moon like rain

The tense and compact high school life of the two started like this.

Ruoshui Middle School is a well-known local middle school, and the usual study pressure is also very high. Xiao Mengqian only often practiced painting in the self-study room when she was in the second year of high school. When she entered the third year of high school, Xiao Mengqian arranged her own time. I go to the studio to paint in the afternoon, and make appointments with Ji Hefang to study in the library on Saturdays and Sundays.

But one morning, after the class bell rang, a black car stopped at the gate of the school. At the gate of the school at this time, the principal, deputy principal and the school's art teacher stood at the gate to welcome them. Several people in formal clothes Standing at the door with a respectful demeanor attracted the attention of passers-by.

Principal Feng Ping naturally also noticed the looks of passers-by. Although his face was serious, he wished to wear a banner and pull passers-by to set off fireworks for three days.

Who is Mr. He?Who doesn't know who doesn't know in the art world?Just came to our school in a car in such a low-key manner, and arranged a meeting with the school leaders in such a low-key manner. Feng Ping felt that he was really honorable as the principal.

Seeing the assistant walking towards Mr. He, several people from Ruoshui School rushed to greet him. The principal exchanged greetings with Mr. He, and then walked into the conference room of the office building to welcome Mr. He.

In the meeting room, Xiao Mengqian's head teacher, Liu Ying, had already prepared tea and waited in the office. Liu Ying had just entered the classroom this morning to inspect the situation of the morning self-study, and received a direct call from the principal. The kind person on the other end of the phone It made Liu Ying feel hairy. I was the teacher in charge. I didn’t violate the law and didn’t punish me. I worked hard for more than 11 years. In [-] years, Liu Ying thought that I didn’t do anything wrong, so I was called by the principal to drink tea in the conference room of the office building. .

Immediately afterwards, Liu Ying heard the principal say a few more words on the other end of the phone, serving tea, you are not invited to talk in the office, that, that is even more terrifying.

Feeling anxious, Liu Ying made tea and saw the door of the office open. The principal and the vice principal bent slightly and greeted an old man with gray hair respectfully. Who is he?

He knew that Xiao Mengqian in Liu Ying's class was very good at painting, because the school paid attention to this child, and as a class teacher, he naturally wanted to know better, and he naturally knew He Lao too.

As a result, Liu Ying became even more anxious. Naturally, he couldn't shake his hands when serving tea to these few people. As a result, when Teacher Liu Ying finally served tea to the principal, he stood behind the principal, motionless.

Feng Ping turned his head and said kindly: "Mr. Liu, you sit here." After speaking, he seemed to be satisfied with his arrangement, and looked at the vice principal beside him and motioned him to move his seat.

After several people were seated, the principal got up and introduced the colleagues around him, and finally patted Liu Ying on the shoulder and said to Mr. He: "This is Xiao Mengqian's class teacher, Teacher Liu Yingliu."

Liu Ying was flattered and stood up suddenly: "I, I am Xiao Mengqian's class teacher." After stuttering, Liu Ying sat down after answering the words, just stood there, and heard He Lao who was opposite was satisfied She smiled and said, "Teacher Liu, don't be nervous. I'm going here today mainly to find out about Xiao Mengqian's situation."

Liu Ying immediately felt familiar when he heard Mr. He's question, but felt that something was wrong. It was like a parent asking how his child was doing at school, but why did Mr. He ask this way.

Although he was puzzled, Liu Ying, as the class teacher, told him about Xiao Mengqian's family situation, study situation, behavior, personality and hobbies for nearly 10 minutes, and he still smiled at the end. Liu Ying stopped after raising his hand.

He Lao asked: "What's up recently? Xiao Mengqian is already in her third year of high school. Do you have any plans and arrangements?"

Liu Ying thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and said, "Mr. He, I have the study and life planning form written by my classmates at the beginning of school." He handed it to Mr. He, and on the other hand, Mr. He took the reading glasses handed over by the assistant and looked at the phone seriously.

After another half an hour, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Feng Ping, who wanted to stay with Mr. He for dinner, was declined by Mr. He.

Although they couldn't have dinner together, they still couldn't stop the joy on their faces. It was no longer a smile, but a joy. They sent them to the school gate to watch the car carrying Mr. He leave slowly. They still felt that today What happened this morning was shocking.

He Lianshui in the back seat of the car was also in a good mood, and heard the assistant ask: "Mr. He, shall we go back directly?"

He Lianshui thought for a while and said, "Go to that construction site and take a look."

At noon, under the scorching sun, a black car stopped on the road outside the construction site and looked at the surrounded construction site. Mr. He in the car listened to the noisy voices in the construction site for a while, and told his assistant, "After you go back, you can clean up the car." Check things out, come here a few more times, observe carefully, and if possible, you can ask the child about her own intentions after she graduates."

Assistant Lao Zhu nodded with a serious face: "Then I'll prepare when I go back."

Ruoshui High School is basically a day student, except for boarding students, they cannot stay in the school after the school bell rings. Xiao Mengqian eats with Ji Hefang in the school cafeteria after the morning class.

While eating, Xiao Mengqian lowered her voice and asked, "Why don't we go back at noon?"

Ji Hefang asked: "Then where are we going?"

