it would be more appropriate for Chen Gang to call him Chen Hu.

……

Zhang Mian looked at the familiar scenes in the classroom, and felt very warm, and he felt that the first time he came to Gaojia Village, it seemed like yesterday.

The first time I went to Hu Dong's house, looking at his plantain tree in a daze, Hu Dong observed him vigilantly, Hu Xi had a simple smile on his face, he and Hu Dong never called Brother Zhang Xuan, only called Zhang Xuan, no matter what Principal Hu and Teacher Xue said, they were useless.

……

In the evening, Zhang Mian went to the playground to collect the quilt, the sun had not yet set, and the moon had already risen.

When he entered the school gate, Zhang Mian saw the doorman with a cigarette pouch and a red nose, and Zhang Mian hurriedly said hello to him.

This seventy-year-old Uncle Gao is an authentic Gaojia Village person, familiar with everything in Gaojia Village, he knows all the legends related to Gaocun Village, such as Guanyin Temple, "Mao Shou", and Fox Immortal Retribution, although he doesn't know a single big character.

Zhang Mian didn't invite anyone to eat noodles in the evening, and when the class meeting was held in the afternoon, everyone dispersed in a hurry, and no one took Zhang Mian's words seriously in the morning, probably because of the conversation with Hu Dong, the credibility was basically zero.

Lying on the bed, the quilt smelled of sunshine, Hu Dong was eating the fish skin peanuts that Zhang Mian bought for him at the other end, and he was not satisfied with Zhang Mian's second exam.

Zhang Mian did not refute him, and felt that Hu Dong had no shortcomings worth complaining about except for being a little petty and liking to run people.

After the fireworks on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Mian felt that he was looking at many things more than before.

The growth of the human mind is not gradual, but leaping.

There are only a few nodes in your life, and if you don't experience those nodes, you may be an old naughty boy in the eyes of people at a young age.

……

The moon is on the plantain.

Did Yanzi sleep at this time, she should also start school today.

What will happen to her in the classroom, will someone deliberately talk to her, or deliberately raise her voice to get her attention, she is attracted to it.

Will she think of Zhang Mian before going to bed tonight, and think of his ugly appearance of eating roasted sweet potatoes on the street of Zhangjia Village, whether she shakes her head or smiles.

Zhang Mian wanted to get up and look at the photos of the swallows sandwiched in the book, but he was afraid of waking up the sleeping Hu Dong.

In a state of turmoil and restlessness, Zhang Mian fell asleep.

……

The second semester of Zhang Mian's repetition at Gaojiacun Middle School began in late winter and early spring and ended in late spring and early summer

A lot of things have happened this semester, and when Zhang Mian is about to finish his memories of Gaojiacun Middle School, he jumps out, as if to say how to forget them.

The years cannot be rehearsed, but the reminiscence can add oil and vinegar to the memories and become a different flavor.