Ordinary people's rice bowl

Chapter 82
In just two weeks, Mu Zhen became a rising star in the class because of her composition and mathematics. Mu Zhen knew that this achievement would not satisfy Lao Mu. Lao Mu paid attention to her English and her performance in the class. The ranking, even in the eyes of classmates, casts envious eyes, but to Mu Zhen, it is so ordinary that it is not worth mentioning.Mu Zhen knows that the biggest difference between the third grade and other grades is that the learning progress is faster than other grades, and there are so many masters left over from last year. As Teacher Zhang Jingrui has repeatedly reminded, although everyone sits in the same classroom , but not on the same starting line. Those students who have studied for one or two years before are just looking for gaps in their current knowledge, while for newly admitted students, they are faced with starting from scratch. This is the gap.If you don't put in [-]% effort, you may have to stay and fight hard for another year, just like the remaining students, before you can get the chance to be promoted to a new school.

Mu Zhen didn't dare to take it lightly. He had to face not only one Zhang Wei, but also so many outstanding students like Zhang Wei in the whole county. He wanted to stand out from these outstanding students, and he wanted to show his ideals this year. It was this thought that made him feel the heavy burden on his shoulders.

Despite this, Mu Zhen still went to the river embankment to meet his good friend Hu Guoqing every week as usual.For such a friend, Mu Zhen not only taught him knowledge, but also passed on what happened in school from time to time.

"We established the Xiaohe Chulu Literature Society. If you are interested in this, you can also write some compositions, and I will take them for Teacher Chen to revise!" Mu Zhen confessed to Hu Guoqing.

"Literary club? What is it mainly for?" It was the first time Hu Guoqing had heard of this new term, at least he had not come into contact with this kind of group during his school days.

"The main purpose is to let everyone sit together to discuss writing, and at the same time write at least one more composition per week than others for the teacher to revise. As for the other functions, I really can't tell. Not everyone can join such a club. Yes, all the participants are good at composition. Although there are quite a few applicants in the class, there are only nine candidates selected by Mr. Chen, including five in our class and four in the other class. , These nine people are all selected by Teacher Chen. If you are also interested, you can write a composition that you think is good and give it to me. I will let Teacher Chen comment on it and see if you can In the eyes of Teacher Chen." Mu Zhen felt that the Hu Guoqing in front of him may not be bad at writing compositions, just judging by the questions he usually asks and his speech, this young man is definitely a friend with dreams.

"Okay, I'm willing to give it a try. First, I can test my writing skills. Second, I can learn and make progress together with you. This is the best of both worlds!" Hu Guoqing was very interested in Mu Zhen's proposal, and immediately agreed After Mu Zhen's proposal, Hu Guoqing became suspicious again: "I'm not a member of your team, will Teacher Chen give me corrections?"

"Don't worry, if Teacher Chen doesn't correct it, I will copy it again and let Teacher Chen correct it as if I wrote it. As long as you write well, I believe that Teacher Chen will meet you one day!" Mu Zhen never met Teacher Chen. On the first side, it was determined that Mr. Chen is a teacher who cherishes talents, and he will not let go of a talented classmate easily. Just like the literary club he initiated and established this time, there are not only students in his own class, but also Students from other classes were also included. From this point of view, it is enough to show that Teacher Chen cherishes talents and will never give up any talented people.

"Then come up with a question!" Hu Guoqing tilted his head and looked at Mu Zhen and said.

"As for self-drawing topics, it is usually based on feelings. Write whatever you are interested in and feel comfortable writing." At this point, Mu Zhen paused for a while, and after thinking for a while, she continued: "Let's use our What do you think of my first composition as the title, my..., and add what you want to write later?"

Hu Guoqing didn't respond immediately, as if he was thinking about what he wanted to write?
Mu Zhen looked at Hu Guoqing who was thinking, without disturbing his thoughts, she suddenly said to herself, "You can write down my ideals!"

"Yes, I thought of this title! Just write about my ideals, and let Mr. Chen see our goal through the composition!" Hu Guoqing said with a smile, cheering up.

"When will you finish writing?" Mu Zhen asked with concern.

"I can bring it at this time tomorrow. In addition, I still have some homework that I have written. You can read it for me. I want to synchronize with your current classroom knowledge as soon as possible. This will also facilitate our communication." Hu Guoqing I am very grateful for Mu Zhen's help, so I try not to increase the burden that Mu Zhenyin brought on herself. For this reason, I not only go home and rest very late every night, but also treat my study as a kind of spiritual support.

"Okay, then it's a deal, I'll come here to wait for you tomorrow during extracurricular activities." Mu Zhen nodded, feeling that this friend suddenly became taller, and that sooner or later this boy would be like the one in the class. Like Niu Guoqing, he returned to school.

After Mu Zhen said goodbye to Hu Guoqing, she hurried back to school. Just as she reached the first row of offices at the school gate, a classmate standing on the west wall stopped him.

"Mu Zhen, I have your letter!" Mu Zhen was taken aback, he just looked familiar, although this classmate could call him by his name, he couldn't address him.

"Thank you!" Mu Zhen took the letter from that classmate, and suddenly asked herself, "Who wrote the letter?"

Mu Zhen quickly scanned the envelope, and the two lines of horizontal and vertical fonts that came into view told him: "The letter is from Wu Xiaojuan!"

