Fragrance of peaches and plums

Studying hard and making progress every day is not only a technical job, but also a physical job.

Xia Zhengyu went home with the exercise book with key topics circled, and wrote a few pages over the weekend, feeling exhausted from Tianlinggai to his toes, not sure how many questions he got right.I wanted to look through the answers for comparison, but found that Wen Xi had picked out the answers that were written into a separate book. This was forcing him to study hard and ask questions if he didn't understand.

On Sunday morning, there was no grandma staring at him and calling him to get up. He opened his eyes at six o'clock, stayed awake for half an hour, and finally gritted his teeth and got up.He spent the whole morning sorting out all the doubts and difficulties he encountered in doing the questions in his notebook, and planned to ask them in the evening self-study.

In the evening, he also arrived at school early.There was still some time before evening reading, so Zhou Shen was taken out of the dormitory to play.

But I don’t know what’s wrong, I didn’t play well this time, and instead I couldn’t concentrate. For a while, my mind was filled with the problems I listed, and for a while, I fantasized about how I would solve them.The strength in my body was like an hourglass, and it disappeared after running two laps. I was paralyzed by the side of the court, staring at the sky in a daze.

"What's wrong with you? You're absent-minded, what are you thinking?" Zhou Shen sat next to him, touched him with his knee, and handed him a bottle of water, "Here, do you want some water?"

He first shook his head and said "no", just after he finished speaking, he reached for another bottle and unscrewed it, and asked inexplicably, "Oh, tell me, is Wen Xi at school now?"

Zhou Shen replied: "Yeah, it's not about to go to school at night, he should be in his dormitory."

oh.After hearing this, Xia Zhengyu looked towards the staff dormitory building, feeling an urge to go find Wen Xi right now.As soon as the thought came out, I was taken aback. I couldn't help but take a deep breath and let it out again.

Zhou Shen looked at him in surprise, with worry on his face: "What's on your mind, why are you so worried?"

Xia Zhengyu waved his hand: "No."

"Did your grandma scold you again? Or did your little uncle come to trouble your family?" Zhou Shen guessed wildly.

"Not at all, I just can't write the questions." Xia Zhengyu babbled nonsense, tightened the bottle cap and stood up, "Stop typing, go back to the classroom and write the questions."

Zhou Shen: "..."

The two walked back to the classroom one after the other. Xia Zhengyu really took out the exercise set and studied it, but he was really at a loss.Not long after, Wu Baiwan came, and he went to her for advice with the exercise set in his arms: "Master President, please help me solve my confusion!"

Wu Baiwan was caught off guard and stared blankly at him for three seconds: "Are you sick?"

"I want to study, is it really that shocking? When I entered school, I was No. 20 in the whole grade!" Xia Zhengyu frowned and smiled at her, as if the past of the two of them facing each other was an illusion.

For no reason, Wu Baiwan felt that this smile was eye-catching, she was a little afraid to look at it, subconsciously lowered her head, and said in a softer tone: "Then, what question is it?"

Xia Zhengyu pointed to her the question that had tortured him for more than ten minutes: "I understand this a little bit, but I can't figure it out. Please explain it to me in your own way."

Wu Baiwan said "hmm", took the exercise set, and read the questions silently.He leaned against the table and waited, the gel pen spinning beautifully in his hand.He is very tall, with a casual and relaxed posture, and he looks extraordinarily chic. The desk and Wu Baiwan around him have become very pitiful and reserved.

Zhou Shen twisted his neck and watched them quietly for a long time.

Xia Zhengyu asked Wu Baiwan three questions in a row, and the bell rang for the evening reading.His eyebrows suddenly jumped, and he lost his mind.Wu Baiwan also stopped: "Otherwise, let's talk about it later in the self-study, and study first."

"No need, I'll study by myself later." Xia Zhengyu closed the book, smiled at Wu Baiwan, and left.

He returned to his seat, did not sit down, but found another exercise book and a notebook in the pile of books, and took it with him together with the one that Wu Baiwan had asked the question just now, and turned around as if to go out.

Before he could take a step, he turned around and bent down again, patting Zhou Shen on the shoulder.

Zhou Shen looked over, looked at him dumbly, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Hey, don't think about it, I'm not interested in her, so do your best." After speaking, Xia Zhengyu walked out of the classroom with his book in his arms.

He went straight to the office.

Every morning and evening, the head teacher of each class would go to inspect the class. When he stepped into the office, Wen Xi was about to go to class 1 of the second year of high school. He stood in front of his desk and said confidently: "Mr. .”

Wen Xi persuaded: "Finish the evening reading first, there are plenty of self-study..."

"Not enough." He directly spread out the exercise book that Wen Xi bought, and the traces marked with a red pen were all over the face, "I wrote almost ten pages over the weekend, and there are so many things I don't understand on each page. Three evening self-study is not enough for me to ask."

Wen Xi: "..."

The implication is to occupy the mathematics class teacher for three evening self-study.Oh, plus late reading.

Wen Xi listened, frowned slightly, and looked at him thoughtfully.

After being stared at like this for two seconds, he felt a little guilty. The energy he rushed over just now seemed to have been poured with cold water and weakened a lot.Instinctively want to back down, but he is unwilling, and also afraid that if he backs down, he will show more flaws.I had to hold on.

"Okay then, you can look at the questions first and reason about them. I'll go to the classroom to have a look at them, and I'll be back soon." In the end, Wen Xi compromised, pulled out the plastic round stool from under his desk, and pushed it to him. he.

He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and sat down obediently.

Wen Xi went away for a few minutes and came back as expected.

