hot summer gl

In the tedious things in reality.Although I'm free right now.

I said hello to Han and asked her to find a reliable hotel. It's no problem for me to live in her house by myself, but it's not suitable for one more person.

I tried to imagine the scene of the two of them meeting in the car, but I didn't expect it to be like this.As soon as Han saw us, she first looked at us with a strange look, God knows what strange things she was thinking.Then, she half pulled and half pushed me out of the hotel room.

girlfriend?She asked me, and I was caught off guard by the question, and I didn't react right away.

But she took this as my acquiescence, and was very proud of her own judgment.Ha, let me just say, who wants to bring it to me personally, not only that, but two people from my family came to the hotel.Is it a single room?She has no metaphors, how can she still look like a people's teacher at this time?

I was speechless immediately, stop!I said, she is just my friend, don't think too much.

She put her hands on my shoulders in a serious manner.Jin, don't worry, I won't look down on you, who made us best friends.Don't deny it!Don't think I don't know you like girls!

I pushed away her approaching face, just about to refute her, when Lan appeared behind me at some point.

I think you are really mistaken.

Hearing her voice, I was inexplicably embarrassed. Judging from her words, she must have heard everything.Han also had an embarrassed expression on the opposite side of me. I turned my head to look at Lan. Her face was calm and breezy, but I felt that her figure was hiding an imperceptible indifference.I suddenly couldn't guess what she was thinking, and she also felt embarrassed?or something else?

☆, the back

Two days later, I returned to Xiaodong, Lan left Guangxi the day before me.Maybe it's because of the little episode before, I always feel that Lan's attitude towards us is much colder, it's still the kind of deliberate coldness, no matter how dull I am, I can still feel it.

She reminded me of the sophomore period in high school. One night, my old friends and the others were chatting in the dormitory.At that time, our school had very few dormitories, and there were more than a dozen people living in one dormitory.One sentence per person is so lively.Back then, when campus novels were popular, they somehow changed from hero and heroine to male and female, and then turned into female and female again.

I once saw such a picture, the logo on the map is like this: the redder the color in the picture, the more anti-same.When I glanced at it, the color of Guangxi Province was almost crimson.

During that chat, I didn't hum a word, and an invisible sense of isolation was imposed on me.I also just put my headphones on and pretended to be asleep.

They won't know, and won't think of me.In their eyes, I was just a silent ordinary girl.From that moment, or earlier, I was isolated by my own inferiority complex.

I sighed and looked out the window. The sun was blocked by dark clouds and the weather was still hot. It was a day for me to go out.I decided to go pick up my furniture plans.

I still go to the original supermarket because it is near.After shopping all afternoon, I brought back modern furniture, except for the air conditioner and wardrobe, I decided to keep the old wardrobe.No reason, I just love it.I feel like I have no taste.

Originally, I thought that the rest of my life would be like this, living a normal life without surprises or traumas.Occasionally, on a whim, I go to the street to buy some food, and watch TV alone with Coke. Although there is nothing to watch, at least there is some sound.Occasionally when I feel depressed, I go to the top of the building to look at the mountains in the distance. After being surrounded by reinforced concrete cities for too long, the real greenery becomes extremely precious.It's a pity that people always understand this truth after destroying it.

To be fair, the environment here is not a little worse than it was a few years ago.I used to hear from the teacher that they always liked to go to the riverside to play games when they were young, but now, they don't even want to go.The reason is naturally because of the garbage problem.I also went to the riverside with my classmates on weekends. We first climbed a hill called "Dachongling". It is said that it was because there used to be tigers there.

I don't know if it was there before, but I know it isn't now.There are only artificially planted eucalyptus trees and half-digged mountains on the mountain.

After that, we went down the mountain, followed a dirt road to the river, crossed the river from a dangerous-looking stone bridge, and then went downstream, where the waterway widened and the water was relatively deep.There are boatmen on the shore, supporting simple bamboo rafts, which can be rowed to the opposite bank in just a few minutes.If you go further down the stream, you can see another bridge.To be honest, it is also a good choice to watch the scenery on the bridge in the early morning or evening.

But when I thought about school, I realized that it was almost August.Fortunately, I have prepared for my teaching career, which is commonly known as "going through the back door".For me, why not do something that others can solve with a single sentence?I'm not a person with high self-esteem.Besides, compared to others going through the back door, at most I was led to the back door, and the door was still closed.

I called my relatives who were teaching at the school, and I said I wanted to go back to school and teach.

He agreed without saying a word.

