Fall in love with summer flamingos

In early December, the first snow fell in S City. This year's first snow came later than usual. During the break, Gu Shiye had just finished solving a math problem for a classmate. Since he had been promoted to the top of the grade in the last monthly exam, the loudmouth Meng Zhao accidentally let it slip that he had solved the problems for the two of them several times, which made them suddenly enlightened, so they later went to find a place to make up for the lessons.

Although it was a roundabout way to go back, it still attracted many hardworking but less talented classmates to ask questions to Gu Shiye. Every day, two or three classmates would take turns to come over and politely ask the top student to take a few minutes during the break to help them solve a problem and help them with the college entrance examination.

At this moment, Gu Shiye put down the pen in his hand, twisted his sore wrist, and curled his fingers to relieve the fatigue caused by holding the pen for a long time. He liked to take notes in class and was used to holding the pen very hard when writing, so sometimes his fingers would cramp occasionally after writing for a long time.

The root cause of this habit was that when he was in primary school, he wrote a composition. In order to facilitate revisions and avoid using correction paper, he always wrote the composition with pencil. As a result, when it was time to hand in the homework, he found that all the content written on it had been erased by his younger brother with a rubber boat. He leaned his little head over the composition book to read it, wanting to write it again. His eyes almost drilled into the book and he couldn't see what he had written before. The composition was called "My Mother". In a fit of anger, he tore up the two pages of paper, picked up a pencil and wrote an article "My Brother". After that, he was criticized by the teacher. The head teacher also called his father and asked them to pay more attention to their children's mental health.

After school that day, his father didn't let him have dinner, saying that he didn't act like a big brother at all. He asked him to write a 500-word apology letter to his younger brother, saying that he should understand that family disgrace should not be made public. As for his younger brother erasing his composition, he said the same thing: apologize to his brother.

At night, he and his dog in the yard were hungry. He made a mistake, so his favorite dog had to go hungry with him.

He looked at the falling snow outside the window, and with the sound of someone beside him, he recalled his thoughts that drifted back to the past. He turned his head and saw his deskmate chatting with him facing the horse garden behind him.

"Wow...is this true? Was this all bought for you by your grandfather?" Su Yangxia asked.

"Really? You see, there are all kinds of things. Hurry up and pick one. Class will start soon." Ma Yuan stared at him and urged

"You can open a supermarket here, no wonder you're so full of food..." Su Yangxia looked at the snacks scattered on his table, all kinds of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and crispy...

"Hehe, that won't work. My grandfather asked me to study now and said he would invest in me to start a big business after I graduate," said Ma Yuan.

"Come on, Ma Yuanyuan!" Su Yangxia took a bag of Maltesers, a pack of chewing gum, and a can of Wangzai milk from his desk.

He turned around and patted Gu Shiye, "Here... for you."

Gu Shiye looked at the chewing gum he handed over and asked, "Why are you giving me chewing gum?"

"Chew it when you are empty-handed and swallow it at the same time. It can also quench your thirst. You have been talking too much while solving problems recently," said Su Yangxia.

"I can drink water directly," said Gu Shiye.

Su Yangxia poked him again, looking impatient and said, "Hurry up, don't you hate going to the toilet..."

Gu Shiye slowly took the chewing gum and put it in the pocket of his down jacket.

"Your red down jacket really makes you look whiter." Su Yangxia looked carefully at the clothes he was wearing today.

Gu Shiye glanced back at him and said calmly, "You look really fair too. The difference between black and white makes you look especially fair."

Su Yangxia sneered and pushed him. "Your uncle, you know how to slander others, don't you?"

"Well, I learned it from you. You are also very white," Gu Shiye said with a smile.

As the school bell rang, Gu Shiye heard him say, "Lend it to me someday."