camouflage

Shu Xia was woken up by the noisy voice, opened her eyes to see that it was 10 minutes to six o'clock on the phone, and the alarm clock he set hadn't sounded yet.

Looking up, his mother was sitting on the bed, and the middle-aged woman was standing at the door, with an anxious expression on his face. He turned over, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Mei Ting frowned and sighed, "Uncle Li may be dying."

Shu Xia looked at the seat by the window in astonishment, the bed was already empty, leaving only a mess of quilt.

He was a little dazed, and suddenly realized that he knew his surname was Li just now, "How come? Wasn't it pretty good yesterday? Weren't we still chatting at night?"

The middle-aged woman sighed: "I don't know. I called twice after five o'clock. I went to see the nurse, and then the doctor came and took him away."

Mei Ting couldn't help but sigh.

She waved her hand: "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, Lao Li has been like this several times, and he survived every time, it's okay, I need to sleep first, I'm so sleepy."

Shu Xia watched in a daze as the middle-aged woman turned back to the bed, covered the quilt and started snoring after a while, what a big heart!

"Xiao Xia, sleep a little longer, didn't you sleep well last night?" Mei Ting said in a low voice.

He came back to his senses, shook his head and said in a low voice, "No, I'm going to buy some breakfast, I have class today."

"Oh, then you pay attention to safety." Mei Ting nodded knowingly, and lay back on the bed.

Shu Xia went to the bathroom to wash up casually. He didn't bring the inner clothes he brought home for washing on Sunday, so he could only wear them casually. Anyway, he was wearing a school uniform, so who could see it!

Sometimes he admires himself, and it doesn't matter.

As long as you are alive!

The morning sky was not yet fully lit, and it was unusually quiet and peaceful. He took a deep breath and walked out of the hospital gate comfortably, and walked to the bus station. From a distance, he could see the breakfast trolley, shining light under the gray light. Halo, hot steamed buns, steamed buns, very warm.

He strolled over and walked straight to a middle-aged woman's small cart.

"Auntie, one serving of millet porridge and a basket of buns." He took out the remaining ten yuan in the bag and handed it over.

"Come here, today is a little earlier than usual, if it is earlier, I will have to wait for me." The aunt is very simple, she is 50 years old, she is dressed in plain clothes, her face is wrinkled with a smile, but she is very warm.

Shu Xia is used to buying from her, and they know each other well.

He smiled and said, "Well, I woke up early today."

The auntie was very nimble, so she quickly packed it up and handed it to him, and asked with concern, "Is your mother feeling better?"

"Well, it's okay, and I'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days." Shu Xia nodded, and took the three yuan change from her aunt, "Then aunt, I'll be leaving first, please pay attention to your car or something."

Auntie smiled: "Okay, say hello to your mother for me."

He smiled and waved: "Okay."

The sweeping uncle next to him gnawed on the steamed bun and said, "Whose family does this kid belong to? He looks pretty cute."

The aunt sighed: "It is said that he is a good boy from the outskirts of the city, but his life is hard."

Shu Xia quickened her pace, avoiding the various manifestations and reasons behind her suffering, which contained their sympathy, speculation, indignation, and possibly indifference.

When she went back, Mei Ting fell asleep again. Most of the medicine prescribed by the doctor had the effect of helping sleep. She was asleep most of the time. He was quite lucky. More and more, it is impossible for him to still have the opportunity to study in class.

It was quiet in the ward. He had a small steamed bun in his mouth, looking for something to do while eating.

07:30 in the morning for self-study in No. 06 Middle School, and it is now 30:[-]. Old man Li has not come back yet. Shu Xia glanced around. Breakfast is ready, boiling water is ready, books are packed, and a change of clothes is also ready No, he turned off the light and went out quietly.

After waiting at the bus stop for about 10 minutes, the car came.When I got up, I saw that there were already many students in the car, from junior high school, high school, and vocational high school. The Huancheng Road passed several schools, and there were many students.

