Before pwtttttt confesses that incident, I have to talk about the enmity between me and the second donkey, and something related to the changes in my body.

Here's the thing. It was the last semester of primary school, and we were about to graduate. My little goddess Wu Xue, somehow let the teacher be transferred to the same table of the two donkeys.

Of course, at that time. I'm still very good with the second donkey. Although there was no time after class, we were able to play well together between classes.

Seeing that I was about to graduate from elementary school, I thought about it repeatedly for several nights, and then I decided to confess to Wu Xue.

I poured out what I had learned in my six years of primary school and wrote a modern poem with great charm. Then, at the end of the poem, write a few words that I think are very beautiful.

'Wu Xue. I love you. ’

It's a love letter! It's definitely a real love letter!

A love letter from first love! Got it? Very tall, very innocent or not.

After writing it, I thought about it for a long time. After all, he still didn't have the courage to hand it over to Wu Xue himself. Thereupon. I found the second donkey, and I asked him to help me do the stupidest thing in my life.

I asked the second donkey to hand over the love letter to Wu Xue.

The second donkey agreed.

At the time, I didn't look closely at his expression, but I could feel that he was sad.

But as a brother, he still handed it over for me.

My heart was pounding, crackling for an afternoon.

At the end of school, I stood at the school gate, and I waited for my little goddess. The private name page is dead.

However, what I never expected was this

I watched my little goddess shyly walk with the two donkeys, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, and pass in front of me as if no one was around.

That moment.

I'm messy.

At night, when I was in the old man's house, when I was writing calligraphy, I looked up and saw a calligraphy and painting by the old man.

I didn't even write my name, he was uncle, I wrote love letters, I didn't sign it!

Therefore, love letters are either not written, but they must be signed and handed over to the other party in person.

I hate two donkeys.

Hate him as a brother and rob my woman.

It's not scientific, really, it's not scientific at all!

But after all, years of friendship were there, so we didn't start a duel.

Soon, I graduated from elementary school. And that holiday, I was caught up in an inexplicable incident.

At night, I dream, often of a big tiger.

This tiger is very large, and its body shape is the same as that of the legendary Siberian tiger. It's just that it's so old that the hair is about to fall out. It was lying on a large bluestone and looked out at the big forest in the distance. I was in a dream, standing right behind it.

It suddenly turned its head to look at me, its eyes melancholy and vicissitudes.

That's not an animal's eyes, that's a human!

But why is it on the tiger's body?

When this thought popped up in my dream, I woke up.

For half a month, I would have such a dream almost every three or four days. And the eyes of the tiger in each dream are different, fierce, brutal, mighty, and even, ethereal.

Until the last time, I dreamed that the tiger's eyes contained a light that I couldn't tell, I couldn't tell, I didn't know, but it contained a qiē light.

I felt my body start to get hot.

I was hot, but not the kind of heat that elevated my body temperature, and I was in an inexplicable frenzy, but strangely enough, I was calm.

This state is unimaginable and maddening.

It lasted for a week, fine during the day, and every night came.

So, one night a week later, when the heat reached a so-called tipping point, my body suddenly seemed to fall apart, or I fell from a great height and shattered. In short, I can't describe it, but in an instant, I was relieved.

I seemed to be floating in the air, very clear and at ease.

Then, I fell asleep.

I slept soundly that night, and when I woke up, I was very hungry.

As I was having breakfast, an idea popped into my head. This must be the hands and feet of the old Dong mother-in-law, what she did to my body. However, it is not a bad thing to do, but a good thing. But exactly, what is it?

I don't understand, I just know that in the following time, I was like a bottomless pit, and the amount of food increased dramatically.

My record is that I once ate a whole stewed big rooster plus three large steamed buns and a bowl of porridge.

When I graduated from elementary school, I was 1.6 meters tall......

In the second year of junior high school, I grew to 1.83 meters!

Twenty-three centimeters!

In exchange for the unimaginable growth rate, my body shape changed from the original medium to a bamboo pole.

I'm still hungry.

My mom, who is a doctor, was worried about the changes in me. So, I started to check my body.

After many laboratory tests, the conclusion was that my body was very healthy, not to mention, I was still a little malnourished.

Am I malnourished?

The problem is, my stool and urine tests showed that I was absorbing nutrients well.

But where are they?

My nutrition, where's it?

Fortunately, at that time, my family background was quite reasonable.

Yes, all kinds of supplements, like what wild beehive, royal jelly, honey, toad oil, venison

These things began to be eaten in large quantities for me.

I'm still a bottomless pit, and my body is still somewhere between healthy and unhealthy.

