No.91

On the day of the midterm exam, I woke up from a nightmare at four o'clock in the morning, dreaming that I was sweating profusely in the physics exam room, and when I woke up, I found that I was really taking the physics exam, and I was immediately scared to pee, and then I opened my eyes suddenly, and found that I was still in bed, and my hanging heart finally fell to the ground, telling myself that it was just a dream within a dream.

My mother prepared a fritter and two eggs for me for ten thousand years, and told me emphatically: "Eat fritters first, then eggs, to prevent 010 or 001." ”

From kindergarten to now, I haven't been able to get a hundred points in the exam, calm down and analyze carefully, this pot should be carried by my stomach. Originally, I could have really scored a full score, but after eating it in my stomach, it was digested by my stomach. If I can eat a fritter and pull it out completely, the emperor is above, dare to ask who is not moved!

Without further ado, I'll go and vomit for a while.

Walking on the way to school, I felt heavy, as if the people of the whole world owed me 200 yuan, and which prisoner took the initiative to go to the court by himself?

However, Xia Yu is also in the court, as the saying goes, death under the pomegranate skirt is also romantic.

I giggled, remembering an interesting incident from yesterday.

Yesterday during recess, Xia Yu swayed next to me, I was staring at the desk she gave me the bookmark, she grabbed it coldly and sat opposite me, the morning sun shone in through the front window, she put the bookmark in the morning light: "Hey, hey, it seems that you like it a lot, and keep it quite carefully." ”

I was a little embarrassed, and my cheeks were hot: "What nonsense, it's too late to learn, how can you care about it!" ”

The girl in front of her always seemed to say something amazing: "You also have times when you are embarrassed, and you deliberately put the bookmark in the Xinhua dictionary and don't care?" But in the future, you have to be careful with Xu Hao, don't let him break it again. ”

I was shocked: "Okay! Dare to peek at me in class! ”

"I'm right, I'm not ashamed to admit it, and I didn't peek at you!"

"So how do you know? Did Xu Hao tell you? ”

"How could this girl be that kind of gossip person, it was Bookmarked that it told me itself."

She showed me the bookmark: "For example, you just said that you like it because I saw a white mark in the upper left corner of the bookmark, which is obviously different from the color of other places, and it should be caused by carefully pinching this place with only two fingers when you look at it." Pinch your fingers and calculate, it's only been half a month since the day I sent you, and this piece has been worn out, why don't you always take it out to see? Why do you only use two fingers to keep it? ”

I swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva and couldn't speak.

She was still excited, and her mouth gushed endlessly: "I made a small hole in the top of the bookmark in order to tie this Chinese Festival, although you often take it out to see, but the edge of this small hole is still smooth, indicating that you are very cautious, for fear that it will be broken." ”

"What about Xu Hao?"

"I'm not sure about this, you see that there are slight folds under the bookmark, and it is not the kind of deep crease formed by carelessly sandwiching it in the book, so I judge that it was caused by someone accidentally grabbing it with his hand, and Xu Hao is your tablemate, of course the biggest suspicion, and when I said this just now, your lips trembled slightly, your eyebrows turned up, and that surprised look was simply not self-defeating, and it hit my heart."

I didn't give up, and I struggled again: "Then how do you conclude that I am hiding in the dictionary?" ”

"This bookmark is flat and smooth, just as clean on both sides. Most of the textbooks we usually use in class have gradually become curly due to the relationship between frequent reading, and it is inevitable that we will make some notes with different colored pens on them, if they are sandwiched in these books, how can they be so clean and smooth? So it must be the kind of book that is heavy and not commonly used, what else can it be besides Xinhua Dictionary that meets the above two conditions? ”

It's like someone has a piece of gauze in my mouth, and I want to refute but I only whine, and finally I have to admit: "Okay, barely you're right." ”

She patted me on the head with her hand: "Good, this is a good boy." ”

I grimaced at her: "It's not easy for you to make up this Chinese festival, of course I have to take good care of it." ”

At this time, Zhang Bin walked into the classroom with the bell, she hurriedly walked back, walked to the podium and said lightly: "Such a little thing, sister, I have it at my fingertips, and I will give you a dozen if you want." ”

No.92

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the chaotic buzz in the classroom, the exam is almost over!

Last night, the students obeyed Chen Xu's instructions and had already moved all the miscellaneous things home, without the mountains of textbooks that were piled up on weekdays, they were full of gloom as far as the eye could see, and it was probably like this after the college entrance examination.

Unlike those who do not change their colors in front of the landslide, I will always be emotionally infected by the surrounding environment, and it is very easy to fall into it.

So I hate parting, and if I really wait until that day, I might cry a lot.

The ancients said that they thought about people when they saw things, and it was not so much that they missed people, but that they missed the original atmosphere.

Atmosphere is an abstract word, it can be a good song, a flavor that you will never forget, or it can be the various people who appear in your life. It doesn't matter who they are, it doesn't matter where they go in the future, they just appear in the right place at the right time, freeze in your mind as negatives, and when you occasionally turn them over from your memories, you find that the colors have long since faded to gray.

No.93

Xia Yu was also in a daze in his seat.

It is said that there is no essential difference between taking medicine for cold and flu, at least it takes a week to get better. And she only rested for three days before coming to school with a radiant face, I don't know how much of my share of dumplings accounted for in it.

