Reborn In the 1990s

After a word, Fang Ruixue was silent. She looked back at Mr. Zhang and raised her feet to get ready to go down.

"Have you finished? Don't you tell your friends about your hobbies and what you like to do Mr. Zhang asked with some embarrassment.

Fang Ruixue shook his head: "no interest." Favorite thing to do? How about making money?

"Pooh Hoo..." suddenly someone couldn't help laughing.

Zhao ziye's back against the blackboard shoulder has been shaking, anyone can see that, just now the laughter is from him.

"Classmate, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to laugh at you." As he explained, he couldn't help but look down and smile. "I just thought Lao Zhang's expression was very funny, really! I'm not laughing at you And then he gave another chuckle.

"Zhao ziye. Get back to your seat Mr. Zhang repressed his anger and roared.

"Teacher, can I apply to sit at the same table with this new classmate?" Zhao ziye is not frightened by Mr. Zhang, but raises his hand to ask for it.

"Reason!" Mr. Zhang is on the verge of explosion.

"You see, this classmate and I are both new comers. It's good for us to sit together and take care of each other. And you know, I'm the first in my class. It's not very glorious. You should pity me, don't let me be the first one Finally, Zhao ziye looks at Mr. Zhang pitifully and prays in his eyes.

"Go away! I'm upset when I look at it! " Teacher Zhang waved his hand impatiently.

Zhao ziye immediately ran to the last row with a happy smile and occupied Fang Ruixue's original position. Where is the pathetic appearance just now.

Teacher Zhang began to call the roll. Fang Ruixue stood on the seat outside and said to the person who occupied her seat: "classmate, this is my seat."

Zhao ziye lies on the table and is blocked by a fat man sitting in front of him. The teacher can't see what he is doing. For Zhao ziye, this is a perfect position for him.

"Your name is Fang Ruixue? "Auspicious snow" means "auspicious snow" Zhao ziye holds his head in one hand, and quietly opens Fang Ruixue's notebook on the table with the other hand.

"What are you doing?" Fang Ruixue immediately reaches out and grabs it back, glaring at Zhao ziye.

"Just look at the name. Don't be so nervous?" Zhao ziye spreads out his hands and looks innocent.

"Zhao ziye! Come and help to get the books Teacher Zhang stood at the door of the classroom.

"Hi!" Zhao ziye raised his neck to answer, and then got up from his seat. Out the back door.

Fang Ruixue back to his position, the notebook in hand carefully placed on the table, fortunately is a hard shell book, not to be crumpled and damaged. When she opened the first page, she saw a seven character quatrain: half an acre of fangtang was opened, and the sky and clouds were wandering. Ask the canal that is so clear that there is a source of fresh water.

With a new textbook and a new uniform, Fang Ruixue is gradually like the other students in the attached high school. I started my life in the morning of six to nine.

In the morning, there are self-study in the morning and evening in the attached middle school. However, there are no residential students. All the students are on day. Therefore, every morning and evening is the busiest time at the gate of the school. In the morning, groups of students come from all directions, and at night, they scatter from school.

There is not enough time for lunch. Therefore, many students' lunches are solved in small restaurants outside the school. Some students also bring meals from home, and some parents send them to the school gate.

Li Lanfang also sent Fang Ruixue twice at first. The frying stall is only open in the morning. After the business is stable, Li Lanfang has a lot of time free, so she is happy to send a meal to Fang Ruixue.

But later. Their old customer, fat aunt, introduced Li Lanfang to a job. In the afternoon, one of the old people will do the cleaning for dinner. Li Lanfang did not want to be idle, so he agreed.

As a result, every day at noon to Fang Ruixue to send rice, became Huang Xiaoyun.

"Sister Xiaoyun, don't send it to me in the future. It's very troublesome." Two people sat in rows on the edge of the flower bed at the school gate. Fang Ruixue holds a lunch box in her hand, and Huang Xiaoyun also holds a bowl of soup for her.

"Now I not only eat meat and soup at noon every day, but also have a snack when I go back at night. I've been fat lately Fang Ruixue is gnawing at the ribs and touching the meat on his stomach. He has a kind of inexplicable sadness in his heart.

"You were too thin before. Now it's just right to grow some meat." Huang Xiaoyun opens the soup. Pass it to Fang Ruixue.

"But I'm afraid you're too tired." Fang Ruixue took a sip, crucian bean curd soup, light sweet, just solved the greasy ribs.

"What are you tired of?" Huang Xiaoyun hands holding his cheek, looking at the school entrance in and out of the students, eyes revealed a trace of envy, "I now in addition to setting up a stall to pinch buns, also can't do anything, more time."

I get up at four o'clock in the morning and chop the stuffing with noodles. I leave the stall at 5:30. After closing the stall at 9:00, I go home to catch up on sleep and prepare lunch. Li Lanfang will go to work after lunch. Huang Xiaoyun is the only one left in the room. Sometimes, she sits on the terrace with a stool and stares at the pedestrians on the road all afternoon.Whenever this kind of time, Huang Xiaoyun feels that such a day is too boring, but obviously compared with before in his hometown. Their days are much better. There is no need to worry about the poor harvest in the fields, or the sudden arrival of evil people. Li Lanfang went out happily every day and went home happily. The smile on her face became more and more day by day. She even began to pay attention to her dressing and dressing. She went to the barber shop for ten yuan and cut a very fashionable hair.

This is Huang Xiaoyun before, even dare not think.

"Sister Xiaoyun, do you want to continue studying?" After Cheng Yu reminded him last time, Fang Ruixue has not found a suitable opportunity to say that he is sitting at the school gate, surrounded by students in school uniform. Looking at them, Fang Ruixue naturally asks.

Huang Xiaoyun took back his envious eyes and put Fang Ruixue's lunch box away: "I am not the material for reading." She said, lowering her head.

There are many people in the world who study more seriously than anyone else, but they can't get the ideal results in the exam. The harder you study, the worse you will get. It's like a vicious cycle.

"What if it's not the knowledge of the textbook, but other knowledge?" Asked Fang Ruixue.

Nowadays, there are still many people studying in vocational schools, because after graduation, some good vocational schools can not only get the diploma of technical secondary school, but also assign jobs, which is the best choice for many families with poor economy or poor academic performance.