Let go of the past

Classrooms with early reading time are usually divided into three parts, those who study well, those who race against time to catch up on sleep, and those who work diligently to catch up with homework, even if they are key classes in key middle schools, they are still unavoidable.

The deskmate buried his head in a pile of papers and workbooks, and was busy writing, and suddenly noticed that the sound of wind and rain was in his left ear, but there was no sound of reading.He tilted his head strangely, stretched his neck and glanced at Li Ziqing, and saw that he was sitting upright and concentrating. There was a soft leather diary spread out on the table, and he was writing something slowly with a pen.

"Are you writing a diary?" The tablemate had a horrified expression of seeing prehistoric animals, "Are there still high school students insisting on writing diaries these days?"

"Zhou Ji." Li Ziqing didn't seem to care that the content would be read by others. He didn't hide it, and looked calm. He wrote the last line with a pen like a dragon, drew a period, and then closed the book.

"You see for yourself?" The curiosity of the deskmate was aroused, and he couldn't care less about making up homework, and chatted with him enthusiastically.

Li Ziqing turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "Show it to my uncle."

"Uncle?" The tablemate was even more surprised, "You have such a good relationship with your uncle? My relationship with my parents is often in jeopardy, let alone other relatives."

Li Ziqing smiled lightly and nodded: "Well, the relationship is very good."

"Wow, I'm so envious of you. Uncle is no better than mom and dad. He will definitely give you a lot of pocket money secretly, right? And he doesn't care about your grades. Although you don't need to care too much about your grades, but compared with mom and dad, uncle is simply It's an angel."

Li Ziqing put the diary in the drawer, and then he heard the tablemate continue to ask: "What about your parents?" It's far away."

"Oh," guessed the tablemate: "Business trips, my parents are on business trips occasionally, and I'll be happy when they leave. But the chances of them both going on business trips at the same time are too slim, I'm so envious of you."

Li Ziqing glanced at him and said, "Don't be envious."

The tablemate waved his hand, "I just said casually, my dad is the youngest, he only has a few older sisters, and he doesn't have any uncles. There are a lot of aunts, and the nagging is annoying to death."

As soon as the chatterbox at the same table was opened, Li Ziqing stretched out his hand and tapped the English paper on his desk with only a few multiple-choice questions, then turned around, wailed, and continued to make up homework with a face full of grief and indignation went.

The bell rang for the end of the morning reading, and the students got up to go to the cafeteria to have breakfast. The labor committee member stood up and shouted: "This week, the third group is on duty. Don't leave. Stay and clean the classroom before going to eat. Wang Dawei, You are also in three groups."

Wang Dawei who had just walked to the door cursed in a low voice, but he had no choice but to turn back.

The students went out one after another. The third group stood in the aisle and waited for people to leave before starting to clean. Wang Dawei was in a hurry to eat, and had already started to sweep from the first row in the middle.A female classmate was wearing brand-new white sneakers. She had just walked to the third row of aisles when Wang Dawei swept over her. She hurriedly avoided, and her body bumped into the desk behind her.The things in the drawer fell to the ground due to the force of the impact, and slid back a short distance due to inertia, and stopped in a puddle of milk that someone spilled on the ground.

"You don't have eyes?" the female classmate cursed in horror.

"Didn't you see me sweeping the floor yourself?" Wang Dawei was also persistent.

"Crazy." The female classmate gave him a gouging look, turned around and walked away.

"Ugly." Wang Dawei looked at her back and cursed angrily, then turned around and continued sweeping the floor.

The broom was parked in the fifth row, Wang Dawei looked at the book soaked in milk on the ground, pulled the corner of his mouth, stretched out two fingers to pick it up, looked at the dripping book in disgust, turned his head and threw it into the aisle in the trash can.

Li Ziqing and Xiao Kaicheng returned to the classroom after having breakfast together. The class was already filled with more than half of the people, and the deskmate was waiting eagerly for him. When he finally came back, he hurriedly begged: "Copy your English papers for me. Well, I really can't finish it, the cloze is terrible..."

Li Ziqing reminded: "The English teacher asked for leave this morning."

"Ah, ah, I don't care, anyway, I don't want to write it myself."

Li Ziqing had no choice but to reach into the drawer and find out for him the papers he wrote last weekend evening self-study.

The deskmate looked at him adoringly, making a gesture of holding a heart, and just about to express a few words of surging emotion, Li Ziqing's face changed, and he bent down to search in the drawer.

"The paper is gone?" the deskmate asked in surprise.

"No." Li Ziqing said anxiously, "I can't find my diary."

The tablemate was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of anxiety appeared on his face, and he said quickly, "If you look for it again, you may have gotten to the bottom."

"No." Li Ziqing withdrew his hand, his eyes were full of sadness and despair, "It's not in the drawer anymore."

