river bank, river bank

At sunset, the moon is half hidden in the clouds, the light is gentle and deserted, and the wind is also suitable.

Bai San bids farewell to the brother with glasses who sticks to the last bouquet of roses with a face full of disbelief.He held a bosom full of roses, not easy to squeeze the bus, for fear of bumping into the petals, and walked home.

Only half a day later, the melancholy in his heart was swept away. What he met was a rose, what he saw was a rose, and what he smelled was a rose. A small heart carried the weight of a planet.

When he got home, he cut off a small section of the rose branch obliquely, soaked it in water, and put it on the window sill. In the middle of the night, he turned over in a daze in a dream, and muttered to himself facing the window.

"Live longer, live longer, live longer..."

The next day, Wednesday, is the day to see the dentist.

Bai San dawdled until eight o'clock, curled up on the bed wrapped in a quilt and rolled over, and then rolled over again... Don't want to go, still don't want to go.

Unlike the first time I went to the dentist with nervous and fearful resistance, this time there was no Dr. Jiang, no Gummy, just a strange female doctor who took over after the sudden delivery.

Even if he could eat two servings of strawberry tarts after he came out of the hospital, he couldn't lift his spirits.

Just at this time, the call rang, it was from the English teacher, Bai San got up with a grunt, and shook twice before answering.

An English teacher, his temper is easy to explode, and he can burn when there is a fire.There is also a pointer in each class. Wrong questions, failures to answer questions, and test scores will be slapped. None of the students in the three classes under his command can escape the punishment.

The subject everyone fears the most is also the subject he is the worst at. His grades in all subjects are high, except for his poor English.

However, Baisan is a special case. The English teacher's attitude is neither hot nor cold, but he has never hit him in the palm. Even if he was addicted to playing the battlefield for a while and scored more than 50 points in the test, he only sneered twice .

He always thought that his attitude of obediently admitting mistakes and writing the [-]-word self-criticism were particularly good and won the hearts of the people.Until later, I accidentally learned from the dean that the English teacher and his deceased mother were classmates in high school.

The whole conversation took less than 1 minute, and Bai San trembled with fear, mainly because the shadow was too deep at that time, and when he recalled the low pressure when the English teacher got angry, he felt frightened.

The English teacher only asked for the address and made an appointment to meet at his home.

This time there is a good reason, Bai San is not very happy to postpone the time of seeing the dentist from the morning to the afternoon.

He sluggishly lashed out at the custard bun, then kicked and kicked the little rabbit's cotton mop, tidying up the room in a hurry.

At ten o'clock, the doorbell rang.

It's been a while since I saw her. The English teacher changed her hairstyle. Her straight black long hair turned into a small curl hanging down to her neck. She was still dressed in business attire and her makeup was light.

Bai San obediently followed behind her, holding a cup of hot lemon tea, ready to pass it at any time, with the appearance of a standard elementary school student.

"You're thin." The English teacher glanced at him, took the tea, and turned to look around the room. "You seem to be doing well?"

Unexpectedly, Bai San couldn't help but lightly responded with the appearance of temporarily tidying up.

The English teacher seemed to rush over from school, holding a thick cowhide file box in his hand. He was very familiar with this when he saw it. There must be a stack of papers in it. A listless.

It's all in recognition of your great love——before the words came out, Bai San raised his head and was stunned by the file box that flew over suddenly.

"Open it, pinch it yourself, and do English first." The English teacher sat down on the sofa leisurely, crossed his legs, took out his mobile phone to play the game, and put his high-heeled shoes on the small heels bit by bit.

Baisan let out a dry sigh, and opened the file box, which was full of white papers.

It is easy to distinguish, there is a piece of paper between each volume, and the words "National College Entrance Examination Paper" are printed on the top few sheets.

The first semester of high school will end.

There is snow on the light gray branches outside the window, and early spring has not yet arrived. He is biting the pen holder, impartial, and the light that falls through the gaps in the clouds is brighter than the first buds that have survived the crazy years.

He finished the English paper and handed it over carefully.

The English teacher didn't look at it carefully, just glanced at it, stuffed it into the handbag, left an address, and asked him to mail it after finishing the papers, and drank half a cup of tea.