In the past few minutes, he didn't read a single question, his heartbeat was ups and downs, and the frequency was terribly disordered.When Wen Xi sat down and asked him where he started to speak, he felt that his mind was in a daze, and he grabbed his palm, dripping with sweat.

For two weeks in a row, either consecutively or every other day, Xia Zhengyu occupied Wen Xi's desk all night like that.At the beginning, he did have a lot of questions to ask, but gradually, he just sat there and wrote, and asked questions when he encountered problems.

Study hard every day and make progress every day, it seems that it has become less strenuous.

In such a state in April, I lived without a trace.

With the arrival of the end of the month, the midterm exam of this semester also came.Teachers of all subjects began to think of ways to procrastinate and add lessons.Faced with such situations in the past, Xia Zhengyu was full of resentment.Now, he accepts it wholeheartedly, and even enjoys the most annoying English class.

But the most exciting thing to learn is mathematics.

His foundation is indeed good, recombining and constructing the knowledge points that he swallowed in high school, checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, and soon there is a systematic and complete knowledge network in his mind, and it is not a problem to draw inferences from one instance to another.

In order to get the grade he deserved in the midterm exam, he studied more seriously during the week of preparing for the exam.Not to mention the three evening self-study sessions in Wenxi's office every day, I bring books with me when I go home at noon, evening and evening.

The one who is most gratified about this matter is grandma.

When Xia Zhengyu returned home and was reading a book, she even relaxed about cooking.One day, I finally caught a grandson who was not holding a book, and hurried over with edamame, chatting while peeling the beans.

"Xiaoyu, your new teacher is pretty good, you have taught you so obediently!"

Xia Zhengyu pouted with feigned displeasure: "It's obviously my own self-consciousness, okay?"

"Okay, Xiaoyu has found his way back, consciously!" Grandma laughed, and stuffed him with a handful of edamame, "Peel the beans!" Xia Zhengyu squatted down and helped her peel the beans, humming a couple of brisk melodies , Grandma listened, and smiled even more happily.

"Hey, you teacher, do you like sweets?" Grandma asked again.

"How do I know what he likes to eat?" Xia Zhengyu raised his head, showing a helpless and refusing expression.

He was very aware of this grandma's way of showing favor to others, and before grandma suggested, he refused first: "Don't think about what to eat for my teacher, what desserts do young people want to eat these days, don't buy them outside. The things in the store are beautifully made and delicious!"

Grandma looked aggrieved: "You bastard, you despise the things grandma made!"

Xia Zhengyu shrugged and shook his head: "Ms. Yan Weizhen, this statement is wrong. I just don't want to make you tired! I just said, don't be busy, this job is tiring, can you agree? No! So I had to pretend to be disgusted , this is all painstaking work!"

"You're the one with poor mouth!" Grandma clasped her index finger, poked his forehead with her knuckles, and didn't mention anything about making things.

As a result, at the same time the next day, two drawers of loquat glutinous rice cakes were neatly placed at home.

That is the special delicacy of grandma's hometown. Glutinous rice is floured, mixed with sugar, and fermented.Then put sesame or bean paste filling in each glutinous rice dumpling, press it very thin, and then print it in a wooden mold with patterns, hold it with two loquat leaves, and steam it in a steamer.In this way, after the glutinous rice cake is steamed, there are beautiful patterns on the surface, and it also exudes the fragrance of loquat leaves.

Grandma's craftsmanship is very good. Each glutinous rice cake is about the same size and thick, which is not bad at all compared to pastry shops outside.

"Are you back? Dinner was made early today, let's eat!" Grandma heard the commotion and came out of the kitchen. Seeing Xia Zhengyu staring blankly at the table, she was obviously a little embarrassed and wanted to save face.

"Wait until you go to school for self-study, and bring a box to your teacher! See if your teacher likes it! Grandma made it, and your teacher must like it. I really don't want to say it. It's delicious and beautiful. I'm not afraid of anything. !"

Xia Zhengyu looked up, and after a moment of silence, he said like doting on a little girl: "Okay, Miss Yan Weizhen is the best, whoever receives your gift is an honor in eight lifetimes!"

"Ball boy, can't you talk nicely?" Grandma blushed, and turned back to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Since all the snacks were made, Xia Zhengyu had no choice but to bring a box to school.

The box was also specially bought by grandma at the cake shop. The cake shop is used to hold flower cakes, and one box is placed in each grid, which is exactly the same size as loquat glutinous rice cakes.A box of eight, the meaning is very good.

During evening reading time, Xia Zhengyu went to the office as usual.He deliberately went later than usual, in case there were other homeroom teachers who hadn't left, Wen Xi had to share the loquat and glutinous rice cakes with others.

When we got to the office, there was really no one there.Wen Xi was not there either.But he didn't go to the classroom either, he must still be here.

Xia Zhengyu put down his things and went straight to the small corridor on the side to look for them. Sure enough, he saw Wen Xi talking on the phone there.Every classroom in the teaching building was reading at night, Wen Xi probably didn't hear Xia Zhengyu's footsteps, and didn't respond to his arrival, focusing on the phone.

Xia Zhengyu had no intention of eavesdropping on other people's phone calls, but Wen Xi's answer to the other side caught his spirits all of a sudden.

"I don't think it's easy for you, so don't worry about it anymore. Let the past officially pass, okay?"

The tone of Wen Xi's words was different from usual.He is usually a calm and indifferent person, as if everything is under his control, and it is almost impossible for others to fathom his emotions.He didn't seem to have any emotional ups and downs.

But when he said this, it was painful.

Xia Zhengyu was very clear, Wen Xi was in pain because of the person on the other end of the phone.