Licheng Twilight

Chapter 35

The political teacher was writing notes on the blackboard. Hearing the rustling sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard, Mu Mu felt inexplicably irritated.

I copied the notes on the blackboard, and the little old man who taught politics glanced at the students who were busy writing. After waiting for two seconds, he picked up the blackboard brush and wiped it twice. The white chalk dust was floating all over the classroom. The girls in the first two rows covered their noses and fanned them with their hands, but they didn't dare to make too much movement.Mu Mu is a little thankful that she is still tall, at least she can avoid the bad luck of eating chalk dust every day.

This is already the third blackboard. The little old man wrote in cursive script. Mu Mu had to read it horizontally and vertically several times to figure out what he wrote.A student once tactfully put forward his opinion to him, and then the little old man tactfully rejected the student's opinion.

Many people couldn't keep up with the speed of copying. Those who hadn't finished copying were complaining under the podium. The little old man turned around with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "What are you arguing about? If you haven't finished copying, borrow a classmate's copy after class." .”

Mu Mu put down her pen, and rubbed her right wrist with her left hand for a while before she felt relieved. It was deep winter, and the outdoor temperature kept hovering around zero degrees. The doors and windows of the entire classroom were closed tightly. Going out and opening the door will be despised by the people around for a long time, the glass of the window becomes hazy, and it is almost impossible to see the outside world clearly. Mu Mu stretched out her hand and drew a big pig's head on the glass, and then said to Showing a few big white teeth with a smirk.

She remembered that at this time last year, it was very cold in winter, and as soon as the classroom doors and windows were opened, the wind would blow in, and the cold blood almost froze.Amo was exceptionally patient. Every time after class, he ran into the classroom to urge everyone to open the doors and windows for fresh air. Although complaints were unavoidable, everyone knew that he was doing it for his own good, so he didn't say anything else.

A few days later, Amo cheerfully bought a "hot water" and came back. Every time he had time, he boiled water in the office, and when the class was over, he went to the classroom and put them in cups next to each other. Add hot water, so Mu Mu never drank cold water during the whole winter last year.

Just as her thoughts drifted away, the little old man coughed and attracted the attention of the whole class. Mu Mu looked up and saw him holding a student's notebook and looking at it carefully. He looked a little annoyed but didn't vent it directly. , just cleared his throat and said loudly, "Students nowadays really don't feel ashamed. They copy political notes in the front and write love letters in the back." What he said mobilized all the gossipers in the class, even the students who were sleeping on the table Several boys in the back row stretched their necks, and the little old man saw that the students were more energetic than in class at the moment, so he raised his eyes and read the "love letter", "The sparrow outside the window, talking too much on the telephone pole, you Saying this sentence, it feels like summer, the pencil in my hand, back and forth on the paper, I use a few lines to describe who you are mine, the taste of saury, cats and you want to know, the fragrance of first love is just like this Let's find that warm sunshine, like freshly picked fresh strawberries, you say you can't bear to eat this kind of feeling, it rains all night, my love overflows like rainwater, the leaves in the yard are thick with my longing A few words of right and wrong can't cool down my enthusiasm, you appear on every page of my poem, it rains all night, my love overflows like rainwater, butterflies on the window sill, like the beautiful chapters flying in the poem, I continue Write, write love you forever into the end of the poem, you are the only thing I want to understand."

After reading a few words, a few boys with sensitive ears and quick reactions in the class realized that they were secretly having fun under the table. What kind of love letter is this? It is obviously the lyrics of "Qilixiang". Thinking that he was laughing at the vulgarity of the love writing, he added more emotion and read it even more proudly, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

Seeing that the hearts of the people have been settled, the little old man rolled his eyes at the unlucky girl, and said sharply, "Come to my office after class. If you don't study well, you will think about these erotic things every day."

"Teacher," the girl was aggrieved, she lowered her head and explained, "That's not a love letter, it's a lyrics."

lyrics?The little old man's eyes were like lanterns, and he looked at a group of students who couldn't stop laughing, and he realized that his face was a little uneasy, "What about the lyrics, such lyrics are just—" He thought about being a teacher , It’s always bad to say something vulgar, so I didn’t say any more, I just looked like I hated iron and steel, and said bitterly, “Who is the cultural and entertainment committee member of your class?”

Mu Mu raised her hand, it was me.

The little old head had found a punching bag, and when he asked Mu Mu to go out, he severely criticized him. From physical and mental health to contemporary ethos, from individuals to the entire country and society, he shook his head and said that every generation is not as good as the next generation. His tone, his expression, It's even more Fenqing than Fenqing.Later, the little old man saw Mu Mu's pious expression, like a good child who was humbly taught, and felt that his mouth was dry, so he waved her to go.