Mu Zhen didn't open the envelope right away. He was not in a hurry to open it, because he didn't want to open it. He felt that receiving her letter at this time seemed relatively heavy. He didn't want to bring back the embarrassment of the last two months of Binhu Middle School because of her. Years, once again fell into that silent quagmire.

Mu Zhen folded the letter and put it in her pocket, then ran briskly to the classroom.

Perhaps because the classroom has just been cleaned, there is still a smell of earth from the freshly sprinkled water in the air. Mu Zhen noticed that, except for the two students in the last row, they were discussing with each other with their scalps pressed against their scalps. Besides, there was no one else. Mu Zhen sat down on her seat in the second row in front of the classroom against the wall. When she put her hand in her pocket and touched the envelope that had been warmed by her own body again, she felt as if she had something in her heart. Like a little rabbit, jumping around "pounding".

"Demolish? Or not?" Mu Zhen asked herself.

In front of Mu Zhen's eyes appeared Wu Xiaojuan's charming smile again, and the serious expression she revealed to herself when she asked questions, as if she was saying to herself: "We will be friends forever!"

Mu Zhen couldn't help it a little bit, he began to doubt his belief, and began to shake his concentration, his finger in his pocket moved, caught a corner of the letter, and slowly pulled it out.

At this time, Mu Zhen felt a bit like a thief, and didn't dare to take a breath. He felt that the air circulation was a little slow, so he gathered himself together, and then put the letter on the desk, and the few lines of small characters on the envelope reappeared. Entering his field of vision, he began to guess what was inside: "What would she write? And why did she think of writing this letter to herself at this time?"

Since the days when Wu Xiaojuan left Binhu Middle School, Mu Zhen has been living in a kind of humiliation. It was a day that he could not tell the difference in his life. Her departure made it difficult for him to speak clearly. No one could clarify the two of them. As a matter of fact, only she herself can stand up and explain the matter to the teacher, so that the misunderstandings can be resolved. This is the most important thing, but she didn't confess and just left silently. She was extremely irresponsible, no matter what he said at this time, how could he forgive her?Fortunately, when he was leaving, the conversation between the bearded Zhang and himself, with the understanding of the bearded Zhang, his heart was a little relieved.

Mu Zhen's complicated state of mind still didn't stop him from opening the letter. He pressed the envelope, and then quietly tore it along one end of the letter, then lifted the torn hole, and opened it with two fingers. Mu Zhen stretched her head to look, and there was only a piece of letter paper.Mu Zhenmu hesitated, and then took out the letter paper at a very fast speed. The letter paper was very thin. Mu Zhen carefully looked at the neatly folded letter paper. It was just a piece of letter paper. to the fine print inside.

Mu Zhen's hand holding the letter suddenly stopped there again. In any case, nothing happened between him and her, they were just boyfriend and girlfriend. Although the friendship between the two has made people ugly, the relationship has not surpassed that of normal friends. Boundary, is it true that if you hold hands, you are a lover?Thinking of this, Mu Zhen calmed down a lot. He opened the letter paper, and there was only half of the content on it. Mu Zhen read it quickly.

Mu Zhen:

Hello there!

Leaving Binhu Middle School in a hurry was not what I wanted, it was just the will of the parents.I would like to apologize to you here, as a good friend, I really regret leaving in a hurry without saying goodbye.

During the summer vacation, I learned from Zhang Ran what you endured at school, and my heart was very painful. If I hadn't left there, I would have stood up and clarified everything for you, but I can't, the parents' arbitrariness, forced I transferred to the middle school in the county seat, and I really had no choice.I believe that time will heal all difficult wounds.

At the same time, I also know from Zhang Ran that he transferred to Qingcheng Middle School and wrote this letter for no other purpose than to tell you that we are still good friends, and no matter where I am, I will never forget your love for my studies. help, life support.

Wu Xiaojuan

9/1

After reading the letter, Mu Zhen straightened her waist and let out a sigh of relief. He immediately lost any hostility towards Xiaojuan who left without saying goodbye. It seemed that she had the courage to take responsibility and her stubbornness. From the heart, without losing the help of good friends, as for the budding love, it can only be replaced by the most appropriate word of good friends.Although the letter was short, it showed Xiaojuan's sincerity in apologizing.

Mu Zhen just guessed the content of the letter, before he had time to read the address, he turned over the envelope on the desk again, and carefully looked at the address below: Gucheng No. [-] Middle School, Class [-], Class [-].Isn't this the place where I lived and studied back then?

"She was able to transfer there halfway, which shows that her family's relationship is not ordinary!" Mu Zhen thought, thinking that this letter should be replied, and as a good friend, she should also reply, to express her heart.

Mu Zhen took out the letter paper issued by the school and quickly wrote a few lines:
old friend:
When I read your letter, I was really a little scared, but as a good friend, what is there to be afraid of?Whatever happened before has been blown away by the summer southeast wind without a trace.

As you said, no matter where we go, we are still good friends, that's all.

I believe that the flower of friendship will only last forever!
Your good old friend: Mu Zhen
9/6

After writing the reply, Mu Zhen was relieved, and he wanted to send the letter to urge this studious friend to make progress together.

(End of this chapter)