I met you back in 2000

Chapter 145 February 2004, 2 Cinema

I really don’t have any impression of Zhou Zhou going abroad. Maybe his father wanted to send him abroad to hide, but I don’t know how he went to the army after that.

Shi Qiang found Super Mario, plugged in the game disk, and sat next to me.

"Wang Shuishui, do you still have a grandmother?"

"Isn't this nonsense? You think my mother was made by Nu Wa."

"Wrong, wrong, I mean your grandma is still there?"

When Shi Qiang asked this suddenly, I knew he was reading my composition again.

"Damn it, who told you to look through my schoolbag." Saying that, I hurried back to the table behind.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jiangyu was holding my composition, looking at it with great interest.

When I grabbed it, I was scolded, saying that they didn't respect my privacy.

Qin Jiangyu probably didn't expect me to react so strongly, so he put a smile on his face and apologized to me seriously.Su Ze also helped me organize the few pages of composition paper on the table and stuff them back into my schoolbag.

In fact, I am also a little annoyed by Su Ze. It's not like he doesn't know that I hate others reading my composition, so why didn't he think of putting it away for me just now.

Shi Qiang moved over shyly, coughed a few times unnaturally, scratched his head and said sorry to me.

"Didn't the Chinese teacher always praise you for your good composition, so I'll take a look at it." Shi Qiang explained.

He was right, my composition was praised several times by the teacher, and even let me participate in this year's new concept composition competition.Of course, I still have a bit of a B number in my heart whether I will win the award, after all, I am not that good yet.

I hate others reading my composition because I have written too much about life in the countryside, especially my grandma, who has been dead for many years, no longer knows how many childhood memories I have arranged.For a while, I go fishing in the river, for a while I go to the mountains to pick tea, and for a while I go to the forest to dig bamboo shoots.People are gone and I have to work like this all day long.

When the teacher asked me to talk about composition, she herself said that no matter whether my narrative is true or not, the feelings are still in place.At that time, I didn't refute anything. She thought it was fake and it was fake. As long as I could get a high score, it didn't matter to me.

But now they pass my composition around like a joke, so people won't be angry.Anyway, respect the old man.

"Although my grandma is gone, everything in my composition is true. She lives in a ravine, washes vegetables and empties toilets in a river, and I even fed pigs, and the toilet is next to the pigsty. The yard is full of chicken shit..."

I got excited and said a lot of words in one breath, everyone at the table was stunned, and Su Ze raised his head and stared at me.

Poor people should never feel that they are the most unfortunate in the world, because there are people who are poorer and more unfortunate than you.

"Why didn't I hear you say this." Su Ze's voice was low, but we all heard it.

In fact, I also feel that I am too serious. Isn’t that what writing is like? There are some truths and some false ones. The stories I have made up can probably be written as a novel.

I laughed suddenly, shrugged my shoulders and said indifferently, "Who doesn't have a few poor relatives."

When Shi Qiang saw me laughing, he laughed too, put his arm on my shoulder and said nonsense, "It's okay, your relatives are my relatives, I asked my dad to buy the whole mountain."

"Bragging doesn't pay taxes, right?"

Everyone present, including Shi Qiang himself, laughed together.

Shi Qiang's family is rich, but some words should be taken as jokes.He later explained to me that he just wanted to read the post-review article arranged by the teacher.

It's the movie whose name I didn't know before I watched it, and what I didn't know what it was about after I watched it.When I think of this, my old face burns.Who knows what kind of kissing and groping things Su Ze and I sat in the corner of the last row during those 120 minutes.

Taking another sneak peek at Su Ze, he appeared calm and relaxed.

[The author has something to say]: The content of the movie theater will probably write an extra episode and put it in the group, as a small welfare in the group~

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