When it comes to Mu Muhui being an entertainment committee member, he was simply kicked by the ball.It's already the third year of high school, who wants to care about these things, but there is always a need for a nominal name. After looking around, the monitor kicked this unwanted position to Mu Mu, saying that there is no need to care about it, just Just play a song every week for everyone to listen to. Mu Mu couldn't stand his pestering, so after thinking about it, he didn't think it was a big deal.

Lin Xichen sent back postcards, a thick stack, this kid really thinks that international express delivery doesn't cost money.

Mu Mu flipped through the photos, the boy in the photo was standing under an unknown tree, white petals were falling on his shoulders one after another, the white shirt was gently fluttering in the wind, the boy narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled at the camera Ruhua, he seems to have lost a lot of weight, and his chin is a bit abrupt, but his eyes are full of joy from the heart. Mu Mu thinks that life abroad is indeed very bleak. Seeing how long it took for this child to go out, he was starved to death. In this way, our motherland is still good.

The days of preparing for the exam passed quickly. The life of the third year of high school always makes people feel that there is no end in sight but it is close at hand. A countdown of 99 days is posted on the wall, from 98, to [-], [-], then [-], [-] , Another year of Qingming.

Aunt Su took Mu Mu and Ding Chuyi to visit Papa Ding's grave. She cleaned the cemetery and talked to Papa Ding about many things. From the whole company to the pair of children, she took care of everything properly. Reassuring him, Mu Mu and Ding Chuyi stood aside and listened quietly, only to feel sore in their hearts.

In the end, Aunt Su asked Mu Mu to kowtow three times to Papa Ding, saying that her daughter had finally come back, and she had to reassure your father. Mu Mu knelt on the ground for a long time but only said one sentence, "Dad, I'm back." I'm back Now, finally, I have returned to this home that belongs to me, so please rest assured.

The college entrance examination application had to be filled out in advance. Mu Mu hesitated with the application form. Aunt Su didn't have any objection, saying that the child could make up his own mind. After thinking about it, Mu Mu decided to go and see Ye Tianche first.

As soon as I arrived at Ye's house, I saw the grandpa and grandson sitting on the sofa in the living room and staring at each other. The atmosphere was a bit unusual. Mu Mu carefully found a place far away to sit down. It turned out that Ye Tianche insisted on going. Studying medicine, but Grandpa Ye thinks that studying medicine is too hard and disagrees.

The two of them refused to give in to each other. Seeing that Grandpa Ye was really angry, Mu Mu hurriedly persuaded Grandpa Ye not to be angry and pushed Ye Tianche upstairs.

He has always respected Grandpa Ye, but this time he did not hesitate to contradict him. It seems that the dream of studying medicine is really important to him.

But studying medicine is really hard, and Mu Mu is a little worried about his body, but he doesn't know how to persuade him. He can always say that Mu Mu has never been an opponent.

"Why not, Ye Tianche, let's exchange dreams. How about I study medicine and you study photography?" She raised the volunteer form in her hand, although it was just a proposal, she was very serious.

Ye Tianche almost reflexively wanted to call her a fool. A silly child is innocent. Dreams belong to individuals. How can they be like exchanging apples for pears? But on second thought, he But suddenly he laughed, and tentatively said, "To study medicine, you need to learn anatomy. Mumu, you are afraid of ghosts and the dark, how do you learn?"

"I'll watch it a few more times, and I won't be afraid, I'm sure." She seemed to be making a promise, swearing.

This silly boy who is afraid of ghosts and the dark.

Ye Tianche originally wanted to say that studying medicine is hard work, but Mu Mu seemed like someone who couldn't afford it, so he turned around and pointed to a place on the big map on the wall, "Okay, but Mu Mu Mu, I want to go to the medical school of University H, are you willing to go?"

The medical school of H University is quite famous. Mu Mu once saw the introduction of H University in a magazine, which listed a line of events and awards related to H University, but, H University, it is about a distance from Licheng. Thousands of kilometers away, one day and one night of train ride, the distance is a bit scary.

Seeing that she didn't speak and just stared at the map in a daze, Ye Tianche felt a little uneasy. If she agreed, what should he do? If she disagrees, what should she do?
"Okay," she raised the corners of her eyes, and the smile under her willow eyebrows was as gentle as water, "I'll go." If this is what you wish, then I will do what you wish.

(End of this chapter)