After that, I was in the last row, with the squad leader and Addison right in front of me, and every day I could see two people asking each other questions or laughing.

Hmph, the men are all big pig's trotters, central air conditioning! I see.

The last row is the teacher's focus, because there are all bear children, and many teachers mock me: "Yo, look at how your girl's family sits on such a golden throne." ”

What's wrong with the girl, I'm going to provoke you, I'm willing to bear the child.

Time is like that, sometimes you feel sad every minute when you look at the teacher's questions, and when you look up at the scenery outside the window, watching the big hibiscus tree in the school from the dead leaves to the flowers to the green trees of the next year, you will sigh how fast time flies.

Those people who hate me still mock me, but then you get used to it, why laugh at you is because she also noticed that there is such a person, malicious or kind, as long as it doesn't touch the bottom line, let her go.

The summer sun shines faintly on the face through the leaves of the hibiscus tree, the sound of cicadas is also ringing in the ears, the fan in the class is turned up to the maximum but there are still people sweating profusely, the school commissary begins to sell popsicles, and every time after class, someone runs to the commissary like crazy to buy popsicles, and after getting the popsicles, he walks back to the classroom peacefully and proudly, of course, there are also the kind of people who buy it very late, and then the teacher will say a few words to him.

"It's uncomfortable not to eat, your parents are here for you to eat popsicles?"

Despite what the teacher said, no one listened.

The Chinese teacher said that his heart was calm and naturally cool, but he still kept fanning his textbook.

The pictures in front of me are like paintings, and I think about them many years later.

There is also a physical education class in the first year of high school, and the boys playing basketball on the playground have become a beautiful vision in the hearts of many girls, with a mineral water bottle in their hands and a flushed face.

Even if my writing is average, then I want to write it down, at least it is a good memory for me.

That was a long time ago, Addison asked me.

"What do you want to do in the future?"

I shook my head, not knowing how important the future was to me, and just wanting to get out of the sadness that the gossip had brought me at the time.

Now that I understand, let me be a writer if I can.