During this time, in addition to the nutrients that my parents bought for me in the mountains, there was also a group of relatives who cared about me at home, my fourth uncle contracted a deer farm, and then my uncle raised fish and chickens in the countryside. Knowing that a foodie of my size has appeared, my relatives will send some meat, chicken, and fish every few days.

Otherwise, according to my mother's words, she really can't afford to support me.

I made up for two years.

God knows where those things went.

Two years later, one day in the second semester of junior high school, I suddenly stopped being hungry.

Although my body was still listless, my food volume suddenly returned to the ranks of normal people.

Other than that, my studies, medium bar. It's even reluctantly medium, that is, a middle and lower class. Others, like any kind of exercise, etc., because I belong to the kind of person who can't stand running two steps, they have nothing to do with me.

Of course, I also have something that I can get my hands on, and that is my calligraphy.

He has won awards in the city and rankings in the province.

Other than that, I'm good for nothing!

Not only that, but once, when I was running, I was ridiculed by my classmates for my physical education test results. Because, to them, I looked like a piece of grass, swaying in the wind, ugly, ugly

I became the one to be ridiculed in the class, and although I was a big man, I was not as strong as my sturdy female classmates.

My classmates, youthful, lively, cheerful.

I was like a sick man, with a pale face, and I walked three times at a time.

I just gave up on myself!

but

An unexpected thing happened.

Because I write well, I always produce the blackboard newspaper at school.

Posters are not written in chalk, and blackboards are not wooden boards. It was a wall on the west side of the school. , the walls were painted with cement and then painted with black paint. As for me, I used a dye for advertising, took a brush, and wrote the contents of the newspaper on the manuscript paper on this wall.

That's my job.

Once a month, in exchange for some compliments from the teachers.

One Friday afternoon at the end of April, because May Day was about to be celebrated. Then, I need to publish an issue of the board report.

As usual, I went to the Academic Affairs Office to get the manuscript and the tools I used to write the paper. Alone went outside the big wall on the west side. Then, first use chalk to format and make a grid on the wall, and next, prepare the dye and start writing.

It's tiring to write calligraphy on the walls, but for some reason, I don't feel tired at all. And, on the contrary, I think, it's easy, really, it's very, very easy for me.

I had been writing for about twenty minutes when suddenly a voice came from behind me.

"You're so good at writing."

When I heard the voice, I didn't feel anything.

Although, this is a girl, and it's a female classmate. But, my heart is like water.

It's not that I'm late in development and not interested in the opposite sex. It's that I know too well what kind of person I am.

Silly big guy.

That's the best way to describe me.

Therefore, I can't even think of such a thing as early love.

"Oh, it's okay."

I didn't look back, and answered to myself.

"What kind of font are you writing this?"

The voice continued to ask.

I said, "Italics, this is the official book." "

"Wow, Lishu, I've learned it too. But why can't I write all the time, that feeling of being very thick and heavy? "

I said lightly: "This pen holding posture is related, our ancestors' calligraphy has undergone many different changes in the course of thousands of years. Among them, the posture of holding the pen, the earliest time was this, the big grasp, is to use the whole palm, hold the pen barrel to write, for example, this official book, is written out in this way, so it is particularly heavy. Then, there is a two-finger pinching method and a three-finger holding method. It wasn't until the Qing Dynasty that this was unified, and the way we hold the pen now, that is, this, is a very complicated five-finger grip. The only advantage of this grip is that it is easy to learn, and nothing else. "

I didn't look back, but gestured in the air with my hand, explaining to the people behind me.

"You know a lot, it's amazing, where did you learn calligraphy, can you teach me?"

My heart moved, and I couldn't help but look back.

Why, it turned out to be her?

Tang Yan!

The school flower of the first middle school, the second and third classes of the junior high school study committee.

I'm in the first class, not in the same class as Tang Yan, but I've heard of her.

She's very stylish.

She is beautiful, tall, and has white skin, and I heard that her family is also very good. Her dad seems to be a miner.

There are a lot of people chasing her at school, but it doesn't seem to work out. said yes, now a freshman in high school, a sports student from a transfer school is chasing her.

The campus is so big, so this little thing is basically spread every day, although I am low-key, but it can still reach my ears.

"Oh, yes." I echoed the reply, not taking it seriously.

"Then will you teach me now? How do you know how to write? Tang Yan asked happily.

I thought about it for a moment, and then I said, "Let's wait until I'm done with these lines, what, don't you have a class?" "

Tang Yan: "We have a physical education class in the afternoon. "

I groaned.

Tang Yan: "Okay, just wait for you to finish writing, I'll talk to a few girls over there, at the horizontal bar, and come back later." "

I said, "Okay." "

That's it, a few simple lines of dialogue.

What I didn't expect was that I got into a big trouble, and it was still a trouble to change my fate!