To Travel by the Edge of a Creek.

On Sunday, Lao Guo lived up to expectations and gave two roller coaster lessons to his dear classmates. In the class, there were only one or two classmates who agreed with Lao Guo, and the rest were either wandering or doing math problems.

Students with fixed thinking and Chinese can get good grades in the test without having to study hard, so the Chinese class has naturally become a haven for them to take shelter from the wind and make up for homework in other subjects.

The primary school Chinese teacher would probably be pissed off when she found out, after all, they thought their Chinese was the overlord back then!

Lao Guo suddenly stopped in class. He stood next to a female classmate and watched for a long time, and said, "I don't usually leave much homework for you."

The girl felt ashamed, blushed and hurriedly pulled down the Chinese book to cover up the math paper.

"This phenomenon is definitely not just her. I feel that you have a lot of homework in other subjects, and you can do less homework in Chinese. It's good for you, bullying honest people, right? Next time, who will come to my class and write homework in other subjects Go to class 31 on the bottom floor until graduation, it’s useless for anyone to intercede, and you, next time in class, I will ask you to write ancient poems silently, and if you don’t write correctly, you will go.” Lao Guo continued as if nothing happened after he finished speaking seriously Lectures are over.

The students didn't dare to do other things anymore. They asked in a low voice what the teachers at the front, back, left, and right desks were talking about, and then turned to that page and listened obediently. It doesn't matter whether you concentrate on pretending or not. Just forget about studying.

Class 31, a class exclusive to the third year of senior high school, is not a class at all strictly speaking, there are more than a dozen people in it, all of which are the dregs filtered by each class since the first year of senior high school. Work hard, go to the leader to argue about what is equality and what is human rights for the trivial things. Almost all the nonsense on the student opinion column set up by the school on the road that students must pass are from students in class 31, and those from other classes Students don't have the time to write those things, so as long as the leader sees some ugly remarks that go against the school's wishes in the opinion column, they don't even have to think about going directly to class 31 to arrest people, and then the students in class 31 feel that this is extremely disrespectful to them. Disrespect and distrust, I went to the school to rationally discuss human rights...

After finishing the Chinese class in fear, the students can go home after finishing the remaining two math classes.

But the math teacher is not a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch. She does things vigorously, rationally and venomously. Her world is learning the most. It is useless to say anything else, but sometimes she also has a tender side.

"Have you finished school yet?" Dong Meng saw the restless mood of the students

The student held the paper and shook his head, with a look of indifference to the class.

"The teacher is also a student here. I know what you think. The leader is checking the class below. Anyway, no one can leave until after school. You have played the two classes and listened to the class well. Otherwise, how about listening to my class? , okay? Kids," the math teacher said after discussing.

"Okay" Liang Jia is playing the role of class representative, that is, acting as a dog's leg for the teacher.

"Okay" the others followed suit.

In fact, Liang Jia didn't listen to the teacher's lecture, and he was studying the topic there by himself, but he listened to what the teacher said, and when he knew it was time to speak, he put down his pen and sat upright to echo the teacher and said "OK".

Yan Ran looked at the blackboard, and at the same time glanced at the little witty fellow at the same table. That young man was just like a beautiful youth, smart and playful, confident and cheerful.

The math teacher finally gave the students a few minutes to do the questions, and took the book and went to the third class next door to see if anyone left early.

As soon as the teacher stepped out of the door, the students packed up their things according to the little excitement in their hearts. The class was really noisy, and they successfully lured the math teacher back.

"What are you doing? You haven't finished class yet. Look at you, you don't look like you are in the third year of high school. You all do the questions for me." Tong Meng hated iron for failure.

The class was silent for a moment. Some people pretended to take out the papers and read them. Their small eyes glanced at the minute hand of the watch on their wrists to point to 12. Haha, 54321. When get out of class was over, the students in the class disappeared as quickly as possible.

Yan Ran was calm, he didn't have any expectation of going home, no matter how much the family who had been separated for a long time pretended to be warm and happy, it would be fake, and there might not be anyone at home.

"At the same table, I'm leaving first" Liang Jia would still tell him when he left.

"Well, goodbye." Yan Ran smiled back at him, and the movement of packing the books in his hands slowed down.

After Liang Jia left, Yan Ran put down the book in his hand and sat there blankly. What is the meaning of life? "Why am I me? What would I look like if I wasn't in Yan Ran's body? Would I be happy?"

Before he could figure it out, he was called away by Xu Tian, ​​"Yan Ran'er, let's go," Xu Tian shouted on the door.

"Here we come" Yan Ran picked up her bag and walked out of the classroom.

