Blow

Unlike the senior high school entrance examination, the most likely to get high scores in the college entrance examination composition is no longer a narrative essay that details the warmth of life, but a clear and meaningful argumentative essay, or an argumentative prose that is both argumentative and lyrical.

What Xia Jue wrote was the latter.

"That was many years ago. I used to compete with more than a dozen children of the same age, each chasing a snow-white chicken feather while blowing and running, my face became red, my legs were sore from running, and I was out of breath. When I stopped, I saw that other people's chicken feathers had fallen all over the ground, but mine drifted farther and farther, farther and lower, and finally I didn't know where it went.... When I grow up, I will think about it, in fact, there are many other things It's the same, including dreams, there must always be a breath to hold on, otherwise they will fall to the ground one by one. At the end of the day, when you look at it, you can see dust and mud, chicken feathers all over the place, and I don't want to be like that migratory bird 29.

"But when a person breathes alone, there must always be a moment of interruption. Just as a hundred rivers flow eastward, there is never a drop of the sea; a thousand miles of wind, there is no breath. On the road of life, if you are always alone and walking alone...accompany power... In "The Kite Runner", Hassan played thousands of times for Amir, and the accompanying long sound struck a redemptive echo across time and space...

"... May you and I accompany each other, and the windy time will eventually blow each other's dreams. For you, thousands of times; side by side, until the end of the years."

The full text is more than 1200 words, and the 58-frame composition answer sheet is filled, which exceeds two boxes-it is said that because of this, one point was deducted, otherwise you should be able to get [-].

After class, during dinner time, Xia Jue was waiting for Wen Xiao at the stairs.

Wen Xiao walked over and called him, "Xia Hassan?"

Xia Jue was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Did you read my composition? Your class also posted it?"

"Every class has handed it out," Wen Xiao signaled him to go downstairs. "As a school practice, excellent essays with a score of 56 or more in each monthly exam will be copied and circulated to the whole grade."

... "Excellent Composition".

Xia Jue recalled the words and sentences she had written, felt ashamed, and whispered: "Actually, I didn't write well."

"Not good?" Wen Xiao glanced at him, "Write mine, you told me it was not good, what do you mean?"

Xia Jue's heart skipped a beat, and she argued, "Who wrote about you!"

Wen Xiao tilted his head and smiled inexplicably.

Xia Jue suddenly felt guilty, struggled a bit, and chose to surrender, saying, "Okay, I'm just going to write about you... What do you think?"

Wen Xiao said, "It's quite interesting."

"Interesting? It's about blowing chicken feathers," Xia Jue recalled. "This was very popular when we were in elementary school. At that time, physical education classes only allowed running and kicking shuttlecocks, and some people would steal the feathers from the shuttlecocks and blow them for fun." , who lands the slowest."

Wen Xiao has never experienced this kind of game.He imagined the scene of a group of people puffing their cheeks and desperately blowing air into the air, and found it quite amusing, so he deliberately asked: "Then, do you win more or lose more?"

Xia Jue was a little proud: "Of course I win more. But I stopped playing after the fifth grade, because I found that no matter whether I win or lose, the ending is the same. In the end, the shuttlecock hair will fall to the ground, which is meaningless."

Pointless?

Wen Xiao was taken aback.In the fifth grade of primary school, he was only eleven or twelve years old, and it was the stage when he wanted to have fun, but Xia Jue had already started to think about whether there was any point in playing games?

According to Xia Jue's previous statement, he only discovered his sexual orientation, hobbies, etc. after he entered puberty in junior high school, and was excluded due to various reasons.So before that, at least in elementary school, he could get along with his classmates normally, so he wouldn't be too lonely.

Even so, Xia Jue didn't seem to be having a happy life.

Otherwise, he won't think about the meaning of games at an age when he should be enjoying the fun-this is too heavy for a child.

