i see your calling

Lian Yan had never been called to the office, so she felt uneasy, so she followed Ge Hong to the office. There was only one other male teacher in the office, and the other teachers had gone to the next class.

"Come on, sit," Ge Hong took a chair, and Lian Yan hurriedly brought the chair over. Ge Hong sat on the chair and drank a sip of water, "Actually, it's no big deal if I ask you to come, I just want to tell you to come." The composition competition you participated in last time."

Essay competition?

Lian Yan froze for a moment, tried to think about it, and then remembered.

It was his first time to participate in the competition, maybe three or four months ago, the self-proposed questions in the test were not difficult, too many things happened in the past few months, and the competition was still without results. After Lian Yan handed in the manuscript He gradually forgot it, and he only remembered it after Ge Hong said this.

"First," Ge Hong said, "Junior High School."

Lian Yan looked at her suddenly, met Ge Hong's eyes in disbelief, Ge Hong smiled, there were fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she clasped her hands and looked at him, Lian Yan couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, revealing two small His dimples, his cheeks flushed with excitement, he stood up and bowed to Ge Hong.

Ge Hong pressed his shoulders and asked him to sit down. Lian Yan scratched her hands uneasily. Ge Hong didn't know sign language and couldn't make gestures. He really wanted to say too much.

He was really, really happy.

This kind of belated award is almost like falling into his pie.

"This award is not too big. It's just for the junior high school. Don't rush to be happy," Ge Hong said. "It's like this. There is a composition competition in the city, which is directly selected by the school. There are three quotas, so we plan to let you and two other people go to the city competition, the time is relatively short—"

Lian Yan's eyes seemed to be shining brightly, he didn't know how to control his emotions, he was simply and clearly happy, and his whole body was trembling.

"Don't get excited," Ge Hong laughed, took a disposable paper cup, and poured him a cup of warm water, Lian Yan took it, held the cup of water, and the mist touched his face, "I haven't finished yet , if I continue to talk to you, you will pass out from excitement?"

Lian Yan looked at him with wide eyes, pursed her lips in embarrassment, and took a deep breath quietly.

oops.

calm down.

It's fifteen and two months old, and it can't always be like this.

Ge Hong said: "When the competition in the city is held for one day, you don't need to live there. You go in the morning and come back in the afternoon. If you can get the top five, you can represent our city's junior high school to participate in the national competition— —I think you should know what this means. There are not many national competitions in the junior high school. If you can get a good award, it will also be convenient for you to go back to the exam."

Ge Hong paused, and continued: "There is plenty of time to prepare for the competition in the city. The first semester of the third year of junior high school only starts. You should prepare in advance, and we will notify you of the details."

"Lian Yan is going to participate in the competition," the male teacher next to him suddenly said, and Lian Yan looked over, a little surprised, the male teacher had never taught his class, and Lian Yan didn't know him, "Oh, I really want to Let's see how he plays on the spot. Come on, little writer."

Lian Yan's face was hot and she looked stupid, she didn't know how to react.

Until he left the office, Lian Yan still felt like a dream. He liked to write something, but it was just a hobby, and he didn't think about using it to get anything. "Unintentionally inserting willows and willows into shadows" probably really applies to the present.Suddenly the preparatory bell rang, and Lian Yan ran back to the classroom as if startled from a dream.

This class is Lian Yan's least favorite math class. He propped his chin and looked at the letters and numbers all over the blackboard. Talk to others.

Lian Yan touched Pang Nian lightly, and Pang Nian was drowsy. When he touched it, his whole body trembled, and the movement was not small. Even the table made a big movement, and Lian Yan was startled.

"Pang Nian," the math teacher stood on the podium, and the whole class looked at Pang Nian in unison. Pang Nian looked over in a daze, as if he hadn't woken up yet, "What are you doing!—Come on, Answer this question."

Pang Nian innocently became the target of public criticism, stood up slowly in the eyes of the whole class, and blinked before he recovered.Lian Yan wanted to help him, but she didn't know how to do that question herself. Pang Nian said "uh" and looked at the questions on the blackboard, "Teacher...which question?"

"Don't know any questions?" The math teacher laughed angrily, "Stand!"

