summer and roses

It seems that every year until the end of August, many people fall into collective anxiety, mania, depression and feign death, silently protesting the fate of being imprisoned in school.

Accompanied by the end of the hot summer, there will always be a pile of homework and papers piled up in the corner of the desk, most of them are brand new, waiting to be filled with messy words, so as to cope with the inspection at the beginning of school.

When the sun rose on August 8, many figures in school uniforms began to appear in the city.

There are still a few uneven folds on the boy's white shirt, and he is carrying a schoolbag and riding a bicycle impatiently, with a little excitement of reuniting with his friends hidden on his face. Many of the girls' skirts have been secretly cut short by the owner, so that they look Slender long legs.

Most of them are young, have never seen the cruelty of the world, live in an ivory tower, and are still in the midst of blessings, complaining about the schoolwork and complaining about the teacher's badness. .

"I heard that it seems that our school is going to start some kind of art class this semester."

While waiting for the traffic light, Mucha raised her eyelids, and was instantly attracted by the whispering of the two girls beside her.He took off the earphones and twirled them boringly in his hands, pretending to be casual, but his ears were pricked up high.

"Not really. The senior said it seems to be only for art students. There is a policy above. After being admitted to a key art academy, the province will subsidize it. Our school is the key point, so it must be 'all-round development'."

"Hahaha, it's not our turn anyway—art students, you know!" After the girl with the ponytail laughed, she caught a glimpse of the boy next to her out of the corner of her eye, and immediately fell silent.

Mucha was staring at her coldly, raising the corners of his eyes, with a very impatient expression—this man was decent-looking, with hair a little longer than the school regulations required, with delicate features, tall and long legs, and wearing a school uniform that looked like a sack It doesn't look like a [-]-[-] on the body, and the trousers are rolled up a little, revealing the LOGO of the sneakers very deliberately.

Ponytail blushed reflexively, and immediately turned away.Mucha snorted coldly, looked up and saw the traffic light on the opposite side turned green, lifted the schoolbag on one shoulder, and strode away.

He grew up listening to "art is useless" and was used to these inexplicable discrimination. He thought it would be better in a different environment, but he still overestimated these talented students.

Mucha was born in a middle-class family, and he didn't have to worry about food and drink. His parents paid attention to cultivating his interest since he was a child. The child took turns in piano, violin, calligraphy and Chinese painting for half a year, and finally took a paintbrush by himself.

His teacher is a member of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, an old professor who is about to retire, and he guides him professionally and patiently.Mucha has practiced for ten years. Apart from traditional Chinese painting, sketch and watercolor are also exposed to rain and dew.Just when Mu Xia thought that his destiny was his own, and he wanted to eat this bowl of rice without hesitation, he was pushed into the cultural class by his parents without saying a word, and studied hard every day.

A heart that longed to shine and be different was hurt. Since then, painting can only be regarded as a hobby, and suddenly it is difficult to be elegant, and it is difficult for anyone to accept.Later, Mu Xia grew up to be a middle school scumbag who disliked everything and was full of hatred for cultural classes, so no one thought it was strange.

My father has a special job and is sent abroad all year round. In order to prevent the family from being too divided, my mother and Mucha had to move around accordingly. Mucha had to change schools every two years, traveling all over the country.He stayed in the old high school for a year, and finally remembered the names of his classmates before being forced to transfer again.

At that time, his mother advised him: "The new school has art classes."

As a result, on the first day of school, Mucha was discriminated against by future alumni on the main road, and he was in a very bad mood.

The new school has a famous name "Yucai" - although every city seems to have a Yucai middle school - because the average score is overwhelmed by the foreign language next door, it ranks second in the city's rankings, and people give it the nickname "Second Middle School" ".

The name of "Yucai Middle School" is shining with gold, and the gate is built in a very grand style, with the atmosphere of nouveau riche everywhere.

Mu Xia checked the information before he came, and the school just changed its principal last year, and the new official took office three times, one of which burned down the elegance of a century-old school.Afterwards, with a wave of his hand, the headmaster rebuilt the wealthy school, causing students to collectively post their bitterness on the post bar, scolding the headmaster for nothing, and the school was miserable.

