Chapter 10 Little Interlude

Chapter 10 Little Interlude

At 1:45 pm, the first class is very boring math. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the wind that blew into the window occasionally was also hot, and the frogs in the pond croaked a few times every now and then.

Feng Yiping felt that his eyelids were gradually heavier. He used to support his chin with his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He looked hard at the teacher who was speaking on the blackboard on the podium. , Between the distance and the nearness, the eyes drooped unconsciously. But the subconscious kept insisting that he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep, so maybe in those few seconds, his chin shook slightly, as if he was about to slip off his hand, but for Feng Yiping, who was asleep, , but it was no different from an eighth-magnitude earthquake whose epicenter was only a few dozen kilometers from the ground.

For the next time, I was constantly switching between being very sleepy, taking a nap, and waking up.

The second class was about ideology and morality. Feng Yiping read it first. When he saw that Feng Haitao had already drawn the key lines in the book, he put the book aside and memorized these key points during self-study at night.

I still take out an unfinished workbook from elementary school from my desk, and think about what else I can create again. At the age of 12, the first year of junior high school, I can exclude all the online novels I read before, and it seems that TV dramas can also be excluded. , the rest of the movie? Nothing seems appropriate. Is it just those jokes? It's impossible to guarantee 10 yuan a month like this. Besides, it's impossible to use your little jokes in every issue of "Story Club"!

Wang Guozhen's poetry? No, at this time it should have blossomed everywhere, and one or two songs are useless. Yu Qiuyu's prose is really good! It was one of the few genuine copies he bought. Especially the first "Cultural Journey", he has read it many times, and he should be able to piece together a few articles. However, you, a 12-year-old child, can have such a wide range of knowledge? Have such a strong sense of family and country? Literati mood? And in my impression, it seems that Master Yu's prose has been published in nine years, and in order not to add laughter, I can only give it up.

So, find a way to write a novel for "Story Club"? This is so difficult. First of all, it is not easy to share the taste of the refined and the common, and it is not easy to write a complete story in a very limited space, which is funny, but can bring people to think. from.

After being nurtured by online literature, his current strengths should be long, at least one million words or more. If you condense the famous works of those great gods, then gather the strengths of all the families, take the essence, discard the dross, and piece together the most exciting parts of the works into one, the effect is definitely ok.

Still too young! Even if you are in high school now, if you are 15 years old, you have a lot of choices.

He stared blankly at the teacher on the podium, but he was thinking about things that had nothing to do with the class. The pencil in his right hand unconsciously clicked on the workbook. When he felt it, he wanted to write down, the furthest distance in the world, It's not that you have money or you don't have money, it's that you know the money is there, but you can't earn it now. Who would have thought that he had just finished writing "The Farthest Distance in the World" when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and he was too lazy to continue. He closed the homework book and prepared to put it on the desk.

At this time, I heard someone shouting, "Hey, Feng Yiping."

He turned his head and saw that it was Huang Jingping, "What's wrong?"

Wang Jinju, who was at the same table as Huang Jingping, was lying on her shoulders and looked at this side with a smile. Huang Jingping said, "Why don't you pay attention to listening in class, take a notebook and prepare to write something?"

Feng Yiping remembered what she said, the teacher Huang who thought and moral was her second uncle, so she must be complaining for her second uncle. After all, her second uncle's class was not scripted, but interspersed with many stories. All three classes in the grade love to listen to it. Feng Yiping has just been in a whole class, and he is basically absent-minded.

Feng Yiping answered this question easily, "No, I've always been attentive. With so many teachers' classes, I like to listen to Mr. Huang the most. Look, I also took a lot of notes?" As he said that, he showed Huang Jingping the notes originally made by Feng Haitao in the book.

Far away, Huang Jingping couldn't see the specifics, but only saw the blank space on the tree, there were indeed words, and he really thought it was written by Feng Yiping.

When it was all right, Feng Wen snatched the workbook in Feng Yiping's hand and pushed Wen Hong over to block him, "Let me see what exactly you wrote?" Suddenly he saw the back, "There is a long distance in the world. ",what is this? Feng Wen could not understand. "Are you going to write poetry?"

After listening to him say this, he immediately crooked the building, and no one cared whether he deserted in class or not. Wen Hong also leaned her head over to look, "Hey, it seems to be a poem, why is this sentence? What about the latter?"

Huang Jingping was a little surprised when she heard it, and her deskmate Wang Jinju ran over, "What poem? Let me see. Hey, just one sentence!"

When Feng Yiping saw it, he got it, just write it out, lest Huang Jingping give her uncle a small report and tease these girls along the way.

