Chapter 10: Episode

　　 Chapter 10 Interlude

　　 1:45 pm, the first class is very boring mathematics. The sun was shining outside, and the occasional wind blowing into the window was also hot. I knew there were screams, and the frogs in the pond made frequent "quacking" sounds.

Feng Yiping felt his eyelids gradually heavier. He habitually supported his chin with his left hand and held a pen in his right hand. He looked at the teacher on the podium talking on the blackboard, but felt that the teacher’s voice was on the horizon and ear. , Suddenly far and near, his eyes drooped unconsciously. But my subconscious mind kept emphasizing that I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, so maybe in those few seconds, my chin swayed slightly, like it was going to slide off my hand, but to Feng Yiping who was asleep , But it was no less than an eighth magnitude earthquake with the focal point only tens of kilometers from the ground. The whole body was shaken and he woke up all at once.

　　 The rest of the time, I have been switching between sleepiness, nap, and awakening. When the get out of class is over, I just lie down on the table and fall asleep.

　　 The second class is ideological and moral. Feng Yiping flipped through the book first. He saw that Feng Haitao had already drawn the important lines in the book, so he put the book aside and memorized these important points when he studied at night.

I still took out an unused homework book from the desk, and think about what else I can "re" create. At 12 years old, the first year of junior high school, all the online novels I read before can be excluded, and TV dramas seem to be excluded. , The rest of the movie? There seems to be nothing suitable. Can it only rely on those jokes? Such a month of 10 yuan is not guaranteed. Besides, it is impossible to use your little joke in every issue of "Story Club"!

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

　　 Then, think of a way to write a novelette for "Story Meeting"? This is difficult. First of all, it is not easy to share both the elegance and the common. It is also necessary to write a complete story in a very limited space that is funny, but can bring people thinking. It is not his amateur who can write it with two knives. from.

　　 After the influence of Internet literature, his current strengths should be long, at least one million words. Condensing the famous works of those great gods, and then collecting the best of the people, taking the best of them, discarding the dross, and putting together the most exciting parts of a few, the effect is definitely ok.

　　 is still too young! Even if it is a high school now, there is a 15-year-old who has a lot of options.

He stared at the teacher on the podium, but he thought about things that had nothing to do with the class. The pencil in his right hand unconsciously clicked on the homework book. For a moment, he wanted to write down the farthest distance in the world. It's not that there is money and there is no money, but knowing that the money is there, but now I can't make it. Unexpectedly, he just finished writing "The Farthest Distance in the World", the bell rang after class, and he didn't bother to continue, put the homework book together, ready to put it on the desk.

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

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

　　 Huang Jingping’s Wang Jinju, who is at the same table, lay on her shoulders and looked at this side grinningly. Huang Jingping said, “Why don’t you pay attention when you are in class? Take a notebook and prepare to write something?”

When Feng Yiping said this, Feng Yiping remembered that the moral and moral teacher Huang was her second uncle, so she must be arguing for her second uncle. After all, her second uncle’s class was not written according to the script, and many stories were interspersed. All three classes in grades like to listen. Feng Yiping was almost absent from the whole class just now.

Feng Yiping can easily solve this interrogation, "No, I have always been very attentive. With so many teachers' classes, I like to listen to Teacher Huang the most. You see, I have made a lot of notes?" Then he showed Huang Jingping the notes originally made by Feng Haitao in the book.

　　 is so far away, Huang Jingping can't see the details clearly, only to see the blank space on the tree, there are indeed words, I really thought it was written by Feng Yiping.

When it was all right, Feng Wen grabbed the homework book in Feng Yiping's hand and pushed Wen Hong over to block it in the middle, "I see what you wrote?" I saw behind all of a sudden, "The world is far away. ",what is this? Feng Wen couldn't understand. "Are you going to write poetry?"

　　 Hearing what he said, he slanted the floor directly, no one cared whether he was taking a break in class. Wen Hong also leaned her head over to look, "Hey, it seems to be a poem, why is this sentence? The latter?"