At this moment, Mucha was standing at the school gate, and it only took three seconds to confirm that those naive obscenities were not unreasonable. Any teenager with normal aesthetics would definitely not be able to bear this pile of rubbish.

He raised his hand and glanced at the watch, the minute hand walked crookedly past 8, 10 minutes before class.

Mucha has completed the admission procedures and accommodation procedures a long time ago. At present, he only needs to go to the class to report directly, and then go to the logistics to get the sheets and check in directly.The second year of high school is no longer a freshman. On the first day of school, he has to attend half a day of class. After deducting the opening ceremony, he basically gives the students peace of mind. Other than that, there is no actual learning efficiency.

Mucha mixed among a group of white shirts who were not in a hurry, looking at his school for the next two years.

Frankly speaking, the interior of No. [-] Middle School is much more upscale than that school, and the demeanor of a famous school can be vaguely seen.

He visited it when he was going through the formalities. Entering from the school gate, there is a long corridor with celebrity statues and famous quotes on both sides, and at the end is the auditorium and indoor gymnasium.On one side of the corridor, the teaching building is in the shape of "Sichuan", and on the other side are the library, small square, canteen and other basic entertainment facilities.The playground is behind the auditorium. There is a standard football field. In addition, basketball courts, tennis courts and badminton courts are all available, and there are several table tennis tables—yes, this is very Chinese.

In front of him, the three-storey ginkgo trees lined up in a row, forming a natural green barrier in front of the gray and elegant teaching building, separating all the hustle and bustle.

The No. [-] Middle School occupies a large area, and the green plants almost cover the whole area. Mu Xia looked around and was soothed by the shades of green that he could see. He exhaled lightly, feeling that the pent-up violence in his heart was relieved a lot.

He walked through a small road, and vaguely glimpsed a statue in a corner hidden by green trees. The name seemed to be a very good mathematician and a well-known alumnus, so he couldn't help but respect it.

The teaching buildings are connected by corridors, so you don’t need to get wet in rainy days. The architecture is quite interesting.Mucha quickly found his new class - Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, which is located at the end of the second floor, one hundred and eight thousand miles away from the bathroom, and next to the office, it is not a place where you can play around casually.

He secretly lit a candle for himself.

As soon as I stepped into the classroom, the class bell rang harshly. The students who were huddled together and copying their homework scattered, and quickly got back to their seats, racing against time to fill in ABCD on the blank English paper.

Mucha stood at the back of the classroom, carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, suddenly at a loss - he thought that the key high school was not like this style, but they seemed to be very harmonious in copying each other's homework, and they were old hands at first sight.

Before Rong Muxia could figure out his emotions, as soon as the door of the office next door opened, a fat young man wearing glasses turned into the front door of the classroom.He had a pleasant smile and looked like a beckoning cat. He leaned crookedly against the door frame and said in a friendly way, "Have you finished your homework for the successors of socialism?"

Mucha was taken aback, this seems to be different from the head teacher he imagined?

Lucky Cat walked up to the podium in the midst of howling and crying, and put the handouts away: "I told you that I will come to make up for the self-study last night, and you will suffer a loss if you don't listen to the old man, tsk tsk... Oh, new classmate, Mucha, right? "

After entering high school, there are many people who transfer arts and sciences to each other, but it is very rare to meet the legendary "transfer student". The eyes of the classmates fell on him following the teacher's greeting.

Caught off guard by being called, Mucha nodded reflexively, and before he could let him feel uncomfortable, Lucky Cat smiled at him first: "I'm your class teacher, Mr. Chen Qian, and the boy is quite tall. If you don't mind, please let me know." Find a vacant seat and make do with it, and we will rearrange the seats when school starts."

Mucha is a very casual person. Seeing the row he was standing in, there was no one sitting in the two rows in front. After hearing what Chen Qian said, he obediently put his schoolbag on the empty seat in front.Just as he was about to sit down, a boy next to him coughed dryly and winked at him like a thief: "Student, I'm sorry, there are people here."