On the day she came, the dog-legged mentality of being anxious to make meritorious contributions completely dominated me, and I couldn't wait to tell her about Xu Hao immediately. However, she and Zhang Shanshan are inseparable like conjoined babies, and they can't find an entry point at all.

Forced to the end of the corner, itchy and crazy, I cheekily asked for the little yellow book from Xia Yu's hand, and wrote almost two pages on it, the whole thing from the beginning, development, climax to the end of the clear and clear, after writing a simple browsing, I can't believe that I am satisfied.

After reading it, Xia Yu used a red pen to review three articles, one. Sansa has already told me. Two. Linear storytelling is boring. Three. Too many typos. In summary, I'm really worried about your language!

Tossing for a long time was in vain, I was devastated in my heart, it was the kind of uncomfortable feeling that I bought a string of sugar gourds but was licked by others from top to bottom, and at the end I didn't forget to kill people and criticize my poor writing.

But I feel good about myself!

And then I had a life insight, and every time I looked in the mirror, I saw the very handsome person in the mirror who only existed in my own eyes.

But so what, I'm not going to lick my face and talk to me now.

"What exam room are you in?" I smiled.

Xia Yu playfully pasted the admission ticket on his forehead to show me: "Third, what about you?" ”

I came to recruit Xiao Li's flying knife, and the admission ticket was sandwiched between two fingers: "I'm the fifth." ”

Then he pretended to be surprised: "Wow, it's so far away!" ”

Zhang Shanshan watched coldly: "It's not across the bridge, your exaggerated face is too much." ”

Since Zhang Shanshan confessed to Xu Hao, I respect her as a man, and the image in my heart is also a lot greater. ”

Zhang Shanshan shuddered when she heard this, and looked at me with such unnatural eyes: "I really dare to put gold on my face, why don't you talk about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." ”

I really pondered for a while: "It's okay, it's better than people and ghosts, but it still depends on whether Xia Yu is willing or not." ”

Xia Yu was sorting out the stationery at this time, and didn't react: "What's the matter with me?" ”

Blinked a few more times: "Anyway, it's all bridges, but the bridge and the magpie bridge, which one is not crossed." ”

No.94

Xia Yu once told me a detective story, the name of the book is "Murder on the Orient Express", the author is no stranger, or Agatha Christie.

The story was long and tedious, but she remembered the names of the characters in the book clearly, and I wondered if I had a teleprompter on my head.

I remember that the sun was setting, and the residual warmth was still there, and there was no worry about the general idea of the summary paragraph of the Chinese class, so she just spoke, and I was drowsy with one hand on the desk, watching the sky outside the window behind her turn from light blue to white, and from white to dim, until the incandescent light above our heads turned on, and finally even the shadow disappeared.

"You know what?" I interrupted her, "It turns out that the principle of shadowless lights in the operating room is nothing more than vertical illumination. ”

She picked up the math book and gave me a big mouth: "Give me a good listen!" ”

"Fan me, you can at least pick up a thin book!"

She is full of energy when she tells stories, and she uses both voice and color in a wonderful way. And I couldn't match the names and characters one by one, so I could only be a quiet beautiful man, and let this girl with ADHD flicker and move in front of my eyes.

Unlike the triumph of good over evil in the popular sense, the ending of this story is somewhere between the two.

The vicious villain was executed by twelve people, and the murder process carried out with an inexplicable sense of ritual, everyone in the story is a criminal, everyone is lying, and the great detective Poirot knows everything, but in the end he does not confide the truth to the police.

I don't say this to be a serious discussion of law or human nature, but to empathize.

Two days before the midterm exam, I felt like the poor villain in the story, I had just been stabbed in Chinese, the bleeding from the wound had not stopped, and I was stabbed in English, and by the time all the subjects were finished, I had already fallen in a pool of blood and was dying.

"Comrade, wake up!" Xia Yu ran over to give me cardiopulmonary resuscitation, "I'm done with the exam, I can't fall on the eve of dawn!" ”

I was very relieved, as if I saw the dawn of rebirth, and quickly held her hand: "Comrade Xia Yu, I need someone...... Work...... Call...... Suck ......"

She couldn't help but stand up and stomped on me a few times: "Then you better die!" ”

As soon as I entered the classroom, I heard Fei Ge lying on the wall crying: "I obviously made a cheat sheet for the last big question of geography, but I didn't get it for a long time, my life is so hard!" ”

Wu Junting walked to Brother Fei, who was unable to get past the wall, and comforted him with mockery: "Big brother, I brought so many cheat sheets, it's not normal to be able to find them, next time I suggest that you simply learn Yue Fei and engrave it on your hand to ensure that you find it." ”

Not only am I thinking about the big question of geography...... I think I can, I remember writing a lot of words, right or not, and the attitude is still very good.

As long as no one cares, as long as there is no pressure to study, the classroom will always be chaotic, maybe this is what it should be like normally.

The midterm exam is really over, and I sit at the empty desk, and I feel like I can't say it. I can't talk about disappointment, I still have a clear understanding of my position. Frustration is not enough, the current situation is actually predicted. I'm sorry for my parents, teachers and other fake big air, I don't bother to say, but I feel that this time is still wasted after all.

Is it really all deserted? Maybe it's a bit rewarding, but who knows what it is.