Nowhere to be found, only the heart of a young man

When I got home from the barber shop, my mother was getting impatient and was about to go downstairs to find me.

"Why did you just come back! Minmin went to school half an hour ago! Mom has been waiting for you so she's going to be late!"

I didn't say a word, let alone explain my experience downstairs.

On the wall clock on the wall, the hour hand stays between "one" and "two", the minute hand is firmly fixed on "nine", the second hand is ticking away, and it is only a moment before the bell rings in the afternoon clock.

Time was so tight that my mother didn't even have time to pay attention to my new hairstyle.I took the wet towel she handed me, wiped it on my sweaty face a few times indiscriminately, and hurriedly picked up my schoolbag.The two rushed down the dormitory building in a whirlwind, and I jumped on the back seat of the bicycle, and was driven by my mother on the way to school.

Along the way, the anxious mother kept talking, wondering if she locked the door in a panic.

At ten past two, I stood at the door of the classroom, sweating profusely, with my schoolbag on my back and my short disheveled hair.

Teacher Yang, the head teacher, is standing on the podium with great enthusiasm, teaching mathematics to the students in the class.

The huge campus is peaceful and quiet, and the teacher's high-pitched and loud teaching voice can be heard from the door of each classroom, one after another.

"report!"

I shouted in embarrassment.

The head teacher who was waving his arms and writing on the blackboard was suddenly interrupted by my shout, with a trace of displeasure on his face.She glanced at me.

"Come in, come earlier next time!"

This is the instruction given to me by Teacher Yang.

I lowered my head, trotted all the way, and slipped into my seat.

Someone in the classroom began to whisper.I lowered my head shyly, thinking that my appearance at this time must be extremely funny.

The head teacher took this opportunity to re-emphasize the importance of maintaining order in the classroom. Calm was restored in the classroom, and my head hung lower.

I was a little absent-minded throughout the afternoon class.Because of the broken hair scattered around my neck, it made me itchy.During class, Fang Fang, my friend at the same table, giggled at me non-stop.She laughed and said that when I broke in at noon, I looked like a "little dirty cat" in a shack.

I pouted at her.

Finally waited until the afternoon after school.

I picked up my schoolbag, walked out of the school gate, and walked towards the bus stop with a tired body.

I'm too tired today, and I really don't have the energy to walk home.After finally squeezing into the bus, I was lucky enough to find a seat by the window to sit down.

The bus is fully loaded with passengers and starts slowly.The sun was setting, and the whole city returned to normal temperature from the persistent high fever.

I leaned my head on the glass window of the bus, feeling the cool breeze blowing from the window, and the ends of my hair pinned behind my ear were gently swaying in the breeze.

The scene in the barbershop at noon came to mind involuntarily.

The scissors were swinging deftly in the hands of the proprietress, like a sword waving in the hands of a knight.When the long hair on the forehead fell down one after another, the boy's bony and fair face appeared in the barber mirror, with distinct features.

I stared curiously at the boy in the mirror, so engrossed that I forgot the movement of the hour and minute hands on the face.

Inadvertently, the person in the mirror met my eyes, and he looked at me meaningfully.

The eyes are deep and aggressive.

Suddenly, I came back to my senses and awkwardly turned my head to the side, pretending to be indifferent, as if I was re-attracted by the hot scene in the market.

However, my heart was pounding with fright.

Around me, the world suddenly became silent.

The results of the final exam came out, and I got the second place in the class.I was a little annoyed, because of my carelessness, I lost the first place in my dream.

As usual, my parents and Min Min had to celebrate me happily at home, they are used to my good grades.

There are rumors that from the end of the first semester of the second year of junior high school, the school will artificially divide us into key classes and parallel classes according to the students' performance.

For this big change, the school gave the statement that class division is conducive to concentrating strength and managing students in a focused way, so as to improve the school's enrollment rate.

If I can maintain the current performance momentum, I will definitely enter the key class in the future.

The weather is getting cooler after the summer vacation, and it's time to start school again.

The beginning of school is like the spring of the four seasons, it is a brand new beginning.The shortcomings and achievements of the past have been left behind in the last century by everyone with an optimistic attitude.After the rest of the whole holiday, everyone has every reason to believe that they will become better and stronger in the new semester.

September [-]st is Friday.After a day of class, the next is a rare weekend.

It's also my favorite schedule.

It allows you to usher in a new beginning with excitement and excitement in the long holiday, and then use the two-day rest day to calm down and think about how you will spend the next new school year.

But this year, my September started not as punctually as in previous years.

I ate too much candy during the summer vacation, and I got tooth decay.

Things are starting to get bad, a hole has rotted in the left molar.When eating, there will always be small pieces of food embedded in the small hole, filling it up.

Then there will be endless toothaches.

"How can a girl's teeth rot like this? Go to the hospital!"

"Anyway, you are still excited about the first day of school. If you can't calm down, just go on the first day! I can also ask for leave on Friday."

So, my mother took half a day off at work, registered a dental number at a well-known local hospital, and took me to get my teeth filled on the morning of September [-]st.

Therefore, on a cool autumn morning, when my classmates were standing on the playground singing the national anthem and watching the five-star red flag rising, my mother and I were sitting on the chair in the dental clinic, waiting anxiously for the doctor. Treat me.

As a result, we spent a whole morning at the dentist.

The doctor is like an ancient craftsman, treating my molars as a work of art.With a small squeaky drill in his hand, he focused on carving and filling in my mouth until the "little antique porcelain bowl" in his mouth was restored, and then nodded to me with satisfaction.

"Okay, that's all right, try to eat less sweets in the future."

This is his conclusion.

sweet?Where is the sweetness?At this moment, my mouth is numb and astringent because of the cotton wool stuffed in it, but I can't feel any sweetness!

After returning from the dental clinic, I couldn't find any appetite, so I had a quick lunch and went to school alone.