Sooner or later, time will prove that I stayed by strength.I told myself.

However, when I was looking forward to the coming September, Lan, who had been silent for a long time, sent me an e-mail, a very long letter.I got it at nine o'clock in the evening, when I had just finished eating.After reading the letter, I went to take a shower.With wetness all over my body, I read it again, and the mood of crying is the same as before.

She wrote it at the beginning.

Jin.Literally.

I think we may not be able to see each other again.

I don't think you know why, but you just have to remember, it's not your fault, it's mine.I always think that as long as I don't mention some things, it will be as if they never happened, but I still can't pass the test in my heart.

I didn't intend to hear your conversation that day. If I could, I would rather I never heard it.Jin, how I wish you were like an ordinary woman.But I, like your friend, saw it from the beginning.Jin, people's eyes can't deceive people. Although I am younger than you, I think you are the innocent one.You are always too close to yourself and never take the initiative to contact others.

Perhaps because of this, you only see one side of the people around you.I know that if you refuse to make friends, you also refuse to step into this complicated society.

I also want to say that you were the first person I reached out to.Maybe you don't know how lonely and lonely your back was that day.So I couldn't help saying hello to you. When you turned around and said hello, and I looked into your eyes, I knew that we would be good friends.I thought you'd make me suppress my fear of women.Yes, for a while you did, and I felt so happy and at ease with you.

Look at me, I haven't gotten to the point after talking so much.But the story starts when I was a child, if you can read on.

I think you've also discovered that I have almost no female friends.It's not because I'm sociable, it's because of my mother.

My mother is a very beautiful model.And my father is a civil servant, he is also tall and handsome.In the eyes of outsiders, I have two excellent parents and a happy family. My friends have always envied me since I was a child.But Jin, only I know that this is all an illusion.

My mother never smiles at home, and she is even cynical towards my father, and is nicer to me, she just doesn't care about me at all.The eyes that look at me are always so strange.

I couldn't figure it out, so I ran to ask my father.My father always shook his head and said that he didn't know why.

I don’t know if you guessed the following story?It's a cheesy story, but it's also true.

As I grew older, I gradually discovered the clues.When I knew the truth, I just blamed my mother for deceiving me and deceiving my father.Really ridiculous, isn't it?My mother actually loved a woman.Since then, I have developed an unspeakable dislike for homosexuality.

Jin, I said you are innocent, and so is my mother.But it cannot be denied that that incident has been ingrained in my heart and cannot be replaced.Because I love my mother so much, I long for her to treat me like other people's mothers.When hope is dashed, my world crumbles with it.I couldn't help hating my mother and sympathizing with her.

Each of us lives in this world, and there is always helplessness that cannot be told to others. Who can say who is more sad?

Jin, I've said so much, I think you understand.It's really none of your business, I... I think I should go see a doctor.If you are still willing to wait for me, please don't say anything.

treasure.

Lan.

After reading the letter, I turned off the phone.The room was very stuffy, the windows were not open and the curtains were closed tightly, hot sweat or tears rolled down my face.My brain is almost blank, as if wandering in an invisible ocean.When I came back to my senses, the white smoke was half burned on my fingertips, and the gray ash fell on my feet, which did not hurt.

Yes, I am smoking, no one knows I am in this habit, I always hide it very well.I never smoke in public or in front of friends or relatives.But I need it now, Lan is right, I am a person who does not take care of my body.

To be honest, I'm not a big smoker.Because I remembered that the last time I smoked was a year ago, the night before I was coming to Guizhou.

I sat by the window and stared out at the dark street.I turned off the lights in the room, I don't care if anyone sees me at the moment, I just want to stay in a dark environment.Just like I did when my parents died.

Time passes quietly at my fingertips, which is a very vague concept.I don't know how long I sat there, I just suddenly recalled the day I met Lan.

I moved to the dormitory arranged by the school that day, and I felt overwhelmed standing downstairs.And she just came back from outside with a bag of apples in her hand.

Hi.She greeted me behind my back, and I turned to look at her, and I was amazed by her appearance.But it's just for a moment, I don't think my expression is very rude.

Hello.I replied slowly.

Are you a new teacher?I saw that the smile on her face deepened, and she looked at my luggage again, her eyes stayed on the exposed ukulele for a while, and then she looked at my face with a very light gaze, which would not let me feel stressed.

Do you need help?she finally asked me.

I didn't refuse. In fact, I wanted to ask her where my dormitory was, because the location given by the school was too vague.

