Back to 1988

After the mid-term exam, teacher Wang, the head teacher, re-adjusted the seats according to everyone's grades according to what he said before.

Mi Yang took the No.1 exam and ranked first, but the teacher did not let him sit on the "throne" in the middle, but let him sit first in the row by the window.Tang Xiao got good grades, but he was tall, so he raised his hand to apply for a seat back, and sat in the third row by the window, separated from Mi Yang.

Mi Yang's deskmate was replaced by a little girl who was the class monitor, probably because she lost the first place in the class. She attended class and listened very seriously every day. After working so hard, Mi Yang was too embarrassed to be lazy.

Sometimes Tang Xiao would pass small notes across a row, and occasionally during self-study classes, he would change seats with the students in the row in front and push the table forward, wishing to squeeze in between Mi Yang and the little girl who was the monitor. In the meantime, they became a row of three, whispering to Mi Yang in the name of asking math problems.

The squad leader was very angry and said, "Tang Xiao, you want to remember your name again, don't you?"

Tang Xiao rolled his eyes and said, "I was talking to Mi Yang, but I didn't tell you. Why are you so excited?"

The monitor ran to the blackboard and wrote the names of Tang Xiao and Mi Yang.

Mi Yang: "..."

Mi Yang felt that he was caught between these two unlucky children, and it was a bit of a shame.

The squad leader was in charge of order during the self-study class, waited for a while, squinted his eyes to observe, and quickly erased Mi Yang's name with the blackboard, leaving only Tang Xiao.

It was also Mi Yang who was lucky. As soon as his name was erased, the class teacher came in and walked around. Seeing Tang Xiao's name on the blackboard, he frowned and said, "Tang Xiao, who told you to change seats without permission, you should stand up for self-study!"

Tang Xiao curled his lips and went back to his seat, but he was honest for most of the class.

When Teacher Wang turned around, she intentionally stayed with the class monitor and Mi Yang for a while. She leaned against the window, and her eyes fell more on Mi Yang.

The little girl in the monitor next to Mi Yang didn't know it. When she saw the teacher coming in, the first reaction of a good student was to straighten her chest and work hard to do her homework, to be a good child.Mi Yang had been stared at for a long time, and felt a little uncomfortable. He raised his head and met Teacher Wang's gaze. Although there was no obvious disgust, it was more or less picky and dissatisfied.

Teacher Wang took the homework in Mi Yang's hand and checked it. There was nothing wrong with it. It seemed that he didn't give up and looked at Mi Yang's hand again. He frowned and said, "You write with your left hand? What does it look like? A little bit of discipline." None, change it now."

Mi Yang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously explained: "Teacher, I have been writing with my left hand since I was a child, and what's more..."

Teacher Wang interrupted him and said: "Since childhood? You are a child now, don't make excuses, you can decide whether the habit of the left hand is good or not? Is the teacher still cheating you? I think you read too much in the newspapers. What is the report about writing smartly with your left hand? You also believe that kind of fake news.”

Mi Yang was choked by her, he frowned and then relaxed, but he still obeyed her and switched hands.

Teacher Wang stood there watching him write a few strokes, and hummed: "By the way, practice from the basics down-to-earth is a student's duty."

Mi Yang opened his mouth, but swallowed it back, and didn't confront her.

Teacher Wang quickly finished his class tour, and clattered to the teacher's office next door on his wedge-heeled leather shoes.

In the office, several teachers were sitting there. Some were preparing lessons and some were chatting. They were very polite when they saw her come in. After all, Teacher Wang was old and had been in school for many years, so everyone respected her subconsciously.

A young female teacher smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, the newspaper ordered by your class has arrived. Here, put it on your desk."

Teacher Wang walked over and took a sip of tea, then slowly picked up the newspaper in her hand and looked through it. She ordered two newspapers for the class, one for elementary school students, and the other for daily life. There are few places for students to submit their contributions, and one or two essays by elementary and middle school students are often posted.An incident mentioned in the newspaper this time quickly attracted Teacher Wang's attention. She read it intently for a while, and then said with emotion: "Look, it's exactly what I thought!"

