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A quiz was organized in the first month of school. When Teacher Chen came into the class with the report card, the students already knew that the grades were out today, and they were especially quiet. The classmates passed the report card back, and they stood on the podium.

"In this test, Xiao Shutong is the first in class, Wang Yuwei is the second in the class, and the grades of the other students are also considered satisfactory, but what the teacher wants to say is that high school is a new beginning, and maybe when you come to university, it will be a new beginning. .”

Teacher Chen looked at the students seriously while talking, "School has just started, and you may think it's a bit early for me to say this, but the teacher hopes that you will also pay attention to your grades while living a happy and regret-free high school life. So that you won’t regret it when you think about it in the future.”

"It's only the first year of high school. I don't want to wait until you reach the third year of high school. You want to work hard, but you can't catch up with those students who have been working hard to improve. You have grown up. I hope you will think about what the teacher said."

Except for Teacher Chen's voice, there was no movement in the class. Xiao Shutong has always been a qualified listener. Maybe everyone at this time is just temporary, but they all listened to what the teacher said.

Teacher Chen changed the topic, "Now we have all been familiar with each other for a month. Class committees are democratically elected. We don't look at the results, so we can recommend ourselves. Let's make a decision today."

The tense atmosphere just now suddenly relaxed, and the sound of chattering discussions came from the classroom.

Cheng Shanyao also turned his head, "Xiao Shutong, you are really good, do you want to be elected as a class committee member?"

Xiao Shutong quickly shook his head, "I don't want to." After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "I can't do it."

When Cheng Shanyao heard that Xiao Shutong didn't intend to be a class committee member, his mood was instantly depressed.

"I don't want to, forget it, so you can spend more time playing with me."

Play?Xiao Shutong was very helpless, did Cheng Shanyao listen to Teacher Chen's words?

The class committee also made a decision during the discussion. Of course, some students recommended themselves. Wang Yuwei became the class monitor, Sun Haoxiang, the deputy class monitor, and Xiao Shutong, the other classmate, didn't listen carefully, and their thoughts drifted away.

After getting used to high school life, Xiao Shutong started a part-time job on weekends.

Although the last time I talked to my grandma was just to train myself, but it would be good if I can be self-sufficient and save more money. Both father and mother have their own families, and Xiao Shutong doesn't want to rely on them too much.

Xiao Shutong was too young when he first started working part-time, so he mustered up the courage to ask the sister of the milk tea shop to accept him as a clerk. Looking back now, Xiao Shutong didn't blush, and I don't know if he had worked before. With more people, he himself grew up very quickly.

This time I was still looking for a job in a milk tea shop. After all, I am proficient in all aspects of the technique, and there are indeed recruiting interns near the school.

Xiao Shutong's height has reached 173 this year, and it is easier to find a job than last year. He is no longer ridiculed as a child laborer, but Xiao Shutong's face has always belonged to the category of looking small.

The milk tea shop only works for five hours, and the store manager would not let the students be responsible for the evening work out of consideration for the students. After finishing work in the afternoon, Xiao Shutong went to the nearby Square Park with his tools of livelihood on his back.

I went to a less lively place and put down the small folding stool, and opened up the painting tools and other supplies.

Xiao Shutong learned the skill of painting from his grandmother. Xiao Shutong's childhood was not like other children, he was always quiet, and every time his grandmother took him out, he would sit alone.

Grandma didn't let him go to various cram schools and interest classes. After Xiao Shutong lived with her for a few months, she slowly taught him to draw.

The hustle and bustle nearby seemed not to exist in Xiao Shutong's mind, he sketched the surrounding scenery on his own, and unconsciously completed a picture, Xiao Shutong methodically took out a wooden Picture frame, put the painting I just finished in it and put it in front of it.

Only then did I realize that the place I chose just now was not so crowded, and now there are more people, and some people who noticed Xiao Shutong stopped to look at his paintings, Xiao Shutong was slightly embarrassed and nervous, he used to be in middle school. This side is not as crowded as this side, so I pursed my lips and calmed down and continued to draw the next one.

Try to let yourself ignore the crowd watching, and continue to paint calmly. Once Xiao Shutong paints with heart, he will not be so nervous. Gradually, the voice of people will disappear from his mind, and Xiao Shutong will paint a landscape in his memory.

Seeing that Xiao Shutong stopped writing, an old man hurriedly asked.

"Kid, are you selling this painting?"

Xiao Shutong smiled slightly, "Well, yes."

The old man looked at the young child, "How much is that, I bought it."

Xiao Shutong pursed his lips again, "Well, the painting is 100 yuan, the frame is 150 yuan, a total of [-] yuan." After speaking, he looked at the old man with hopeful eyes.

The old man showed a smile, "Well, then I bought it." Then he took money out of his pocket and handed it to Xiao Shutong, and picked up the painting beside the backpack, "Kid, the painting is very good, go on effort."