The deskmate was a little overwhelmed, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Ask the sweeper, he is still there this morning." As soon as he finished speaking, he had spontaneously stood up from his seat and shouted to the students in the classroom: "Which one of you is in the third group, did you see Li Ziqing's diary when you were sweeping the floor in the morning?"

The buzz in the class dropped a little bit, and everyone looked this way one after another, but no one responded immediately.

"Is there any?" The deskmate asked again.

"What book?" Someone asked back.

"A brown softcover notebook, has anyone seen it?"

"No……"

"No."

"I haven't seen..."

A few sporadic voices followed the trend and responded with a perfunctory attitude. The tablemate was a little annoyed, and couldn't help raising his voice: "That's strange, it's still there in the morning, but it's gone after a meal?"

"It's just a broken book, is it worth all the fuss?" Someone retorted unhappily.

"What a broken book, it's Li Ziqing's diary. It's much better written, it's very commemorative."

There were several laughs in the class, "Is anyone still writing a diary these days?"

Li Ziqing pulled the sleeve of the tablemate, motioned him to sit down, and said to him softly: "Don't talk about it, just throw it away."

"I seem to have seen it before." Suddenly there was a voice from the wall behind, and the student said uncertainly: "When I went to take out the trash, I seemed to have seen that kind of notebook, it was in the trash can... ..."

"Fuck." The tablemate became angry when he heard it, "Who the hell threw someone's good book into the trash can? What a wicked thing."

"Where did the trash go?" Li Ziqing finally stood up, looking straight at the classmate with his eyes, and his tone finally showed a little anxiety again.

"Uh..." The classmate was stunned by his eyes, and replied, "It's just the garbage outlet at the corner of the corridor."

The tablemate hesitated and asked Li Ziqing: "...are you going to pick up the trash can?"

Li Ziqing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then slowly said: "Class will start soon, let's talk about it after class."

The tablemate hesitated to speak, but Li Ziqing pulled him to sit down and said to him, "Thank you."

"Thank you, damn it, we must find out who is so owed."

The class was silent for a while, and Ji Bing, who stepped into the class, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

The tablemate suddenly stood up like Monkey King seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva, and shouted to him: "Ji Bing, Li Ziqing's—"

Li Ziqing quickly stretched out his hand to turn his face back, and was blocked by the way, and then said to him in a blunt tone: "Stop talking."

The tablemate was very confused: "Why?"

Li Ziqing looked down at the table, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "My business has nothing to do with Ji Bing."

Ji Bing looked at Li Ziqing's back from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, walked back to his seat and sat down without saying anything after a while.

The second period was over, and the recess was a little longer than other times. As soon as the math teacher left the classroom door, Li Ziqing quickly ran out on the back.

He ran down the sixth floor in one breath, and turned to the temporary garbage storage behind the teaching building. From a long distance, he could smell a pungent smell of corruption, leftover snacks, messy test papers, homework books, and discarded ones. Stationery, all kinds of different types of garbage are mixed together, which is prohibitive.

Li Ziqing stood by and watched for a moment, then gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves, leaning over to start searching from the top.

A hand reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the messy pile of trash, with a faint smile as always: "This little boy picking up trash, what are you looking for?"

Li Ziqing turned his head to look at Ji Bing's calm face, and frowned slightly: "Are you following me?"

Ji Bing burst out laughing, and said happily, "Have you watched too many spy movies? With this distance, do you need to follow?"

Li Ziqing wrenched his arm away from him, and said in a cold tone, "It doesn't matter to you what I'm looking for."

"So ruthless..." Ji Bing smiled lightly and said, "Did I offend you?"

Li Ziqing gave him a questioning look, Ji Bing raised his eyebrows, and then said: "If liking you is considered an offense to you, then I have no choice but to." He suddenly moved a little closer and looked into Li Ziqing's eyes, "Let's talk to Li Ziqing in advance. You say sorry."

He approached suddenly, forcing Li Ziqing to back away in shock, and then his arm was grabbed by the opponent again, and the voice that entered his ears was also mixed with anxiety: "Be careful!"

Li Ziqing stood still, Ji Bing looked at the garbage mountain in front of him, and said to him: "There will inevitably be some broken glass and worn-out pencil sharpeners, do you really want to grab it with bare hands?"

A bit of struggle flashed in Li Ziqing's eyes, but he was finally overwhelmed by disappointment and giving up. He turned around and walked back silently: "Forget it, let's go back."

"What the hell is it?" Ji Bing stood still.

Li Ziqing paused, turned his head to look at him, and said lightly: "It's just a notebook, and I wrote down some past events." He said, and sighed in relief, "Throw it away, it's still in my mind anyway. Remember."

"Then what if you forget later?"

"Then write it down before you forget it."

Ji Bing smiled, walked over and took Li Ziqing's forearm, turned and walked in the opposite direction of the teaching building.

Li Ziqing looked surprised: "Where are you going?"

"Buy a notebook." Ji Bing turned to look at him and smiled, "Maybe I will forget it tomorrow? So I have to write it down now."