"What's your plan next?"

Bai San sat upright, his wide cuffs covered the backs of his hands, only his thin fingers were showing as he tugged at his fluffy hair, he was a little embarrassed to mention it to others.

After a long time, he whispered: "Just... don't go to school, study at home, anyway, you can take the college entrance examination when the time comes."

"The environment at home is really good, and you are also efficient, so you shouldn't be left behind. There are too many things in school, so I won't come after that. I will send you all the test papers to this address, oh yes, and the audio recorded by the deputy monitor for each class. , and the notes made by the class representative, I saved a box, let’s take a look at it at home.”

The English teacher left after finishing speaking, and Bai San stood there in a daze, saying something, thank you, etc., but his mind was in a mess, as if he was pretending to be empty.

At first, I couldn’t figure it out during the day, and I couldn’t sleep at night. I comforted myself with desperately mustering the courage between light and flint. At this moment, there was a sudden new power, hot and scalding, which could burn away all the dark nights of ignorance.

The figure of the English teacher got farther and farther away, and disappeared after leaving the gate of the community. The roses were in full bloom, and the fragrance lingered for a long time. The test paper on the table was brand new, and it smelled of ink.

He was not in a hurry to make a mock-up, nor did he check how many copies were left in the file box, to see if there were any mistakes in the addresses he wrote down.

The model dagger was quietly lying in the small brocade box in front of the desk. The surface of the brocade box was engraved with the pattern of cranes and deer. It was specially customized when he saved five months of living expenses in the year he just received the dagger. Orphanage life.

The interlining inside the brocade box was not the original one either. He thought the original one was not good and not soft enough, so he spent a long time in the fabric shops in Beicheng, and finally found it.

Finally, there is the model dagger, which he can see every day as soon as he raises his eyes. He is familiar with its weight, its touch, and its strength.

From being unknown to being in the spotlight, he has witnessed every game and accompanied every day and night.

Bai San is a nostalgic person. When he was nine years old, he received a toy car as a gift from others. It has been kept intact in the storage box. Every time the dean complains about the bad boy breaking the toy, he has to take it out. Say something.

When I heard it, I just didn't think so.

He stared at the model dagger for a long time, long enough to realize that he does not have much ability to shoulder dreams and reality at the same time, and he clearly recalled that after applying for an account in the battlefield, he waited for a few months, and the day he got the dagger, he wanted to , as long as this one is used, no other weapons are needed, and it is by no means like those people in the player circle who resell weapons casually.

At exactly 1:[-] p.m., the game forum released a new message of resale, and the player circle exploded in an instant, and a thousand-story building was built in an hour.

Dagger Ceiling Sun sells account ownership (including weapons, a dagger), and requires: no other weapons besides it.

After posting this message, Bai San logged off his account. He was sure he wanted to sell it, but he couldn't calmly accept that the dagger would become someone else's property.

Bad things always come together.

He went out sullenly, went to the dentist sullenly, and met Jiang An, who should not have appeared in the dental waiting room, sullenly.

"Here we come," Shan Jia took time out of his busy schedule and threw him the No. 7 number plate, "The female doctor gave birth to her child, and now she has taken confinement leave, so we, Dr. Jiang, are still here. Are you happy?"

Bai San let out an oh, really unable to bring up any emotions, and replied two words expressionlessly, "Happy."

The potted sunflowers on the table that were full of dry leaves forgot to water were more convincing than him, Shan Jia curled her lips and pulled off a leaf.

There are not many people in the waiting room, but there are few seats. At a glance, the sofa is full of people, and only one sofa seat is empty. Next to it is a middle-aged woman with a loud voice. Bai San is unwilling to move out of the small stool in the corner. , turned around and walked out.

The corridor was quiet and deserted, and the waiting chairs on the wall had been covered with a layer of cushions at some point, which was better than five or six people crowded in a small room.

"Hey, where are you going? Isn't there an empty seat?" Shan Jia stopped him.

Then, a new patient came in and sat on the empty seat in her mouth.

Bai San sighed silently, shrugged his shoulders to Shan Jia dejectedly, and turned his head to look at Jiang An who was concentrating on his work in the treatment room.