A male teacher next to him asked, "What's the matter, what's the news?"

When there was no Internet, TV and newspapers were the channels for all news dissemination, and everyone was very interested in the news in newspapers.

Teacher Wang showed him the opened page of the newspaper, and said to himself: "See, that 'little genius' who was admitted to Tsinghua University at the age of 13 last year was expelled from school! He can’t take care of himself every day, and what’s more terrible is that his mother has to accompany him to school, and runs to the dormitory to help him wash and cook meals... I said at that time, no matter how old a child is, he can do whatever he wants! Young, good grades , can it represent everything?"

The male teacher next to him read it, and passed it on to other teachers. Everyone took it as news, but they didn't bring any real feelings into it.When the teacher returned the newspaper to Teacher Wang, he suddenly said: "Hey, I remember that there seems to be a 'little genius' who skipped a grade in Teacher Wang's class, and he is also very smart."

Teacher Wang snorted coldly, and said: "If you have good grades, you will still be sent back after entering university. Those junior classes are doing the right thing? You were also expelled when you were admitted to Tsinghua University at the age of 13. Did you see it? It was published in the newspaper!" She took He read the newspaper and rattled, as if he had received great help from the sky and proved himself.

The other teachers looked at each other in blank dismay, and stopped talking. Instead, they wished that there was such a smart kid in the class. Not only did the teaching performance improve, but they would be so proud to say it.

The male teacher smiled and said: "I went back to class and looked at Mi Yang...that kid is called Mi Yang, right? I think he is very sensible, even better than other kids."

Teacher Wang waved his hand and didn't answer.

She has always felt that Mi Yang's young age is the biggest problem. Even if such a child can keep up with intelligence, can the others keep up? Being "ignorant" will only cause trouble in the class.Especially when she saw Mi Yang for the first time, she couldn't help frowning at the way the child was doted on by her mother. She still remembered that Mi Yang was being pushed into the school gate, and he was sitting and eating while watching, He didn't mean to come down and walk at all, it was because the parents spoiled him too much.

Mi Yang never imagined that he would provoke such a big resentment just by eating a sesame biscuit that day.

There is an art class in the afternoon, and everyone brought the rice paper and ink that they had prepared in advance, and they are looking forward to this class.

After taking out all the tools in class and pouring the ink into the plastic tray as required by the teacher, the classroom is filled with a strong fragrance of ink.Most of the students brought the ink from Yidege, and a small number of children bought large bottles of "stinky ink". This kind of ink is the cheapest, and it doesn't hurt to use it. It can be used for a long time, which is enough for the whole school year.

Mi Yang also brought ink, but his was brought in a small glass bottle, which was different from others. This bit of ink smelled very light, with a faint aroma of pine smoke. Smell carefully Sometimes it also smells of borneol and musk.Mi Yang was careful when using it. This amount of ink was enough for his mother’s monthly salary. The day before yesterday, Young Master Bai did not know where to inquire about the curriculum schedule for the third grade. He heard that he needed to use it in art class. Some of the best Songyan Huimo ink was "stolen".

Mi Yang opened the ink, poured it into the white plastic tray next to the five-colored petals, and began to wash and moisten the brushes, learning to write big characters like the teacher taught on the podium.

The art teacher is a young man who has just graduated from an art school. She is much more interesting in class. After teaching a general idea, she asks everyone to draw lots. Each group of five people puts together the small desks and let everyone collectively complete the writing brushes. Word homework.

This kind of form made the children very happy, especially when the lottery was drawn, everyone's exclamations and regrets came one after another. Surprisingly, Mi Yang's cheers were the highest, probably No.1 The halo was still there, and everyone stared at it with bright eyes, exhaled in the palm of their hand, and tried their best to draw Mi Yang.

