Chapter 10 Interlude

At 1:45 pm, the first class was very boring math. The sun was shining outside, and the wind that occasionally blew into the window was also hot. I heard a burst of crying, and the frogs in the pond "croaked" a few times.

Feng Yiping felt his eyelids gradually heavier. He habitually supported his chin with his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He looked at the teacher who was talking on the podium while talking on the blackboard. However, he felt that the teacher's voice was in the sky, in the ears, and sometimes far and sometimes near, and his eyes drooped. But his subconscious mind kept emphasizing that he could not sleep or sleep. So, perhaps in just a few seconds, his chin shook slightly, as if he was about to slide down from his hand. But for Feng Yiping who was asleep, it was like an magnitude 8 earthquake with a source of only a few dozen kilometers from the ground. He was shocked and woke up suddenly.

The next time, I was sleepy, and I changed between taking a nap and waking up. When I was over, I lay on the table and fell asleep regardless of the class.

The second class is ideological and morality. Feng Yiping flipped through it himself. Seeing that Feng Haitao had even marked the key lines on the book, he put the book aside and memorized these key points when he was studying in the evening.

It still takes out a homework book that has not been used up in elementary school from the desk, and think about what else can be "re-created"? The online novels I read in the first year of junior high school can be ruled out, TV series can be ruled out, and the remaining movies seem to be nothing suitable. Can you only rely on those jokes? This is not guaranteed for 10 yuan a month. Besides, it is impossible to use your little jokes in every episode of "Story Club"!

Wang Guo’s real poems? No, it should have blossomed everywhere at this time, and one or two songs are useless. Yu Qiuyu’s prose is really good! They are the few genuine ones he bought. Especially the first "Cultural Journey", he read it repeatedly many times, and he should be able to piece together a few articles. However, you, a 12-year-old brat, can you have such a wide range of knowledge? Such a strong sense of family and country? A literati’s aspiration? And in my impression, it seems that Master Yu’s prose was published in the 1990s, and in order not to add only jokes, he had to give up.

So, finding a way to write a novella for "Stories"? This is very difficult. First of all, it is not easy to appreciate it between the elite and the masses. It is also necessary to write a funny but thoughtful story in a very limited space. It is not something that he, a young man, can write just by cramming his feet.

After being influenced by online literature, his current strengths should be long, at least one million words. The famous works of those great masters are concentrated, and then the strengths of the families are collected, the essence is discarded, and the dross is discarded, and the most exciting parts are pieced together into one. The effect is definitely OK.

He is still too young! Even if he is in high school now, he has more choices when he is 15 years old.

He looked at the teacher on the podium, but thought about something that had nothing to do with class. The pencil in his right hand unconsciously clicked on the homework book. For a moment, he wanted to write it out. The farthest distance in the world is not money or no money, but knowing that the money is there, but now he can't make it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished writing "The farthest distance in the world", the bell rang after class, and he was too lazy to continue it. He put the homework book together and prepared to put it on the desk.

At this time, I heard someone beside me shouting, "Hey, Feng Yiping."

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

Wang Jinju, who was at the same table in Huang Jingping, lay on her shoulder and looked at this side with a smile. Huang Jingping said, "Why don't you listen attentively during class? What are you going to write with a notebook?"

When Feng Yiping thought about this, he thought that Teacher Huang, who has ideological and moral character, was her second uncle, so she must have spoken out for her second uncle. After all, her second uncle's class is not written according to the script, and there are many stories interspersed with it. It is loved by all three classes in the first grade. Feng Yiping just had a whole class and was basically absent-minded.

Feng Yiping could easily solve this question, "No, I have always been very attentive. I like to listen to Teacher Huang's lessons the most. Look, I have taken a lot of notes?" As he said that, he showed Huang Jingping the notes that Feng Haitao had made in the book.

As far away, Huang Jingping couldn't see clearly, so she only saw the blank space on the tree, and there were indeed words. She really thought it was written by Feng Yiping.

Just when it was okay, Feng Wen snatched Feng Yiping's homework book and pushed Wen Hong over to block it. "I see what you wrote?" He saw the back at once, "There is a long distance in the world." What is this? Feng Wen couldn't understand. "Are you going to write a poem?"

After hearing what he said, he turned his back and no one cared about whether he was absent in class. Wen Hong also turned his head over and looked, "Hey, it seems to be a poem, why is this sentence? What about the one behind?"

Huang Jingping was a little surprised when she heard this. Her deskmate Wang Jinju ran over, "What poem? Let me take a look. Hey, just one sentence!"