My luggage won't, and the two of them just took a trip and just finished it.She didn't go back immediately, but just stood not far from me and said, we will be neighbors in the future, a music teacher, how about you?

language.I said, and we exchanged names afterwards.Then she told me that a retired teacher used to live here.She also said that the teacher always walked around in the middle of the night, but luckily I came.

I didn't know what to do next, so I just smiled back.

Want an apple?she asked me.

I naturally shook my head.

This is the whole process of my acquaintance with her, a very ordinary process.After that, she always met me by chance.Our contact gradually increased.I always feel like we hit it off and never see each other again, and I don't know if that's the case with her.But it is undeniable that we agree on many things and have quite the same hobbies.I have never met friends who are so compatible.

Even if it's Han, I'm more accommodating to her.

But now, she actually said, Jin, I think we may not be able to meet again.

With just a dozen or so simple words, I can read her deep entanglements and struggles.But I think, if it were me, a homophobic and homophobic psychopath.I don't know what to do either.

But, Lan, where do you put our one-year friendship?I suddenly resented her for telling me the truth.Even if we don't contact each other slowly, it's better than telling me the truth.

I carefully recollected what she said, comparing my memory that was constantly beautified by memories.The people I experienced, and her.Their faces are blurred in my mind, but the only thing that is certain is that I think they are all clean.Even this small town that is unknown to the outside world, and the school that has changed over the past century, I think it is good.

That's probably why I want to come back.

The smoke burned out on my fingertips, and when the pain hit, I subconsciously let go.The last spark of the cigarette butt finally went out.

I ordered another one for myself and took a deep breath.I said to myself, forget it, tomorrow will still be the same.She said who can say who is more sad?

I remembered what Moyin said in the article, who can comfort whom.Everyone is secretly full of holes.

☆, school

When I woke up the next day, I found that the pillow was wet, and I thought sadly that my body was more honest than me.I saw my face in the mirror, with swollen eye bags and obvious signs of crying.The whole face looked listless and old-fashioned.

Although, I'm only 24 years old.

I remembered a dream I had one night in high school. It was absurd but real, and the dream was full of sadness. The protagonist was me, and the other protagonist was unspeakable.But when I woke up most of the conversation was gone, only the tears were real.I only remember one sentence, the person in the dream said, forget it, see you later.

The extension of reality in dreams, I always remember this sentence, but I firmly believe that this will never exist.Even if I really love her, I will never confess to her.

This is not cowardice, but I clearly understand my heart.What's more, speaking the words is just turning that hazy affection into a joke, and I don't expect her to remember me.

After washing up, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast for myself. It was nothing but reheating the leftover dishes from last night.When I was eating alone in front of the TV, I found that I couldn't bear the loneliness I should have been used to.

Must be because of that email from last night.I chew my food and think dispassionately.

The mood of gloom lasted until lunch break.I have always had the habit of taking a nap, which I probably picked up when I was a student.But today, I was like an insomniac, tossing and turning but not being able to fall asleep.So I played a song for myself.The lead singer sang in his usual vigorous and sad voice:

Andally you wishing well fools with your fortunes

someone should send you a rose with love from a friend

it's nice to hear from you again it's nice to hear from you again

And the storybook comes to close and the storybook comes to an end

Gonearetheribbonsandbowsgone with ribbons and curtain calls

Thingsstorememberplacestogothose things to remember and places to go

At the end of the song, the melody lingered in my mind. Only now did I realize how much I love Lan.Not the kind between lovers, I cherish her more than myself.I choose not to contact because I want to keep the best memories in my mind.Maybe I have already seen the problem between the two of us, and it can be explained from the strange eyes and clever temptations she occasionally looks at me.

Yet I made the same mistake as she did.

I thought running away would solve everything.I should have known that any balance would be upset, such as Han's outspokenness.It's all just a matter of time.

On the day I came back from Nanning, Han sent me a text message to apologize, but I ignored it after reading it, because I didn't know how to reply.I admit, I angered Han.

But now, having figured everything out, I can finally reply her calmly.I write like this: It's not your fault.She has her choice and I choose to respect it.

Han's text message was also quickly replied, what choice?She doesn't want you anymore?Han Yi used to reply imaginatively.

You think too much.I won't tell you anymore, I'll take a nap.I replied.Then I turned my phone to silent, continued to listen to my English songs, and waited to fall asleep.As for whether Han understands the content of those words, it is not within the scope of my consideration.

