Jin Linkun found that Yu Sheng often forgot to hang up the WeChat voice recently.
Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water, he will find that his phone is still connected, and tenaciously use the last bit of power to flash a small red light for him.
You can also hear the sound of breathing evenly and shallowly from the other end.
Jin Linkun thinks this habit is good.
When chatting on the second day, Jin Linkun pretended to remind her boyfriend by the way, and usually remember to bring a power bank.
Yu Sheng didn't quite understand why he suddenly said something like this: What are you doing with a power bank for today's exam
Jin Linkun said in his heart that he would not have enough nights. After listening to him about the exam, he realized that it was the final exam of the third middle school.
There is a lot of pressure to go to school, and the senior three holidays in the province are generally terribly short. Different from the provincial demonstration arrangement, the courses in No. 3 Middle School are held until the final exam on the 25th and 26th of the twelfth lunar month.
Students go home for the New Year and go back to school in a week.
Missing home and thinking about children: All right, what do the teachers ask for this time
Yu Sheng was filling the pen with ink, and replied to the message with one hand: It is still a score, saying that this time the problem is difficult, it is not allowed to exceed 620.
This year's snow is a little more than last year. Snowflakes started to fall last night. Today, the road has accumulated a thick layer, and the pens are frozen a little.
Yu Sheng sighed at the tip of the pen, scribbled twice on the paper, took the phone, and sent the two snow scenes he had taken on the road.
Missing home and thinking of children: Is it snowing? Is it cold
Missing home and thinking of children: remember to wear more clothes when you go out, bring a hot water bottle, are the garlic sprouts okay
Yu Sheng: Not cold, hot, garlic sprouts are delicious.
Early in the morning and in the evening, Yu Sheng was already annoyed by his nagging. He should add clothes and clothes, and bring a hot water bottle with him. He didn't know how to write cold words at all.
The topic immediately spread to the practice of garlic sprouts. Yu Sheng clicked on the two photos to look at them, cropped and trimmed the bottom corners, remembered what Duan Lei and the others often said, added a filter and reposted it.
Jin Linkun looked at the white luminous filter, and Fuzhi thought to understand why the child suddenly sent him a photo: it's beautiful, it's so beautiful.
Thinking of home and thinking of children: you look at this tree, the snow on it and the old bark in the deep ravine have created a sharp contrast, giving people a strong visual experience.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun is still playing freely: the trash can in the second picture is in the corner of the whole picture, which contrasts with the pure whiteness of Xinxue...
Yu Sheng: Accept.
Yu Sheng: The first sentence is enough.
Jin Linkun is still unfinished: not enough, I can still praise
…
I found that No. 1 in the whole school was fiddling with his mobile phone from the moment he sat down, and half of the exam room didn't bother to review, so they gathered together to discuss whether Yu Sheng's mobile phone was an unknown review cheat.
Curious to the point.
"Could it be an essential review material?"
The members of the first examination room are basically not mobile, and many people are familiar with each other. They gather in the corner and discuss: "Or the transfer character, which will make you sober when you look at it."
The squad leader of Class 1 agreed: "Maybe, I heard that Class 7 now has an independent system for preparing for exams and praying for blessings."
Some people don't understand: "How can this thing be independent?"
Class 1 monitor: "That is, only Class 7 can understand it, only Class 7 can use it, and it is said that it is very clever."
For example, "Mr. Jin has packaged the package meeting symbol", "Brother Sheng's original wake-up alarm is 100% effective", "Lao He's nagging version of white noise for sleep aids, a streamlined and power-saving version, only 1 hour and 45 minutes."
…
A group of people didn't realize it was serious, and nodded convincingly: "It's amazing..."
As the core of the discussion, Yu Sheng was unaware of the undercurrent in the examination room.
Both the school committee and Yang Fan were in the first exam room, and took advantage of the last time to come over and ask a few questions against the clock.
Yu Sheng finished speaking one by one, looked at his watch, and took the time to ask an experienced score-crusher: How do you usually score
The last time the mid-term exam score was very unsuccessful, Yu Sheng's grades were still a little too conspicuous, causing their principal to lose face in front of the provincial model principal.
Although he didn't quite understand why the two principals even had to compete with each other on things like "our school's students are more proficient than you", Yu Sheng still planned to make a symbolic effort.
Jin Linkun thought about it: easy to handle, multiple-choice answer sheet.
He has a lot of experience on this, and shared it with Yu Sheng: Calculate how many points you need to deduct under the condition that the big question is correct. Divide by the score for the single-choice questions, and leave those questions blank, with a margin of error of basically no more than five points.
Yu Sheng felt that it made sense, and took a screenshot of the picture, ready to see if he could remember and put it into practice in a while.
The phone is on and the screenshot is on the screen.
Instigated by a group of people for a long time, the innocent classmates who wanted to get a glimpse of the secret of the champion: "… "
The test preparation bell rang, Yu Sheng took his schoolbag to put things away, and Jin Linkun's news popped up on the lock screen again.
Missing home and thinking of children: The photos are especially beautiful.
