Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 131: 136 Reading Gone with the Wind

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Peng Chen did what he said and brought the English version of "Gone with the Wind" from home the next day. The next day, I brought a white plastic storage box into the classroom, swept all the books on the desk in, and cleared out the desk for communication between the front desk and the back desk.

The free teachers are so solemn and serious, and Qianmai has no reason to be perfunctory.

During the lunch break, when it was too late to eat, she rushed out of the school gate anxiously. When she stepped on the bell to enter the classroom, she already had an English version of "Gone with the Wind" that she had just bought from Xinhua Bookstore in her hand.

Everything was ready, but at this time the northwest wind was blowing. When the physics teacher greeted them, several physics elites were invited to participate in the training camp. F3 was on the list, and then they went directly to the provincial capital to participate in the physics competition.

Unconsciously, all people began to become rushed. Not long after the establishment of the junior high school Olympiad, the students did not know each other deeply, and subconsciously, many people regarded each other as competitors. In contrast, the friendship between classmates is not as close as in an ordinary class.

Recently, Nan Weiwei also missed the end of the dragon. It is said that her piano training class will rehearse the program and participate in the "Little Plum Blossom" piano performance competition held in a neighboring city in November. She took leave for classes that could take time off. Even during the lunch and evening breaks, she had to take a taxi and race against time to go to the training class to practice.

"This class is probably the easiest for the two of us." Liu Feipeng finished today's math homework, handed it over to the podium, and returned to sit down in the empty seat of Nan Weiwei.

"That's because you don't want to make progress yourself. I have been very serious and hard, okay?" Qian Mai still turned over the "Appreciation of Tang and Song Poetry" in his hand.

Liu Feipeng's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to read the book, and smiled meaningfully: "Oh, you have finished reading "Gone with the Wind"? Now studying the national quintessence, don't you worship foreigners?"

Qian Mai rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him: "I'm both Chinese and Western, and I combine Chinese and Western. Can't you?"

"It's all right, you don't have a problem with ****. However, I'm very curious, how would you feel when you read the original foreign literature?"

"Want to know? Then you can read it yourself."

Liu Feipeng repeatedly told Rao: "It's so thick, it's easier to knock me out. I can read two or three pages of fairy tales at most."

At this time, Qianmai felt sad: "I also have the feeling of'lifting a rock and smashing myself in the foot'. After reading it, I realized that I was just Ye Gonghaolong, and I only liked Vivien Li’s charming smile and slender waist. Branches and fluffy skirts. Those little tadpoles are a lot of torture. It seems that "mother" is our own square character."

Liu Feipeng was amused. The two got up, talked and laughed and walked downstairs. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. A few days ago, Qianmai made an appointment with Sun Hongmei and Wang Zhigao. Today, we will have dinner together.

There are only a few students living in the canteen. Most of the students who live in the county seat went back to have a reunion dinner today. When Qianmai and Liu Feipeng walked in, Sun Hongmei and Wang Zhigao had already bought food. With meat and vegetables, a typical four dishes and one soup. Liu and Qian looked around the food with their eyes, and then ran to buy braised eggplant and spicy shredded chicken. The four of them were all from farmers and shared many topics. After a meal, everyone was satisfied and very happy.

The monotonous days passed tensely and orderly, day after day, week after week. The students in the third grade (10) class are still struggling to do desperately. Their eyes are not only pretending to be the senior high school entrance examination, but they are a little bit pursuing the Olympics "faster, higher and stronger".

In such an environment, you can't be lazy. In addition to exercising, Qianmai's life has been as simple as the classroom, the canteen, and the bedroom. But it seems that some people still don't see her being so simple and comfortable.

Between classes on Wednesday, Gu Yawei called her into the teacher's office with a "sacred decree".

"Dianmai, you did a good job last semester. In the new semester, the courses have been aggravated, how do you feel?" Gu Yawei reversed the spicy style of the past, his voice was low and magnetic, and he was so polite that he could filter out honey.

"Fortunately, it is not too hard to learn." Qianmai replied simply.

"Then keep working hard... If you have any difficulties, come to me or a Chinese teacher." Gu Yawei confessed softly. I really don't know how to manage these delicate, quiet girls. Therefore, he will hand over some girls' problems to female teachers to deal with.

"Yes." Qian Mai looked obedient.

After the chattering is over, then we have to enter the topic. Sure enough, immediately afterwards, Gu Yawei opened the drawer, took out a large stack of learning materials and handed it over.

"In your spare time, you can do some work on the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom. Teacher Huang Ruolan admires you very much. When chatting, he said that your calligraphy and painting are quite good. I think this blackboard newspaper should be a small case for you. The update time... Once every two weeks, it’s fine. Update the content. I’ll sort and label it for you in order."

Does the idol teacher really praise himself? Qianmai was delighted to hear it. As a result, drudgery has become beautiful. Quite simply, I started to make a specific request: "I need some tools."

Gu Yawei was also very straightforward, swiping a big pen and handing it over: "No problem, please tell the committee of life what you need, and he will buy you the foreman's fee."

In this way, the only free Saturday afternoon for Qianmai this week was also bathed. Designed the title of the layout, drew simple illustrations and lace, copied the content, raised his hand and looked at the watch, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. As a result, Qianmai didn't go back to the dormitory. He sat in the position and opened "Gone with the Wind", looking like he was ready to wait for dinner before returning to the dorm.