Time has come unhurriedly to the end of August.The concept of this period is very vague to me. I just repeat the life of the previous day. I usually have nothing to do in the morning. I practice guitar for an hour at noon. Yes, I bought a new guitar.After visiting several piano stores, I found a white guitar similar to mine.After practicing the piano, I started to take a nap at an uncertain time.Sometimes I wake up at five o'clock in the afternoon.I always close the curtains when I take a nap.The drowsy atmosphere in the afternoon, the soft orange light in the room, the empty and silent floor.Being in it, there is always an illusion of being isolated from the world.

And at night, when I have insomnia—maybe it’s just a nap or maybe—not even a glass of red wine can save me.Just when I was considering whether to buy sleeping pills, Han sent me a text message saying that she was going back to school.I just realized that September is almost here.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and finally I don't have to face these walls anymore.Although there are two tenants in my house, they only go to the top floor at noon to dry clothes, and at that time, I am usually locked in the door.As far as I am concerned I am still alone.If this goes on like this, maybe I will get depression.

When sorting out the previous textbooks at night, I felt so nervous and anxious, as if I was going to study or live in a new environment.Although I have stayed at my alma mater for six full years, I am familiar with every inch of it, except of course the new building of the school.

I haven't been back for five years, even if I came back for more than a month.I haven't been to school either.It's not because I'm lazy, I just want to dilute the nostalgia a little bit more.

According to my relative, the school recruited several teachers this year, all of whom were junior high school students except me.It is really not easy to put junior high school and high school together. My former Chinese teacher commented that: there are too many age groups, some are still elementary school mentality, and some are already adults.

Every year, the school recruits more senior high school freshmen classes than junior high school, so it is not surprising that the senior high school class number is dozens more than the junior high school.The school arranged two classes for me, 290 and 291.The class number after more than 100 years.

The students should have just finished their military training by now.

I think of us back then. August was the hottest weather here, and it was already unbearable to stand under the sun for a minute.Sweating.What impressed me the most was that one night, the instructor punished us to stand in a military posture because of our laziness. Although it was already night, we were miserable after being motionless for a long time, and our hands and feet were already stiff.Of course, no one dared to protest.

And just when I was lost in my mind, a girl called for a report.Report to the instructor that there are mosquito bites.She spoke in a low voice, so I couldn't hear her very well.Then the instructor seemed to say let her bear with it.At that time, we were standing under the longan tree in the school, which may attract flying mosquitoes.

A few minutes later, the girl said again, reporting to the instructor, the itching was dead.

This time, I heard her protest as thin as a mosquito, and burst into laughter uncontrollably, completely forgetting that I was still standing in a military posture.Fortunately, other girls also laughed with me, and the hearty laughter echoed in the summer night. I think the faces of other classes must be inexplicable.I saw an expression of suppressed smile on the instructor's face, and a look of annoyance and back-smile.He shouted: What are you laughing at?what's so funny!

Looking back now, I still can't help the smile spreading from the corner of my mouth, maybe you can't understand it.Some things can only be understood by yourself, and some things need to be written down, even if it is just for yourself.

But now, eight years have passed, and even the layer of skin that was tanned during military training has disappeared completely.Together with those most innocent years, they are blurred by time.I can only remember those moments of laughing together.

The next morning, I set off from home to school.When passing through the vegetable market, I ate breakfast there casually. There was a breakfast shop opened by a northerner, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk wontons and steamed buns.It is about 10 minutes away from my home to the school. Turn left from the intersection and enter Tongyu Road, which is said to be named after the school.There used to be a saying in our school: it was because the fish ponds in the school were filled that we copper fish could not become dragons.

As for the location of the fish pond in the past, they said it was just under the current playground.

When I stepped into the field of the school, I had to be amazed by the changes around it.I remember that it used to be mostly a grocery store, but now it has become a milk tea shop and noodle shop.The shopkeepers I used to be familiar with in those years may have changed several times.

I suddenly felt a sense of right and wrong.Although the school has largely remained unchanged.I stood at the gate of the school. The south gate is always open, so that the teachers who live here can come and go easily.Maybe because there was no formal class, the school police didn't even look at me, so I had to swagger in.

The school was founded in the 19th year of Guangxu Guisi and has been in existence for 121 years.

Entering the campus, the ancient buildings are the first to be seen. The gate of the academy is wide, with two red lanterns hanging on it.On the top is the stone engraving "Bronze Fish Academy", and on both sides the stone is engraved with a couplet "The land of meritorious service on the copper pillars, when the fish and dragons change".The so-called copper fish theory evolved from this.

