Qin Mi'er only scored 5 points for the essay "One of the Most Memorable Things", bidding farewell to the life of the fourth grade of primary school, and also to the young and beautiful homeroom teacher Yin Xiaoxia and the teacher Liu Fuhui, who taught mathematics.

Teacher Yin Xiaoxia belongs to a classical beauty like Lin Daiyu, but she prefers to wear one-inch drop-shaped fashion earrings.

Qin Miao'er's best friend Chen Lili in elementary school remembers that during a self-study, the sun was shining and everyone was immersed in homework, but the young and touching teacher Yin Xiaoxia walked lightly from the podium to the window on the left hand side - because there is a two-meter-eight high earthen wall about a foot outside the classroom, so only the sun at about ten o'clock in the morning can shine its warm sunlight into the classroom. Suddenly, on a whim, she took off her pale brown crystal glasses.

I saw her holding the holder of her glasses and using the lenses to intercept the sun. Suddenly, the more she looked, the more fascinated she became, as the colorful light showed richer changes on the brown crystal.

Qin Mi'er also saw this scene, but she didn't think much about it.

She was not a discerning person, and in those years she only knew how to complete her study tasks, completely ignoring the beautiful scenery around her.

And the math teacher Liu Fuhui has fair skin, a plump body, and deep and charming eyes. She is a young teacher who disciplines her students as children. She has her own way of punishing students, such as after the exam, according to different types of questions, let such students with deducted points stand on the podium together, analyze the reasons for their own deductions, and if the circumstances are serious, let herself whip her own small handboard.

Once Qin Mi'er scored 99 points and made a mistake in the crossing arithmetic. She was named to stand on the podium, and with her, there was also Lei Liang, a member of the study committee.

Teacher Liu Fuhui saw the two of them standing on the podium together, and said sharply: "Even the oral arithmetic questions are wrong, where are the eyes?"

Qin Mi'er hurriedly lowered her head.

Teacher Liu said lightly: "You pull your eyelids ten times, and your eyes will be wider in the next exam." ”

Qin Mi'er gently tugged at her eyelids, and said unconvinced: 99 points also pull eyelids, why don't other lower scores pull it?

Teacher Liu seemed to have a pair of fiery eyes, and shouted: "Use some strength, haven't you eaten?"

Qin Mi'er shuddered, hurriedly raised her eyelids high, and then let go and put them down—in fact, it didn't hurt.

Qin Mi'er was secretly happy in her heart: Hehe, Teacher Liu is a paper tiger!

Finally, a few people walked off the podium, Qin Mi'er glanced at Lei Liang with a round face, his eyelids were crimson, and he couldn't help but get lucky: It seems that my movements are too gentle.

In fact, she didn't know that at this time she seemed to be wearing thick powder makeup.

Speaking of this boy named Lei Liang, he is Qin Miao'er's good friend and a "thorn in the eye" - because for several years, he and Qin Mi'er took turns to win the first and second places in the class, and even the class president and the study committee member also took turns to be the two of them.

Later, Qin Mi'er heard that he went to Nankai University to study medicine. The last time I saw him, it was on the bus to Mianzhu, and he didn't change anything from elementary school when he went to college, so that Qin Mi'er could blurt out fame.

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When Qin Mi'er was in the fifth grade, many students transferred from Woyun Primary School to "Beishan" Primary School.

At the same time, her kindergarten tablemate Luo Hua also came.

At the same time, Kitayama Elementary School opened a sixth grade, avoiding the "risk" that all students in the final year would be merged into the central school. After all, the road is far away, and the dropout rate will increase - if it weren't for this, Qin Mi'er would have been in junior high school at this time.

Teenage students also have their own hobbies.

For example, many students like to copy pop songs in their notebooks, and they also save the money for steaming rice in the canteen to buy celebrity stickers and paste them in their notebooks.

At that time, Yang Chao liked to sing pop songs the most, and every afternoon when she sang it, she would say to Qin Mi'er: "Sing "Wake Up Ten Minutes". ”

Qin Mi'er readily agreed, and asked her to teach herself how to sing the beginning - after all, she had never even heard these songs. Although her mother sang karaoke at home every day, Qin Miaoer always locked herself in the most silent room to do her homework, turning a deaf ear.

When she first saw Yang Chao's notebook with many lyrics, she was surprised: beautiful lace was drawn, and there were many celebrity stickers of handsome guys and beauties that she couldn't name.

Speaking of this celebrity sticker, it's the same as the big head sticker we took ourselves today - in the next few years, Qin Mi'er likes to stick her head sticker everywhere.

This year, there are many female students who take wool from home to school, and then use the bamboo knots of a big broom to cut into crochet needles and knit woolen school bags.

Qin Mi'er saw that the schoolbag with a hollow pattern was very good-looking, so she also stole several colors of wool from home and brought it to the school to ask Ye Li to teach her to knit.

Ye Li first taught her how to use the bamboo knots of the big broom to make crochet needles, and then started from the needle, and then taught all kinds of stitches she knew to Qin Miao'er.

Qin Mi'er thought that she had a woolen bag, so she knitted it quickly.

Time flies, the Winter Games are approaching, and all village elementary schools have to rehearse group exercises to go to the central school to participate in the competition.

The group gymnastics of Beishan Primary School were responsible for many teachers such as Yin Xiaoxia, Huang Meng and Yu Ming. So the students who rehearsed the group exercises, the last class in the afternoon began, and the school day was extended.