Xiao Shutong smiled at the old man, and there was a lot of discussion beside him, probably saying that the price of this painting is very valuable, Xiao Shutong took the money and put it away.

It was still light but it was not too early, and there were more people around, Xiao Shutong packed his things and prepared to go back today.

The crowd saw him packing up, so they automatically stepped aside and dispersed.

"Ah! Little book boy, you're going back." A chuckling voice came from beside him.

Xiao Shutong turned his head to look at the person who spoke, wondering if this person was talking to him just now.

"Hey, I didn't expect that there was no response to giving someone a nickname."

Only then did Xiao Shutong notice that there were several people beside him, and he suddenly realized that three of them were classmates in his class.There was also that tall and handsome boy inside, Xiao Shutong knew his name was Ling Shuofang, and they had basketballs in their hands, so they should have come here to play.

Xiao Shutong nodded to them and continued to pack things.

"Hey, I really don't want to respond, I call you little book boy." Seeing that Xiao Shutong ignored him, the man continued to tease him.

Xiao Shutong turned back to look at the person who spoke, and nodded to him.

Ling Shuofang pushed away the partner whose arm was on his shoulder, "Hi, I'm Ling Shuofang."

"Yes." Xiao Shutong nodded, "I know, hello."

"Then what, are you going back?"

Ling Shuofang was not familiar with Xiao Shutong, but he remembered this classmate, that day, Teacher Chen announced the grades at the class meeting, and after class, his buddy Zhou Fujun was discussing with him Xiao Shutong, who was the number one in the class just now, because he felt that The name sounds like a little bookboy.

Ling Shuofang picked up the report card that had just been handed out, and looked at the number one name, Xiao Shutong, so he especially remembered this person.

If the usual Ling Shuofang never went to join in the fun when he saw crowded places, Zhou Fujun would have called out, "Hey, isn't that the little book boy?"

When the six of them walked over, they came around the flower bed, and saw Xiao Shutong sitting there quietly painting from the side, Ling Shuofang looked at the whispering crowd in front of him, the noisy voices of children in the square, the square dance music in the distance The sound of playing, the sound of shouting on the court, but none of them disturbed the boy who painted.

"That's right, why go back so early, play ball with us, little book boy." After Zhou Fujun finished speaking, Ling Shuofang turned his head and gave him a glare.

Zhou Fujun was not afraid either, "Then what is the name of the little book boy, No.1? No.1 is also good." After speaking, he was still thinking about it.

Ling Shuofang quickly interrupted, "Just call me by my name honestly."

Zhou Fujun saw that Ling Shuofang's face was about to turn cold, "Okay, okay! Xiao Shutong, let's do it."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Xiao Shutong, "Are you really going back? Let's play for a while, we are No.1 and still study all day, give us a way, today is Sunday."

Xiao Shutong also didn't comment on Zhou Fujun's name, and smiled lightly, "Well, I'm going back, and there is still a long way to go home, so I won't play for now, you guys have fun."

Zhou Fujun didn't force anyone to leave, "Okay then, goodbye, student Xiao."

After finishing talking, go to Laling Shuofang, "Let's go, play." The companion next to him is also urging.

Ling Shuofang had no choice but to compromise, and looked at Xiao Shutong, "Then you go back and be careful, see you tomorrow."

Xiao Shutong nodded, "Well, see you tomorrow."

Xiao Shutong went home for dinner and thought of Ling Shuofang he saw today. He felt that Cheng Shanyao must have been misunderstood by the rumors. Although he didn't communicate much, he really didn't look like the kind of bad student who fought and made trouble.

Xiao Shutong remembered a very small thing, so small that it could be ignored, but he always remembered it.

There was an event in middle school, and the students started to go out. The classmates in front went out in twos and threes. Someone accidentally knocked off the pen on the table by the back door. The person who fell didn’t notice and went out. No one around saw it.

But the pen fell a bit hard, it was a beautiful ceramic pen, Xiao Shutong picked it up and saw the pattern cracked, and was about to call someone, when the owner who turned back from the front misunderstood that he had dropped it.

Especially that classmate who insisted that it was Xiao Shutong who dropped it, and no one saw it. Xiao Shutong finally compensated the pen. He was not afraid of spending the money, but he always felt uncomfortable being misunderstood.

And in that situation, everything he wants to say will become an excuse. When a person already has a subjective consciousness that you did this thing, he will definitely think that you did it, and everything else will become an excuse.

This kind of thing happened many times in Xiao Shutong's life from childhood to adulthood, big and small. Although it didn't hurt him, some things were really not like what they saw at that time.

And it is impossible for Xiao Shutong to tell others, maybe he will feel that Xiao Shutong doesn't need to keep in mind such a trivial matter.

Xiao Shutong remembered these, on the one hand, because his mind was too delicate, on the other hand, he reminded himself not to make judgments based on what his eyes saw,

Xiao Shutong fell asleep thinking about these miscellaneous things, wondering if there would be some good things in his dream.