They were eating breakfast, chatting, and his carefree appearance made him suddenly envious. When he was a child, he was similar to these people with red scarves. He went to school early with his friends, and met classmates one after another on the road. , and then went to school hand in hand, and occasionally sang songs taught by the teacher together.

"The sun is shining, the flowers are smiling at me, the little bird is saying early, why are you carrying your schoolbag, I'm going to school..."

And now?

Touching the three yuan in his pocket, he just wanted to sigh.

Three yuan is enough for him to buy some bean sprouts or a catty of cabbage, and cook bean sprout porridge at noon. I don't know how it tastes.

After listening to an English listening comprehension, the car stopped at the bus stop in front of the school with a puff.

In the morning, the school gate began to check whether they were wearing school uniforms, whether their hair was long or not, whether the girls wore makeup, whether the boys smoked... Second Middle School’s academic level is not good, and other school spirits and disciplines are very strict. All of them obediently put on school uniforms, so the whole campus looked blue and white.

There are very few people in the classroom, a few scattered, and they are still eating breakfast.

Shu Xia and the familiar people nodded and smiled to say hello, then sat down in their seats and took out their Chinese books to memorize the text.

There was only half an hour of early self-study in the second middle school, and he was lacking in reciting, so he had to be a fool and read for an extra half an hour.

You can also memorize English and Chinese together.

When he was in junior high school, he couldn't agree on arts and sciences. Mei Ting asked him to choose liberal arts. He could be a local teacher or a civil servant, have a stable job, get married and have children. He didn't say a word. When it fell directly out of the passing line.

When he was in high school, he was naturally persuaded by his teacher. Under Mei Ting's helpless nod, he chose science in a very happy mood.

At that time, I really indulged too much, and my ability to recite also dropped a lot.

Ten minutes before the class bell rang, Shen Shi arrived in the classroom, took his thermos cup, and walked around the classroom.

To be honest, Shen Shi is even more responsible than the head teacher of No. [-] Middle School. No. [-] Middle School is under a lot of pressure to study, and the test results are obvious every Monday. Everyone is working hard to do better than the last test.

The role of the class teacher is limited to conveying the important matters of the school, usually come to have a look, and then may not see anyone for a whole day.

As for Shen Shi, he came early in the morning, left late at night, and had to patrol a few times in the middle. He was the most conscientious head teacher Shu Xia had ever seen.

"Shu Xia, come out, I have something to tell you." Shen Shi knocked on Shu Xia's desk, interrupting the short English essay he was reading aloud.

He froze for a moment, then nodded, Xu Chen moved his seat to make way for him, and he followed Shen Shi out with a gentle smile.

I don't understand what Shen Shi asked him to do?Is it a family matter or a study matter?

Shen Shi's office is diagonally opposite Class [-] and next to the toilet. It is divided into a classroom. Inside are the desks of a dozen teachers. Shen Shi's desk is in the corner by the window opposite the entrance. Neat and tidy, the documents are neatly placed in the folder, and a few post-it notes are pasted next to the computer. Shu Xia doesn't want to see other people's privacy, so she looks away and sees the two succulent pots next to it, which fill up the blue flower pot. Out.

"Sit here, I just asked you to ask about your recent situation. Is your mother feeling better? You have asked for leave frequently recently, and the teacher is a little worried." Shen Shi asked with concern. Shu Xia started school for less than a month. I asked for leave seven or eight times, which seriously violated the student appearance that a middle school student should have.

Shu Xia didn't sit down, and said calmly: "Mr. Xie for your concern, my mother is fine, and she is about to be discharged from the hospital. I will make up for the missed classes."

Shen Shi was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Shu Xia, who is usually well-behaved and not talkative, to have such a tone, and said somewhat cautiously: "The teacher didn't mean to blame you, but he was afraid that you would be under a lot of pressure. You have to take care of your family and study at the same time. The teacher originally wanted to Went home to visit..."