There are still a few days to go before the competition, and on the day when the school uniformly distributes clothes, Qin Mi'er happily went home with purple sportswear with red and white stripes, but the weird atmosphere suddenly made her chest dull.

She hurriedly put down her schoolbag and clothes and instinctively walked to the backyard.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of crying coming from my mother-in-law's room.

Mi Xiao hurriedly walked in from the big dragon gate, said a word and left. "Big girl, your mother-in-law is dead. ”

Qin Mi'er's eyes suddenly swayed, and she could hear her breathing become muffled.

Her lead-soaked legs slowly climbed the stairs and into her grandmother's room.

Although her mother often said that "grandma likes my brother, and my brother will hold him in his arms when he is five or six years old, and ignore you" - but more than ten years later, Qin Mi'er found that in the photo, grandma was obviously holding herself in her hands.

At this time, Qin Miao'er stood at the door like a wooden man, watching the fourth uncle holding his mother-in-law in his arms, crying bitterly.

She herself wants to indulge her tears, after all, how can she not be sad when her loved one dies?

But she didn't cry, she had already learned to hide her feelings, and only stood silently at the door, shedding tears.

I don't know how long it took, countless footsteps continued to appear on the stairs, and then several people approached the room one after another.

Qin Mi'er, who was numb and weeping, raised her tired face, looked at the endless stream of people who rushed upstairs, moved slightly, and stood on the balcony - the dim lamp on the side of the street glowed with a tired light in the dark night.

She looked up at the starry sky and saw the last quarter moon hanging like a dagger in the sky, swallowing up all the stars around her.

Suddenly, Qin Mi'er felt as if the moon was cutting her pulse with a knife, making her feel the despair and helplessness of life and death for the first time.

Zhang Wenxiu's death made everyone in the Qin family scramble, and no one had the energy to care about what Qin Mi'er and Qin Dan were doing.

The evening breeze rustled the bamboo leaves in the corner of the yard, and in this season when it should be full of flowers, it sang an elegy for the cold winter.

Qin Mi'er looked at the brightly lit room, like a corpse that had lost its soul, and quietly squeezed over.

At the same time, no one noticed a small head that was only on the waist of the adults—that was Mi Zhi's daughter: Qin Dan.

When she was in kindergarten, she was also crowded outside the door, silently shedding tears.

It seems that the women of the Qin family don't know how to cry and make trouble, and they can only be sad secretly.

At this point, the bed was cleaned up, and only the bed frame remained. The original bedding was carried out the door by an aunt and thrown on the roof.

Qin Mi'er didn't understand what this meant?

I only heard someone say, "All the things used by the deceased will be thrown out for seven days and seven nights, and if no one wants them, they will be burned." ”

At this time, the eldest lady caught up from the courtyard below, and when he saw the fourth uncle crying with his mother-in-law, he hurriedly said: "Fourth, don't drop tears on your mother, otherwise she will not be able to reincarnate because of her worries in this life." ”

The fourth uncle didn't listen, still hugged his mother-in-law's body tightly, and finally reluctantly hugged his mother-in-law to Mazhazi in the pull of the eldest aunt. Then he wiped the tears and snot from his face with his sleeve, for fear that he would hurt his mother, who was already suffering from cancer, because of himself.

"Quickly carry two old benches and place them in the middle of the room. ”

So, the onlookers stood by the wall and made room.

The eldest widow and the aunts took out the clothes from the big box and changed them for the mother-in-law, during which the conversation of the adults let Qin Miaoer know that her mother-in-law also committed suicide by taking poison - because she had blood cancer and had several lumps on her thighs, on the first day of her death, Qin Miaoer went to her room after school to watch her eat porridge.

Zhang Wenxiu sat on a big chair - that chair was Pu Xiu's dowry.

As soon as she saw the porridge that Qin Deyun had scooped for herself on the table, she shook her head, looking very embarrassed.

In fact, she has been suffering from illness for a long time, and she has long given up eating, "It is difficult to drink water, and I can't swallow garlic seedlings at all." ”

Qin Miao'er pouted and said coquettishly: "Mother-in-law, can you eat something, how thin have you become?"

Seeing this, Pu Xiu deliberately wanted to separate Zhang Wenxiu's gods, and said with a smile: "Mom, the Yuanji belt I bought for you, are you useful?"

Zhang Wenxiu's skinny face, her eyes were gray, and she tried to smile - although that smile was ugly than crying. "Yes, it has some effect. ”

Then she scooped a mouthful of rice soup with a porcelain spoon with difficulty, slowly put it in her mouth, and then saw tears welling up in her godless eyes before swallowing the rice soup in her abdomen.

Qin Mi'er walked to the small table, sandwiched a piece of tofu for her mother-in-law, and said with a smile: "Mother-in-law, try mixing some tofu." ”

Zhang Wenxiu nodded and tried hard to eat a small bowl of porridge. "I haven't eaten so much in days, but today I suddenly feel better. ”

Qin Mi'er said innocently: "If you are better, it means that you will be better, mother-in-law, you will definitely be fine." ”

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Zhang Wenxiu's last meal was still vivid in Qin Miao'er's heart, but she had long since disappeared.

Qin Mi'er could only see countless tears blocking her vision, and she felt the heartache of liquid rolling on her cheeks.

Suddenly, tears accidentally dripped onto her lips, and she opened her mouth slightly and licked them with her tongue - it turned out that the tears were salty.