Two teenagers in white school uniforms talked and laughed and went downstairs. The midday sun shone on the expensive watch on the beautiful boy's wrist, casting colorful light spots on the wall, covering the ugly scars and fettering the boy for three years.

When Liang Jia arrived home, his little sister, who had just passed her sixth birthday, was playing cards with the twin little sisters from another family in the courtyard. The children were lying on the ground and sitting on the ground, neither too dirty nor too hot.

"Brother, you're back." Liang Qian ran towards her brother when she saw her brother enter the door and drop the card.

"Hey, don't hug me." Liang Jia retreated and resisted when she saw her little dirty paw stretched out.

"Hmph, it's fake and clean." Liang Qian rolled her eyes to her brother.

"Hmph, Cinderella." Liang Jia imitated her tone and scolded her.

"I'm not Cinderella, I'm Snow White." The little girl raised her chin arrogantly.

"Wash your hands and eat!" Sun Qing poked her head out of the kitchen and shouted to the two brothers and sisters in the yard when she heard the commotion outside.

"Okay, come right now, let's go, Snow White." Liang Jia carried Liang Qian to wash her hands in disgust.

"Why is it fish again? It's stewed every time, so can't it be different?" The little girl pouted unhappily when she saw the white fish soup on the dinner table.

"It's good to eat some, you still have to choose." Sun Qing poked Liang Qian's small forehead and said.

"I won't eat it." The little girl sat at the dining table staring at the white fish soup and became more and more angry.

"You really don't want to eat? Hey, I originally planned to give you a gift, but now it seems that I should give it to someone else." Liang Jia deliberately emphasized the word "gift".

"Really, what gift?" Liang Qian became energetic when she heard the word "gift". She picked Liang Jia and asked questions.

"Eat first, and I'll give it to you after eating." Liang Jia pushed her away to let her sit down and eat.

"Oh, okay, Qianqian has dinner first, brother, please don't lie, mother, please testify." Liang Qian picked up her small rice bowl and ate hard.

"Little ghost head" Sun Qing scolded with a smile.

"Jiajia, drink more fish soup, the pressure of the third year of high school is too much to make up for it." Sun Qing picked up the spoon and added another spoonful of fish soup to her son

"Enough is enough, Mom, I'm almost down to three bowls." Seeing his mom's newly filled bowl of soup, Liang Jia wanted to pull Shang Ning to stop him.

"You are so tall, what's the use of eating that little food, eat more, eat more." Sun Qing tried her best to persuade her son to eat more food, and she almost had to feed her son herself.

"Mom, I really can't eat anymore. Hey, little girl, brother will take you to get something. Mom, let's go first." Liang Jia pulled Liang Qian and ran away.

"Here, chocolates." Liang Jia opened his backpack, took out a box of chocolates and threw it to his sister.

"Wow, bro, are you rich? You won't be robbing banks, are you?" Liang Qian couldn't believe her eyes holding the chocolate. She remembered when she was crying and rolling around in the shopping mall asking for this kind of chocolate. Mom insisted on beating her up. Thinking about it now, does it still hurt?

"Yes, the police uncle will take you away together," Liang Jia threatened her.

"You'll scare me and stop playing with you," the little girl said, pretending to leave.

"Hey, don't forget to share with Da Ke and Xiao Ke." Liang Jia pulled her and reminded her.

"I know, I know, hum, I thought they were your sisters if I didn't know," the little girl complained.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess, she was cute, kind and knew how to share..." Liang Jia said leisurely.

Children are really easy to coax and deceive!

"Well, I'll go now." The little girl ran to the house in the courtyard with a full charge in an instant.

"My brother brought it back for you to eat..." Liang Jia laughed as he listened to the children's conversation and collapsed on the soft bed.

There are a total of three families in the courtyard, all renting houses for their children to go to school. Although the houses are old, they are clean, dry and cheap. Several families have lived here for two or three years. There is nothing wrong with the neighbors. The meal is peaceful, and the purple flower vines in the corner of the courtyard cover more than half of the wall, interspersed with the turmoil of life and the children's fights.

Liang Jia only had a meal and sleep at home before going back to school. When he left, his mother stuffed him with all kinds of fruits and milk.

"Mom, I'll be back in a week," Liang Jia reminded kindly while standing beside her.

"Don't just sit around after class, do you hear me, go out for a walk often to change your mind, eat more fruits, and drink that milk every day, otherwise your legs will hurt again." Sun Qing automatically blocked her son's suggestion that she didn't want to bring anything for her son Packing up his things, he babbled about his own words.

In the end, Liang Jia returned to school with a few bulging bags of things without feeling overwhelmed by his mother's defeat. He felt sorry for the parents of the world.

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