I don't know what the teacher would think when he first came here and saw that this building was probably preserved from the Qing Dynasty.The school has refurbished the gate of the academy, and now it seems that it always feels a little less tasteful.Was the teacher alone then too?Will she also be a little overwhelmed, or a little disappointed?

Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing all this.

All I know is that going further inside is where the school works and holds meetings, and that's not my destination.

The school has set up the offices of all grades in the "Jianxun Building". The building is painted yellow and white, and the first floor and above are the senior three students. The name, I think, probably represents the school's expectations for the senior three students. .On the opposite side of it is a pink complex building.The library and reading room are here, but it is a pity that the opening time is too short.

I spent the next afternoon dealing with official business and had no time for other things.I haven't done something so hard for a long time, and I have been tormented by loneliness for a long time, and my heart has finally been distracted.

I really need to be lively.

According to the school's arrangements, this year's first year of high school was arranged in the West Teaching Building.There are ten classes in total, ranging from 84 to 93, and each class has about six to seventy students.To be honest, this math is a bit too much, and the result is naturally that the classroom becomes crowded, and there is even more carbon dioxide exhaled.I couldn't help but think of the "Century Building" in the junior high school. The entire junior high school was placed in a five-story building with a total of 70 classes, which was just right.

☆, school 2

The first class that the school arranged for me was in the third quarter of the morning, when the systematic schedule had not yet appeared.I think, fortunately, it wasn't the self-study class last night.

Since going back to school, I can't help but think of my teacher.Memory is scary. Sometimes we forget what we did a few days ago, but things from years ago or even longer ago are clearly discernible, as if they were yesterday.

I still remember the scene of the first evening self-study in the first year of high school.That day I was wearing a dark blue dress and my hair was loose. It was obviously not a wise decision, because I didn't expect the summer night in September to be so hot, even though my hair was half shorter than it is now.

Later, our class teacher came, and we met him during military training.He briefly introduced himself, and then arranged for us to be in the first row of the first group.After that, he asked a few boys to move the books, and it was almost the end of get out of class after the books were distributed.The head teacher asked our classmates in the front row to clean up the trash.

When I returned to my seat, sweating profusely, the teacher came.To this day, I still remember that she was wearing a white dress that day, with slanted bangs, she had waist-length hair and fair skin.I forgot what she said, probably introducing herself or something.From her Mandarin and fair complexion, I can be sure that she is not a local.When you walk on Xiaodong Street, the chance of meeting beautiful women is even lower than the chance of winning the lottery.

Later, I don't know who said that the teacher is indeed not a local.She is my idea of ​​going to Guizhou.

At that time, I listened absent-mindedly until she said, is there any classmate who wants to introduce himself so that I can get to know each other?

I suddenly woke up, but I just thought indifferently, it's not me anyway.However, the so-called "extreme joy begets sorrow" is like this.I don't know that the person who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal suggested that we start from the first!

And I'm that number one.

The teacher looked at me, and I had to stand up.I think my expression must have been very bewildered at the time, but in fact, I want to say, teacher, even if I say it later, you won’t remember it later, not to mention, you may not understand what we say.Of course, I couldn't say these words.

The teacher is looking at me with what seems to be encouragement and expectation.I became inexplicably nervous and stumbled to say my name.Later it turned out that the two points I said before were fulfilled.The teacher really didn't understand our names very well, and she couldn't remember our names either.

Because, even after most of the semester, she still always calls her by the name of her department representative.

This is the end of the memory of the first meeting with the teacher. The memory after eight years still touches my heart as before, although it is nothing special.

I sat in a corner of the office trying to recall it without emotion, but I was still stuck in it.Until someone taps me on the shoulder and I look back to see a face older than I remember.Yet I recognized him immediately.The head teacher who only taught me for one year, because I chose liberal arts in the second year of high school, and finally passed by physics and chemistry students, including my teacher.

I heard from the senior that there is a new teacher, is it you?He pulled up a stool and sat down next to me, obviously recognizing me too.In five years, there are still many things that have not changed, such as the display wall of all the teachers in the school, all the teachers who taught me are still there, except her.

I was a little surprised to see you just now, I never thought you would be willing to come back to school.he tells me.

There is nothing unexpected.I smiled at him, how is the teacher doing recently?

This and that.You are also a teacher now, so stop calling me that.He also laughed, by the way, I heard you graduated from a normal school?

Ok.

Not bad.He half-jokingly said, so that I can brag to them again about the students I have taught.

I think of a sentence that teachers often say, it is really not as good as one generation.