Pang Nian could only be punished honestly, Lian Yan felt guilty, tore up a piece of paper, and wrote "I'm sorry", but Pang Nian didn't feel relieved, and asked, "Why did you touch me just now?"

Write on a note.

- Just wanted to ask you a question.

Pull it down.Lian Yan thought: Pang Nian's grades are not as good as his. The reason for asking him the question is too weak, but he couldn't find any other excuse for a while, and Pang Nian didn't doubt it. He took the opportunity to ask Lian Yan to buy him a snack—after all, he stopped for a class.

It's nothing, Lian Yan agreed.

But now Lian Yan didn't dare to talk to others, she took a pen and scribbled on the paper. After the math teacher finished the lesson, she asked to go to the self-study, and she sat on the podium to watch the self-study. The whole class was quiet, and Lian Yan looked down at the white paper. , lying on the table, slowly began to write.

Since you can't say it, just write it, no one sees it except him, his mind is only left on the blank, the handwriting is faded or the paper is torn, as if that little thought is scattered.

-I am so good today, I have won the award, and I can participate in better competitions.

Out of nowhere, he wrote a sentence.

-Brother Pingo, can you praise me?

Before finishing the words, Lian Yan felt very guilty and hurriedly crossed out the first three characters, and the blue ink of the pen was layered up, accidentally poking a hole in the paper.

Lian Yan clutched the pen, raised her eyes to look at Pang Nian, and found that Pang Nian was asleep standing up, rocking gently, and was still sleeping quite soundly. He looked around again, but no one looked at him. I'm working on a problem.

Lian Yan felt relieved and tore a new piece of paper.

·

When school was over in the afternoon, Shen Pingge was waiting for him outside the classroom, Lian Yan packed her schoolbag and went out, Yang Zhi was not there, Shen Pingge had a piece of candy in his mouth, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth and made a slight sound , he said: "Xiaoyun called Yang Zhi away when he was out of school."

Lian Yan looked at him.

Shen Pingge took his schoolbag, a natural move, Lian Yan likes the feeling of being taken care of by him, if he put it before, he might feel troublesome to others, but it is Shen Pingge after all, he likes to be with him together.

He was holding a note in his hand all the time, and the note was deformed by him, hiding it as if doing something bad, Shen Pingge chatted with him, and when they left the school, Lian Yan suddenly Grabbing him tightly, Shen Pingge looked back at him.

"what happened?"

Lian Yan hesitated for a moment, then handed him the note in his hand, Shen Pingge took it over, opened his lowered eyes, he bit the piece of candy lightly, hard candy, quite sweet, he saw the writing on it .

"how should I do?

You can tell me what's on your mind.

as if you see me clearly

Throw away this strong and hot affection

Dark corners swallow it coldly

The white mist hangs down, like a sharp sword, quietly picks away love.

I have asked you countless times.

Pray, pity, desolate.

I want your eyes, I want your love.

What about you?

Will you give me some? "

The final name was unknown, but it could be seen that it was a girl named Tang Wensi.

Shen Pingge frowned, raised his eyes to look at Lian Yan, and said, "Other people asked you to help deliver things again?"

Lian Yan clenched her hands, and the flesh in her palms hurt.

His heart seemed to be jumping out, and his ears seemed to be ringing—he was too timid to express his liking at all, Shen Pingge would not like a boy, he didn't want Shen Pingge to hate himself, even wrote Every love poem must be fabricated, anyway, Shen Pingge doesn't know who is in the class - he just wants to use someone else's name to say something to Shen Pingge.

He nodded wildly, biting his lip.

"Do you still remember what I told you last time?" Shen Pingge folded the note, his movements were very slow, and his tone was flat, "Didn't you say try not to pass things for others?"

Lian Yan looked at him and opened her eyes slightly.

It is rare for Shen Pingge to speak in such a cold tone. The last time he talked to Lian Yan like this was when he just found out that Lian Yan was a sponsor. He looked at Shen Pingge at a loss, and felt sad .

Shen Pingge didn't coax him this time, but he didn't throw away the note, he took it casually, glanced at him, took his schoolbag, turned and left.

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