Author: The same is true.
Part I: The Green Age.
Ryan ran against the spring breeze on the grass with peach petals all over the floor, holding hands with a young woman in a white gauze skirt. The white gauze skirt floats gently under the stir of the spring breeze, and does not easily collide with the slowly falling peach petals. The happy smile on Ryan's face blends with the red sunset glow. He turned and looked at the girl affectionately, and saw the girl's silhouette was so cute. The girl seemed to notice his affectionate gaze and slowly turned around. ...
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1 of "pa", he woke up from his dream, forcibly opened his tangled upper and lower eyelids, and suddenly found his English teacher Xue Huaiyu standing opposite him. Love is because, in his opinion, Xue is one of the few beautiful teachers in middle school who got a desk in appearance, but he hates that Xue's English class is so boring that even a deaf cow will fall asleep when she comes to listen to her class, and she often makes things difficult for him in class.
Ryan calmly wiped his chin with his hand and spread out the English book. Then a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom, but this laughter ended with a thick angry look on Xue Huaiyu's face, while Ryan turned a blind eye to Teacher Xue with a face of anger. Teacher Xue received a numb hand that had just struck the table and said slowly, "Teacher Yufeng! If I remember correctly, you haven't heard one of my classes since I took your English class at the beginning of this semester. Is my class boring? That's impossible! At least in the class I taught before, some students who graduated from me told me when they came back. They all think that listening to me play the piano in my English class ... "
At this time, sporadic boos and laughter came from behind, and Xue Huaiyu was forced to stop her rambling bragging. She scanned back with her usual sharp and cold eyes, and the sleek people who were always lazy and troublesome at the back felt chilling, and the classroom was suddenly silent. Ryan suddenly couldn't help laughing cells teased by the teacher's cold humor. "Ha ... ha!" Ryan has a habit. Once he is infected by a thing or a joke, he laughs nonstop, just like a train entering a high-speed state, which can't stop for a while. Lan, the deskmate, understood the nature of Yu Feng and slapped him heavily on the back of the head, because experience told Lan that only in this way could he stop laughing.
Yu Feng's long laugh suddenly came, which immediately made Xue Huaiyu lose her foothold. Clouds floated across her pink cheeks. She skillfully used the pronunciation skills of Li Yang Crazy English and shouted "Yufeng! Do you know how to respect teachers? You don't even know this etiquette! How did your parents teach you ... not as a student ... you can't be so shameless! "
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Ryan seems to have got used to this scene, but he still sat there solemnly, fearless and abiding by the motto "Silence is golden".
Ryan was the first to run out of the classroom after school, but the class teacher Lei Laowu, who had been waiting for a long time, blocked him in the corridor and said with a straight face, "Ryan! Come to my office. " Not surprisingly, Ryan went to the office with Ray's property indifferently.
Lei Laowu closed the doors and windows like a dog. He looked at Yufeng with condescending eyes and said, "Do you know why I called you?"
"I know!" Ryan slowly took out a crumpled piece of paper from his schoolbag and handed it to Ray's property.
Lei Laowu saw the paper and glanced at it: "How did you know I wanted you to write a critical letter! I don't know the Oracle yet! " Ray property immediately frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Ryan's written self-criticism paper and scrawled handwriting, and this dissatisfaction gradually increased with the deepening of reading.
I glanced around with nothing to do. In fact, he is no stranger to this office. When I was a freshman in high school, I was widely expected to be a representative of the Chinese Department because my Chinese score in the senior high school entrance examination was close to full marks. Lei Laowu, the Chinese teacher and head teacher at that time, also loved him very much. As a class representative, he often hands in his homework here, and he certainly has a good relationship with the class teacher. But it didn't last long. Not long after, Lei Laowu found that he had a hobby of going out to Internet cafes to surf the Internet all night last weekend, and moved out of the modest office in Ryan simply and neatly. However, this is not a blow to Ryan. He has always advocated the style of being an official, but since then his impression in the eyes of Lei Laowu has been greatly reduced, and the image of Lei Laowu in his mind has also been greatly reduced. Later, because he violated school discipline, he was repeatedly called here by Lei Laowu to give lectures. With the growth of his experience, he knew everything about Lei Laowu's preaching and criticism style. He knows that Lei Laowu always scares people with the college entrance examination and the future. It seems that whoever fails in the college entrance examination will completely ruin his future. He used vivid images several times to express the great importance of the college entrance examination to Ryan. He said: "The college entrance examination is God. Without it, there will be no future, just as there will be no nepotism in new China without communist party ..." His killer weapon in training students is to let them write two or three thousand words of self-criticism, and Ryan's self-criticism written in the two years since high school will soon add up to a novel. Therefore, Yu Fengjian thinks that being criticized by his teacher is like a keeper in a zoo keeping a tiger. As long as he knows the tiger's temper, he is not afraid to touch the tiger's ass and hurt himself. Lei Laowu is in his thirties this year, but no one knows his thirties. He is always used to keeping his age secret like Coca-Cola's secret recipe, and he is still alone. Due to years of overwork for the country's education, his hair is now only half bald, which makes his age more hidden. In class, he always touches his little hair from time to time, as if making sure his hair is still safe before he can feel at ease in class.