Feng Yiping saw it and said, "All right, just write it out, so that Huang Jingping wouldn't give her uncle a report and tease these girls."

So he took the homework book from Feng Wen, "Do you want to see the complete one? Just give it to me if you want to."

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

Feng Yiping took the notebook, recalled it briefly, and continued writing it in English, "Isnotbetweenlifeanddeath, But when Istandinfrontyou, Yetyoudon't know that Iloveyou."

Why did he remember so clearly? It was because this was the first text message he sent to Zhang Yan. Later, Zhang Yan repeatedly forced him to recall it, and he couldn't be familiar with it.

Those who saw this were a little stunned. Feng Wen said hesitantly, "Did you write this?"

"Of course not," Feng Yiping smiled, "it was written by an old man with white beard in India. I saw it in a bookstore."

"Oh, why are there all English below?"

"The first sentence was translated randomly by me, and I wrote down the original text."

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

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

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

"You are good at English," Huang Jingping also came over.

"No, I was in the bookstore at that time, and the salesperson was busy. There was a "English-Chinese Dictionary" next to me, so I checked it." Feng Yiping continued to edit it.

"Who are you trying to write to?" Wen Hong asked with a smile, her eyes turning on Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping's faces, "I don't understand the other things, I know what the last three words mean!" The last three words are "Iloveyou", Feng Yiping looked at her with a confused look on her face, "I just write and play with it, I want you to think I'm awesome. I really don't know what the meaning is, tell me!"

After he said this, Wen Hong was really embarrassed to say that at this age, those words were ashamed to say, so she had to glar at him.

"It's okay, let's just copy it down and go back to ask the seniors in the evening." Wang Jinju clamored beside her.

"It's okay, it's okay, you copy it. Remember to tell me what it means tomorrow." Wang Jinju actually copied it down, and returned to her seat and flipped through the English textbook. After a while, the two of them lay on the table, with their heads facing their heads, and laughed "hehe". Feng Yiping knew that it seemed that they had 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 him. The four of them sneaked out of the school gate. They were the same place they were yesterday, took off their legs and rubbed them with a towel. At the same time, they should be careful that their hair should not be wet, otherwise they would not be able to dry for a while. When the teacher saw it, he knew that they were taking a bath in the river, and they would inevitably be scolded.

Feng Yiping smelled the clothes he took off, and the smell of sweat was very strong, but there was no soap. Xiao Zhijie saw it, "I will bring the soap here tomorrow. We will wear the clothes for three days. We will wash them once, and change them on Saturdays. It just happened."

Changing clothes twice a week is actually pretty good. There is no place to take a bath in the school. Most people either don’t wash them in the middle, and then go home on weekends, or they can pick up a basin of water to wipe a few at night. As for washing clothes, there is no place. The third-grade people take their clothes to the pond and rub them with their hands.

First-grade students, except for girls who are born with beautiful beauty, and a few male classmates, all have unkempt patterns. And they are really unkempt patterns. What does it mean? For example, most boys don’t even have a comb, and they never comb their hair until they wash their hair. Feng Yiping used to be like this. He wouldn’t wash every day if he had the conditions at home. Moreover, now in a place where software and hardware are not available in school, and no one cares about it, so he can do it without washing.

But he is different now. No matter how sloppy a man is, he will always become more particular after getting married. There is no way. You are sloppy and your wife won't let you go to bed. Feng Yiping is even more awesome. After his son was born, he became a little obsessed with cleanliness. He had to wash his hands dozens of times a day. Zhang Yan couldn't see it. There is no way. Looking at the pink and tender little guy, if he doesn't wash it clean, how can he hug him!

"Okay, then I'll change it tomorrow. It should be because I weeded on the playground yesterday and sweated too much." Feng Yiping explained.

During evening self-study, Feng Yiping reviewed all the courses he had taken during the day and memorized several key points of ideology and morality, and then wanted to make a fortune again. However, this time he had experience and read the book every few minutes to avoid being seen by the classmates next to him again.

After thinking about it, he could only slowly submit his articles to the magazine. He felt that he had to find other ways, so he had to learn other knowledge, such as painting, music, etc.

At night, lying in bed, he passed all the contents of the daytime class in his mind. He also said that it was the first day, and it was very shallow, with few knowledge points, only thoughts and morals, and he had to memorize a few key points, which took some time. In this way, reviewing it again in the morning morning will be consolidated.

In fact, many people know this method, but few people persist. Feng Yiping persisted in the third year of technical secondary school, and the results were very good. His grades remained at the first and second place in the grade.

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

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