Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 447 - The Most Romantic Thing

"cousin!"

Liu Ruixuan let out a low cry, and put his arms around Ouyang Fuqian, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Okay, Xiao Rui, stop crying."

Ouyang Fuqian's gentle voice rang in his ears, stroking his back.

Liu Ruixuan's heart tightened, tears fell again in a daze.

With a shake of his hands, he unconsciously hugged the person in his arms, as if Ouyang Fuqian would disappear as soon as he let go, disappearing without a trace, just like the farewell back then.

After that day, he never saw Ouyang Fuqian again, that beautiful little girl with two braids that almost rose up to the sky, that beautiful little girl who raised her chin proudly, smiled and raised her hand to poke his forehead , Then, laughed triumphantly again.

He remembered that smile, that summer, and the days of countless memories and imaginations.

As for her, it was as if the world had evaporated, and there was no news of her.

What is left is only boundless imagination and infinite memories.

Until three years later, on that sunny April morning, Lai Lai delivered an exquisite hourglass and a beautiful inkless letterhead, telling him that his cousin had received a letter.

As a result, the image of the arrogant little girl with two braids was enriched in an instant.

She said that no matter where she is, she will feel the flow of time with him like that exquisite hourglass, and grow up slowly with him.

She said that Jingyun No. [-] Middle School recruits junior high school students from the Mathematical Olympiad class every year, facing Jingyun's one city and six counties. She hopes that in three years, she can meet Xiaorui again in the junior high school of Jingyun No. [-] Middle School.

In the end, she also said that she would wait for him in Jingyun No. [-] Middle School.

Later that day, he read the letter over and over again, and the short five or six lines made him happy for three years.

The beautiful font, the sincere friendship, and the lines between the lines are full of my cousin's expectations for him, and the promise to meet him again.

The bright sunshine, the transparent clouds, the blue sky, the fairy tales from childhood, you who are destined to meet, and you who will meet in the future, will be polished into his April mood together.

Time and artificial vitality have shaped the mood of this April: warm, light blue, like the breath of spring outside the window.

Liu Ruixuan happily put away the beautiful letterhead, carefully placed it in the innermost layer of the schoolbag, and put it together with the beautiful little lotus handkerchief with sharp corners.

Put the exquisite dark blue hourglass on the corner of the desk, and picked up the textbook.

There was a dream and I was awakened.

In this April, in the freshness and beauty of the rising sun, in this season of kapok blooming, there is a dream that is quietly awakened, makes him happy, and makes him go all out to run and pursue .

Because of her appearance, he will also pursue those beautiful people and things in his life.He wants to catch up with his cousin, shoulder to shoulder with his cousin, watching the sun rise and set, the willows on the moon, and the sky full of rays of light. Then, looking at her, he turned his head with a big smile and poked his forehead lightly Come on, call him, brat!

I forgot what I heard, kapok only blooms in April. It is said that the flower language of kapok is: cherish.

In that early summer, that bright sun, and that familiar little girl with two braids, all turned into that warm memory that shone with blue light, walking gently in my long memory In the long rainy alley, every morning or dusk, every blue sky is splashed slowly.

He was going to Jingyun, to the junior high school of Jingyun No. [-] Middle School.

Later that day, he found the head teacher, an old man over half a century old, with a pair of wise eyes, looking out from the top of the flower mirror, staring at him for a long time without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the head teacher put down the lesson plan in his hand, turned around, looked at him, and asked unhurriedly: Tell me, where did you hear it.

Look at the pair of probing eyes looking over.

Liu Ruizhi suddenly remembered that when the school started, his mother had told him that all the teachers in the school were from his village or the village next door. of.

He smiled slightly.

Mother is wrong, he is a very good student, otherwise, how did those three good students get their certificates?

Naughty, or obedient, is that all right?
Of course not, there are grades and willingness to help others. Although he is used to watching from a distance, as long as a classmate comes to him for help, he will always do his best to help.

Not because he was kind, but because it was a responsibility.

The cousin said that as long as you become a class leader, you must take responsibility and help everyone in the class.

The cousin said that she is the monitor of their class.

When she said that, my cousin was so proud that her two braids almost turned upside down again.

The cousin asked, do you know what a monitor is?
He and Lailai looked at each other and shook their heads, not knowing.

In the kindergarten class they had graduated from, there was only one young female teacher, who was fierce, not good-looking, and could not sing well. Later, a male teacher who was also young was changed—Ms. Li, mother said, it was their family. The little uncle from afar.

The young male teacher is very nice. He teaches them to sing and dance, and also plays games with them. Every time he plays games, Mr. Li will call him over and teach them once, and then ask him to teach other friends , Actually, that little friend is just a classmate, not a partner, and they don't play with him, saying that the teacher is partial.

But the young male teacher said with a smile, okay, let's teach other children first next time.As a result, a class was over, and the kid hadn't learned it yet.

Later, all the children took turns and found that none of them learned as fast as him.

He can learn what the young male teacher taught, because his mother has already taught him.

Later that day, he was still the darling in the eyes of the young male teacher, and he was still the oddball in the eyes of the children. There was still no one to play with him, and the only one who played with him was Lai Lai.

What is a monitor?
Neither he nor Lailai knew about it, nor did the young male teacher.

The cousin raised her head, raised her hand and poked him and Lailai's little heads, and said with a smile: "You two little idiots, the monitor is the one with the best grades in the class and the most responsible."Do you understand the sense of responsibility?

Do not understand.

He and Lailai shook their heads.

The young male teacher only said that they should maintain good curiosity and help each other, but it seems that they didn't teach them what responsibility is.

Maybe they told, but they didn't notice it.

After all, at that time, there was only one person in the class who liked to play with him.

The cousin thought for a while, and said very seriously, the sense of responsibility is that if you try your best to help other students, you should take the initiative to help the teacher manage the class.

The cousin paused, then smiled triumphantly, and said with a smile that the students in her class liked her the most, and the teacher also liked her the most.and.

The cousin shook the two-person shofar braid on her head, and smiled triumphantly. At the end of each semester, she will receive a certificate of honor for the three best students.

He remembered what his cousin said that day.

He secretly clenched the small handkerchief in his hand, he wanted to be the class monitor like his cousin, and receive the certificate of three good students.

It's just that Mother didn't know, she thought that he was just obedient and obedient in school, and didn't cause trouble.

He remembered everything his cousin said.

He also cherishes all the items given by his cousin.

The corners of Liu Ruixuan's mouth curled up, he lowered his head and smiled, suppressed the full of enthusiasm, raised his head, looked at the head teacher in front of him, and said seriously: "Mr. Zhang, I want to go to the Math Olympiad class in the junior high school of Jingyun No. [-] Middle School. Why not?" How can we go?
(End of this chapter)