Xiaopang was also one of them. He rubbed his palms, opened the draw carefully, and said with blushing cheeks, "Mi Yang! Mi Yang is with me hahaha!"

There was a "wow" exclamation all around, and the eyes of all the children fell on Xiaopang, full of envy.

Mi Yang took his pen, ink and rice paper, and walked to Xiaopang's side, where there was already an empty seat for him.Xiaopang excitedly said: "Come on, Mi Yang, sit here!"

Tang Xiao stood beside him, put a clean brush to his mouth, and made the most funny face at him, making Mi Yang laugh.

The good luck of their group is not over yet, probably because Xiaopang thinks that Xiaopang is lucky, so he is asked to continue to draw members.Xiaopang lived up to expectations, and then he was drawn as a junior monitor, which immediately attracted envious exclamations—although the monitor remembers the names, his grades are really good, and he is very good in every subject!

The squad leader, the little girl, came over with her belongings in her arms, her face was very serious, as if she was ready to take the first place in the group this time.

With the squad leader around, the efficiency has improved a lot. She always urged the members of the group to make everyone write diligently. If the writing is not good, she will point out rewriting.There were three boys and two girls in their group. Another little girl next to the class monitor had dirty school uniform, disheveled hair, and a very low voice. When she was writing, there were tears in her eyes, and she muttered something in a low voice.

The little girl in the squad leader didn't hear it clearly, but she was just used to it, and her family had an education model of "Who says women are inferior to men", so she couldn't bear to cry, so she immediately frowned and said, "Don't cry! "

The girl was too frightened to cry, and said with tears in her eyes, "I, I don't have rice paper anymore."

Xiaopang asked curiously: "The teacher told me to prepare more, why didn't you bring it?"

The girl rubbed her red eyes and said, "I don't have any at home."

Xiaopang wanted to ask again, but was stepped on by Mi Yang, he gave half of his rice paper to the girl, and whispered: "Use mine, I'm almost done, two sheets are enough .”

The girl hesitated, but after the class monitor observed, he waved his little hand and said, "You can't let all of Mi Yang come out. In this way, he will give out one, and I will also give out one. Tang Xiao and Yuan Yu, you two get one together. , three cards are enough for everyone to complete the task."

She had a clear division of labor, and she took the lead and gave one to the girl next to her. The chubby Yuan Yu was in business and brought a lot of rice paper, so she took two of them with a smile and said, "This is for me and Brother Xiao. Take it, who made us a team!"

The girl's face flushed, and she thanked her in a low voice.

The little squad leader raised his head and looked at her again, saying, "Speak up!"

The girl immediately said: "Thank you!"

The small squad leader was satisfied now, and continued to write big characters, very seriously.

Their group progressed quite smoothly. Mi Yang had been exposed to calligraphy and painting for a while as a hobby before, and writing with his left hand was no different. The shapes of the characters were all there, and it was more than enough for a primary school homework.And the little squad leader had obviously practiced it, probably because he was taught well at home. When he hung his wrist to write, his writing was better than Mi Yang's left-handed handwriting. Mi Yang couldn't help but look at it twice.

In addition, Tang Xiao and Xiaopang's writing was a bit miserable. They could only be regarded as passing grades, and they could barely recognize a word.Especially Tang Xiao's, from dog crawling, at most upgraded to official dog crawling.

There was still extra rice paper on Tang Xiao's side, and while the teacher was not paying attention, he secretly took a piece of rice paper from Mi Yang's side and said, "Mi Yang, help me quickly."

Mi Yang pushed the paper back and gave him a look. Tang Xiao understood and immediately changed places with him. The chubby next to him also watched Mi Yang pick up the pen with bright eyes, and he took a new rice paper and laid it out. Put it on the red rice pad, and you can't wait to write a few big characters "Dad save me" on your face!