Missing home and thinking of children: It will look better if there are people on it.
Yu Sheng couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, turned off his phone, and put it into his schoolbag together.
The two-day final exam has harvested the hair of many young people.
After the last English test, the usually bustling campus is almost clean and has a sense of vacation.
Inside the seventh class, Duan Lei knocked his head on the table: "Doubt life."
Yao Qiang was dying, leaning against the wall to move to his classroom: "Before entering the examination room, I felt that I was the king of this world."
"Rang Rang, brother." Their sports committee also supported the wall, but Yao Qiang blocked the door, "I opened the test paper, and I realized that Jiang Shan had already changed hands."
Mid-term and end-of-term usually correspond to each other, one is easy and the other is definitely difficult. This time, only about 60% of the questions are basic, and the rest are all high-level questions.
The general review of the third high school started late, and the first round of general review officially ended, and the teachers were still laying the foundation for this group of people. What’s even more difficult is that it’s not taught or practiced yet, and it’s actually normal that it won’t happen now.
Although the score is inevitably low, it is also a general decline, and the ranking may not be affected.
"Actually, we all know the truth."
Facing Lao He's comfort, the monitor still lay on the table and spoke on behalf of the classmates: "The main reason is that you won't be so mourning for a while after the exam. If you fail the exam, you can't explain it."
If you jump up and down after the exam and claim to have done well in the exam, if you get a low score in the exam, you will lose at least half a semester.
But moving out of the examination room with such a risk of life hanging by a thread, it can be said that if you do not do well in the examination, you can say that you feel ordinary. You can pretend to be forced after the examination, and say to others humbly: "No, no, good luck, I didn't think of it after the examination..."
After nearly 12 years of exams, a group of students have long concluded the most suitable way to survive.
"Okay." Lao He was convinced of his classmates' way of survival, "I originally wanted to take you to a snowball fight, so can you still play?"
…
The students whose lives were on the line jumped off the line in a second.
This snow was not small. At first, Duan Lei and the others thought that the snow would almost melt after the test, and they worried for a night. As a result, a snow was born for two days.
No one went to the back playground, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated.
"The biggest snowfall in fifty years."
The grandfather in the reception room looked with kindness and kindness, looked at a group of young descendants who were desperately happy, and contributed his tricycle: "There is a dustpan, a basin, and a shovel, you can take whatever you use..."
It is said that when Lao He was in high school, this grandfather was in the reception room, and he was reluctant to bear the school buildings and children here.
The Sports Committee originally brought a group of people, plotting to make an oversized snowball to hit Lao He, and when they saw the battle in front of them, they were so frightened that they couldn't stand still: "Is it so serious, why are there shovels?"
Lao He was still kind, pushing the tricycle and patted him with a smile: "You'll know in a while."
After a while, the body commitment, who had been lobbying around in the class, couldn't help but was overturned and pressed into the snow, making a group of people bury it in the snow.
"Why?" The Sports Committee couldn't figure it out, "Aren't we 'this time we must let Lao He see our powerful' alliance allies?"
"Yes, but to no avail."
The academic committee pressed on his shoulder: "Do you know the necessity of encircling cities from the countryside and seizing power by arms? Apart from our unique national conditions and class foundation, what else is the key point?"
"..." The Sports Committee now has a headache when hearing this: "What?"
Yang Fan helped him hold his waist, held his glasses, and secretly pointed to Lao He's shovel: "Armed."
When it comes to snowball fights, Lao He, who has a basin and a shovel, is still the undisputed king of the seventh class.
The snowball fight was a little tricky at the beginning, but after the sports committee was buried until only one head was left, a group of people lost their goal and turned into a melee.
The sports committee thumped up and stood up to take revenge. A group of classmates who had been turned against by Lao He Ce scattered around, and snowballs kept flying out of the mess.
In such an atmosphere that it was unclear who had succeeded, even Yu Sheng was thrown at him by the trembling snowball.
"not me!"
The squad leader, who had been laughing arrogantly just a second ago, just stood behind Yu Sheng, and stood up straight: "I'm relying on you who smashed it, come out quickly! One person does things and one person is responsible!"
Yu Sheng felt that this kind of thing didn't matter who it was, and the snowballs in his hand flew out a few times with precision.
…
Old He Du took good care of himself, clapped the snow on his hands with a smile, and returned to the field to slowly build a snowman.
A group of students quarreled for a long time, and finally lay on the snow and gasping for breath.
"It's so cool."
The sports committee was too lazy to pat the snow on his head, so he spread out and lay on the snow, grabbed a handful and threw it into the sky: "I don't know if I can play like this after graduation."
The school committee was almost physically weak, so he collapsed beside him tired and patted his arm: "It's up to you, if you're willing to be buried again, we'll be there for you."
The sports committee turned over and successfully squeezed out the last bit of physical strength of the academic committee.
Everyone laughed and shouted, and the snow, which had just been quieter, became lively again in a blink of an eye.
