fast travel infinite college entrance examination

This is the first time Su Ran heard about the smog... It turned out to be rich in taste and has distinct local characteristics, so the smog in Beijing probably lingers with dragon spirit, the smog in Shanxi is the sour taste of sliced ​​noodles with vinegar, and the smog in Shandong The smog is the refreshingness of pancake rolls with scallions, the smog in Henan is the spiciness of Hu spicy soup, the smog in his hometown... There is no smog in his hometown.

Hey, besides Beijing, why does he eat the smog in other provinces?Couldn't the smog in Shandong be the fragrance of Xue Jinxing's textbooks? !

...Forget it, the pancake roll tastes like green onions, even though he doesn't like green onions.

As the saying goes, if you stink for a long time, you don’t smell its fragrance. It is estimated that people in Hebei are used to the smog and don’t find it unpleasant.

...I always feel that this sentence has stabbed countless knives in the hearts of Hebei people.

In Su Ran's hand, the pen was spinning quickly, and she was concentrating on looking at the spotless white test paper, thinking quickly.

He has never seen smog with his own eyes, only seen it in the news, and it should be similar to smog.So as it should be, he began to think of the small town in his hometown.Xiaocheng is really a small city, backward, conservative, and not rich.There are no famous scenic spots and people, just an ordinary member of hundreds of small towns in the land of China.

The most beautiful time in the small town is when the fog rises in the morning, and the mist curls up, giving it a more hazy beauty.

What does the fog in his small town taste like?Su Ran was immersed in the memory, her expression softened visibly with the naked eye, and the corner of her mouth smiled gently.The fog in the small town of his hometown has a variety of flavors.

When I first went out in the morning, there was the smell of hot and spicy Hu spicy soup, which contained large pieces of beef, kelp and shredded tofu. This is Aunt Wang’s Hu spicy soup. Still, the breakfast of their family of three is often settled here.Walking out of the alley in front of the house, the smell of fried buns, fried dough sticks, and tofu nao wafts across the road.This is the breakfast shop of Uncle Wang's. His fried dough sticks are the best. They are crispy, crispy and fragrant. Su Ran always eats two.Going forward, there are earthy slag sesame seed cakes sold by Mrs. Zhang. The fillings are rich and delicious, and the sesame seed cakes are crispy and delicious.Afterwards, Su Ran never ate such delicious biscuits again.Turning the corner, there is a beef soup shop opened by Big Brother Sun. His beef soup is delicious and mellow, so delicious that I want to swallow my tongue.In the winter morning, drinking a large bowl of beef soup, walking in the wet and cold morning fog feels warm all over.Aunt Zhao’s Baiji buns at the school gate, he could eat several in one meal in junior high school, fried buns from Uncle Qian’s house, soup dumplings from Brother Zhou’s house, Oden from Sister Wu’s house...

Later, he went to a big city, invited friends to various exquisite and elegant restaurants, and ate delicacies from all over the world, but he could no longer find the taste of that time.His stomach was empty.

Memories of hometown often start with food.Homesickness begins to wake up from the stomach.He had already eaten breakfast, but his stomach was still burning and hungry.

Hometown is such a strange existence.When he left, he thought he would never return there, and his homeland was a nightmare he couldn't wait to get rid of.When he was wandering alone outside, he didn't think of his hometown, and when he returned to visit the grave in Qingming, he didn't miss his hometown.

However, when he was sitting in the examination room, thinking about this wonderful composition question, he suddenly thought of his hometown, the food of his hometown, and the people of his hometown.Nostalgia overwhelmed him, threatening to overwhelm him and devour him.

Although the boy was smiling, there was deep sadness and other inexplicable emotions in his eyes.Chu Mengci didn't like Su Ran's expression at this time.Of course, he should always laugh heartlessly and make noises, instead of the sad face that is about to cry.At this moment, Chu Mengci felt that Su Ran seemed far away from him.

Chu Mengci lowered his eyes and bit his lower lip. Although he was very unwilling, he knew that Su Ran didn't need to disturb him at this time.

Su Ran raised his pen, his eyes seemed sad and sighed, and the corners of his mouth smiled complicatedly, he must be expressing his feelings now.

He wrote down his title squarely: nostalgia sucked into the stomach.

His train of thought has never been so smooth, and his thoughts are flowing, and the whole article is completed in one go.

After more than an hour, he finally stopped writing.Taking a deep breath, he looked at the filled paper with a sense of accomplishment.It has been a long time since he wrote such a composition with real feelings. There are no lies and empty words in it, but all his true emotions.

After passing all the college entrance examinations, go back to your hometown and eat a bowl of Hu spicy soup.