The squad leader looked up at them, frowned, and struggled a lot with the option of reporting his own team.

On the other hand, the girl on the side already stretched her brows and eyes, covering her mouth and enjoying herself there.

Mi Yang changed his position, changed his pen and ink, and began to write in Tang Xiao's handwriting, not asking for greatness but stability, anyway, he could write better than Tang Xiao's chicken-claw-like handwriting.

Sitting next to Mi Yang, Tang Xiao pretended to pick up his pen, and also took a look at Mi Yang's handwriting. He only felt that the writing was neat and beautiful, and he couldn't see any tricks in the rest.But after looking at it for a while, I noticed a little difference, and said curiously: "Hey, Mi Yang, your ink seems to be different from ours."

Xiaopang is a good thing, leaned over to look at it and said: "Why is it different, isn't it also quite dark?"

Tang Xiao touched it, it was black but dull, he wondered, "It's quite black, but it's not bright."

Mi Yang glanced at it, and said: "This is the ink I brought from home. Well, it's the kind used for painting. It's most suitable for painting landscapes and so on. This kind is like this, and it's not bright."

Xia Pang asked curiously: "What is this called? Which one is better than our ink?"

"It's just a bit of ink rubbed out with ink sticks," Mi Yang said vaguely while writing, "It's not necessarily true. You see, our teacher used Yidege ink to teach us to write big characters and draw little swallows. It's very special on paper." It’s shiny, which I think looks good.”

Both Xiaopang and Tang Xiao took a look at the teacher's demonstration painting on the podium, and felt that what he said was very reasonable, because the written words were really beautiful.

The squad leader couldn't help but looked up curiously.

In fact, Mi Yang's Songyan Hui ink is more suitable for writing, but the children used Yidege ink during the practice stage, and he didn't want to be too outstanding, but wanted to blend in.

The girl next to her also looked up, with envy. What she brought was a big bottle of stinky ink, and she was a little envious of the small bottle of Yidege ink that everyone used.

But there are differences between Yidege inks.

In the five-person group at the table in front of them, there was a male student who used a gold bottle, which was extra small and more expensive. He poured a full plate for himself, and poured some for the classmate next to him. Ink ink, proudly said: "My aunt brought this to me from the provincial capital. It is very fragrant. If you don't believe me, try it! It's also very beautiful when written..."

He was so proud of what he said, and he was busy showing off his ink ink to other students. He dangled and quickly bumped into Mi Yang's side, because he was back to back and couldn't see each other. Yang picked up the pen quickly, and the word was ruined.Just as Mi Yang breathed a sigh of relief, before he could write the last word carefully, he was bumped again. This time the brush was knocked crookedly, poking a hole in the rice paper.

Mi Yang: "..."

Squad Leader: "..."

Without saying a word, Tang Xiao stepped forward and pushed the other party, saying: "You are going to die!"

The man didn't react for a moment, but he quickly said, "Tang Xiao, why are you scolding me?"

With great strength, Tang Xiao dragged him over, pointed to the punctured homework and said, "Look for yourself, you hit it once or twice, it's endless, right? You ruined this homework , you pay?"

The male classmate blushed, and couldn't break free from Tang Xiao's hand. Seeing Mi Yang next to him still holding the brush, he opened his mouth and said, "I didn't mean it. Besides you, why do you always look at this little guy?" !"

Tang Xiao: "Nonsense, this is my homework!"

Tang Xiao was righteous and confident. Seeing that the other party still refused to apologize, he went up and gave him a lesson. He made a move, and the chubby next to him was also unambiguous, and immediately rushed forward with his sleeves rolled up, "Whoa!" The posture of the assistant servant!The three of them got into a fight in the class—actually, it was a one-sided lesson. Tang Xiao was tall and good at bullying people.

The male classmate was beaten twice, and he became impatient. When he waved his hand, he overturned the table and knocked over a large bottle of stinky ink on the table. The girl next to him cried "ah".

