Chi Guang

Just after the lunch break, Yang Yu rushed out of the classroom with a basketball in his arms, but before he left the corridor, he returned dejectedly with the ball in his arms, followed by a teacher holding a stack of math test papers.The triangular ruler was knocked on the blackboard and made a sharp and piercing noise. Liao Mei woke up the sleeping classmates while distributing papers. The voice from the little bee was noisy with electricity: "The physical education teacher has been sent out to study. A class is turned into a quiz."

Complaints and dissatisfaction came one after another, Liao Mei lowered her face, and the table was loudly slapped: "What are you arguing about! Anyone who doesn't want to do it, get out and stand!"

"The math teacher is lying." The tip of the pen scratched the draft paper and leaked a ball of black ink. Xu Chichuan yawned and wiped away the water stains from the corners of his eyes: "I saw Lao Tao playing minesweeping in the office at noon."

The fan above the head swayed and made creaking noises, the air was as thick as cheese melted and evaporated under high temperature, and the orange trees outside the window occasionally heard the last few cicadas at the end of the summer festival, awakening the sleepy eyelids of autumn and continuing to answer the questions.It's just that the mind is chaotic, the three-dimensional geometry is not three-dimensional, and it cannot be proved that AD is perpendicular to EF, and the function images all look exactly the same. Before going to the table, Mu Shihai stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and lightly tapped on his head: "I'm going to hit you."

"Sleepy." His brows were frowned into two small knots, and the draft book was full of disturbed doodles: "I really want to sleep."

Mu Shihai pushed open the window, and the gushing breeze slowly blew in with the fragrance of green tangerines, diluting his dull and sleepy mind. Xu Chichuan stretched his waist and smiled at him: "Thank you brother." A sharp object poked lightly, and Huang Jing quickly and quietly handed over a note, mouthing silently: "Here, you."

Rows of delicate handwriting were printed in front of my eyes: "Do you know what he said to Xiao Yu when he left on the second day of Mu Shihai's birthday?"

Xu Chichuan was a little confused: "I don't know, what's wrong?"

The thin gold body was sharp and graceful, Huang Jing looked at the note and then looked at the little sister who had been sluggish for a week, and exhaled a deep breath of stale air from her lungs—it was she who gave Liu Yiyu the sachet on Mu Shihai's birthday idea.It's just not as she thought, Mu Shihai not only confiscated the gift, but even rejected it in a cruel but rational way.

"It's fine if you don't accept it." Wiping Liu Yiyu's tears, Huang Jing said with distressed face, "We don't like him anymore."

Liu Yiyu cried even louder: "Woooooo, is it because I don't embroider well?"

Huang Jing jumped up angrily: "Sister, be more sober! Whether he accepts it or not has nothing to do with whether it looks good or not! It has nothing to do with who gave it to you! He accepted Xu Chichuan's cakes!" Hearing the crying, she had a headache: "You said you What do you like about him? Besides being handsome and rich, what else is good about him?"

"I can't tell," the girl wiped away her tears, bent down and hugged her legs, "Just like you can't tell what's good about Xie Zihuang, but everything is good."

Thinking of this sentence now, she still feels her teeth hurt, but she can't find a word to refute it. Thinking of Liu Yiyu who was crying so hard that day, Huang Jing gritted her teeth and brushed up her pen with her old face.

Xu Chichuan unfolded the note, and what was written in black and white was a request.

"The National Day holiday the day after tomorrow, I'll call Xiaoyu and Lao Xie, can you invite Mu Shihai to the playground? Please, please! Xiao Chichuan!! Emergency!"

"But I'm going back to grandma's house for National Day..."

"Only one day! Just one day! Please be my sister!"

"……let me try."

"Do the questions well," Mu Shihai's low voice suddenly came: "It's time to hand in the paper."

With a shake of his hand, Jiezi was written in three horizontal lines.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the last big problem of inverse proportional function was not solved.

After evening self-study and school, I waved goodbye to Mu Shihai at the school gate, got off the bus and took a shortcut from the back door of the community, the long gravel road was covered with yellow jujube leaves cast by the moonlight on both sides of the road, and the scattered shadows awakened the feeling of early autumn Silence, Xu Chichuan trotted home humming a song, stepping on his infinitely elongated shadow.

On the last day before the National Day holiday, the entire junior and third graders had already fallen into the festive carnival in advance, but Xu Chichuan became more and more restless,

Huang Jing's hot and earnest eyes were firmly stuck to his body, her eyes were burning like flesh, her back ached, she wanted to open her mouth a few times, but seeing Mu Shihai's deep and distinct side face, she couldn't say what was coming out of her mouth.

In the end, it was Mu Shihai who couldn't hold it back—the peeking at him from the left had increased from ten times a minute to twenty times a minute, and he couldn't pretend he couldn't see it anymore: "It's been brewing for a day, when are you going to say it?"

"Cough! Cough!" Nutrient Express choked into his throat, Xu Chichuan coughed and blushed: "You, cough, cough, how do you know?"

Mu Shihai sighed, pulled a tissue and handed it to him: "I'm not blind, IQ is greater than twenty, so I should be able to know."

Xu Chichuan scratched his hands, and finally said after a while: "Well... Tomorrow is the National Day..."

"Ah."

"you……"

"Ok?"

"you……"

"I'll count to three." Mu Shihai held up three fingers: "I won't agree to anything after three seconds."

"Don't, don't, don't, Huang Jing asked if you are free, let's go to the playground together, but you said before that you never go to such a childish place that is so unnutritious and extremely boring, so I don't think you will go, I don't know why tell her!"

The three fingers were just put down, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. Xu Chichuan grabbed the hem of his clothes with a nervous expression on his face, ready to be rejected: "It doesn't matter if you don't go, I will go..."

"I go."

"Huh? Huh! Huh? What did you say!"

"I'm going, when?"

The excited mouth stammered a little: "Do you have any other arrangements?"

"My family is going to Europe, and I will be back on the fifth day."

"Cocoa is ok, just, just the sixth day."

"Well, the playground on Yangxin Street?"

"Yes, that's the one," Xu Chichuan smiled and gave him a hug: "Thank you brother."

A wisp of the woody scent of green pine after the rain was left on his chest, and Mu Shihai put a piece of candy in his hand: "What do you want? Bring it to you."

"Ah?" The rich milky fragrance of the white rabbit melted in his mouth, Xu Chichuan shook his head: "No, when are you leaving?"

"Tonight's plane will fly to England first."

"Pay attention to safety, and report that you are safe when you land."

"it is good."