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

　　 Feng Yiping took a look, come on, just write it down, lest Huang Jingping give her uncle a short report and tease these girls by the way.

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

　　 Wen Hong and Wang Jinju both said, "Give it to him, give it to him!"

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

　　 Why does he remember so clearly? It was because the first text he sent to Zhang Yan was this, and he was repeatedly forced to remember by Zhang Yan and couldn't be unfamiliar.

　　 Those few who saw this were a little dumbfounded, Feng Wen hesitated and said, "Is this written by you?"

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

　　 "Oh, why is the English below?"

　　 "I translated the first sentence indiscriminately, and I also wrote down the original."

　　 added to the notebook as he said, "Thefurthestdistanceintheworld."

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

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

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

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

"Who do you want to write to?" Wen Hong asked with a smile, turning his eyes on Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping's faces, "I don't understand the others, I know what the last three words mean!" Finally The three words of "Iloveyou" are "Iloveyou". Feng Yiping looked at her ignorantly, "I'm just writing and playing, I want you to think I'm pretty good, I really don't know what it means, you tell me!"

　　 When he said this, Wen Hong was really embarrassed to say that in this age, at this age, those words are ashamed to say, so she gave him a glance.

　　 "It's okay, we can just copy it down, and go back to ask the seniors at night." Wang Jinju clamored nearby.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can copy it, remember to tell me tomorrow what it means." Wang Jinju really copied it, and Huang Jingping returned to their seats and flipped through the English textbook. After a while, the two of them were lying on the table with their heads. Facing his head, he laughed "hehe". Feng Yiping knew, and 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. Feng Wen also followed. The four of them sneaked out of the school gate, which was the same place yesterday. They took them off and rubbed them with towels. At the same time, be careful. The hair should not be wet, otherwise it will not dry for a while. The teacher will know that they are bathing in the river when they see it, and they will inevitably be reprimanded.

　　 Feng Yiping sniffed the clothes he took off. The sweat was heavy, but there was no soap. Xiao Zhijie saw it, "Tomorrow I will bring soap and wear the clothes 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 school. Most people either do not wash in the middle, and then go home on weekends, or in the evening, pick up a basin of water and wipe a few. As for washing clothes, there is no place. The third graders take their clothes to the pond. Rubbing your hands.

　　 The first-year students, except for the girls who are naturally stinky, and a few male classmates, the other boys are all rough. And it's really raunchy. What does it mean? For example, most boys don't even have a comb and never comb their hair before washing their hair. Feng Yiping was the same. If you have the conditions to take a bath at home, you won’t be able to wash it every day. What's more, if you don’t have the hardware and software at school now, there is no one to take care of it.

　　 But he is different now. The sloppy man will always become more particular after getting married. There is no way, you are sloppy, your wife is not letting you go to bed. Feng Yiping is even more powerful. After his son was born, he became a little hygienic. He had to wash his hands dozens of times a day. Zhang Yan couldn't see it. There was no way. He looked at the pink and tender little guy. So hug him!

　　 "Okay, then I'll change it tomorrow. It should have been weeding on the playground yesterday and sweating too much." Feng Yiping explained.

In the evening of self-study, Feng Yiping reviewed all the courses he had taken during the day, and memorized a few key points of ideology and morality. He wanted to make a fortune again, but this time he had experience and turned the book every few minutes. So as not to be seen by the students next to him

　　 After thinking and thinking, and then submitting articles to the magazine, he can only slowly figure it out. He feels that he must find ways from other aspects, then he must learn other knowledge, such as painting, music and the like.

　　 At night, lying on the bed, he silently passed all the content of the daytime class in his heart. Others also said that it was only the first day, and it was very shallow, and there were not many knowledge points. Only thinking and morality. It took a while to recite a few key points. In this way, if you study yourself and review it again tomorrow morning, it will be consolidated.

　　 This method is actually known to many people, but very few have persisted. Feng Yiping has persisted for three years in technical secondary school. The effect is very good, and his results have remained at the first or second grade.

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

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