It stands to reason that Zhou Yi will not remember dreams, dreams are fleeting things, and they cannot be grasped or kept, let alone old dreams from a few days ago. But in fact, Zhou Yi remembered the dream three days ago very accurately.

In an instant, she fell from the peak of ecstasy to the bottom of despair and helplessness, and every frame, every action, and every eye touch was firmly imprinted in Zhou Yi's mind, and from time to time it would appear in her mind as accurately as a movie.

Snow is white tears falling from the sky.

Before six o'clock in the afternoon, the sky had already darkened, and the twilight had arrived, like an overturned inkwell, and the rich black splashed out directly, and kept spreading.

Zhou Yi and Yueyue sat at the dining table in the teacher's apartment, and there were meals on the table, which were packed from the small restaurant at the school gate, but by the time they arrived at the apartment, it was already cold. Zhouyi put them in the microwave and heated them up.

"Three days have gone by so fast! School will start again tomorrow. Yueyue complained helplessly while eating, making a cute expression, like a coquettish child, looking forward to Zhouyi's comfort.

"Yes, after all, happy time is always short-lived!" Zhou moved the dish into the bowl and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I'll have to make up my homework after dinner later!" Yueyue sighed, "Why do you say our high school life is different from what is described in youth movies and novels?" Others are singing about youth and describing love on campus, but we are all struggling to dig our heads into piles of test papers. In addition to study and life, there is no other superfluous color. Yue Yue said and put down her chopsticks, silently leaned close to Zhou Yi's face, pretending to be mysterious, and said mysteriously: "Could we be studying in a fake high school?" ”

Looking at Yueyue's expression, Zhou Yi showed a sly smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Yue Yue asked suspiciously.

Zhou Yi cleared his throat: "That, don't you also have love?" ”

When Yue Yue heard this, she instantly felt that she was carrying a heavy sword, "I...., I..., then I'm still obsessed with learning." ”

For the first time, Zhou Yi experienced the pleasure of Yue Yueyue.

To be honest, after entering the third year of high school, the homework of Zhou Yi was never completed. Every time, she was constantly rushing to do her homework, as if there was a murderer with a knife behind her who was chasing her. Every time I can finish my homework and take a good rest, the test paper always appears in front of Zhou Yi so "unexpectedly".

But fortunately, this New Year's Day is okay, after all, the kind-hearted Zhou Jin did not "frenzy" scatter the test papers like other teachers, which can be regarded as giving Zhou Yi a chance to breathe. But Yueyue was not so lucky.

Yueyue said: "I didn't eat, drink, sleep, or go to the toilet for three days, and I couldn't finish so much homework. ”

Yueyue said: "I finished writing the paper in tears. ”

Yueyue said, "Sister, are our math test papers the same?" Are you done? ..... I don't mean anything else, it's just that there are questions that I can't do, and I want to learn from them. ”

In the early morning after six o'clock, in the morning when there were no birdsongs, maybe the birds were disgusted that it was too cold here, and flew away.

After the alarm went off, Zhou Yi got up in a daze, and Yueyue was still doing the last dying struggle, lying firmly on the bed with an expression of looking at death as home. Zhou Qian took off the blindfold, took out the eggs from the refrigerator, put them on the egg steamer, took another pot of water with the kettle, and pressed the button to boil the water.

Zhou Yi and Yueyue were walking on the way to school, and the cold wind stabbed them directly, and the little hands that were still hot just now immediately became cold and stiff. Zhou Yi and Yueyue held the hot eggs in their hands, hoping to warm them up.

Teachers never slow down because they have a three-day break, or give students some time to get used to.

At this moment, the math teacher is desperately banging on the blackboard and saying angrily: "After three days off, give me sleep in the first class!" You haven't rested for three days, okay? ”

The students under the podium finally stayed up until the bell rang, and they all tried to watch the math teacher leave the classroom with their eyes open, and as soon as the classroom door closed, they all lay on the desk, and finally could take a nap without any scruples.

The teacher is teaching as if there was no holiday, they don't know, in fact, the vacation is more tiring.

Because...... I'm tired of playing.

The second mock exam was approaching, and Zhou Yi forced his soul to withdraw from the joy of the holiday, trying to be in line with the state before the holiday. Zhou Yi felt that his sleep quality was not very good these days, and he couldn't help but think of the unfinished homework before going to bed, and instantly felt an inexplicable panic.

Zhou Yi often thinks that if there is such a high-pressure environment every day, the body will not be able to bear it after all. Zhou Yi looked up at the blackboard in front of the classroom, where there was a calendar for the countdown to the college entrance examination, and every day that passed, the study committee members would stand on the stool and tear off a calendar, which meant that the day had passed like this.

She knows that it is now more than 100 days, and every time she tears a calendar, she doesn't feel anything, but once a hundred days have passed, every time she tears a calendar, her heart will always beat wildly, and her nerves are tense, when the number changes from three digits to two digits, and the tenths of the two digits begin to change from nine to eight, then you will really understand that time is the fine sand that you can't grasp.

Now every time Zhou Yi sees Zhou Jin, he can't help but think of that dream, in that dream, Zhou Jin looks like he is wearing ancient costumes, with long hair fluttering, jade belts, and gentle as jade. Zhou Jin was obviously standing on the podium to teach, in the eyes of Zhou Yi, he was sitting on the ground and sitting on the felt carpet of the Huxin Pavilion, Zhou Jin was writing on the blackboard to solve the problem, and Zhou Yi saw the strong brush words on the rice paper, one stroke at a time, one horizontal and one vertical. Zhou Jin was thirsty, he lowered his head and drank water, and Zhou Yi's eyes reflected the lips of feathers, warm wine, and sipping wine. Zhou moved out of her mind, she thought of the man in the ancient novel, and thought of Su Shi's poem: "The son should only see the painting, and I know only about it." When it comes to the water being poor, it is not a man among the dust."

Zhou Yi sighed, and secretly thought to himself: "Alas, I really hope that one day I can see Zhou Jin in ancient costumes." ”

However, God gave Zhou Yi a gift, and Zhou Yi didn't expect that all this would really come true.

The lower grades are required to participate in the city's language research activities, and one of the projects is to shoot textbook dramas in various schools, and the middle school in City B won the "Peacock Flying Southeast".

The director in charge is a middle-aged man who doesn't think much about taking care of things, and his hair is bald. He looked at the requirements of the work, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Yili: "Teacher Zhao?" There's something I need to trouble you! ”