Shu Xia interrupted him, with unobvious rejection, "Teacher, it's not convenient recently. My mother is not in good health, and I don't have any difficulties, so I don't need a home visit."

Shen Shi suddenly said: "That's right, your father is working outside again, and your mother is still in the hospital, so it's inconvenient. Since you don't have any serious problems, the teacher won't visit your home anymore."

He thought for a while and added: "The main reason is that you have asked for leave several times recently. I am afraid that you may have some difficulties. The teacher just cares about it."

Shu Xia pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, teacher, for your concern. Is there anything else? It's time for me to read."

Shen Shi shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, you go!"

He nodded slightly, turned and left the office.

He can understand Shen Shi's behavior. It is said that they are the first class under Shen Shi's leadership. The teachers who have just come out are all like that. They are full of enthusiasm and are afraid that they will be self-defeating. I don't know if the other party needs it, or if they will accidentally touch something that cannot be touched.

But understanding is not acceptable.

Shu Xia was fed up with that sympathetic look.

When Mei Ting fell ill in junior high school, he asked for leave to go back to take care of her. Over and over again, the homeroom teacher would visit his home rashly. After learning about his situation, he gave him a regretful look, and then spent the whole day booing and asking about his health, and even asked the class to raise donations for him. .At that time, he became the object of sympathy for the whole class. Every student looked at him with pity and sympathy. Cover him up.

He hates this kind of inexplicable concern. Their kindness often pushes him into a deeper abyss, making him out of tune with others, and always in the position of a socially disadvantaged group. All kinds of intentional or unintentional words pierce his heart, and he has been enduring it... …

—Look, that's the man, I heard that his mother is a madman, and his father is also a drunk madman.

——I heard it will be hereditary?Do not know is not true?

——The teacher cared about him so much because of the poor conditions at home!

He didn't want to hear a word like this again!

Back in the classroom, Shu Xia ignored the curious eyes of her classmates, sat back in her seat, and read the English book.

But my mind was in a mess and I couldn't see it.

"Hey, what did the teacher tell you to do?" Xu Chen asked in a low voice.

Shu Xia frowned irritably, and after exhaling, she turned her head and smiled friendlyly: "It's nothing, the monthly exam is coming soon, ask me about my study situation."

"Oh." Xu Yi nodded and turned his face away. He is a scumbag, and they have no communication when it comes to the topic of study.

Shu Xia didn't like to make friends, and probably couldn't recognize a few people in the class. She devoted herself to studying all day and left after class.

Xu Yi and his tablemate relationship for more than half a month have not gone to the toilet, eaten, or chatted with each other. At most, they only have a chance to say a few words in the few seconds before the teacher enters the door after class.

He is not aloof, on the contrary he is very gentle and friendly, but he doesn't like to talk, especially things that have nothing to do with study.

Xu Xi could only chat with the front and back tables. There were two girls at the front table, and a man and a woman at the back table. Their studies were average. That's why Shu Xia was assigned here.

Shu Xia is not enthusiastic, but he is willing to help others. Whenever you ask him a question about study, he will answer it patiently. Everyone has a good impression of him.

Call him Xueba if you have nothing to do, he is not angry, just smiles and says casually.

But today he is a bit different, Xu En came to a conclusion after half an hour of observation.

In the past, Shu Xia would first read three Chinese texts, then read three English texts aloud, then close the book and recite it again, and finally write it silently again. Don't say silent writing.

Not quite right.

It was rare for Xu Chen to rush out to play after class. Instead, he lay on the table and watched him, observing his every micro-expression and movement.

The more I looked, the more I found that there was a real problem.

So far, I have frowned thirteen times and turned my pen eleven times.

Speaking of this, I have to admire Shu Xia's magical skill of turning pens. Those hands are so flexible. The ordinary pens in his hands have different styles. From the thumb to the little finger, every joint is like a pen. Live the same, the pen can turn out more than a dozen tricks under his fingers, all of them dazzle the eyes.

He adjusted his glasses three times and pursed his lips eight times.