After being reminded, he saw an open exercise book in the belly of the desk, which was obviously left behind by the master for the whole summer vacation.Mucha frowned, then put the schoolbag back, thinking: "Then isn't this person late?"

Suspiciously sitting down in the last row, Mucha didn't pick up the textbooks, he saw the lucky cat... Teacher Xiao Chen didn't plan to go to class, so he stood on the podium and talked nonsense with his classmates about his experience of going abroad on a summer vacation. Only then did I realize that he taught English, and he spoke American English quite standardly, and his speech was also very interesting.

Mucha nodded frequently when he heard it, and became more interested in "study" than ever before.

When Chen Qian talked about "the assessment system of Ivy League schools" to "there is a hot dog next to the hotel that is fucking delicious", the back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, and a person rushed in under the dazzling summer sun. .

Mucha, who was sitting in the back row, smelled a strange smell, which was a little fresh and a little restless. He couldn't tell what it was like, and it only reminded people of "youth".

Probably because he has been drawing since elementary school, he has a lot of inner drama and rich imagination, and he can conjure up hundreds of words with a little wind and grass, like a movie, he has to make up the cause and effect, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable all over.Mu Xia's brain is almost full, the smell is so close, he can't help but look at the person who just came in.

After a few steps, he walked to the only empty seat in the classroom, stuffed his schoolbag into the belly of the desk, and then sat down on the seat carelessly, taking off the white shirt of the school uniform, revealing the pure black and well-fitting T-shirt inside.The man lay down on the desk, not caring about the teacher's gaze at all, and let out a long breath.

Mucha stared at his back, thinking for no reason that this person should be a class bully, no matter how bad he was, he would be a jerk, the kind who would scare others when he mentioned his name - after all, the way he appeared on stage was really cool, like a boy in a school idol drama main character.

"Ouch," the Lucky Cat said eccentrically, "Brother You, did you oversleep again today?"

The boy in the black T-shirt gave a weak "hmm", and Lucky Cat continued: "Then let's follow the old rules, review the 800-word review, and leave it to me tomorrow. Don't try to deny it or play tricks!"

The boy gave a second "hmm" half-deadly, and tilted his head, as if he was going to sleep.

Lucky Cat seems to be used to him for a long time, it doesn't take it to heart, and it doesn't blow its beard and stare like other excellent and old-fashioned old teachers.After finishing these two casual sentences, he picked up the topic that was interrupted because of the late incident, and then described how delicious the hot dog was.

Mucha rested her chin on one hand, looking at the new head teacher with admiration.

The boy at the front desk stopped, but others refused to let him go. Mu Xia just concentrated on listening to Lucky Cat say a few precautions for the start of school. The boy who reminded him that the seat was occupied just now patted Hei T across a narrow aisle. T-shirt arm: "Brother You, what, your math homework is still in the drawer."

The black T-shirt casually fumbled in the drawer, pulled out the exercise book from under the schoolbag, and complained in a low voice: "Fuck, I said I couldn't find it at home - copy it for me."

The boy shook his head shyly: "I hand it in."

The black T-shirt froze for a moment, and neatly pointed his middle finger at this nerve. Then, as if he didn't intend to find someone else to copy, he took out a pen, and lay down on the table seriously and started to rewrite it.

Mucha: "..."

He watched the whole process absent-mindedly, and now he was dumbfounded and thought: "Could this person be a hidden academic bully?" He criticized his preconceived faults of judging others by appearance three hundred times before putting away his rich inner drama, bowing his head and His eyes were focused on the blank textbook in front of him.

After the Lucky Cat finished talking about the precautions, it happened that music sounded on the radio, instructing all classes to go to the football field to participate in the opening ceremony and the flag-raising ceremony.Mucha followed Daliu to stand up, and was about to leave when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and looked back to see that it was a beckoning cat.

Mucha frowned: "Cat... Teacher Chen?"

Lucky Cat smiled and said to him: "Don't be so reserved, the students in the class usually call me Brother Qian when they are not in class. Can I borrow a few minutes from you and tell you something, okay?"