So he took the workbook from Feng Wen's hand, "If you want to read the complete one, just give it to me."

Both Wen Hong and Wang Jinju said, "Give him, give him!"

Feng Yiping took the notebook, recalled it briefly, and continued to write it down, in English, "Isnotbetweenlifeanddeath, ButwhenIstandinfrontyou, Yetyoudon'tknowthatIloveyou."

Why did he remember it so clearly? It was because the first text message he sent to Zhang Yan was this. Later, Zhang Yan repeatedly forced him to recall it, so he couldn't help but be unfamiliar.

Those few were dumbfounded when they saw this, Feng Wen said hesitantly, "You wrote this?"

"Of course not," Feng Yiping laughed. "It was written by a white-bearded old man in India. I saw it in the bookstore."

"Oh, so why is it all in English?"

"The first sentence was translated randomly by me, and I wrote down the original text."

He added to the notebook, "The furthest distance in the world."

"Oh, you have a good memory," Wang Jinju said.

"Yes, I have always had a good memory." Feng Yiping did not need to deny this.

"Your English is also good," Huang Jingping also came over.

"No, I was in the bookstore at the time, the salesperson was busy, and there happened to be an English-Chinese Dictionary next to it. I checked it." Feng Yiping continued editing.

"Who are you trying to write to?" Wen Hong asked with a smile, her eyes turning on Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping's faces, "I don't understand the rest, but I know what the last three words mean!" The three words in her book were "Iloveyou", Feng Yiping looked at her with a confused expression, "I just wrote it for fun, I want you to think I'm very good, I really don't know what it means, you can tell me!"

When he said this, Wen Hong was really embarrassed to say that at this age, at this age, those words were too embarrassing to say, so she just glared at him.

"It's fine, we'll just copy it down, and go back in the evening to ask the seniors." Wang Jinju shouted beside him.

"It's okay, it's okay, just copy it, remember to tell me what it means tomorrow." Wang Jinju really copied it down, and Huang Jingping returned to their seats and turned over the English textbook. Facing his head, he smiled "hee hee". Feng Yiping knew that it seemed that they also understood the meaning of the last three words.

After dinner, Feng Yiping invited Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning to take a bath in the river, and Feng Wen followed, and the four of them sneaked out of the school gate, where they were yesterday. At the same time, be careful, your hair can't get wet, otherwise it won't dry for a while. The teacher knows that they are bathing in the river when they see it, and they will inevitably be reprimanded.

Feng Yiping smelled the clothes that he took off. The smell of sweat was heavy, but there was no soap. Xiao Zhijie saw it. "Tomorrow, I will bring the soap. The clothes will be worn for three days. We will wash them once and change them when we go home on Saturday.

Changing clothes twice a week is actually pretty good. There is no place to take a bath in the school. Most people either do not wash in the middle, and then go home on weekends, or in the evening, they pick up a basin of water to wipe a few times. As for washing clothes, there is no place. The third graders take their clothes to the pond. Hand rubbed.

The first-year students, except for girls who are naturally smug, and a few male classmates, all other boys are sloppy. And it's really sloppy, what do you mean, for example, most boys don't even have a comb, and they never comb their hair until they wash their hair. Feng Yi Pingyuan came here like this. He wouldn't take a shower every day if he had the conditions at home, not to mention now in a school where software and hardware are not available. Besides, there is no one to take care of him, so he can't wash if he doesn't.

But he is different now. No matter how sloppy a man is, after getting married, he will always become more particular. There is no way. You are sloppy, and your wife won't let you go to bed. Feng Yiping is even more powerful. After his son was born, he became a bit of a cleanser. He had to wash his hands dozens of times a day. Zhang Yan couldn't see it. Hug him!

"Okay, I'll change it tomorrow. It should be weeding on the playground yesterday, and I sweated too much." Feng Yiping explained.

During the evening self-study, Feng Yiping reviewed all the courses he had taken during the day, memorized a few points of ideology and morality, and wanted to make a fortune again. So as not to be seen by the next classmates.

After thinking about it, and then submitting to the magazine, he can only draw slowly. He felt that he must find a way from other aspects, then he must learn other knowledge, such as painting, music and so on.

At night, lying in bed, he silently went through all the content of the class during the day in his mind. Others also said that it was only the first day, very shallow, not much knowledge, only ideology and morality, and it took a little time to memorize a few key points. In this way, I will study it again tomorrow morning, and I will consolidate it.

In fact, many people know this method, but very few people persist. After three years of secondary school, Feng Yiping persisted, and the effect was very good.

After everything was over, Feng Yiping was also sleepy. No one was good last night, and he didn't take a nap at noon today. He soon fell asleep.

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