When Peng Chen came in, what he saw was this picture: in the autumn afternoon, the sun was pounding on Qianmai’s face through the window. She sits quietly in the classroom with her head down and concentrates on reading, occasionally turning her pen and gently pressing the "English Electronic Dictionary". Every time she finds the answer she wants, her beautiful cherry lips will smile like a flower, faint, but The warmth that makes people feel palpitation and comfort.

"Huh! What are you looking at? I laugh so happy."

An enlarged smiling face suddenly appeared in front of him, and Qianmai screamed in fright. Looking intently, it was Peng Chen, with a sly smile flashing in his eyes, and a mischievous expression on his face. Can not help but scolded in annoyance: "It's scary! Why are you walking without making a sound?"

Peng Chen didn't care, he sat down with a smile, and leaned over to take a look. It suddenly dawned on him: "I saw this chapter. No wonder you are so fascinated. Can you understand it?"

"Of course. You are coarse, and you are conceited. (You are very despicable and conceited.)" Qian Mai was short of breath, and his cheeks were flushed. He was still shocked, his eyes glared at Peng Chen and directly quoted just now. The sentence I saw came to pass. That's right, this nasty remark is indeed from "Gone with the Wind", and it just made Qian Mai Mai watch the most boring proposal confession in history that can't help but laugh.

"I have a good brain, I can learn and use it. Test you, which sentence is the most distinctive in this paragraph?" Peng Chen chuckled lightly, turning a deaf ear to Qian Mai's indirect and disguised anger.

Hearing this, Latent Wheat angrily pointed to the book: "Just this sentence. Oh, a diamond ring.. And do buy a big one, Rhett. (Oh, diamond ring. Bigger one, Rhett.) .)"

Peng Chen was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed: "You are so talented. I thought you would say this: You varmint, and get out of here! (You rogue, get out of here!)"

After listening to Peng Chen's self-deprecating rap and singing, Qian Mai was in a good mood, and when his mood calmed down, he couldn't help but laugh. Q: "When did you come back? How can you return to school if you are off today?"

"I went back to Jintian last night. I participated in the camera interest group, and the time was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. I saw the classroom door open, and I wanted to come up to have a look." Peng Chen replied, and then handed a paper bag.

"What?" Qianmai was puzzled, Peng Chen groaned and motioned for her to open it.

Qianmai opened it and saw that there were three things in the bag, two bags of scallion nectarine crisps, an envelope, and an ultra-thin crystal photo frame with enlarged photos. When the things were taken out one by one, the smile in Qianmai's eyes grew deeper and deeper, until the final exclamation sounded.

"What a beautiful crystal photo frame, is the decoration on it a shell or conch?" Qian Mai caressed the photo frame fondly, staring at herself in She costumes and smiling brightly in the photo, and said beautifully: "Hey, no I thought I was so photogenic. Has this photo been PS?"

"No, I haven't learned the technique yet." Peng Chen is also very satisfied with his own work: "There are still a few in the envelope, but no photo frame is added."

"Really?" Qianmai couldn't wait to take it out, and counted them carefully. There were actually fifteen copies left. They are all clever smiles and beautiful eyes, looking forward to beautiful eyes, the feeling of beautiful beauty is really not bad, and I can't help secretly stealing joy.

"Thank you, I like these photos very much. Especially this crystal photo frame. Must be very expensive? How much does it cost?" Qianmai asked with joy.

"Isn't it just a picture frame, do you need to be so careless? Give it back to me if you don't want it." Suddenly, Peng Chen felt unhappy in his heart and stretched out his hand to grab the frame.

"No, no." Qianmai hurriedly dodged. This photo frame was obviously made specially, and the photo was directly surrounded and embedded in it. Doesn't taking away the photo frame mean that your own photos will also be taken away

"Then don't grind anymore." Peng Chen said with a calm face, so he summarized it from now on. I took a pack of scallion nectarine crisps, teared open the seal and handed it over: "Taste, what I told you, I will ask you to taste it if you make it."

Qianmai also stopped worrying about the money for photos and photo frames for the time being, thinking about waiting for the opportunity in the future before repaying the favor. Reached out and picked up a scallion nectarine crisp, took a bite and savored it carefully: "Yes, the saltyness is appropriate, the scallion is fragrant, and it is crisp and delicious."

"Is it better than those in the mountain? My friends and relatives ate it and praised it. After a while, it will be officially sold in the store. The bag is sweet, so you can eat it slowly." With his own products, Peng Chen regained his laughter.

"Can you make it a little smaller? Girls usually prefer small and delicate food, preferably not more than three small mouthfuls." After eating one of latent wheat, he took out another one and looked carefully.

"It makes sense, I'll go back and talk to the masters." Peng Chen nodded and said yes. As if thinking of something, a mocking look flashed in his eyes inadvertently: "Now you can rest assured, this advice is enough to pay for those photos and frames."

"Hey..." Qianmai pretended to be stupid and didn't understand: "Didn't you say that you want to teach me English? I read it all round, and I don't understand a lot..."

"Where?" Peng Chen did not continue to ridicule.

"The beginning is a stumbling block. Why do I know every word, but I don't even understand it when I connect it?"

"This is a typical English sentence, consisting of a large number of conjunctions, prepositions and post-structures to form a long and complex'tree sentence'. If you don't understand, just read the main sentence..."

This autumn afternoon, the sun moved by one centimetre from the third grade (10) classroom, retreated to the corner where the sundries were placed, and climbed up the snow-white wall, until finally disappeared completely. There was neither Peng Chen nor Qianmai. Aware of the silent loss of time. They turned to the first page, starting from the first line, and read the love story that happened in a long, long time ago in a foreign country... (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please visit www.qidian.com, the chapter is more Many, support the author, support genuine reading!)