Mucha nodded hurriedly.

Although his grades are not very good, because his parents have taught him for many years, he still has a respect for the teacher.What's more, the first and second impressions that Lucky Cat gave him were good, and Mucha was willing to temporarily put aside her cynical secondary illness and listen carefully to what he had to say, even if it was nonsense about caring for transfer students.

"I saw your report card from last school year. Let's not talk about it, just tell the truth. Our class is not in the Qingbei class in this school, but judging by the indicators required by the school, you may be under a lot of pressure at the beginning of this semester. .”

Well, this is giving him a bad shot, Mucha complained secretly, on the surface he maintained his humility towards the teacher, and did not refute: "Well, I know... Thank you teacher."

"I'm not criticizing you. I made it clear at the beginning, so you have a good idea." Lucky Cat showed the dignity of being a teacher when it didn't smile, and continued, "There will be a meeting next Monday. In the opening test, only Chinese, Mathematics, and English are tested. The grade group provides questions, and the difficulty is similar to that of previous years. If you need mock papers, you can ask the monitor Qi Shanshan to take them. Now you are only a sophomore in high school, and there are still many variables. The teacher believes that you have chosen Yucai, so you should still not plan. You bastard, as long as you work hard, you can improve quickly."

Mucha felt that Lucky Cat had a kind face, and could speak a lot of high-sounding scenes very appropriately. It sounded a bit harsh to him, but he didn't immediately want to talk back like in the past.

Mucha has self-knowledge, he doesn't like to study, his grades were at the bottom of the previous school, his foundation is not good, he is a 24K scumbag, it is rare that a teacher is willing to say a few words to him, gratitude is beyond words, in the end he still listened to this go in.He nodded and said thank you, Teacher Chen.

Lucky Cat patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you, let's go to the opening ceremony, settle down in the dormitory after the end, and study by yourself at night, which means you have officially integrated into our collective—do you know where the dormitory is?"

"I know." Mucha said, after thinking about it, he added the old-fashioned words, "Thank you teacher."

Lucky Cat laughed and turned to another female teacher who had just come out of the office and said, "Look at the two new boys in our class, they are so cute!"

Mucha turned around and left, still hearing this sentence, she scratched her palm and thought that the teacher had misunderstood a lot.

The opening ceremony was just a cutscene. Out of restraint towards the new classmates, no one took the initiative to talk to him for the time being.Mucha was too lazy to get close to people now, he stood at the end and buried his head in looking at the turf of the football field. Before he could recover, his classmates scattered around him, and he realized that it was over.

Holding the note for dormitory allocation in his hand, he walked slowly on the boulevard.

The road is long and wide, with sycamore trees planted on both sides, which are dazzlingly green at the end of summer.

There were only a few people admiring the beautiful scenery, and most of the rest were in a hurry, making Mucha look a little lonely.He lowered his head and stepped on the white line, silently counting how many steps he needed to walk between this one and the next one, almost in a daze.

"Hey, new classmate!" Suddenly called out, Mucha thought he should be asking himself, turned his head and saw a boy in school uniform.

He happened to glance at him in the classroom just now, and because of his sensitivity to faces, he had the impression that this person was indeed in the same class as him.So Mu Xia nodded to him, and said awkwardly, "Hello."

The boy smiled brightly: "Looking for a dormitory? Together? I just transferred to Class [-] this semester. I don't know the others. Don't be surprised. It's not a transfer, it's a liberal arts class at the same level."

Mucha nodded: "Ah."

The boy stretched out his hand to him, with the demeanor of an adult: "My name is Lin Zhan, Shuangmu Lin, Zhan Zhan of Zhan Zhan."

He held it cooperatively and shook Lin Zhan's hand. He felt that the scene must be silly, so he held back his smile and said as politely as he did: "Mucha. Miss Mu, summer's summer."

The author has something to say: CP: Xia Ge X You Ge (Second Second Disease X Fried Hairy Monster)

There is no mutual attack, so be careful to stand against each other.

Try to change daily, at least 3-4 times a week.grateful.