Wen Xiao suddenly realized that it was very possible that Xia Jue had never had a truly happy moment since she was a child.His childhood was full of rumors about his mother running away and his father's gloomy eyes. He lived in a soil shrouded in shadows for a long time, blowing a dream about leaving and flying like blowing an unknown feather, blowing again and again When he was exhausted and the feathers fell, he tried his best to catch up again, not relaxing for a second.

Over the past 18 years, this process has been repeated over and over again.

That's why Xia Jue said when he was asked why he didn't fight back against Feng Kun, "My only choice is to leave. Everything else is useless. I really don't have much energy to waste."

A scene emerged in Wen Xiao's mind: in the lonely wilderness, the young Xia Jue ran and blew after chasing a thin feather, the small figure stumbled, and his bruised knees were covered with bloodstains.

The more he thought about it, the more empty Wen Xiao felt, and his footsteps gradually slowed down, falling behind.

"What's wrong?" Xia Jue noticed and turned around to ask.

Wen Xiao returned to his senses, gave him a deep look, and said, "It's okay."

The two walked into the cafeteria.

On the second floor, a plate of golden and crispy original egg tarts is freshly baked at the West Point window, overflowing with sweetness and fragrance.Xia Jue looked there five or six times as he passed by, his eyes hesitating.

An egg tart costs [-] yuan, which is comparable to a meat dish.He just bought one yesterday.

Wen Xiao saw that he was greedy, so he said, "I just made it, it tastes good." He planned to buy it for him.

As a result, Xia Jue immediately said: "Do you want to eat? I invite you." Without any explanation, she dragged Wen Xiao over to buy one, and stuffed the paper bag into Wen Xiao's hand.

"...Aren't you going to buy it yourself?" Wen Xiao asked him.

Xia Jue blinked: "You hate me for not exercising, so I don't eat dessert."

It's kind of like that.When they found a place to sit down, Wen Xiao opened the paper bag and could clearly hear Xia Jue swallowing.

Wen Xiao took out the egg tart and wanted to put it on Xia Jue's tray, but then remembered what Xia Jue said "I invite you", and felt that if he did this, Xia Jue might be unhappy.

He hesitated for a while, and slowly ate the egg tart one bite at a time.

Xia Jue asked him with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"En." Wen Xiao responded.Fresh from the oven, still warm, the taste is just right, not too sweet, but extra sweet.

He looked up at Xia Jue's expression.Obviously the egg tart went into his stomach, but Xia Jue seemed happier than she had eaten it.

"I'm not Amir," Wen Xiao said suddenly, "You don't need to be Hassan either."

Xia Jue looked puzzled: "What?"

Wen Xiao sighed inaudibly, and said, "Sit here and don't move, I'll get you—"

"How many oranges to buy?" Xia Jue asked.

Wen Xiao was amused by his brain circuit: "Young poor."

Wen Xiao got up and went to the West Point window to buy two orange egg tarts.

One of them was of course for Xia Jue.Xia Jue was a little awkward: "How can you be like this?" He just invited Wen Xiao, and Wen Xiao invited him back, what is this like?

Wen Xiao then took back the paper bag that was given to him, and said, "What is this? I bought you oranges, what should you call me?"

Xia Jue was too honest, and called out, "... Wen Dad?"

"Good boy." Wen Xiao put the egg tart on his tray again, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Every time Xia Jue saw Wen Xiao smiling, she couldn't help but go crazy, and finished eating the egg tart without knowing it.

When he left the cafeteria, he reacted suddenly and complained: "How can you be my father casually, incest is going to be soaked in a pig cage!"

Wen Xiao asked: "Why are we 'chaos.lun'?"

"No?" Xia Jue was suspicious, and lowered her voice, "You... touched me."

Wen Xiao's heart was dry, and he also whispered: "Just touch it?"

He put his foot on the engine and was ready to go.

"Doesn't it count?" But Xia Jue was stunned and became depressed, "So it's said on the Internet that you straight men will help each other and don't take it seriously. So it's true? Then, then we..."