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Lei Laowu took off his glasses, gracefully tore off the critical letter copied from east to west by Ryan and a class, and said, "Ryan! What's your attitude? You must change your attitude when you make a mistake. Look at what you wrote. You have written a critical letter or two. How come you haven't made any progress! Besides, I haven't seen anyone write a critical letter with draft paper. Today, I opened my eyes. And the handwriting is so scrawled and messy. Last time you wrote the confiscated love letter to the girl in the next class, you didn't have to write it on draft paper. It was still very literary! Metaphor and parallelism are also used. Do you want me to show it to you? "
Ryan was silent, and his face was a little red, as if he were ashamed. Because he knows that this kind of expression is the easiest to get rid of in front of Lei Laowu. Sure enough, Lei Laowu felt a sense of accomplishment when he saw his conquered expression, but he didn't settle down.
"I have always looked down on people who are not motivated. The critical letter you wrote last Thursday is still in my drawer, because you were online all night ... Write me another critical letter of two thousand words when you go back, and you must give it to me before tomorrow night! " Ray property said with a look of hate iron not to produce.
Ryan immediately forgot all the things he was criticized after he came out of Lei's property office. Maybe it's because seawater is hard to touch water.
The afternoon sunshine is gentle and decent, which brings occasional warmth to this dull winter. On campus, the vast crowd is rushing to the canteen, while another group of students living outside are riding bicycles and crossing the school gate in an endless stream. Ryan absently walked out of the school gate. He never eats in the school cafeteria. Of course, there is a reason for this. Although this high school is called Pinghai No.1 High School, there is only one canteen. This canteen makes full use of economic principles and implements high-intensity monopoly. The food inside is very single, but the price is not to be outdone. In addition, the school implements closed management, and students are fortunate to cultivate a fine style of hard work and plain living in the canteen every day. But this is not the main reason why Ryan doesn't eat in the canteen. He went to the canteen once when he was a freshman. He got up late at noon that day and didn't have time to have breakfast. So at lunch, he began to implement his "three lights" policy-"rice light, vegetable light, soup light", regardless of the classmates' notice that he was not decent at eating. When he wolfed down a portion of pork and vegetables, the classmates next to him had not eaten half of it. He was just about to take out toilet paper to wipe his mouth when he smelled a strange smell in the bowl. The taste is familiar, but I can't say for a moment. So he turned to several classmates nearby for help. As soon as the nose was stretched out, all the students were spared except one with severe rhinitis. Several students shouted in unison, "There are bugs in the vegetables you just ate!" "
Since then, Ryan has never had the courage to set foot in the canteen, but several obese students in the class have a special liking for the canteen, because they can avoid doing extra weight loss work at ordinary times.
The two doormen at the school gate turned a blind eye to him and didn't stop him. According to the school's closed management system, students are not allowed to go out on Sundays unless he or she has a note from the head teacher. However, Ryan is a special case. After eating worms in the canteen, he wanted to go out to buy vegetables several times, but the doorman strictly enforced the school rules and regulations and wouldn't let him go. Later, he knew that such a thing could not be forced, and he usually went to chat with the doorman when he was free. Those doormen stood there bored all day, of course, hoping someone would chat with him, and he often bought them some good cigarettes, so now they are completely unimpeded in and out of the school gate.
He bought a snack in a fast food restaurant not far from school and sat down to eat it, but he didn't have much appetite. Not because of criticism. He has been puzzled recently, and he always has sex dreams in class. It doesn't matter if you have a spring dream. The important thing is that every time I dream, the scene is similar, and every time the dream girl wants to turn around, she is interrupted for various reasons. Biologically, he inferred that his estrus had arrived.
It is true that he has been busy with his love career recently. Starting from this semester, he began to pay attention to a girl in the liberal arts class next door. He got information from an old classmate in her class. This girl's name is Dai, who was transferred at the beginning of this semester, and her academic performance is one of the best in her grade. So far, she has no boyfriend. Although he usually bragged to his roommates and never made a draft, saying that he had been in love since elementary school, in fact, to be honest, so far, he has not received one or two decent love letters. Whether the love fruit is sour or sweet, he has never been to the love fruit shop to buy food. When he usually walks through the classroom next door, he is drooling over the beautiful appearance of others, but his serious lack of experience makes him at a loss. Among his roommates, A Xing and Xiao Yang are typical nerds who "turn a deaf ear to things outside the window and concentrate on mathematics and physics". They always despise this topic, but when you talk to them about the study of the college entrance examination, they are enthusiastic and don't feel tired after talking to you all night. There are also a few gossips who are interested in gossip in class, but their emotional experience is more superficial than that of Ryan.
His best friend Yan Qing can still help a little. Although he is usually taciturn, he loves literature and pop music and is single-minded about literature. His novels only read Qiong Yao's romance novels, and his poems only read Xu Zhimo's love poems. He is more keen on pop music. He usually only listens to the old songs of Golden Voice, especially the song Night in Shanghai. Some time ago, because of the failure of the mock exam, he had insomnia, and he could only fall asleep by the magical hypnotic effect of this song. Now he relies on this song more than a baby depends on its mother's milk, because the baby has no milk to replace it, but he can't tolerate this substitution behavior.
Yan Qing deserves to be a man with a little ink in his stomach. Knowing Ryan's confusion, I immediately gave him advice and asked him to write a love letter to the girl. Unfortunately, Ryan's literary foundation is not good. Although he usually likes to read some literary works, he mostly watches some messy martial arts and fantasy novel, and it is ok to write some martial arts scenes or whimsical fantasy scenes. At this time, the value which is near is reflected. He spent an evening writing a love poem for Ryan by himself, which was adapted from the lyric master Xu Zhimo's poem "Accidental".
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the lonely season,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
Don't ask who you are,
That was flirting with angels,
Don't ask me who I am,
That's a blasphemy against fate.