When he pursed his lips, his mouth skin was thin, and there was a little bulge in the middle of the upper lip skin, which is often called lip beads, not very obvious.When pursing the lips, there is no upturned smile, nor drooping unhappiness, just a just right line, no more, no less, just right.

He is really different today.

Xu Chen didn't dare to ask, and he wouldn't answer if asked.

There are two math classes and two English classes this morning.

The math teacher is Wang Chaojun, who is said to be the most vicious male teacher in history, with a pointer in his hand at any time, crackling on the desk during class, with a loud voice, no one dares to sleep in his class, except Ji Xi.

Shu Xia liked his lecture method very much, he explained abstract things very vividly, and even added pictures if he couldn't explain clearly.

In particular, he likes to use the mind map mode in class, generating connections one by one, and each symbol has subtle visible and invisible connections.

Recently, Wang Chaojun’s way of teaching has changed a bit. He likes to talk about mathematics. Because many students reported to Shen Shi that he is too serious and rigid, he made up some love stories with mathematics and interspersed them in the serious class. , with a bit of an accent, but it failed to make the students recognize that it was a love story, and occasionally they only thought it was a mathematical knowledge point.

For example, when talking about odd and even numbers, mechanically insert a sentence: the set of even numbers is stupid, thinking that they can be together if they are equal to the set of natural numbers, but they don't know that there is an equivalent set of odd numbers in the set of natural numbers.

The students didn't understand what it meant.

Shu Xia likes what he said: a function with an infinite open interval seems to have conquered the whole world, but the trajectory has already been set.

But I prefer to put it another way: he is the function of the infinite open interval, the trajectory has been set, and it is only waiting to conquer the world.

Halfway through Wang Chaojun's speech, he suddenly hit the table with a stick, and Shu Xia was severely startled.

"Then who, which class?" Wang Chaojun pointed to the back, Shu Xia turned his head suspiciously, there was a boy standing at the back door, also startled by Wang Chaojun, he kept a posture of standing neither sitting nor sitting.

A classmate reminded in a low voice: "It's the discipline seat of our class."

Chao Wangjun might be a little deaf, and asked, "Self-study?"

The classmates roared with laughter, and said "Ji Xi" unevenly again.

It is normal for Wang Chaojun not to know Ji Xi, he only sees good students, the top ones, and he can't remember the names beyond twenty.

"If you don't sit still, it will affect your classmates' class." Knowing that it was a joke, Wang Chaojun yelled angrily, turned around seriously, and vigorously drew pictures on the blackboard.

Ji Xi rubbed his nose, rolled his eyes, sat on the stool, took out a pair of earphones and stuffed them into his ears, and lay down on the table to sleep.

Only then did Shu Xia realize that he was the unqualified guy who yelled at the hospital last night. After slightly frowning, she turned her head and listened carefully.

"Shu Xia, come up and do this question." Wang Chaojun shouted.

He sighed inaudibly, stood up and walked to the podium.

Ji Xi glanced and closed his eyes.I did a big job last night, and my energy was exhausted. I couldn't get up this morning. Qi Xin made more than a dozen phone calls and an alarm clock to wake him up.

He walked to the school after tidying up slowly. He didn't expect to be caught by Wang Chaojun as soon as he entered the door, which frightened him.

Qi Xin turned back and pushed his desk, and asked in a low voice, "What did you do last night? It took so many calls to come."

He replied sullenly: "Insomnia."

His arm hurt all night, and he finally fell asleep. Qi Xin called to quarrel him again, and he wanted to beat him up to relieve his anger.

Qi Xin looked surprised, "You still can't sleep? It's weird!"

"Why can't I suffer from insomnia? The night is long and the bed is cold. Insomnia is normal." Ji Xi choked him angrily.

Qi Xin asked in surprise: "Could you be Sichun?"

"Get out." Ji Xi kicked his stool, thinking about it!

Qi Xin obediently turned back, planning to interrogate after class.

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