You are like the sun and the spring breeze

On the last day of the first semester of the sixth grade, on the way back to the teacher's house, I was full of joy thinking that I could finally see my parents and younger brother during the winter vacation, and my cycling speed became faster.However, as soon as I got home, Teacher Wang called me upstairs and told me that I had something to say.

"Your mother called just now and said that this year's Spring Festival is a bit busy and she won't be back for the New Year."

A month ago, I was looking forward to the Chinese New Year. Thinking of that time, when my parents and younger brother came back from Beijing, I would tell them many things.But now they suddenly couldn't say it back.

"Can I go to Beijing for the New Year?"

But this last glimmer of hope was also extinguished.Because of my stubbornness, my mother called with a helpless and gentle tone. She comforted me and said, "Shufan, Mom and Dad can't do anything about it. There are too many places to spend money at home. Grandparents are not in good health. They need to pay for medical treatment every month." The nanny costs several thousand, and your brother and you are both in school. But you know the current situation of our family. Don’t say that the three of us can’t go home now. Even if you come over for the Spring Festival, we can’t afford it. Besides, I pay your cousin's living expenses for a whole year, and it's better for you to be with her. Mom and Dad know that I'm sorry for you, but we are a family, and we have to solve problems together, and we can't let our own temper , you have to be more sensible. Mom and Dad promise that as long as you get through this period of time, you will never let you leave our side again. "

What my mother promised me has never been fulfilled in the future. When they came back to their senses and wanted to make up for me, they suddenly realized that I was no longer a child, and naturally I didn't need them by my side.

That Spring Festival, I spent it with Grandma Wanjun and Teacher Wang. On New Year’s Eve, Grandma cooked a table of dishes. I was worried that I couldn’t finish them. Grandma smiled and said, “Silly boy, if you can’t finish eating today, you can save it for tomorrow.” , Then eat the day after tomorrow, the table on New Year's Eve can't be deserted."

After eating, Teacher Wang said that she was not feeling well and wanted to go upstairs. Grandma didn't stop her, but just said: "Don't be too sad, a man's ambition is everywhere, and he should have thought of it when he was asked to break into it."

After my grandma finished speaking, I saw Teacher Wang's back pause. She grabbed the handrail of the stairs and leaned forward slightly, as if she was enduring something, but finally went upstairs without saying a word.

At that time, I didn't understand the hidden meaning of the back, I could only listen to the literal meaning of the words, so I asked my grandmother: "Mr. Wang is not feeling well, don't you need to go to the doctor?"

Grandma sighed, and said, "She's fine, but she's suffering too much."

I seemed to understand and nodded.

The new semester started, and because of my good grades in the final exam of last semester, my seat was transferred to the front position.And Zhang Kan was still sitting in the corner.

The focus of study in the next semester will basically revolve around the primary entrance examination. Although most of the people in this class will eventually go to Liuzhen No. 7 Middle School, the teacher still brainwashes them every day: "No. In No. 8 Middle School, you go to Class 1 and Class 2, and you just eat and wait to die every day, but if you get good grades in the junior high school, you can enter Class [-] or Class [-] and enjoy the best educational resources in the school."

Teacher Wang also told me these words. She is a Chinese teacher in No. [-] Middle School. During the Chinese New Year, she took time to read my report card and seemed very satisfied. There is hope."

I engraved this sentence in my heart. At that time, learning was the top priority of my life.Because my parents attach great importance to education, even if they sent me back to Liuzhen, where the educational resources are far inferior to Beijing, they did not let me live at my uncle's house, but chose to spend all my money to entrust me with my cousin who is a teacher.And every time my mother calls, she asks me the most about my studies. I learned that I am a bit biased, I am not good at math, and my parents who are not well-off even want to hire me a tutor. Of course, I stop them. I will definitely pass the math test this time, of course, I did it too.

But there will always be a day when the tense strings are broken. Teacher Wang asked me to relax occasionally and stop thinking about learning.However, I don't have any hobbies. Watching TV with my grandma on weekends is already the greatest relaxation.

But, later, I slowly found joy in writing.At that time, there was a sudden craze among the girls in the class to write romance novels, but I lacked imagination in love and was not as romantic as them, so I decided to learn from books.

I asked Grandma Wanjun how many books she wanted, but Grandma’s collection was full of ancient dragons and Jin Yongs. Gradually, I was attracted by the soul-stirring world of martial arts. A cold-faced female knight, she is a chivalrous hero, robbing the rich and helping the poor, her martial arts are comparable to Qiao Feng.

I wrote all my thoughts about female knights in a notebook, and occasionally when I was tired from studying, I would take it out to read and write to motivate myself. In short, I created an idol for myself.

At the beginning of spring, the cold in Liuzhen had not dissipated, and many people skipped physical education class on the grounds of being unwell. Lies, blushing and heartbeat with tears in the corners of the eyes, which cannot escape the eyes of adults.