Xiao Meng smiled slightly: "Go to the studio, I don't have to go back at noon with special approval." Blinking her eyes, she looked at Ji Hefang expectantly.

Ji Hefang said, "Why do you suddenly want to go to the studio?"

Xiao Mengqian: "The college entrance examination is getting closer, and the pressure of studying is also increasing. If you don't go back to the studio at noon to save some time, you can use it to catch up on sleep or study in this world." Added another sentence: "The studio is so comfortable. "

Ji Hefang felt that it made sense, thinking that she would just go back to tell her parents at night, and agreed to Xiao Mengqian's request.

On the way to the studio, Xiao Mengqian said to her mysteriously: "Do you still remember what the studio looked like?"

Ji Hefang nodded.

Xiao Mengqian smiled mysteriously: "There will be a surprise in a while!"

In my impression, the studio is not big, about [-] square meters, it feels like a utility room after clearing the debris, adding painting utensils, flower stands, a table and a few chairs.

But when I opened the door of the studio again, I found that there were two small sofas and a few potted plants in the small space. The window looking at the playground was also polished brightly. cabinet.

Ji Hefang saw Xiao Mengqian open the cabinet, and there were some books, a pillow and a small blanket in it, Xiao Mengqian took out the pillow and blanket and handed them to Ji Hefang: "Go to the sofa to read or rest, I will Practice here for a while."

The afternoon of Thursday was actually a nightmare for Ji Hefang. In the afternoon, she had to recite two political classes and two geography classes.

Especially their head teacher, Du Wen, not only for this afternoon, but as long as the next class is his class, he will wait at the door of the class, and as soon as the teacher of the previous class comes out of the classroom, he will immediately walk into the classroom and push Glasses said ruthlessly: "Take Su as a rough example and ask questions in class later."

As for the question, if he only had one class, it would be fine. If two classes like this are held in succession, Mr. Du can't wait to be there

Xiao Mengqian looked down on the sofa because of the nightmare Thursday and began to endorse Xiao Mengqian smiled. Ji Hefang also returned her a smile that was uglier than crying, and the two went about their own things.

Ji Hefang once asked herself if her endorsement would affect Xiao Mengqian.

Xiao Mengqian: "If it's you, no."

Ji Hefang was still a little worried, most of the time she memorized silently, and then turned her gaze to Xiao Mengqian. Xiao Mengqian, who was drawing, was very attentive. Ji Hefang looked at Xiao Mengqian, then read the book, and felt that the memorization It was too boring, but I still had to study hard, so after struggling for 10 minutes, Ji Hefang nestled on the sofa and fell asleep.

Xiao Mengqian looked at Ji Hefang who was sleeping soundly on the sofa and smiled silently, turned around and took a piece of drawing paper, the tip of the pen rustling.

It was almost time for class, Xiao Mengqian woke up Ji Hefang, Ji Hefang listened to the preparatory bell and hurriedly folded the blanket and packed her schoolbag, while Xiao Mengqian said softly that there was still 10 minutes left.

Before leaving, Ji Hefang looked back to see if there was anything left behind in the studio, but she inadvertently saw a piece of paper pressed on the lower right corner of the easel, on which was a cute sleeping face of a person.

Although the days of studying are day after day, the time is also passing quietly day after day. During the seven-day holiday of the National Day of Country A, Ji Hefang and Xiao Mengqian gathered in the library early in the morning, and at noon they took Ji Hefang home to do homework. After eating, I took the lunch box under the sun and sent the meal to my father on the construction site. In the afternoon, I went to the library, then watched Ji Hefang get in the car to go home, and then went back to cook and waited for my father to come back from the construction site.

When delivering meals during the holidays, Xiao Mengqian knew that the construction site was not safe, so she asked Ji Hefang to wait at the door, and after delivering the meal to her father, she took out a cup and said, "Dad, this is the mung bean water I cooked, remember to drink some , I will go back to cook in the evening."

Xiao's father opened the water glass and took a sip of water before eating, wiped his mouth with his hand and said, "Hey, it's good." After finishing, he opened the lunch box again, smelled the rice and smiled and said, "I have the strength to work this afternoon. !” After saying that, he sat down on the ground and bowed his head to eat.

Xiao Mengqian pressed her father's hand that was about to eat, put the meal aside, took out a tissue from her pocket, wiped off the lime on her father's temples and cheeks, and wiped off the yellow hard hat he put aside.

At that time, Xiao Mengqian didn't dare to look at his father's face after coming back from work under the scorching sun for dinner, and lowered his eyes: "Dad, then I'm going to study."

How can there be so much time to eat on the construction site? Xiao’s father eats fast, eats and eats, puts the lunch box away under the shed beside him, looks at the tall building built in front of him, the building built this time, I heard that it was done by a big company, and the construction period was tight.

But the salary is really higher than before. If you work hard and save money, your child's college expenses will be guaranteed.

Xiao's father got up and walked towards the construction site. There were traces of lime cement on the washed white work clothes. As he walked, he saw Xiao Mengqian and Ji Hefang passing by the side door of the construction site. The people working on the construction site had sharp eyes and watched His daughter hangs on Ji Hefang's body and smiles when talking to her.

The author says:

Come on, come on, by the way, will the friend who contributed 1 hit come back again? I will try my best to wait for you! . !