Lao He's snowman was just beginning to appear, and the students who had no energy to make trouble were quickly diverted their attention and came to help together, brainstorming and putting things on the snowman.
"Branch here, a row of teeth in a stone, and a plastic tube over there for the arm."
Their squad leader took the lead: "Where's the basin? Bring it here, you can put it on your head and use it as a punk-style hat."
The life committee nodded and handed over the rusty iron basin: "It's a pity that our class's art students haven't come back from the training camp, otherwise it must be more artistic."
All the girls who had hairpins in their pockets contributed, and they added things up wherever they could. In the end, only two eyes were left untouched.
Yu Sheng rummaged through his schoolbag, found two chocolate candies that he didn't have time to eat, and pressed them on them.
The squad leader admired it carefully for a long time: "Perfect."
Lao He was originally happy, and was going to build a snowman to show it to his old classmates. Now looking at the shape modified by this group of students, he refused to admit it, and waved to the director of the education department who was watching the excitement: "No, no, it was created by the children..."
The director of the education department thought it was pretty good-looking, and added a pair of sunglasses to the students' perfect works, which were placed on the snowman's head with the iron basin.
The end of the final exam means that the semester has come to an end, and the teachers who have temporarily ended their professional status look different from usual.
"Are you going to talk about papers tomorrow?"
After enough fun, the monitor finally remembered the business and squatted next to the snowman to plant a protective branch: "The school said that they can borrow us a two-day classroom, but after all, it's a holiday, and the heating may not be as good as before. Or we might just change the place, such as Gulu Gulu healthy self-service barbecue, we can learn while grilling... ”
"Rejected." Yao Qiang raised his hand to protest, "If I encounter a question that I answered incorrectly, the barbecue is like roasting my heart."
The Sports Committee also refused: "In case I am much wrong, I may not be able to help bake the rolls together."
The living committee thought it made sense and nodded: "Then why don't you go to KTV and sing to celebrate if you do well in the test, and if you fail too badly, you can sing a heartbreaking love song."
When the school committee thought about that scene, it was terrifying: "When Brother Sheng told us what was blocking the westerly air flow from the low altitude of our country, the next door sang 'that's the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau'?"
…
Different opinions were discussed for a long time, but there was no result.
Lao He was very interested, and ended a brief moment of silence for his deceased simple snowman: "How about we go to climb Mount Tai? Sitting on the top of Mount Tai, looking at all the mountains and small, the topic must be impressive..."
The monitor gave a shudder and decided without hesitation: "No, teacher, we choose a warm and happy classroom."
A warm and happy classroom has no heating.
No. 3 Middle School follows the unified heating system of the education system. It is already the limit until this time. The teachers are very willing to contribute to the little sun in the staff dormitory, but there are no conditions for plugging in the classroom.
"Anyway, it's better than Mount Tai."
The students in Class 7 were content and comforted each other: "Remember to bring something warm tomorrow..."
Afraid that Lao He would mention anything about climbing Mount Tai, a group of people supported each other, packed up the borrowed tools and loaded the car, and quickly evacuated from the scene.
Yu Sheng didn't rush to go, and straightened the relative position of the snowman's eyes a little bit.
When I was about to go home, I remembered a request from someone to "take pictures of people", so I took out the phone again, took some pictures of him and sent them to the past.
…
Jin Linkun is talking to their Mr. Jin and Ms. Li.
In previous years, the whole family would not go back until fifteen years later. This year, if he wanted to go back alone earlier, he had to have a suitable reason.
In fact, the reason "I have to go back and send a box of hand-made snacks" is very strong and powerful, and it can almost guarantee that he will be packed and thrown to the airport by their parents within ten minutes.
But Jin Linkun felt that it was almost time to talk about some things now.
Mr. Jin rarely saw his son sitting in such an upright posture. He pushed his glasses and looked at his very serious son: "Is there a partner?"
Jin Linkun nodded and shook the phone, his expression was very gentle, but also with pride that he couldn't hide: "I like it very much."
"… "
When parents feel that this kind of thing should be a little more cooperative, they look at each other without reminding their son about the WeChat name: "Who is it, what does it look like?"
Yu Sheng doesn't usually like to take photos. Apart from the old photos in Jin Linkun's hands, the only group photo was when he brought home a drunk child.
While flipping through the album, news of their children suddenly popped up.
Yu Sheng: Photo.
Yu Sheng: Take people.
Yu Sheng: [Picture][Picture][Picture]
Jin Linkun's eyes brightened, but he couldn't help the curvature of his lips, and directly opened the message and handed it over: "Look, it's him."
Mr. Jin and Ms. Li were holding mobile phones, and looked strangely silent for a while.
Feeling vaguely that the parents' expressions were not right, Jin Linkun frowned: "Dad-Mum?"
The idea of whether or not to discuss the tripartite agreement with dim sum quickly turned in his mind. Mr. Jin pushed down his glasses and handed him the mobile phone back: "You have grown up, we respect all your choices."
"but."
Ms. Li clicked on the photo of the snowman with steampunk scrap iron sunglasses and added: "Can you find someone better than this?"