【Your hometown is so beautiful, I want to see it~】

Su Ran smiled, her eyes were shining like stars: "Okay, after I pass the customs, we can go to my house to stay together for a few days, and I will be your tour guide." '

Chu Mengci sat leaning on the corridor, her red clothes looked like blood, her belt hung loosely to the ground, her neckline was wide open, revealing a large snow-white chest.He stretched out half of his snow-white arm from his wide sleeve, stroked the eye-catching bloody mole at the corner of his eye, his eyes were deep, and there was a flash of inquiry, [Okay~] His voice was as sweet and soft as ever, [Ranran's Hometown] What is it like?I'm curious~]

So Su Ran talked to Chu Mengci a lot about the wind in his hometown, the streets in his hometown, the four seasons in his hometown, and his classmates in his hometown.He said a lot, but he didn't mention his parents, and he rarely mentioned his own affairs.

Chu Mengci quietly listened to Su Ran's memories. Although Su Ran didn't mention much about himself, through his description, he could easily piece together the image of Su Ran when he was a child - a lively and mischievous boy loved by his parents. A beloved little boy.Su Ran now is very similar to when she was a child, but not like her.

So, is the wish you want to realize related to the past that you have concealed?

Chu Mengci knew that Su Ran still had a lot to tell him, but what he needed most was patience.One day he will be able to truly touch the most secret and soft corner of this boy's heart.

Chu Mengci looked at Su Ran dotingly, this is his boy, no matter what wish, he will fulfill it for him.

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As soon as he entered the bedroom, Su Ran couldn't wait to ask: "A Ci, how many points did I get in this test?"

This time, his writing is like a spring, his writing speed is so fast that it flies, good words and sentences come at his fingertips, full of true feelings, no longer empty empty words, the moment he finished writing, he couldn't believe that he could write Such a great article.So Su Ran is very confident about the test results this time. In his opinion, no matter what, it must be higher than that of Shandong Juan.

Chu Mengci replied in a low voice: [Of course, listen to me, don't get excited. 】

Su Ran chuckled and blew on her bangs: "It's not the first time for me to be a top student, so you can rest assured that no matter how high the score is, I can be calm and calm."

Chu Mengci pursed his lips, and said a little reluctantly: 【You got 90 in the exam. 】

"So it's 90...what! It's only 90?!" Su Ran opened her eyes wide and questioned, "Don't be kidding me!!"

[I know it's hard for you to accept, but grades are not the only criterion for measuring you...]

"Stop, stop, stop, stop. Don't give me chicken soup." He said angrily, "My serious writing this time is not as high as the last time I made it up? It's unscientific!"

Su Ran was very angry. Apart from being angry, he was also a little wronged.He felt that his talent had been buried, the invigilator was ignorant, and he was just a thousand li horse lacking in talent.

Just when he had fantasized that he would be interviewed by reporters after he became famous a few years later, and told about the setbacks and blows that this incident caused him today, destroying a young literary dream and preventing a new literary star from rising, Chu Meng resigned. His words brought him back from decades later to the present.

[...Of course, I found out the comments the invigilator gave you, do you want to listen? 】

When Su Ran heard it, he immediately regained his energy: "Listen!" He wanted to see what point he didn't write well!

[The article is full of true feelings, beautiful sentences, and moving plot...]

Su Ran yelled angrily: "If this is the case, why did you give me 90 points? Don't tell me he is jealous of my youth and talent!"

Chu Mengci unhurriedly said a but: [But... it's off topic and not in line with reality.The article describes water mist, not smog. Haze is grayish, while fog is transparent white.The teacher knows that this is the candidate's hope for Hebei, hoping that one day there will be normal morning fog in Hebei, but the teacher hopes that the candidates can write more down-to-earth articles based on the reality and strictly follow the topic. 】

Su Ran: There is no smog in my house every day!Bite me if you don't accept it!If I had known earlier, it would have been stated on the examination paper that I was from Henan and not from Hebei.

He covered his face sadly, and muttered to himself: "I miscalculated. I wrote too much at the time, and accidentally used an adjective of whiteness. Who knew that the teacher's eyes were so sharp!"

He quickly retorted unconvinced: "Isn't this exam question too harsh?! Is there smog in Hebei Province?! If you are a candidate from an original ecological mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers, how do you answer the question!! !"

Chu Mengci: [Yes, in this world, the entire province of Hebei is covered in smog.A small mountain village with beautiful mountains, clear waters and no pollution does not exist. 】

Su Ran: ...This is the worst time Hebei was hacked.

He collapsed on the bed weakly, thinking that he would never love again.Thinking that he has been in the composition field for so many years, he is very familiar with classic routines, and writes articles strictly according to the writing formula. !

Su Ran: "I can no longer see the future of China's education sector. China's education sector has been broken from the root. I am not the first student to be destroyed, nor will I be the last..."

Chu Mengci: ...I don't think you will get the color of the smog wrong again in the future.

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Diary of Chu Mengci:

My boy seems to have a story too.