Shan Wenting has really worked hard, but she still can't get her mind back. The banner "100-day countdown to the high school entrance examination" is about to be hung up at the end of the semester.

Exposed to the sun and rain, it has even begun to be mottled.

She knew that the banner would not disappear into thin air. It will be left alone until the next semester, when it is in a dilapidated state, and then it will be removed.

Replace it with something like "Celebrate the XX Teacher's Day, or warmly congratulate our school on the excellent results of this year's high school entrance examination, or warmly celebrate the National Day...... and so on.

I was sad in an instant.

You see, from the day this piece was hung up, it began a life of uncle not loving and grandmother.

It was hung up in obscurity, and then it was aged in obscurity in the corners of the campus, fried, torn off, and replaced with a new banner.

Then it hides in a corner and slowly decays, going through this short life.

Behold, the edges of this poor banner are beginning to fray. It's so lonely and melancholy, it's pulled here for people to see.

It has nowhere to go and nowhere to go. It silently endured the wind and rain every day until its body was broken.

It's so pathetic!

The under-eyes are about to start to moisten.

The English teacher told her to stand up and read.

Do you want to ask your brother's classmates? Crazy? Who has someone transferred in the second semester of the third year of junior high school?

Would you like to ask Mom and Dad? It seems that Mom and Dad actually know some of the reasons. But how do you talk to your parents about this?

Do you want to just ask your brother's homeroom teacher? How to ask? In what capacity do you ask?

After reading it, the girl who was reclining in front of the window was so sad that she was so tormented that she couldn't sit still. She stared at the subtle wood-grain grooves on the table with empty eyes, counting left and right, but she couldn't count the reason.

"I'm going to have a midterm exam soon, students, and the midterm is coming soon, and the end of the semester is coming soon, and after the final exam, you will be the third year of junior high school next semester."

The English teacher admonished everyone sitting in a serious voice, and turned the boy's head white. While standing on the edge of the podium, he looked meaningfully at Shan Wenting who was sitting by the window.

There are a total of 137 of these subtle wood grain gullies on the solid wood tabletop! That's right, Shan Wenting took notes carefully. I was preparing to start counting the two hundred and ninety-fourth times.

At the same table, Xie Wanjun slapped her elbow heavily and asked: Didn't you hear?

"Huh? Hear what? She stared at Xie Wanjun's round face with a confused expression.

"It's nerve-wracking to be your tablemate, I have to help you cover and help you listen to the radio." Xie Wanjun's round face faintly climbed with a trace of dissatisfaction.

It seems that I have completely forgotten that it is precisely because I am at the same table. The fact that all the snacks that had been fed were eaten by her near the water for nearly half of the time.

She turned around in a daze, the girl's curiosity still completely defeated her disdain for Xie Wanjun's expression and tone.

So she grabbed Xie Wanjun's arm and began to shake: Our Wanjun is the most kind-hearted, beautiful and generous, and everyone loves flowers and flowers.

Anyway, you remember, Bao, all the good in this world is not as good as you, if you are not good, I might as well not ...... this world

blinked with a serious face, starry eyes, and opened the river. If she didn't look at her expression, she almost believed it, convincing both herself and the other party. I was convinced.

Xie Wanjun's eyes were half rolled and the class bell rang. She turned her head and stuck in the classroom before the teacher entered the classroom and whispered, You have a letter in the school delivery room, remember to pick it up after school.

There was a dreary and awkward atmosphere in the air. Shan Wenting directly pounded the plate of winter melon fried meat in front of her into winter melon soup with small chopsticks.

Mother Shan held the bowl in her hand, and the chopsticks nodded on the plate, and then silently angrily pouted at Shan Dad.

Shan Dad sat on the sofa by the door, swallowing clouds and pretending to be blind, completely forgetting his promise that no guests would smoke in front of his wife and daughter at home.

"You did it on purpose!" Shan Wenting angrily came to a conclusion, then poured all the fried meat with winter melon soup into her bowl, and lowered her head to grill rice.

"It's too late, it's just too late, it's really not intentional." Mother Shan said carefully. Then she put the bowl on the table seemingly casually, and stopped eating. The bottom of the bowl slammed on the dining table with a soft "bang".

This soft sound was like the movement of a bullet loading, which made Shan Dad's brows jump violently. He sighed slightly, snuffed out his cigarette butt and pondered for a few seconds.

Then he raised his voice and shouted to his daughter: What is deliberately intentional? I think you did it on purpose! Do you think that no one really told us about your performance in school?

Taking advantage of his daughter's action of picking up rice, he paused slightly, and lowered his voice and said: Academics are important, what is academics? It's learning that is the first priority. Things other than studying, the future will be long, right?

Mother Shan coughed lightly.

Shan Dad got up from the sofa and waved his hand a little irritably: Don't be sloppy with me, don't you know what children are thinking now?

Like who hasn't been young, you come and tell me, why did that little slippery head Zhang Saiwen change schools, and you have no intention of learning all day long?

Your teacher told me that sometimes you were "wandering around the whole class." ”

Yes, your mother said that upstairs and downstairs will inevitably have feelings. I'm not against having feelings, I'm against having feelings and it doesn't affect your learning! Do you understand?

The originally pleasant tone became high-pitched again.

"It's not what you think!" There is no more food in Shan Wenting's bowl.

But she can't put down the bowl, and if she puts down the bowl now, her whole expression will be exposed to her parents' eyes. She wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

"Tell me what we think? And tell me what you think again? Let's analyze the difference? ”

Mother Shan sat across the table, her voice not loud but revealing unquestionable. She tried to use the gentlest tone possible, but she said the most cruel words.

Shan Wenting felt that she was forced into a corner by her parents. The rabbit is in a hurry and bites, what do you mean by forcing me into a corner without leaving a way out?

Let me think about it, I think I'll have to find an opening.

When I saw her, I put down the dishes and chopsticks and pressed my little hand on the table. He stood up with a huff on his face, and then rushed straight into his parents' bedroom.

Like a well-trained hound, he sees and listens. The top of the wardrobe has just been checked. Mom's voice came from the dining room lazily: Don't look around, look at the floor at the foot of the bed.

A yellow oiled paper wrap was pulled out from under the bed. The familiar handwriting on the oil paper reads: Sister Tingting, the third year of junior high school. The lower right paragraph is: Your brother Zhang Saiwen.

She picked up the package and threw it onto the table. The dust drifted towards the living room centered in the dining room.

Shan Wenting trembled around her father and lifted her schoolbag from the sofa.

Unzipped, pulled out a piece of letter and handed it to Dad, his voice was like a gnat but he stubbornly said: Anyway, it's not what you think.

After speaking, he ran away with a cigarette with his schoolbag on his back.