The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On November 2008, 11, it was cloudy in winter

The north wind reciprocates a few cold

May it be melancholy is madness

Yanhe has been so busy these two days that his feet don't touch the ground. Things are like newborn leeks. After one crop is harvested, another crop will come again. There seems to be no end.He didn't care about Hokuriku either.

He knew that Hokuriku liked reading very much, so he collected books for him that he should be able to understand basically, to relieve his boredom.

Hokuriku reads 365 or 300 books a year, ranging from astronomy to geography.

He also likes to take notes, and those notes are his treasures.In the past, the Chinese teacher always sighed with emotion for the depth of his composition, and the history teacher was even more amazed at his knowledge reserve.

These are things that Yanhe cannot learn.

One is that Yanhe didn’t have the patience to sit there and read for a long time without moving. When he was a child, his mother sent him to learn painting. During the one-hour class, he could not be idle for a moment. In the end, the teacher’s comments could only say that the child is lively , it is recommended to choose one that suits his interests.Ms. Zhao, Yanhe's mother, had no choice but to give up.

The second is that Yan He is not interested in these masterpieces at all, he would rather squat in a small bookstore by the street to read messy comic books.I also don't want to interpret the meaning between the lines in a serious way.

Hokuriku found several books under his pillow early in the morning, and the top one was "China Shock", one of the famous professor's "Thinking China Trilogy" series.

Bei Lu took the book and casually flipped through it, but his mind wandered aimlessly.

These days, Yanhe is basically busy with work during the day. To be honest, his workload is really heavy, and he is in a state of being on the verge of collapse every day. I don't know how he persisted.

Speaking of Yanhe before, Beilu didn't believe that he could do such a cumbersome job well.

When he was in school, Yanhe always hid behind Beilu, reading miscellaneous books in the book wall he built himself, or just fell asleep, and was basically out of shape in class.

He has no patience for many things, as long as he can get by.

Even the most important study, he relies seven points on talent, two points on luck, and one point on Hokuriku's class notes.

Beilu saw Yanhe squatting in front of his house that time in the morning, but he basically didn't see him afterwards.

Yan He still slept in his own sleep.

He didn't get up in a hurry until he really had to get up, and took a couple of breakfasts to deal with the matter, then stepped on his cool bicycle and rushed towards the school as if flying.

Take a seat at the last second of stepping on the bell.

And Hokuriku has often been sitting in classrooms for four to 10 minutes.

Once on the way, Yanhe's bicycle chain fell off.

He threw the car at the auto repair shop and ran all the way.

When he was seated, the bell rang until the last second.

Behind his back, Yan He was panting heavily, and he still smelled of the scallion pancakes made by his grandma.

And the youthful atmosphere exuded by the teenager after a lot of exercise.