He also said, I always wanted to ask you, why didn't you choose science?Your science grades are also good.

How should I put it, maybe I prefer liberal arts.I prevaricate.Many times a choice can determine a lifetime.But I am a person who never regrets.

We chatted for half an hour after that, and from the conversation I could probably piece together the changes in the school over the past five years.And when I wandered around the campus, this sense of right and wrong was even more clear.The tile-roofed house that had been in disrepair for a long time was demolished, and even the humble canteen was renovated, although I could still find dried milk tablets for [-] cents inside.Only the trees planted around the stadium have remained unchanged since ancient times, the phoenix tree, the kapok tree, and a few trees that I can't name.

Every year before and after the college entrance examination, the phoenix flowers bloom, and the bright red flowers bloom overnight, and they look like fire from a distance.I remembered another saying that has been passed down for a long time in the school: the better the phoenix flowers bloom, the more people in high school.

Of course, this is just superstition.

But it is undeniable that Fenghuanghua is indeed a landscape of the school.Many students chose the graduation photo scene there.Beside the phoenix tree, there are several trees with blue-purple flowers. When the flowers cover the court and runway, it is another scenery.In addition to the side of the court, there is also a tree in front of the complex that we commonly call "Shuifantao". The fruit is edible and has white and slender stamens. When you walk into the field, you can smell a pear-like fragrance. smell.

It's a pity that the school does not allow climbing trees, and most of the fruits can only wait until they are fully ripe and then rot.

But now, there are no flowers or fruits on campus.I did come back a bit late.

The head teacher looked at the time and said, it's almost time for my class, so let's go first.

I forgot to mention that he is now the head teacher of 90 and also teaches biology.Except for the different class number, everything is the same as before, but I believe that I will never meet such a unique her again.my teacher.

I miss her and miss my beautiful and pure high school life.I miss her and my decadent high school life.I miss her and miss my senior year of high school where I was studying like crazy.

I sat in the office in a daze, the sun outside should be very dazzling, with scorching heat waves and an exclusive summer atmosphere.The seasons in Guangxi are not so clear, usually after summer it seems to go directly to winter after autumn.

After the school bell rang twice, I didn't think about my class.Part of the reason is that the school changed the bell, from a monotonous bell to a pleasant melody, and said: Teacher, you have worked hard.It is exactly the same as the one in the elementary school next door, but the start and end times of the elementary school are so different that I mistook it.

To be honest, I have thought about the appearance of the students I have to face. Will they be like me at the beginning, who had hope in high school, wanted to make a big splash, but were disappointed and decadent in the mountain of textbooks and dismal grades?

I have no idea.But I know that's how I was.In my sophomore year of high school, I lost my desire/desire to study and became a slave to my mobile phone.Teachers in high school, especially those who teach liberal arts, don't care much about students.I've had my phone for almost a year and no one has pointed it out.

When I came to the blue-and-white Western education school, what puzzled me was that except for a school doctor's office, the rest of the ground floor was actually a dormitory for junior high school boys.Forget it, I thought, it's none of my business.Who makes school dormitory always not enough.

Didn't my six years of living in the dorm also squeezed together with a group of girls.It is hot in summer and cold in winter. If you want to take a hot bath, you have to carry a bucket across half of the school to fetch water and bring it back.So every winter, you can see groups of girls meeting to fetch water.Most of the boys endure the torture of cold water in winter, and I am also one of them. I still used to take cold water when I was in college.

No wonder the school teachers always say that you are here to suffer, not to enjoy.

I came to the third floor, the third room is Class 90, and the next door is 91.Later these two classes became sibling classes.

When I entered the classroom, there were still students making noise in the classroom, this group of students with wheat-colored skin.After seeing my new face, I became abnormally quiet.When I went out this morning, I purposely put on a non-student outfit and tied my long hair behind my head, so there must be nothing to hide from others.

I didn't speak, and quickly looked around the classroom.The blackboard used before was replaced by a whiteboard, and the chalk was replaced by a large water-based pen.Only the wooden desk and chair have not changed.I remembered that when I sat in the front row, I had to endure the chalk dust in every class, and I felt that they were much happier.But then I discovered that water-based pens also have disadvantages. Every time I wipe the whiteboard, the palm will be stained dark blue.

The students started making noise again, they were probably guessing who I was because I didn't bring any books with me.

I wrote down my surname on the whiteboard. I looked at them and said, my surname is Lin, and I will be your Chinese teacher from now on. You can call me Teacher Lin.

There was an uproar, I heard them ask me questions, all kinds of questions