Very busy, very busy, still very busy very busy.

Shan Jia followed his gaze and looked at him, then suddenly smiled, raised her chin, and motioned for the high-backed chair behind the desk.

"Anyway, Dr. Jiang is busy, so he's free, so you can sit here first."

Bai San instantly shook his head like a rattle, and a series of "no, no, no" came out of his mouth like a little goldfish bubbling bubbles.

"Don't be cowardly, Dr. Jiang is very talkative, although I haven't seen anyone sitting there, I'll ask you." Shan Jia patted him on the shoulder, said and entered the treatment room.

Bai San was stunned on the spot, why did he want to sit in Dr. Jiang's high-backed chair, as if he didn't dare to say anything, and asked others to help spread the word.

Baihuhu, how can you be so cowardly!

There is a gap between the floor tiles, but unfortunately it was smoothed out and it was too small.He looked at the ground, approached the ground, squatted down slowly, bit his lower lip and hugged his knees.

"I'm afraid you lost it outside the door," Shan Jia came out with a smile, and squatted down with him, "Doctor Jiang agreed."

Kindergarten children will lose...

Bai San, who was wrapped in a thick padded jacket, turned his head away, his bent knuckles turned pink, looking like a round tomato.

"Doctor Jiang asked, did you see that circle?"

Shan Jia paused, looked up at the high-backed chair, Baisan's ears moved, and his eyes looked over at the same time.

The table top of the desk is narrow in the middle and wide on both sides, and it forms a circle with the half-circular window sill behind the high-back chair.

Seeing it, Bai San nodded.

"Doctor Jiang also said," Shan Jia poked his head together with him in a teasing tone, "That circle is the protective circle that Sun Wukong used a golden cudgel to draw Tang Sanzang. Any monsters dare not step in, so you stay in it and be good. , and wait for him to come back.

A small plump tomato is completely ripe, and it is cute.

Bai San squatted on the ground unable to get up, his head was buried in his arms, he quietly rubbed his cheek with his collar, revealing a small piece of neck, which was so red as to bleed.

Gan.

The author has something to say:.

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Colleague 1: That clingy person in my family, he has to drive me to and from get off work every day, and he said no, he was angry (shrugging his hands helplessly

Colleague 2: Don't be fooled by this guy, they both work in the same company.Speaking of this, I have to talk about my partner, although he doesn’t take the initiative to contact me, don’t hold me, don’t hug me, don’t kiss me...but he loves me very much (keep smiling

Colleague 3: Oh, is that also called love?You have never seen my baby. One morning, my baby slept on my arm for half an hour!Half an hour!From then on, that day is my baby day every year. After three years, my baby has slept on my arm for a total of one and a half hours! ! (Akimbo laughing wildly

Whenever the relationship life is discussed at the dinner table, Jiang An is always the one who listens and doesn't say much.

This time he was asked suddenly, and he was not embarrassed. He remembered that he often hugged a quilt in the middle of the night, and he often hugged a soft little thing. He smiled and picked a few trivial things to mention lightly.

"He doesn't love me very much, and he's not clingy. If he wakes up first in the morning, he'll get up out of bed and hit me with his head, or he'll roll on my body, and then rub his arms around my neck and face, He loves to lick and kiss and gnaw when I sleep. Once I wake up, he is a big problem. He has to follow every step. He is a little follower. When I make the quilt, he likes to lie in it, etc. I roll it up and roll it to play. And when I eat, if he sees it, he must taste a little bit, no matter whether he has eaten it or not, whether he likes it or not, he is very curious."

Jiang An stopped here and thought for a while, "Maybe it's just for me, and you must kiss and touch before going to bed and when you wake up, otherwise you will sit on my lap and look at me innocently without blinking. Come on, she's good at acting like a baby."

Colleague 1, Colleague 2, Colleague 3... All the faces were shocked! !

What the hell is it called 'not loving me very much and not being clingy'? ? ?

Jiang An nodded, and the next second, the old man's phone rang.

The soft little thing's voice was also soft, "Why haven't you come back?"

Happy Children's Day!

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