The class leader was sharp-eyed, and while copying all the remaining intact homework of their group, he raised his voice and said loudly: "You guys stop typing! Otherwise, I will go - sue the teacher -!!"

The art teacher went out for a while, but she was not in the class. The little girl in the class was protecting her homework. She stuck to the wall like a little crab and tried to open the door to find the teacher. As soon as she touched the doorknob, the door was opened outside. The class teacher, Teacher Wang, was black Face walked in and said, "What's going on! What's going on, go out and listen, your class is the most noisy in the whole floor, is it plausible!"

The class slowly quieted down, but a little murmur of discussion could still be heard.

Teacher Wang walked over to the place where the table fell with a dark face. It was indeed the hardest hit area. The table was turned over, and many books fell out of the hole in the table, and two glass marbles rolled. It had been stained black with ink that had been sprinkled all over the floor, and it still exuded an unpleasant smell of stinky ink.

A girl with braided hair next to her was squatting there and wiping her tears with a rag, wiping her tears twice, crying softly.

Teacher Wang looked around, looked at Tang Xiao's three boys whose school uniforms were torn apart and was panting heavily, and then looked at Mi Yang who rescued a few books and stood against the wall on the other side - probably innocent Wherever he went, a large amount of ink was stained on his sleeves.Teacher Wang frowned even more, and said sternly: "What the hell is going on?!"

The small squad leader squeezed over with his homework, raised his hand and replied, "Report to the teacher! It was Sun Gan who was walking around on his seat during class, bumped into Mi Yang first, and ruined Mi Yang's calligraphy homework. Tang Xiao and Sun Gan After a couple of quarrels, they..."

Teacher Wang waved his hand, and without waiting to finish listening, he immediately turned to look at the boys with a dark face, and asked, "Sun Qian ruined Mi Yang's homework, why did Tang Xiao go up and fight first?"

The little boys who were fighting were silent, even Sun Gan, who was beaten up, didn't make a sound. It's one thing for them to fight, but another thing to copy their homework. He opened his mouth very tacitly and didn't say anything.

Teacher Wang became even angrier. She looked at the three boys who were fighting, and then at Mi Yang. It took a long time before she smiled and said, "Okay, you guys are really capable. Fighting at such a young age and even protecting each other, do you want to be Juvenile delinquent?!"

Mi Yang felt that what she said was too serious, he stepped forward and explained: "Teacher, it's not like that, we are just a little friction."

The little girl who was the class monitor was also biting her mouth, and went to see Teacher Wang with her black and white eyes wide open. She also wanted to intercede with her classmates.

Teacher Wang snorted coldly and said, "Small friction? I have seen big things since I was a child. Your parents sent you here to receive education. If you make mistakes, you will be punished!" She looked at it for a week and then said, "I don't know you Who else has made a move, so, as long as anyone with a large amount of ink on their bodies goes out, I will punish them by standing in the corridor!"

Many people around were sitting in a row. Mi Yang and Tang Xiao stood in the first row together, standing against the wall in a military posture.

In order to protect the homework, the small squad leader also rubbed a large piece of ink on the hem of her clothes, and was mercilessly driven to the corridor by Teacher Wang. She bit her mouth and was angry, and her eyes were red.

Mi Yang glanced at the class monitor and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay, isn't there still one person in our group in the classroom, it doesn't count as annihilation of the whole army."

Before I finished speaking, I heard a cry of "wow", and the girl with braids came out crying, her eyes were as red as a rabbit, and tears were falling down.

Xiaopang was surprised and said, "Why did you get kicked out too? Didn't Mrs. Wang let you sit in the classroom because she felt sorry for you?"

The girl rubbed her eyes and cried, "Teacher Wang said, that my crying is too annoying, let me come out and cry."

The little squad leader said angrily: "Teacher Wang is not fair at all."

Well, there is a row of people standing against the wall, and even the squad leader has rebelled.