Crack, the engine stalled instantly.Wen Xiao narrowed his eyes: "What are you talking about?"

This demeanor is a harbinger of an outbreak.Xia Jue consciously shut up.

"Doubt me again?" Wen Xiao pinched the nape of his neck.

Xia Jue hurt from being pinched, and said pitifully, "I didn't, I was wrong."

Admitting counsel is faster than anyone else.

"...Where do you think that mutual help is not a serious matter?" Wen Xiao asked with a dark face, "Could it be that you have messed with others?"

Xia Jue turned pale with shock: "How is it possible! I'm not a straight man, I'm innocent and gay, so I won't mess around with people."

...What a "clean and innocent gay".

Wen Xiao was really angry and funny.Xia Jue, if you say he is pure, he can be promiscuous, and he dares to do anything; but if you say he is promiscuous, that's not the case.

A more precise description would be cute...occasionally a little irritating.

Wen Xiao pressed the back of Xia Jue's head so hard that he almost fell forward.The two naively went back to the teaching building all the way.

At 06:30, the bell rang for late self-study.

After completing all the homework for the day, Wen Xiao began to refer to the results of the monthly exam in October to adjust Xia Jue's review plan, deleting all independent content in it to make it more clear.

——This sounds too domineering, but it is actually because Wen Xiao discovered something: Xia Jue has a certain self-learning ability, but it is not very strong. They are all inefficient and rigid methods, so it is better for him to start from scratch To start, re-teach Xia Jue how to study efficiently.

Regarding learning, many people's point of view is to be diligent. After all, there is a path in the book mountain, and diligence can make up for one's weakness.In fact, there is nothing wrong with being diligent, but learning itself has skills to follow. For example, Wen Xiao, his learning skills can be summed up in three words: focus on key points.

The so-called grasping the key points, the first step is to summarize when contacting and mastering the knowledge. After all, the key points must be obtained first; the second step is to find traces of the key points of knowledge when applying them, that is, when doing the test questions.

Therefore, it is the same problem-solving, some people solve the problem and get the answer, while Wen Xiao "dissects" the problem to get the essence - as long as he encounters the same type of problem once, he can grasp the "core" of it. "No matter how many things change in the future, in his eyes, nothing can be found.

In this way, the learning efficiency will naturally be significantly improved, and Wen Xiao also gained another ability from it: betting on questions.

Every year in the college entrance examination, a large number of test papers are released on the market, and the advertisements are extremely attractive.Wen Xiao will also buy it, but it's just for daily practice. If he really wants to bet on the question, he might as well go on stage by himself.

Wen Xiao's betting ability can basically be described as "like a god's help".Take this year's college entrance examination papers as an example, 80.00% of Mathematics, English and Science have not escaped his palm, and the only miscalculation is Chinese with too many subjective questions.

So he was confident early in the morning that Xia Jue would be able to make it to the first line next year. This confidence was not born out of thin air.It's just that before that, he didn't plan to help Xia Jue bet on the questions to improve the monthly exam score, that would be meaningless.

So, starting from this Tuesday, Xia Jue's wrong question book for each subject added a piece of content, in addition to the process of solving the questions and the answers, called "Summary of Questions", which was similar to the "main idea" of English reading questions.

Xia Jue is not good at doing this, so Wen Xiao slowly introduced him.

"Imagine yourself as a test-exam teacher," Wen Xiao taught him. "The same kind of questions, this time you give it like this, and I did it right. Then what will you do next time to beat me?"

Xia Jue was very depressed, thinking: Who can fail you in the exam.

But he also had to admit that Wen Xiao did open up a new way of thinking for his review. He no longer only looked at study and exams from the perspective of a student, but stood higher and regarded himself as a teacher or even an examiner.

The days passed by quickly, week after week.At the end of November, they ushered in the second monthly exam.

At the same time, news came from Shanghai that Wen Rushi fell ill.

The author has something to say: 20190531 to correct the score BUG.