Yi Xing

The three working days before the National Day were all given over to the first monthly exam after the division of subjects.

The ear-piercing bell rang, announcing the end of the last exam. When the teacher collected the papers, the atmosphere in the class was already agitated.

Everyone was busy dragging the scattered tables to their original places, and the chirping of tables and chairs was mixed with conversations, including sighs of annoyance and quarrels that suppressed their voices.

I heard some numbers and chemical formulas, which probably corresponded to the topic, and silently calculated how many points I could get in the end.

High school students are actually very simple, and people who are a little more complicated can understand it easily.

Some people will worry about the failure of a small question. They often do well in the exam. When they get the result, their emotions are the most complicated. .

And the god of learning, such as Fu Yixing, is very calm after the exam.

Xueshen doesn't take into account minor gains and losses, and what he writes is correct, so there is no need to find someone to correct the answer, and he seldom wastes emotions for the test results.

The most shocking moment I have ever seen Fu Yixing was when yesterday’s language test was over. He abruptly interpreted a lyric poem about a wanderer’s longing for his hometown as the meaning of his wife looking forward to the return of her husband from the expedition.

Lu Tuantu stretched his neck and complained to my deskmate Gu Yang that the ancient poem appreciation and analysis questions were too substandard. Gu Yang was immersed in the sadness of writing off the topic at that time, and sent me to deal with the endless complaints.

This was Fu Yixing's first discussion on the topic after participating in the exam. He only uttered "Ah?!" and successfully inserted into the conversation between me and Yuan Yuan.

It's normal for him to be surprised. The first question on the appreciation sentence is a multiple-choice question on understanding the content of the poem. There are two options with similar meanings that both explain the author's writing intention, and the other two are staggeringly wrong.

Appreciation questions asked the author's feelings.

Choosing one of the rewards of giving points and the happiness of killing one's life can keep the scores at a normal level.

But there are always talented players, such as Fu Yixing, who think that the two options are wrong, and misinterpret a wrong option based on their strength, insisting that the author is not homesick, and that wrong option means that the author is eager to be appreciated by the emperor.

Fu Yixing's understanding of the whole poem is that the wife in the deep boudoir is looking forward to the triumphant return of her husband who fought in a distant place. The last two sentences are the wife's perspective, writing that the husband also misses his wife in his hometown and hopes to be reused.

The content is very rich.

Lu Yuyao was so overjoyed by him that he took out his mobile phone and checked it for Fu Yixing. After reading it, he shut his mouth in disbelief.

This incident has been ridiculed until today. The last three people except Fu Yixing are waiting for the paper to be sent out to see the joke. I really think this is very interesting, at least it made me very happy from yesterday to today .

I turned sideways and glanced at the back row. Fu Yixing was frantically doing his National Day homework amidst the noise.

The teacher of the main subject worked overtime and delivered the delicious papers that had just been corrected to us before school, and told us to write the National Day homework well.

On the podium, Boss Xie was still talking earnestly, and the boys in the last few rows had entered the happy ocean mode——Fu Yixing’s test paper was given to the next group of classmates who had a good relationship with him by Amway, and then they passed it on in the last two rows. come and go.

The homeroom teacher was still there, and everyone was pretending to be reserved, so the muffled laughter kept coming and going, interspersed with Gu Yang's extremely restrained hiccups.

The girl in front turned around and asked Gu Yang why he smiled like this, but he didn't explain it - this is probably the bottom line of respect between men, and things that are too embarrassing must not be known to the opposite sex, Gu Yang sipped it inscrutably Mouthing happily, his body trembled with anger.Seeing that she couldn't answer the question, the girl looked at me again, and I just shrugged to show that I didn't know.

I knew that I must have not controlled my expression well, the corners of my mouth were raised all the time, and my facial muscles were a little stiff, but once I remembered that Fu Yixing deliberately wrote neatly and neatly in order to meet the exam, what he expressed was not the case, I I can't hang my face.

Fu Yixing was the only lighthouse in the ocean, he straightened his back in the wind and waves and silently wrote the paper.

In fact, it is not noble behavior to take pleasure in the shortcomings of others.

But the joy of being a high school kid is cheesy and simple.

Only sixteen or seventeen-year-olds can laugh uncontrollably at a classmate's appreciation of ancient poetry.

I suddenly began to rejoice that at such an age, I can still truly feel happiness and be driven by the surrounding atmosphere to continue to maintain this mood.

Fu Yixing is really good, no wonder Tang Cheng keeps calling him brother Xing - even though his Chinese papers became the laughing stock of the boys in the back row, even if he didn't get an average score in Chinese, he was still here with his excellent math and stable English. He came out on top in the next month's exam.

It is nearly ten tenths higher than No.2.

And I finished half of my math homework within an hour of being ridiculed by the crowd before school.

Brother Xing seems to be on the hook, and now I feel from the bottom of my heart that he is really awesome.

Those who had laughed at him just now asked him for papers with shy faces—it was a rare long vacation, no one wanted to do homework, and they all wanted to hug Fu Yixing's father's thigh.

Huaan’s school bell is particularly long, just like its long history. It is an ancient instrument that sings according to the melody of the school song. It resounds through every corner of the campus through radio broadcasts. Careful people may notice Among them is the faint sound of bells—an antique in the bell tower that still burns itself.

I have always felt that the school romance at this time is abnormal, and I can't help but want to stay a little longer.

At the end of September, Tongcheng has already entered autumn, but there is still lingering heat in the air, and the phoenix trees in Hua'an are still green.

After a while I have to copy some verses to the blackboard newspaper. The topic discussed in this class is "classical culture".

Boss Xie assigned a position to everyone in the class. They had a one-semester probationary period, and if they did well, they would stay.

I don’t know where he felt that I had a talent for painting and asked me to be a member of the publicity committee. In fact, I didn’t know anything, so I couldn’t help them draw. task.

Everyone else in the class was gone, only Fu Yixing was still immersed in his math homework.

He probably didn't stop until he finished writing.

There was only me and him left in the noisy classroom.

I was copying Lisao's paragraphs on the blackboard, and occasionally I could hear the sound of him flipping the paper.

Maybe it was because I was so immersed in admiring my writing on the blackboard that I didn't even notice that his pen had stopped, and I was sitting on the chair and tilting my head to read the whole blackboard newspaper.

It was his praise that disturbed my thoughts.

As if waking up from a dream, I bumped into his deep eyes again.

Fu Yixing said, your handwriting is really beautiful.