I picked up my coat and was about to go out when I heard Tang Lingshuang, the representative of the Chinese class, suddenly shouted: "The weekly diary is on the table, I will collect it later."

When the class bell rang, I hurriedly took out the weekly notebook under the textbook, put it on the table, and ran downstairs.

But when I returned to work, I found that the weekly diary was still lying on the table.I looked at other people's desks, their weekly diaries have been taken away.I happened to meet Tang Lingshuang coming back from outside, so I handed her the notebook and said, "Lingshuang, you confiscated my weekly diary."

But she looked very surprised, "Huh? I have collected them all. I counted them three times, and there are 49 copies in total. There is no mistake."

At this time, my brain flashed back to the picture during the class break. The weekly diary was very thin. At that time, I was in a hurry and didn’t care whether I pulled out one or two books. However, I usually use the book with the same cover as the weekly diary for writing chivalrous novels.

After a long dream, I hurriedly opened the book, which contained the content of the weekly diary, and the novel I wrote was lying on the teacher's desk waiting for his review.

Seeing this, Tang Lingshuang asked, "What's wrong?"

I told her the whole story, she covered her mouth in surprise, and then said: "So, you wrote the teacher..."

I nodded, feeling like I was about to cry, because I was worried that the teacher would sue my parents after finding out.

At this time, Tang Lingshuang said: "Shufan, don't worry, I'll change it for you." She took the notebook in my hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.

Looking at the back of her going away, in a trance, the female knight in the novel came to my real life.

When Tang Lingshuang went to the teacher's office, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. I couldn't stay in the class, so I simply went to wait for her in the corridor.

However, when Tang Lingshuang left the office, his hands were empty.

"I told the teacher that I forgot to count the number. I wanted to use the count to help you take out that novel and put the weekly diary back. But I counted twice, but I didn't see your book. The teacher is urging me again. , I can only put your weekly diary in and come out."

Listening to her, I think the teacher has discovered the novel I wrote.And she tried her best to help me, saying that she was not moved would be a lie. Seeing her a little embarrassed, she comforted her and said, "Thank you for helping me find it. Don't worry, it's just a novel, and the teacher may think that I The literary talent is good, so please read it carefully.”

Hearing what I said, Tang Lingshuang couldn't help laughing: "Shufan, this is the first time I've heard you joking."

"Really?" The most wrong perception I had about myself at that time was that I had a sense of humor.

"That's right, you usually don't talk much in class, and you go home directly after school."

I thought to myself: Isn't this what it should be?

While we were chatting, a familiar voice suddenly appeared beside us.

"Shufan! What are you talking about?" It was Fang Yu.

He is like a ghost behind the scenes, often appearing suddenly, and then scaring you half to death.

"Fang Yu! You're going to die. If you walk silently, you scared me to death." Tang Lingshuang said with disgust, and rolled his eyes at him by the way.

I was very afraid of this boy who used violence at every turn, and I was afraid to avoid him, so I planned to sneak away while Tang Lingshuang was arguing with him.At this time, Tang Lingshuang suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Shufan, during the physical education class, I received half of the receipt and was dragged to buy food. Zhang Kan happened to be in class at the time, so I asked him to help collect the leftovers." If you don’t ask him, he might know where your novel is.”

After Fang Yu heard it, he immediately became interested: "What kind of novel, did you write it, Shufan? You can also write novels. You really have both ability and political integrity."

"You care so much about other people, Shufan doesn't want to talk to you at all, okay, don't harass them." Tang Lingshuang's ruthless ridicule instantly aroused Fang Yu's fighting spirit.

I have been in the class for a semester, and I only know one thing about Fang Yu—fighting is very fierce, whether it is physical or verbal.

Taking advantage of their bickering, I went back to work.

The scene I saw after returning to work that day is still unforgettable to this day. No matter how time passes or things change, people’s hearts are not old, and this scene is so vivid that it seems that young people have magic and can freeze the years.

In the spring afternoon, the sun was gentle and warm, and the floating spring breeze made the white curtains rippling in front of him. Zhang Kan carefully read the whimsical words of a 12-year-old girl, flipping through them slowly, smiling slightly.

"Plop! Plop!" My heart was beating so hard that I froze in place.

I thought about it later, if Zhang Kan had been allowed to read my novel that day, the result would have been different.

However, a 12-year-old girl didn't think so much. At that time, I couldn't even match my words with my deeds. I strode over, grabbed the notebook from Zhang Kan, and said angrily: "Who told you to move?" of."

After speaking, I quickly walked back to my seat, the blush on my face and the rapid heartbeat made me even more embarrassed.The scene just now touched my heart, but I was angry because I wrote it too naively and ridiculously.

His name is Zhang Kan, and he is my first reader.